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Still thinking about Them...

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Whb AU where everything's the same but the Demons are dragons

Something something Bible quote something something dragons are the devil something something whatever cool ass lizards.

Satan

A white Wyvern with blood red markings, It's piercing red eyes, The same color that stains the ground and on the scales of his true form, burn with a fire ignited from wrath burning ever constant. Contrast to his white scales and ghostly tattered wings It's horn sit like a crown atop his head It's tips speckled with that same red color, his markings end at his tail which slithers on the ground does it approaches you.

The smallest of the seven, and hates it. Always snarling and huffing when he's angerly yelling at another king You can see his pupils go into pin pricks as you can see his throat glow a orangen yellow as smoke begins to seep out from his mouth.

Satan has fine scales and spines along his head neck all the way down to his tail which like to puff out like an angry cat when he's agitated making him look like a puffer fish with wings.

Satan prefers his human form when he's not fighting seriously, since it gives him an excuse to use his horde of fast vehicles and weapons. Hehe; He likes sharpie explody things. Despite being their king his dragon form is actually the smallest even among his subordinates.

When his scales are about to shed they turn black before falling off. His scales can be sharpened and used for many things. Including daggers and sometimes even bullets or the heads of arrows. The scales are sharp and light.

Mammon

The onyx mane of this lung dragon glitters like jewels working beautifully with the gold scales and horns That decorate this beast. Black markings adorn his face and down his body like tiger stripes. He is benevolent in his in his own way. His golden eyes shine with Greed. Anything that his eyes fancies is his. His metallic scales shimmer like gold, And they are worth more than their weight in gold.

Lung dragons are usually elegant elegant yes but delicate no. His scales are smooth and as hard as stone. He loves them very much So much so He always keeps his tail or at least part of his scales showing from his human disguise.

A shame he never got a painting done of his late father He was the most beautiful bronze you've ever seen if you thought his mane was beautiful before His father was wild and flowing. He could grow it out if you like.

When his scales fall he likes to keep them His favorite thing to do is contact his jeweler fasten his scales into jewelry so he can adorn his favorite subjects and other things he likes with them. It's a good way to staking his territory He's not the only dragon who does this.

His scales are not only great for jewelry but also armor However given how much Just one scale go for and you do need a lot for a single piece that covers your body It is extremely expensive. Mammon has two bedrooms, His normal human one and his dragon lair where it's just decked with shiny gold coins and other jewels have too many imperfections for his personal treasure museum.

Leviathan

Wyrms, large ugly serpents found tumbling through the earth or in the deep depths of the ocean. But this one, This one is different It's pearly smooth scales reflecting vibrant pinks and purples. If you look closely you could see Platinum underbelly. It's silver eyes glow and pierced through you unreadable unmoving watching your every move as its tail holds you in place. It's Envious heart itching to coil around anything it fancies hiding it from the rest of the world that isn't itself. At the same time wanting to squeeze until the potential threat's lights go out.

He hates His true form his everything. He doesn't even shed his scales like the other kings instead His scales all come off at once like a snake shedding his skin He itches like crazy. When this happens he spends most of his time in a hot bath his human disguise half faded his torso is still human but everywhere else is serpent.

He prefers his human form for very obvious reasons... Hands; legs. When he's not in the room His subordinates fond over briefly in the early years when he took his human form as he was not used to standing on two legs. Even now if you're very lucky you can catch him stumbling over and hopefully you'll live to tell the tale.

As a dragon, he is more called blooded than his relatives. Levi craves warmth. Craves it. His entire body is constantly cold, and as much as he hates to admit, human bodies are very warm. So once winter starts, congratulations, you are now his human heat rock by force. Take everything you touch that is his and warm it up right now! Even though he looks like he belongs in the water and can swim very well, Levi's sensitive to temperature Even if water temperature in particular doesn't harm him. Leviathan prefers warmer tropical water.

Leviathan's true form is actually the biggest, But you'll never know since he's always coiled up. Despite not having limbs in his true form He's perfected his magic to use long snaking appendages to grab and hold whatever he wants.

Beelzebub

The more food a dragon has access to, the bigger it gets. Even though these kings of lizards grow very slowly, there is only one exception. Despite Fae Dragons supposedly being miniature, the Gluttonous appetites of the inhabitants of Abyssos make these dragons grow and grow. Its insectoid velvety wings shimmer with greens, yellows, purples, and oranges with intricate patterns. It has one horn similar to a unicorn but it's head is crowned with a ribbon like antennae. Start the beast It's tale with flexible fins stir in the air like rudders on a boat as it flies in place looking at you with interest... Or perhaps hunger?

While the other kings roars shake the ground His is song like and rhythmatic sending chills down your spine as it echoes through the sky.

In his true form Beel Actually has two pairs of jaws You just can't see his other pair since it's attached giving it the illusion of his normal maw. He also has mandibles folded on both sides of his cheek. They blend into his face so well at first glance you could never notice until you look very close. This translates to his human form albeit more like lines on his face and an unhingable jaw.

He is the most insectoid of his class all other fae dragon are not only well smaller than him... They're also more butterfly like where he is more moth like. Very fluffy! And please don't freak out when in battle he loses a wing or two unlike insects that when their wing scales break they will never grow back His wings and limbs can constantly grow back forever. In fact the scales on his wings always shed like pollen. It's shimmers like glitter.

He also eats his clones a fact that he loves to tell you with a smile just to watch you squirm. You remember other facts about insects and if you ask him that if he eats his lovers he just silently stares at you his smile widening more.

Lucifer

You thought he was a Drake at first glance, but then you realize The feathering nubs on his back where his wings should be; he was a dragon, The Dragon. He is a perfect amalgamation of scales and feathers. Its feathers and scales were white as snow other than the bright red horns on his head, the red scar across his body, and, of course, hisbehold. It. His snout was narrow, raptor-like. Just like his White irises glowing through the black voids of What should be white and his sharp black curved claws. As he lays before you, his wings or what's left of them move to spread out like a prideful peacock. If he could still soar, what a sight it would behold.

Lucifer once was an angel turned into a beast as a punishment for his own pride. He is still used to this draconic power as he has not fully mastered transforming and staying in his human form. He occasionally preens what is left of his wings. And other feathers. Pin feathers are the bane of his existence, and he can't reach the ones on his wings. Tiny human hands are always a blessing to have around. He can't help but move his giant dragon snout, trying to preen or pick at your own. He knows humans do not have pin feathers, but it feels nice.

He could always heal himself just like any demon can but he refuses to Even when his scales grow back in places he doesn't want He purposely picks them off. When his scales are grinded into a fine powder they're curiously bitter to the taste but a very potent with magical and medicinal properties. Ingesting the powder and/or god forbid the scale is highly ill-advised without proper preparation at as it is very poisonous.

"This is my son little brother." The beast grumbles in his true form He disappears for a second only to come back with a young man dangling from the collar He is leaning lanky His clothes slightly overgrown as if the tailor had no idea how to make clothes for a human. What really got your attention was his blue hair with icy blue eyes. you can't tell if the hair has been dyed or natural You've seen crazier shit in hell So it wouldn't surprise you. Lucifer puts him down and exclaims "He is human just like you. He needs human friends, please get along." This man has A pendant around his neck radiating magic. Perhaps this is what he uses to slow the growth of his tiny kid.

His true form is the largest of the seven without his wings. Sometimes he forgets he doesn't have them It's kind of awkward when he's trying to fly before realizing he can't. An odd thing he's picked up, instead of running how you would expect a dragon to run He actually gallops like a horse. He will admitly deny no matter how wrong he is. Perhaps he picked this up from watching horses.

Belphegor

With its long serpentine body sprawled across its layer at first you thought the black serpent was another one of Leviathan's kind But that's when you noticed upon the snoring beast front limbs folded as its face smushed into the pillow. The Lindwurm moved suddenly spooking you the mountain of pillows and blankets fell off its face as you got a better look. It's jet black main usually slipped back messy. It turns out dragons also get bedhead. It rolled Sloth-like onto its stomach It's whole body rotating with it that's when you saw more of its fur it's serpentine body stretched out with its One pair of front limbs letting out a loud yawn It's sort of reminded you like a cat.

Leviathan hates his long serpentine body but Belphegor fucking loves it. His long body if it weren't for a size could fit anywhere. Well that won't be a problem anymore actually since one of his beloved and very smart and very hardworking subordinates is currently working on a chemical compound that could shrink dragons down to size... Just think of all the napping spots!

If it weren't for the fact he lacks hind legs he would look exactly like a lung dragon. Belphie does not care. Walking sucks ass, how could anyone humans or dragons in their human form put up with walking on two legs. It's so much easier to slither. In fact he hardly uses his front limbs for anything other than support when he wants to lay down in a different way.

If it weren't for humans being so fragile he would absolutely lay right on you. Lindworms being a weird mix of Lungs and serpents they are also more cold-blooded. Unlike Leviathan who dreadedly hates cold anything. Belphegor loves the cold It makes him feel nice and sleepy. He doesn't like having too much warmth The only warmth he wants is your body heat. Congratulations another cold reptile laying directly skin contact onto you.

His room is a lot larger with a fuck ton of pillows and blankets all in one corner That's how he likes it when he is sleeping that's when he has less control over his forms as he shifts freely in his dreams be careful when you're snuggling him. And if it wasn't for a very nice subordinate of his, he would lay his entire collection of anime manga and other otaku stuff in a pile right next to his giant nest.

Asmodeus

This Drake moves in a way that disturbs you as it stalks and circles you. Its wild eyes roamed your body with such lust that it made you shiver. This dragon has perfected his form so well that he has many forms. But he prefers his "natural" appearance, bland, unassuming, smooth, leathery skin as black as night. The only thing with a splash of color is the thorns, chains, and flowers he decorates with. And a single blood-red eye. His hatchlings His beloved babies steam to take all sorts of draconic elements, whether feathers, scales, or fur.

"have you ever laid with a dragon?" He says with a smile...."Do you want to?"He also has a half form like Levi, But it looks less clean and more werewolf-ish more monstrous. He almost always shifts when he's trying to mate with you.

His horde is the red prison, delicious little sexual freaks that he collects in all corners of hell. And he thinks you'll be the prettiest addition of them all. He will shower you with all his treasures; all of them.

Instead of a powerful flame like all the others, he breathes a neurotoxin. His saliva is also toxic. With sharp serpentine-like fangs, he can control the right dosage. Only four dragons of the seven have venom. Leviathan's venom paralyzes, Belphegor makes your body go numb and limp, Lucifer's saliva thins your blood; Asmodeus's venom is sweet to the tongue and heavily intoxicates. Making his victim nice and suggestible.

His lack of wings does not concern him in the slightest. Even if he could magically produce wings, he couldn't fly with them; it would only be for show. Who needs flying when you can have someone big and strong? Carry him... No King will ever volunteer.

Bonus lightning round with random demons :D

Sitri & Amy:

Lindwyrm and Drake They fight a lot sometimes they'll turn into their true form Sitri trying to strangle Amy. As he tries to bite and tear into his flesh. I see Amy as a Drake that will run at full speed before tackling full force into an enemy while Sitri rather wait for an ambush strike.

Beleth

Tatzelwurm It's like a snake lindworm cat, It's an Alpine folklore animal but it looks very yokai like. His venom but also have the same alcoholic properties as Asmodeus, His flame is very weak He only uses it to light his Cigarette.

Naberius

Hydra in his true form his emotions split into three heads.

Stolas

Cockatrice I love him, bird lizard with his little crown. *Adds Fluffed up cockatrice trying to look scary here*

Bael

Fae Dragon, in my head he has a butterfly dragon trying to mimic a moth! Insects in the animal kingdom love their mimicry!

Foras

amphiphere You can pry this headcannon out of my cold dead hands. He would just look like Leviathan but with feathers and wings, and with more Sakura pink color. His wings are very soft so he flies silently.

Barbatos

Salamanders are a combination of drakes and lungs with multiple limbs. They have lots of limbs, and they are said to have fire capabilities. But this one seems to never use those combustible flames, instead soaking in the sun in a field of beautiful red roses.

Zagan

Wyvern Zagan never uses his true form around you because he wants you to feel more comfortable with him. When he is in his true form he just stares at you like how a big dog stares at a little kitten before picking you up like- 'This small thing is mine now.'

Bimet

I'm so stuck between Lung and Kirin AAA. Lung fits him more but I have yet to use Kirin... Maybe that one horse character from the new chapter can be a Kirin.

Gamigin

Human because it's funny, Lucifer and his tiny human baby. Whether he is a full-grown adult or a child is up to you. I just thought It'd be cute for a scary dragon to haul a small toddler around on his back.

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of fire and ice

guys don’t @ me ikkk this is similar to princess of the north but i wanted to write for cregan again and im literally obsessed with cregan x targ!reader so either suck it up and enjoy or keep scrolling plsss

pairing: cregan stark x fem!velaryon!poc!reader

description: sent to secure the loyalty of the north, the only daughter of queen rhaenyra is surprised to find such a warm welcome from the lord of winterfell. 

warnings: no smut but steamy in parts, swearing, alcohol consumption, treason lol, angst, familial conflict, off-screen character death, grieving, slight description (silver hair, purple eyes, darker complexion than her brothers (yes this reader is biracial what about it)), sort of canon divergent but i tried my best to make it clear what point in the dance we’re talking about at each point

words: 6.8K

date posted: 13/04/25

Cregan had awoken earlier than usual that morning, and he had noticed the shifting of the winds. He had not known it yet, but there was a dragon looming above the clouds, only a few hours south of Winterfell and going completely undetectable to the untrained eye. Something was amiss, that much he knew, but he was entirely unaware of what sort of chaos was about to be brought into his life. 

An ache of uncertainty settled in his bones when his guards stormed his halls, fear distinct in their eyes and nothing but the word dragon falling from their lips. The crowd that had formed to petition their lord had fled the hall in a hurry, each and every one of those northerners running in fear and excitement, for very few of them were old enough to recall the last time a dragon had flown so far north during the visit of King Jaehaerys and Good Queen Alysanne more than half a century ago. 

None even made way for their liege lord in their eagerness, forcing him to follow the crowd with his own anticipation and unease—the news of the king’s death had arrived only days before, along with the ascension of his eldest son Aegon to the throne. He was not naive enough to believe that this transition would pass without backlash or conflict; Rhaenyra had been named Princess of Dragonstone three years before Cregan had even been born, and his father had willingly bent the knee to her and had hoped for House Stark to one day stand among her most trusted allies. While Cregan had no intentions of breaking his father’s oath, which had become his own, with the news of Aegon’s coronation he had hoped to receive some sort of correspondence from the princess to alert him of how to proceed in such circumstances, though he certainly had not expected a dragonrider to carry this message.

He could not be certain that the dragon had even been sent by Rhaenyra. While her own household had in fact claimed ownership over five dragons of their own, not including those who were riderless, but all four of King Viserys’ children with Alicent Hightower had dragons of their own as well. Perhaps this was not a message from Rhaenyra, but instead one of Aegon’s dragons sent to have him bend the knee.

The late-summer sun was high in the sky when he set foot into the courtyard, his eyes burning from the light as he pointed his gaze to the heavens and scanned the grey-blue clouds for a glimpse of the dragon in question. The crowd was silent, breaths held in suspense as they found no sign of a dragon for several moments before a sharp cry pierced the air and the large shadow of a winged creature appeared before the sun. 

The beast itself brought only awe to the crowd of northerners below as it drew closer, circling the castle time and time again and growing nearer with every flap of its wings. The dragon was glimmering white in colour, her scales glittering in the sunlight as her mighty talons settled into the ground, sending shocks through the earth as she lowered her gaze to the open gates of Winterfell. 

Cregan’s horse was ready before he could command, guards parting the crowd as their liege lord rode out to meet the mighty she-dragon where she sat, waiting His heart thumped in his chest as he grew nearer, the dragon’s eyes of emerald green narrowing on the approaching figure and her chest rumbling with a protective growl. At the very least, he was thankful that it had not been the fearsome Vhagar that had come to them, for he’d heard nothing about her rider save for his sheer ferocity and ill-temper and with a dragon of that size Prince Aemond could decimate the entirety of the north in a matter of minutes if he wished. From the size of this dragon, damage could be done, yes, but surely one of greater size would have been sent if true harm was to be intended. 

His horse came to a halt a short distance away, clearly nervous in the face of such a beast, and he was not yet close enough to discern who this rider was; Neither Rhaenyra nor Aegon would risk making the flight themselves, and the beast certainly did not fit the description of any of the ferocious war-mongers he’d heard of such as Vhagar, Meleys, or Caraxes, and the mounts of Princess Helaena and Prince Daeron were both famously regarded for their glittering blue hides. He dismounted his horse, taking long strides to close the distance between himself and the dragon.

“Lord Stark,” the rider called out, melodious and powerful as it cut through the wind. The dragon lowered its head, finally giving him a clear view of her rider in all of her glory, “I bring a message from my mother, Queen Rhaenyra of House Targaryen.”

The princess was a renowned beauty, the image of her Valyrian heritage. The realm had taken to the rumours of Rhaenyra’s infidelity with ease, each of her boys born during her marriage with Ser Laenor tainted with clear evidence of their heritage, while her only daughter bore the very same traits that Queen Rhaenyra had long been praised for, save for her complexion, which was several shades darker than any of her siblings. No one in the realm questioned her heritage for her parentage was just as clear as it was for her brothers. 

“Princess,” he lowered himself in a curt bow, his eyes drawn to her features despite being face-to-face with her dragon, “I was expecting a messenger from Her Grace. Winterfell welcomes you and honours its oath.”

“Thank you, Lord Stark. The Queen will remember your loyalty to her.”

The princess dismounted her dragon with ease, sliding down the smooth flesh of her wings until her feet met with the hard earth, quickly beginning to freeze solid with the coming of winter. As she drew nearer, Cregan was able to take in the complexity of her features, the roundness of her premature features now blooming into the sharpness of womanhood, her violet eyes still holding the gentle innocence of a maiden princess while holding the fury and power of a dragonrider. Her silver curls were tucked away into an intricate braid, though some pieces around her face had fallen loose due to the strong northern winds that her dragon had carried her through. She reached into one of the bell-shaped sleeves of her overcoat, revealing a small roll of parchment closed tightly with a black seal stamped with the three headed dragon of House Targaryen and extending it to him.

He lingered for a moment as their gloved fingertips met, eyes finding hers once more and finding a flicker of surprise over her stoic features as she finally took in his own features at such a close proximity. 

He cracked the seal and unrolled the message, eyes tracing over the regal handwriting, a message written in the queen’s own hand. He read over every word with care, the weight of the queen’s request settling over him–the realm was at war, or at least, it was about to be, and his loyalty was not enough. Most of the realm would rather see Aegon on the throne, shirking their oaths and bending the knee to the Greens, leaving Rhaenyra with remotely no forces behind her save for the Velaryon fleet, which was no help when it came to battle, as the Greens had no interest in meeting them in naval battles, and her dragons, none of which would be any match against Vhagar and her rider. Rhaenyra needed more than his honour now, she needed soldiers, and many more than he was able to offer. 

He grunted, nodding as he rolled the parchment up once again and slid it into the breast pocket of his overcoat, “It would seem there is much to discuss, princess. Perhaps we may do so over supper, if you wish to join me. I will have a room prepared for you so you may bathe and rest. I imagine you need it after a long journey, and I’ll arrange something for your dragon to eat.”

The princess nodded, the tension in her shoulders relaxing slightly at the offer as she glanced back at her dragon, “Vesia prefers cattle, but anything will do. She is not likely to stay put for long, she has never experienced the cold and will seek out somewhere warm to rest, so I apologize for any ruckus she may create among your people.” 

“There is a hot spring not far from the castle, the earth around it runs warm and the air is humid, and I’m certain we can spare some cattle during your stay,” Cregan nodded, chuckling to himself, “And you must forgive my people for any unwanted attention you and her may receive. It’s been nearly seventy years since a dragon has flown this far north.”

She smirked, reaching back to lay her palm flat to Vesia’s snout, “It might do her some good to attract some attention. She is still young, and often gets overlooked in favour of older and larger dragons, save for myself. Perhaps now she will be honoured for what she is…”

“Beautiful,” he finished for her, though his tone carried a cadence that might have been taken for affection, had the princess met his gaze. 

“Precisely,” she nodded, “I know she will prove to be fearsome in battle when the time comes.”

“Aye,” Cregan agreed, “as would you, princess. Though I hope it does not come to that.”

“As do I, but my uncle has usurped my mother’s throne, and his brother rides the largest dragon in the world. We will need every dragonrider we can find if we hope to win this war.”

This war would end in fire and blood, bringing about chaos like no other war that Westeros had ever seen. Dragons had fought dragons in the past, yes, but never so many all at once. The princess was more than aware of her odds of surviving the war, but she was a dragonrider through and through, just as the generations that came before her had been, and she would not shirk from her duty when the time for battle came. This was a trait that Cregan quickly came to admire in the princess over that very first evening when she joined him for supper, and the three others that followed. Cregan’s closest friends and advisors, especially his half-sister Sara, had taken note of the fact that their liege lord had grown increasingly affectionate over the Targaryen princess, even through his statue-eque facade. He seemed to take great consideration of her opinion, entertaining her thoughts for various issues brought to him during his public audiences as if she were his lady. He’d yet to make a decision over her mother’s request for soldiers, and many even speculated that he was postponing for as long as he could in order to have more time in the princess’s presence. 

The princess had been brought two gowns of the warmest wool the North had to offer. She had brought her own, of course, but had severely underestimated her tolerance for the bitter cold that inhabited Winterfell, regardless of the fact that it was still summer. The cold was more of an ache, a chill that settled into her bones like a disease, only thwarted by hot baths, layers of fur, a raging fire, and the company of the Lord of Winterfell. She, too, had been quite taken with him, her skin burning under his gentle and honourable touches, often lingering but never enough to be taken as anything more than respectable between a lord and a visiting princess (though, every servant and soldier in Winterfell were eagerly indulging in any chance to gossip about the budding courtship between Lord Cregan and the dragon riding princess). 

The sun had fallen onto the horizon, only a small sliver maintaining the faintest of daylight over the whole of the North when Cregan received the raven. He’d sat with the message enclosed in his fist for more than an hour, staring into the flames in the hearth as he mulled over the message that had been given to him to pass on. He had never met Prince Lucerys, and had hardly heard his name more than a handful of times, and yet his heart felt heavy with the weight of the news of his death–even more so when he pictured the princess’s face when he was forced to break the news to her. 

She’d been very vocal about how close she had been with her brothers, but especially Lucerys. She was the second-born child of Rhaenyra Targaryen, born less than a year after her elder brother Jacaerys, who had been her best friend throughout their entire childhood. However, once they were old enough to understand the rumours that had been spread about her brothers’ legitimacy, she had noticed a shift in her relationship with the eldest of her brothers; where there had once been a childish connection between them based entirely out of sibling love and childish ignorance had somehow become a loathing, jealousy sparked through Jace’s feelings on the matter. He was second in line for the throne, how could anyone be so dismissive of him over his younger sister–there came a point when no one bothered to pretend the moment that his back was turned, aside from his mother and grandfather. Jace never made it out to be her fault, but he also couldn’t find it within himself to separate his anger at these people and at his mother for causing this, and the jealousy that he felt for his sister; he was the heir to the throne, he would someday be king and was among the most privileged young men in the Seven Kingdoms, and yet his younger sister was the one who had everything that he had ever wanted. Following this shift in their relationship, the princess turned her attention to her younger brother Lucerys, who had always been eager to impress his sister and was often noted to have been rather protective over her, despite the fact that he was younger and smaller than she was.

The path to her chambers felt longer than ever, and Cregan was glad that he at least had the cover of night to avoid any diversions from bringing her the news–and no one would catch him making the trek to the princess’s room, where they would be alone together. 

When he reached her chambers, he raised his fist, hesitating for a moment as he prepared himself to face the princess, who he already found himself struggling to find words around, only to have to deliver the gravest of news. Just as his fist met the wood-panelled door, a soft voice called his name from down the dark corridor, drawing his attention to the figure that approached.

“Princess,” he sighed, “what are you doing out of bed so late?”

A small smirk appeared on the princess’s lips, “I’m more curious as to why you’ve found yourself coming to my chambers so late, my lord.”

His eyes ran over her figure, only a simple fur-lined robe layered over her thin nightgown, silver curls loose around her face in places where they had fallen out of her braid, which was much simpler than the usual Valyrian style that he had previously seen her wear. 

“I need to speak with you, princess,” he spoke, hoping to not display too much concern in his tone, “there’s been a raven from the queen.”

Her brow furrowed, though it seemed she had yet to catch onto the danger in the cadence of his voice, “What is it? Is she demanding I return to Dragonstone to be locked away again? Come, Lord Stark, tell me of my mother’s wrath and desire to control my every move.”

He followed her into the room, pressing the door closed behind him as she crossed the room, turning to offer him a cup of wine, which he denied with a wave of his hand. 

“So tell me, what command has my mother sent to me now? Is she angry with me for taking so long?”

“Princess,” he said, “this news is…of grave matters.”

She paused, finally meeting his gaze in the fire-lit room, “What’s happened. You’re making me nervous, Lord Cregan.”

He did not recall when the words slipped past his lips or the manner in which he delivered them. In fact, he truly would not have been certain that he’d even said them if it hadn’t been for the cracking of the princess’s facade, the slow expression of disbelief dawning on her face before she stumbled forward, collapsing to the floor just before she could reach the large bed in the middle of the room. 

The first whimper that sounded from her throat was pitiful, but the second escaped as a quiet scream. Cregan could do nothing but watch as her body, usually appearing so confident and regal, quivered and shook as she now appeared only vulnerable and afraid, betraying just how young she truly was, no matter how much she tried to appear older. War was a gruesome thing, something that no one should be forced to know, let alone anyone so young. 

Her body wracked with sobs, fingers curling into the cold stone floor beneath her in a weak attempt to regain her strength, to ground herself, to bring herself out of this grief. Cregan stepped forward, one of his broad palms settling onto her shoulder in an awkward attempt to bring her comfort. Honour and propriety bound him to keeping his distance, despite the fact that there was nothing he wanted more than to take her into his arms and hold her until her grief passed. 

She flinched under his touch, but did not shrink away. She pushed herself onto her knees, straightening her spine as she wiped at her cheeks to clean them of her tears.

“Lord Stark,” she croaked, “Forgive me, I seemed to have forgotten myself. Thank you for bringing me this news.”

“There is nothing to forgive, princess,” he shook his head, reaching out to wipe a stray tear from her cheek. “This is betrayal, treachery. A throne is nothing in comparison to this loss.”

Her wide, teary eyes watched him carefully, scanning over his face as a shuddered breath fell from her lips, parted and swollen from crying. The roaring flames in the fireplace sent a warm glow across her skin, akin to only the finest of melted bronze. Her fingers trailed up to graze over the back of his hand and it settled to cup her cheek. Then, she kissed him.

Her lips had disappeared as soon as they were there, and Cregan’s burned with the slightest taste of her kiss. He paused, eyes closed as he tried to savour the feeling of her lips in case he were to never feel them again, though that did not seem to be the case.

She kissed him again, cautiously scooching closer as if she were waiting for him to stop her, though she found little resistance from him as she raised her own hand and cupped the back of his neck. He finally began to reciprocate, lips moulding with hers effortlessly as his spare hand pressed against her lower back. He finally broke away when he felt her robe fall from her shoulders as she reached up to unlace the front of her nightgown.

He caught her hands before she could reveal herself to him any further, pulling away from her kiss slowly.

“Princess–”

“I want you, Cregan,” she whispered, a small whine leaving her throat as he dodged her attempt to kiss him again.

“I won’t dishonour you, princess,” he denied, “I am not your husband.”

“Then make me your wife,” she pleaded, “I cannot return there knowing that he won’t ever be waiting for me. I care for you, Cregan, and you offer my mother the strongest alliance possible.”

He stared down at her, uncertainty clear in his stare, “This is grief speaking, I cannot hold you to anything–”

“It is not,” she spoke sternly, “do not deny me this. I know you have longed for me just as I have for you.”

He gulped, “I do care for you, princess–”

“Then arrange it,” she pleaded, “a small ceremony, in accordance with your gods. No feasts, no celebrations, just you and I.”

Cregan sighed, his mind whirling, begging him to deny her of this request. This was treason, to marry the queen’s daughter without her permission, and he would not even have time to run things by his advisors for more than a moment before the deed was done. His heart, however, aching as he stared upon her grief-stricken features, still appearing as the most beautiful woman to have ever lived, urged him to take her into his arms and make her his wife. Cregan Stark had always been regarded as one of the wisest men in the Seven Kingdoms, despite his youth, burdened by his inheritance and the weight of his duties. 

But for once in his life, Cregan Stark listened to his heart, and by the end of the very next day, he had taken the princess to wife beneath the ancient heart tree in the godswood.

His wife mourned for some time, but Cregan was thankful that he could now offer her the comfort she desired without the shame of dishonouring her. In the weeks to come, he was by her side whenever he could, tending to her needs while also helping her come to familiarize her with her duties as the new Lady Stark. 

Then, of course, came the issue of alerting her mother of their union. Cregan had hoped to have been the one to write to the queen, firstly to pledge his men to her cause, and then to admit his wrongdoing of marrying her daughter without permission, but his wife demanded that she would be the one to do it. He wasn’t sure if she was hoping to soften the blow or if her adamancy was out of her innate desire to take her duties as seriously as possible. For that, he could not begrudge her, for he had the very same shackle to his duties. Though, he’s unsure if he was more or less glad to have been denied this task once he was able to read the queen’s response.

Cregan was certain that he was able to feel her rage through the parchment, writing appearing messy and smudged in places, cursing her daughter for her actions and reminding her of what crimes they had committed. Untrustworthy, unreliable, undutiful, the queen had called her, all of which he knew to be a complete lie.

“She has always been more stern with me than with my brothers,” his wife told him as he read over the letter, “I’m not sure if it is moreso caused by our similarities or–” She caught herself before she spoke the truth of her brother’s parentage into the world, but she knows that he understands fully, “I do not hold it against them. They are my brothers, but sometimes I wonder if my mother does not worry for me as she would for them.”

Cregan listened to her as she paced back and forth in front of him, eyes lingering on the final sentence of the letter, Your Queen commands you to return to Dragonstone at once.

“Will you go?” He asked, though he already knew the answer. He had yet to meet someone so bound by duty as himself, and yet he could already see that his wife was preparing herself to return to her ancestral home upon the command. She may have taken on the role of Lady Stark, but she was still a princess of the realm first and foremost.

“Not for long,” she crouched to kneel on the fur rug before the tufted chair he had been seated in. Her nimble fingers traced over the curve of his knee through his breeches, eyes locking on his own over the piece of parchment, “forgive me, husband. I do not wish to shirk my duties to you and to the North, but she will never relent until I return.”

“There is nothing to forgive, my love,” his thumb smoothed over her cheek affectionately, “though I cannot say I am happy about it.”

“I will be on dragonback,” she murmured, nuzzling into his palm, “so long as my mother does not lock me away for disobeying her, I could only be a few days.”

“She wouldn’t dare, you’re the Lady of Winterfell now,” he dropped the parchment on the small table next to him, reaching down to pull his wife to her feet and then into his lap, “besides, I would rather not have to declare war on the queen for keeping my wife from me.”

“War,” she snorted, “I am hardly a suitable prize for such drastic measures.”

“I disagree,” he hummed, hands smoothing over her curves through her wool gown, “I would fight a thousand men to have you back in my arms.”

“Unfortunately for you,” she mused, bumping his nose with her own, “it’s not a man you’d be facing. My mother has the fury and strength of a thousand warlords when she needs it.”

“I do not doubt it. You are your mother’s daughter, after all,” Cregan laughed, pressing a quick kiss to her lips, “just promise that you will return to me.”

Her eyes squinted at him curiously, admiring the subtle crack in his usually firm demeanor that she only ever saw when they were alone together, “Nothing could keep me from you, my love. Nothing.”

It seemed that there was one thing truly capable of keeping the princess from her newly-wedded husband—war. 

When she had arrived back on Dragonstone, it seemed that all Seven Hells had broken loose. She had little time to spend with her brothers, mourning the loss of Lucerys together, before she’d been pulled aside by her mother, who had used more than a few colourful words to express her rage towards her daughter for her unlawful actions.

“I have done you a favour so great it could never be repaid, mother. My husband loves me, and I, him. If you wish to keep us apart, you’ll have to have me executed for my crime.”

Rhaenyra could not stay too angry for too long, for every time she looked at her daughter, she saw the very image of herself only twenty-odd years earlier. She suddenly understood her father’s frustrations with her, but at the very least her own daughter had not ventured to brothels and alehouses to toss away her maidenhead, she’d done it out of love and duty. Permission or not, Rhaenyra now had the unwavering loyalty of the largest of the Seven Kingdoms, and she had nobody to thank but her daughter. 

The princess had been shocked to learn what had happened in her absence. She fully understood that Lucerys would not be the last to lose his life in this war, but the news of Jaehaerys’s murder and mutilation was devastating to her. She’d never met the boy, even the last time that they had been in King’s Landing before her grandsire had passed, but she and Helaena had been girls together. Feuds and hatred had never tainted their relationship with one another, only distance and time. Since then, Daemon had fled to Harrenhal, where he refused to answer any of Rhaenyra’s ravens, meanwhile many had flocked to support Aegon’s claim after the brutal murder of his son was claimed to have been an attack orchestrated by his elder sister. There was no denying the devastation that would be caused by the war; Rhaenys and Meleys had met Sunfyre and Vhagar in battle, bringing destruction to Rook’s Rest and resulting in the death of Meleys and her rider, as well as the mutilation of both Aegon and Sunfyre. Aemond was now responsible for the death of two members of the Blacks and their dragons, and rumours have circulated about his involvement in what had happened to Sunfyre as well. Additionally, he’d done nothing but rally the smallfolk in favour of Rhaenyra through his cruelty once he had taken over as Prince Regent, and Vhagar had been spotted patrolling the Black Water Bay on multiple occasions, which only meant one thing for the princess; it was no longer safe to travel such a distance over enemy territory by dragonback, nor could she return to Winterfell by procession, so she could not tell how long it would be before she was back in her husband’s arms. 

They exchanged letters as often as they could, each expressing their desire to be with one another once again. They had not known each other for very long, but the princess had never felt such a connection with anyone else–save for her dragon, of course. She felt a mixture of worry and excitement when she received a raven from her husband claiming that he and his men were prepared to leave Winterfell and begin the long march south, but it would still be a month at least before his camp would be close enough for her to fly out to meet him, so she would need to put up with staying in Dragonstone under her mother’s supervision.

The tides seemed to be turning as the queen came across three new dragonriders, all of whom were of Targaryen blood but were all so poor that there were no annals to say exactly how long ago or who beyond stories told to them by their mothers. Jacaerys was especially bothered by this, and turned even more aggressive towards his younger sister; the thin veil that he felt separated himself from the truth behind his legitimacy was the fact that he was able to claim and ride a dragon, and now that veil had been stripped away and he was forced to face the bitter truth. The princess did her best to ignore his comments or blatant ignorance of her opinions, keeping thoughts of her husband at the forefront and counting down the days until she could see him once again. 

The sun had fallen low on the horizon when the raven came, and the princess had clambered onto the back of her dragon less than an hour later. Cregan Stark had arrived at Harrenhal, his men setting up camp and conjoining with the men of the Riverlands that had gathered under Daemon’s authority and bent the knee to Rhaenyra. The princess could not waste any more time, urging Vesia to fly as fast as possible as she took to the sky, glad for the she-dragon’s ability to camouflage into the clouds of the late evening for extra protection, allowing her to take the most direct path to Harrenhal. 

Vesia let out a roar as Harrenhal came into view, responding to the curious and cautionary calls of Caraxes and Syrax as she circled around the castle, dropping closer and closer to the ground with every swoop of her wings. The princess’s feet hit the rubble-covered earth just outside of the castle, patting Vesia on the snout as the small white dragon scurried over to reunite with Syrax, who had birthed the clutch of eggs she’d hatched from; the pair had always been very close with one another, mother and daughter–a complete opposite of the relationship between their riders.

She wasted little time scaling down the uneven stone steps until she reached the site of encampment. She paid little mind to the men who stopped in surprise as she brushed passed, purple hues scanning each shield and banner that she passed in search of the direwolf sigil she so longed to see. Her husband had, of course, found himself set up furthest from the castle, having been the most recent to have arrived. 

Once she finally passed through the threshold of Stark banners, she found the men falling into deeper bows than the others, all greeting her with her proper title, as their lady, for the others had only known her to be the daughter of the queen. 

She stopped before a small group of greybeards sitting around a small fire, “Lord Stark, can you tell me where he is?”

They all seemed taken aback for a moment, before one of them rose to his feet and eagerly led his lady through the encampment to one of the largest tents in the centre of the Stark army. She thanked the man earnestly, wasting no time in ignoring the guards and pushing through the white flaps of the tent and finding herself in the midst of a council meeting, where Lord Cregan Stark appeared in among a group of men stood over a map of the Seven Kingdoms on one side of the table, the queen and her husband on the other. 

Rhaenyra raised a brow at the sudden appearance of her daughter. She had not bothered to write in advance, nor had she made any attempt to alert the queen of her arrival in favour of seeking out her husband. She should have known better than to expect her mother to avoid speaking with Lord Stark as soon as she could, though she was surprised to have found him wholly intact. 

“Daughter,” the queen greeted, concern weighing in her tone, “is something wrong?”

The princess finally tore her eyes away from her husband, who seemed to be at a loss for words at the sight of his wife after months apart, “There is. My husband arrived here and nobody thought to tell for a week.”

Rhaenyra sighed at her daughter’s sternness while Daemon rolled his eyes. He had always admired his stepdaughter’s fiery attitude, much like her mother’s and his own, but she was still a young woman who had a tendency to use it when it least benefited him. 

“Forgive us, but you may have forgotten that there is a war to be fought,” Daemon drawled, “and you will remember yourself when you speak to the queen, especially since you and your husband wed without her permission and are therefore guilty of treason.”

“Leave us,” Rhaenyra scoffed, ignoring her husband’s own attitude as she waited for the men to exit the tent, “A raven was sent. Late, I admit, but Daemon is right. We cannot afford to waste a moment.”

“And yet you keep your council in the dark,” the princess said, bitterly, “forgive me for thinking that perhaps this was an act of punishment. I have disobeyed you once in my life, but instead of upset and chaos, I have brought you the loyalty of the North and two thousand fighting men.”

“And in doing so you have overlooks centuries of tradition, denied us of our rights and authority–”

 “Us?” The princess interrupted her stepfather, “you have no authority over me, Daemon. You are not the king, and you are not my father. My mother can punish me however she may wish, but I am a married woman now and you have no authority over me.”

Daemon scowled at the girl, but she did not miss the flash of amusement across her mother’s face and the tug at the corner of her husband’s lips. He pushed himself off of the table that he’d been leaning against and strutted off, narrowly missing her shoulder with his own. The princess turned her attention back to her mother, who flickered her own violet gaze between her daughter and the man she’d taken to husband. Rhaenyra wanted to be angry, more than anything, but she could not fault her daughter for doing the same thing that she had only years earlier when she had wed Daemon, especially considering that she had brought much more to the table with her marriage to Cregan Stark than she would have with anyone else who might have asked for her hand. 

“You have done well, my sweet,” The queen stepped forward, taking her daughter’s hand in her own while cupping her cheek with the other, then glancing over her shoulder at the Northerner, “I expect you will adequately care for my daughter, Lord Stark.”

“I will, Your Grace.” The man smiled softly, “I would hope that you might come to Winterfell once this fighting is through. I have no desire to keep your daughter from you.”

Rhaenyra smiled softly, turning back to her daughter to press a gentle kiss to her forehead before she brushed past her, exiting the tent and leaving her daughter to stand face-to-face with her husband for the first time in months. 

“Husband,” she began, feeling somewhat awkward at what to say to him; they truly did not know each other for that long, and the average betrothal typically lasted several weeks rather than a few hours. “How have yo–oh!”

Cregan rushed at her the moment that her mother was out of ear shot, sweeping him into his arms and holding her snugly to his chest. She nuzzled into his neck, finding nothing but comfort and relief at the warmth of his chest through his many layers of wool and leather and fur. 

“I’ve missed you,” she murmured into his neck, the hair that had grown across his cheeks and jaw tickling her own skin as she trailed kisses across his chin until she reached his lips. He kissed her back eagerly, large hands rising to cup her jaw and hold her in place as she melted impossibly closer to him.

“I could not survive another moment without you,” he whispered back, pressing his forehead to her own, “I am sorry I did not send for you sooner. The queen kept me busy with meetings this entire time.”

“Leave it to my mother,” the princess sneered, though she could not find it within herself, “do not worry yourself with anything my mother or her husband may have said. Their opinions are of no consequence any further.”

“I have no intention of changing my mind now. I see no other choice but to endure her wrath until we gift to her grandchildren to fawn over.”

She hummed, “I think there is some business to attend to if we are to ever give her any.”

“I agree,” he smirked, “starting with a bath–you stink of dragon.”

She drove her fist into his chest roughly, glaring up at him as his fingers began to untie her cloak from around her neck, slowly backing her through the white curtain that lead to a small and practical bedroom set up, though certainly more extravagant than those afforded to the greybeards fighting for him. He threw her onto the makeshift goosefeather bed, not wasting a moment as he worked her out of her riding gear, pausing to admire her bare figure as she sunk into the warm furs. 

“You are the most divine creature to walk this earth,” he grumbled, his thick fingers curling around her thighs and pressed them back until she was completely exposed to him. She trembled in anticipation, watching him impatiently while his own heated gaze was directed solely at her core, glistening in the flickering candlelight, “I will never be away from you for so long again, I swear it.”

She shuddered as his fingers teased through her folds, grinning to himself at how easily she fell open to him, any thoughts in her head slurring together as she easily succumbed to his touch, soft sighs and wanton moans filled the tent.

Perhaps he did not mind the smell of dragon as much as he had let on, or perhaps he was simply too desperate for his wife to wait while a bath was prepared for them to share, and none dared to reenter the tent that evening as none of them would even question what was taking place inside.

[novaursa]

The Last Dance

- Summary: The Dance of the Dragons is over. You and Aegon finally find peace.

- Pairing: twin!sister reader/Aegon II Targaryen

- Note: reader is referred to as Y/N, is twin sister and wife to Aegon II, and is bonded with dragon called Starfyre. These events happen right after The Searing Flame. To read all of the chapters in chronological order, or more of my works, visit my blog. The list is pinned to the top.

- Rating: Mature 16+

- Word count: 5 119

- Tag(s): @sachaa-ff

- A/N: This is the chapter that finalizes this series. That being said, there will be more twin!reader/Aegon II stories to fill the gaps.

The air is filled with the scent of salt and smoke as you stand on the balcony of Dragonstone, the sea churning below in restless waves. The horizon is cast in hues of deep purple and amber as dusk sets in, but your attention is wholly on the sky, where two golden streaks dart through the twilight. You feel Aegon’s presence beside you, a warmth against the cool stone at your back. His scarred arm is under your hand, his skin rough and uneven beneath your touch, a harsh reminder of Rook’s Rest and the countless betrayals that led you here.

Yet there’s still strength in him, a burning defiance that never faded even after all the wounds. You rest your head on his shoulder, feeling the tension in his muscles, the way he seems to hold his breath as he watches Sunfyre and Starfyre circle above. It’s not just the raw power of your dragons that grips him—no, this is something more primal. It's the joy of seeing them together again, as they were always meant to be: siblings, mates, war-dragons forged in the heat of fire and vengeance.

“There,” Aegon murmurs, his voice low, strained. He points to a shadow in the clouds—Grey Ghost. The wild dragon had stayed hidden for so long, slipping through the cracks of Dragonstone’s defenses, but not tonight. Sunfyre and Starfyre had scented him out, and now there would be no escape.

You tighten your grip on Aegon’s arm, feeling the thrill of it, a dark satisfaction blooming in your chest. The shadow resolves into a shape—a dirty, scarred creature with wings tattered from battles long lost. Grey Ghost is no match for your dragons, but he’s quick, darting between clouds, trying to outmaneuver the gleaming pair that pursue him.

Starfyre leads the chase, her silvery form a flash of brilliance in the twilight, her scales glimmering like starlight against the darkening sky. The alabaster undershine of her wings catches the last of the sun’s rays as she twists and turns, a deadly dance that lures Grey Ghost into false confidence. Her movements are elegant, fluid—every beat of her wings purposeful, calculated. The Star Dame, as you’ve come to call her in the intimacy of your thoughts, is a creature born of night and light, her presence both ethereal and deadly.

Sunfyre is close behind her, a shimmering blaze of gold that seems almost unnatural in its brilliance. The awkward bend in his healed wing does nothing to diminish his ferocity—if anything, it makes him all the more terrifying, a creature that defies the laws of nature, a king among dragons that should have been crippled but refused to be. His roar echoes across the sky, a sound of pure fury that reverberates through your chest, making your heart race.

“They hunt as one,” you whisper, awe lacing your words. You lift your head from Aegon’s shoulder to look up at him, catching the gleam of pride in his eyes. “It’s beautiful.”

Aegon’s mouth curves into a small, crooked smile, a hint of the man he was before the war marred him. “Beautiful, yes. But more than that—vengeance.” He says the last word with a bitterness that lingers in the air. Sunfyre and Starfyre had been denied their chance to fight side by side for too long, much like the two of you. But now, the skies belong to them again, as they should.

You don’t respond, letting the sight before you speak for itself. Starfyre suddenly plummets, diving at a steep angle that seems reckless until Grey Ghost veers, startled by her speed. It’s then that Sunfyre strikes, a burst of flame searing the air as he barrels into Grey Ghost from above, jaws snapping at the smaller dragon’s neck. Grey Ghost shrieks, a sound full of desperation as he tries to shake free, but Sunfyre holds on, his talons digging deep into flesh.

Starfyre swoops in, her silvery wings flaring as she joins the fray, her jaws clamping down on one of Grey Ghost’s wings. You watch as she tears through it with merciless precision, ripping membrane and bone with a single twist of her head. Blood sprays across the sky, dark and ominous, and Grey Ghost’s struggles grow frantic, but they’re futile. Starfyre and Sunfyre tear into him together, a dance of coordinated destruction that speaks of deep, intrinsic connection.

“Together, they’re unstoppable,” you breathe, unable to tear your gaze away. You feel Aegon’s fingers intertwine with yours, his grip tight and possessive. He’s watching them too, but you know he’s seeing more than just dragons tearing apart a weaker foe—he’s seeing the future, the strength you still hold, the power you’ll wield together to take back what was stolen from you.

When Grey Ghost finally falls, his body torn and mangled, he drops like a stone into the sea below. You both watch in silence as the waves claim him, dragging him under until he’s nothing more than a memory.

Starfyre and Sunfyre wheel in the air, circling each other before flying back towards the keep. The bond between them is palpable, a mirror of your own with Aegon. Sunfyre’s awkward wingbeat matches Aegon’s own struggles, while Starfyre’s radiant strength reflects the resilience you’ve both clung to, even in the face of loss. The dragons’ victory is your victory, and as they draw closer, you feel a sense of unity, of destiny.

Aegon turns to you then, his scarred face shadowed but his eyes burning with resolve. “We will reclaim what is ours, Y/N,” he says, his voice a quiet promise. “With our dragons, with our strength—we will not be broken.”

You meet his gaze, and there’s a fierce pride in your chest as you nod. “We are not broken, Aegon,” you reply softly, but with steel in your tone. “We are fire and blood.”

As the night closes in, the sky dark and filled with stars, you stand together in silence, hand in hand. Sunfyre and Starfyre land on the courtyard below, their golden and silver scales gleaming even in the dim light. They are kings and queens among dragons, just as you and Aegon are meant to be.

And as long as they soar, so will you.

The dread in the throne room is thick enough to choke on as you stand beside Aegon, your hand resting lightly on Daena’s shoulder while Baelon clutches the edge of your gown. The echo of footsteps and clinking chains resound through the stone chamber as Alfred Broome and his men drag the remnants of Rhaenyra’s forces into the hall. They are bruised, bloodied, and defeated—a pale reflection of the power Rhaenyra once held. Among them, her young son Aegon clings to her, his eyes wide with fear as he takes in the fearsome sight of the dragons looming in the distance outside, their golden and silver forms visible through the open arches.

Sunfyre and Starfyre wait like harbingers of death, gleaming in the twilight.

You feel Aegon’s arm tense beside you, a flicker of pain passing through him from his old wounds. But there’s more than just physical pain here—there’s a deep, simmering rage that’s been brewing since the moment Blood and Cheese ripped your family apart. You and Aegon have been waiting for this moment, dreaming of it in your darkest hours. And now, it’s finally here.

Rhaenyra is forced to her knees before you, her once-proud visage a mask of defiance even in chains. She looks older than you remember, her face gaunt and hollow, but her eyes still blaze with the stubborn arrogance that led her here. Her remaining Queensguard lie dead, slain by your forces as they tried to resist one last time. There is no one left to protect her.

You meet her gaze with cold satisfaction, leaning forward slightly as you speak, your voice sharp as a blade. “We have long awaited this moment, Rhaenyra. Ever since you sent those assassins to kill our sons—two innocent boys, slaughtered because of your ambition.”

Rhaenyra’s lips tremble, but she doesn’t back down. “My sons died as well, Y/N,” she retorts, her voice shaking with fury. “Jace, Luke, Viserys… you cannot know that pain.”

“You dare to compare?” Aegon’s voice cuts through the air like the crack of a whip, silencing her. He steps forward, the limp from his injury barely noticeable as his anger gives him strength. “This war began because you could never let go of our father’s lies. He promised you the throne, and you clung to that entitlement like a drowning woman clutches driftwood.”

Rhaenyra opens her mouth to speak, but Aegon doesn’t let her. “You speak of your lost sons as if their deaths were a justification for your madness, but it was your own hubris that led them to the grave. If you had shown even a hint of reason, none of this would have happened. Y/N and I never wanted the crown. We only wanted to love each other and grow old with our children. But the crown was pushed onto us—pushed by your ambition and vanity.”

Your heart twists as you think of the peaceful life you and Aegon could have had, far from the bloodshed, if only Rhaenyra had accepted the reality of your father’s death that relinquished her claims. But that was never an option for her, was it? Pride, ambition, and greed had consumed her until there was nothing left but this hollow shell of a queen.

Rhaenyra’s defiance cracks then, her eyes filling with desperation. “Please, Aegon—Y/N—my son—”

But Aegon’s gaze hardens. “It’s too late for pleas, Rhaenyra. Your choices have brought us to this point, and now they will swallow us all. Even your precious children.”

You see the flicker of fear in her eyes, the realization that there will be no mercy here. This is no place for mercy. This is retribution.

With a nod from Aegon, the great doors are opened, and Sunfyre’s golden form stalks into the throne room, his scales gleaming like molten gold in the torchlight. His eyes are locked on Rhaenyra, filled with a burning hunger that reflects the rage in Aegon’s heart. Starfyre follows him, her silvery wings brushing the stone walls as she moves with lethal grace, her pale blue undershine glowing like moonlight on water.

Rhaenyra tries to scramble back, pulling her son behind her, but she is chained, her movements futile. “No… please… not like this…”

The lords and ladies captured alongside her begin to cry out in terror as they realize what’s about to happen, but their voices are drowned out by the low, rumbling growl from Sunfyre. Aegon takes a step forward, his voice cold and resolute as he gives the command that seals his half-sister’s fate. “Dracarys.”

Sunfyre’s roar is deafening as flames erupt from his maw, engulfing Rhaenyra in a searing blaze. Her screams are short-lived, drowned in a cacophony of dragonfire and crackling flesh. Starfyre joins in, her breath cold and silver, mixing with Sunfyre’s golden flames in a mesmerizing yet horrifying display of raw power.

The smell of burning flesh and melting metal fills the air as the dragons tear into what remains of Rhaenyra, their jaws snapping and rending flesh. The lords and ladies bound beside her wail in despair, some of them collapsing to the floor as they are forced to watch the gruesome feast. Elinda Massey’s shrieks are especially piercing as she claws at her own eyes, unable to bear the sight.

But it isn’t over. Not yet.

Young Aegon, Rhaenyra’s last remaining son, stands paralyzed with terror, his small body trembling as he stares up at the dragons. You feel a pang of pity—he’s just a child, after all—but that pity is fleeting. This is the price of war, of ambition that knows no bounds. There can be no loose ends, no heirs to continue the cycle of bloodshed.

You turn your gaze away as Aegon gestures for the guards to push the boy toward the dragons. Sunfyre sniffs him, his nostrils flaring, but it’s Starfyre who moves first. She lowers her great head, her eyes glinting as she opens her jaws wide and snaps them shut around the child in one swift motion. There is no scream this time—just silence as she swallows him whole.

A hush falls over the throne room, broken only by the crackling of fire and the quiet sobbing of those left alive. Aegon turns to you, his expression unreadable, but you see the weariness in his eyes, the weight of everything that’s passed. “It’s done,” he says softly, and you feel the words settle like stones in your chest.

“Yes,” you whisper, your voice distant, “it’s done.”

The war may not be over, but this chapter has ended in blood and flame. You can only hope that, when the ashes settle, there will be something left to rebuild. Something more than this endless cycle of death.

But for now, all you can do is hold your children close and hope that the fire will fade, that peace will come in its wake—even if that peace is a fragile dream, trembling on the edge of a knife.

The sun is low in the sky as your carriage finally creaks to a halt outside the Red Keep. The city is cloaked in uneasy silence—no cheers greet your return, no banners wave in celebration. King’s Landing feels hollow, as if the ghosts of those lost in the war still linger in its streets. You step out first, the weight of the crown heavy on your brow. Aegon follows, his limp more pronounced after the long journey, yet he holds his head high, his expression a mask of stoic resolve. Your children, Daena and Baelon, cling close to you, their wide eyes taking in the somber scene as they disembark from the carriage.

Ahead of you, standing at the base of the steps leading up to the Red Keep, is your mother, Queen Alicent, her face drawn with lines of sorrow and weariness. Beside her is Helaena, her once-luminous eyes now dulled by grief and loss. They are the last remnants of your family, the survivors of a war that has cost you all more than you could have imagined.

Alicent's breath hitches when she sees you, her eyes scanning you and Aegon as if needing to assure herself that you are truly there, alive and whole. Tears glisten in her eyes, and she covers her mouth with trembling fingers as her composure shatters. “My children,” she whispers, and it is as though the weight of years collapses in those words—years of fear, of war, of loss. She hurries forward, her regal bearing breaking into a desperate, motherly rush as she throws her arms around you both, clutching you as if afraid you might vanish like so many others.

“Oh, my children,” she sobs, her voice cracking with emotion. “You’ve returned to me.”

Aegon wraps his arm around her, his scarred hand shaking as he holds his mother close. “We have, Mother,” he says softly, though there’s a hollowness to his tone. The joy that might have been there is tainted by the ghosts of those who aren’t here to share this moment. “But we return to ashes.”

Alicent pulls back slightly, looking at the both of you with tear-streaked cheeks. “I prayed for this day—prayed every night that you would survive, that you would come back to us.” Her eyes flit to the children—her grandchildren—and fresh tears spill over. “But at what cost? Daeron, Aemond—” Her voice breaks entirely, and she covers her face, unable to continue.

Aegon’s jaw tightens. You see the storm of guilt and grief flash across his features as he looks away, unable to meet her gaze. You reach out and grasp Alicent’s hand, squeezing it tightly as you fight to hold back your own tears. “We all bear the weight of those losses,” you say quietly. “But we are here now, and we are together. We must hold on to that, for their sake.” You glance down at Daena and Baelon, who watch their grandmother with wide eyes, not fully understanding the depth of the grief surrounding them.

Helaena, who has been standing silently, finally steps forward. Her movements are slow, almost ghostly, as if she is a shadow of the woman she once was. Her gaze lingers on Aegon for a long moment, searching his eyes, before drifting to you. “The dreams never lie,” she murmurs, her voice distant and laced with sorrow. “They all fade, in fire and blood.” Her words are eerie, a chilling echo of all that has transpired, but they carry a truth that cuts deep. Helaena’s prophecies have always carried an edge of tragedy, and now, you see the weight of them fully realized in her vacant stare.

Aegon steps toward her, gently taking her hands in his. “We’re still here, Helaena,” he says softly, though there is a break in his voice. “You, Y/N, me, Mother—we’re still here. We will rebuild, for their memory.”

She nods slowly, but you see no hope in her eyes, only resignation. “They dance no more,” she whispers, looking past you as if seeing something far beyond the physical realm.

Alicent wipes at her tears, her hands shaking as she does so. “Come inside, all of you,” she says, her voice thick with emotion. “You need rest, and there’s much to discuss. But first, let us be together as a family.”

You nod, though the word “family” feels strange on your tongue now. So much of it has been torn away—brothers, sisters, sons. Yet, you follow Alicent and Helaena up the steps, Aegon at your side, your children between you. Inside the Red Keep, the warmth of the hearth contrasts sharply with the chill that clings to your soul. The familiar halls seem both comforting and haunted, each shadow hiding memories of the past.

Alicent leads you to the council chamber, where a small, intimate table has been set, not for matters of state, but for a quiet meal. Servants flit about with anxious glances, aware of the tragedy that hangs in the air like a storm cloud. You all sit, and for a long moment, no one speaks. The silence is heavy, broken only by the crackle of the fire.

Aegon is the one who finally breaks it, lifting his cup. “To those we’ve lost,” he says, his voice hoarse, barely more than a whisper. “And to those who still remain.”

You lift your own cup, feeling the burn of unshed tears behind your eyes. “To those who remain,” you echo, and the words are a fragile hope, a thread of unity in a world torn apart by fire and blood.

As you drink, you feel a sense of finality settling over the room. The war is over. The Dance has ended. But you know, deep down, that the scars it has left—on your family, on your kingdom, on your very soul—will never truly heal.

The chamber is dimly lit by the soft glow of a few scattered candles, their flickering light casting something akin to ghots long forgotten on the walls. The room is familiar, yet it feels almost foreign after all the horrors you’ve endured—so much time lost to war and death, to bitterness and grief. But now, for the first time in what feels like ages, you’re alone with Aegon, away from the eyes of lords and courtiers, away from the weight of the crown and the ghosts of the past.

The door clicks shut behind you, sealing you both within the warmth of the chamber. Aegon pauses by the threshold, his hand still resting on the handle as he takes a deep breath, as if he’s trying to steady himself, to remember that he’s home. You watch him in the flickering candlelight, the lines of his face etched deeper from the burdens he’s carried, but he’s still the man you fell in love with, still the boy who smiled at you with mischief in his eyes.

He looks at you then, and the tension that’s been holding him rigid melts away. His gaze softens, filled with a longing that nearly breaks you. Without a word, he crosses the room and pulls you into his arms, burying his face in your hair as if he needs to feel you, to know you’re truly there. You wrap your arms around him, holding him tight, and for a moment, neither of you speak—there are no words for the relief, the overwhelming need to be close after so much time apart.

“I’ve missed this,” he murmurs into your hair, his voice rough and choked with emotion. “I’ve missed you. So much.”

You tilt your head back, meeting his gaze. His eyes are shadowed with pain and fatigue, but there’s a warmth there too, a flicker of the love that has always burned between you. “I never let myself forget,” you whisper, reaching up to trace the scar on his cheek, a mark from Rook’s Rest that he wears like a badge of survival. “Even in the darkest moments, I held onto us. I held onto you.”

Aegon’s hand comes up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing away a tear that slips free. “I don’t know how we did it,” he admits, his voice cracking. “But we’re here. We’ve made it through everything they threw at us, every nightmare. You were the light that kept me going, Y/N. You always have been.”

His words are like a balm to the ache in your heart, the wounds left by loss and betrayal. You lean into his touch, savoring the warmth of his palm against your skin, the familiarity of it. “We’ve lost so much,” you say softly, your voice trembling as memories of those you loved flash through your mind. “But we still have each other. As long as we have that, we can rebuild.”

Aegon’s lips quirk into a faint smile, though it’s tinged with sorrow. “You’re right. We still have each other. And I swear to you, Y/N, I’ll never let you go again. Never. We’ve been torn apart too many times, but that ends now. No more battles, no more wars. Just us.”

He bends down then, his forehead resting against yours as his hands cradle your face. “Promise me, Y/N,” he whispers, his breath warm against your lips. “Promise me we won’t let anything—or anyone—come between us ever again.”

You close the distance between you, capturing his lips in a kiss that’s tender but laced with a desperation that speaks of all the pain, the longing, the fear of losing one another. His hands slide to your waist, pulling you flush against him as he deepens the kiss, pouring everything he feels into it—his love, his regret, his need.

When you finally pull away, you’re both breathless, your heart pounding in your chest. “I promise,” you whisper against his lips. “No matter what comes, we face it as one. I won’t let you go either, Aegon. Not ever.”

The shadows in his eyes soften, replaced by a rare glimmer of peace as he rests his forehead against yours again. “Together, then. Always.”

The warmth between you grows as he slowly guides you toward the bed, the softness of the mattress beneath you a welcome comfort after all the cold, hard battles you’ve faced. He lays beside you, pulling you into his arms so that your bodies are entwined, your head resting against his chest as you listen to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers trail lazily through your hair, a touch that’s both soothing and intimate, grounding you in this moment.

You turn slightly in his embrace, pressing a kiss to the scarred skin of his chest, a reminder of how close you came to losing him. “You’re mine,” you murmur softly, your voice thick with emotion. “And I’m yours. No one will ever tear us apart again.”

His grip tightens around you, as if the very thought of losing you is unbearable. “I’ll spend the rest of my days proving that, Y/N,” he vows, his voice low and filled with a fierce protectiveness. “I’ll give you the peace we’ve been denied. We’ll raise our children, grow old together, just as we always dreamed.”

In the quiet of your shared chambers, there’s no need for crowns or titles, no need for anything but each other. The world outside is a distant memory as you close your eyes, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath your cheek, the warmth of his embrace wrapping around you like a protective shield. You let yourself drift in that moment, in the certainty that, no matter what comes, you and Aegon are what remains.

For now, there’s only peace, the kind you’ve fought so hard to find. And in the comfort of each other’s arms, you know that no matter how many battles you’ve fought, the war for your love is one you’ve already won.

From this moment, the histories diverge depending on which account one prefers to trust: the sober record of Grand Maester Orwyle, the poetic tales of Septon Eustace, or the salacious rumors spread by the fool Mushroom. Yet all agree on the most important details: the years following the Dance of the Dragons were marked not by further bloodshed, but by an unexpected peace.

The Golden Restoration

The reign of King Aegon II and Queen Y/N saw a return to stability in the realm, albeit built on a foundation of ash and charred bones. The devastation left by the war was undeniable, yet it was under their rule that the rebuilding of King's Landing began. With Dowager Queen Alicent and Princess Helaena ever at their sides, the royal family focused on mending what was broken, both in the capital and within their own hearts.

Many lords whispered that it was Y/N, the Silver Queen, who held the true power in those years. Aegon, scarred both inside and out by the horrors of the Dance, found solace and strength in his wife, who had proven herself his equal in fire and resolve. Together, they were inseparable. It was said that not a single important decision was made without their mutual consent, and that in private moments, they ruled as one, much like Sunfyre and Starfyre—mates in both life and flame.

Their children, Princess Daena and Prince Baelon, grew strong and healthy under the care of their parents and grandmother, Alicent. The two were doted upon, not merely as heirs but as symbols of the future—unbroken despite the tragedy that had marked their early years. As time passed, the bond between Daena and Baelon deepened, mirroring that of their parents. It was said that they were closer than most siblings, so close that when they were of age, they wed in the tradition of House Targaryen, cementing their bloodline and continuing the ancient customs of their house.

The Brood of Sunfyre and Starfyre

In the year 137 AC, three eggs were laid in the royal dragonpit—eggs said to be the offspring of Sunfyre and Starfyre, the twin flames that had seared Rhaenyra Targaryen from the earth. Two of these eggs hatched, producing dragons of extraordinary beauty: one with scales of pale gold streaked with silver, and the other shimmering with blue-tinged starlight. These dragons were gifted to Daena and Baelon on their wedding day, marking the start of a new generation of dragonlords, free from the taint of the Dance.

Yet even in this time of renewal, darkness lingered in the shadows. Helaena never recovered fully from the loss of her own children and her brother-husband, Aemond. She remained a distant figure, often lost in her dreams and visions. Some say she foresaw her own death, whispering of “faded light” and “withered roses” in her last days. When she passed away in her sleep in 139 AC, it was whispered by Mushroom that she had seen a final vision: a land where the dragons had turned to dust, and no kings ruled but the winds.

Dowager Queen Alicent outlived her daughter by a scant two years. Her grief had aged her beyond her years, and she spent her final days in prayer, seeking forgiveness for the bloodshed her ambitions had caused. In her final hours, she clutched the hands of Aegon and Y/N, begging them to remember the lesson learned in blood: that the pursuit of power, when unchecked, only breeds ruin. It was said that Y/N, ever compassionate, was the one who comforted Alicent in her last breath, whispering that peace had been found at last.

The Passing of the Dragon-King and Queen

The final years of Aegon and Y/N’s reign were marked by a quiet contentment. They ruled justly, often seen together in council or riding their dragons above the skies of King's Landing. The scars of war never fully faded, but together they created a realm that prospered. Yet even the most enduring fires must one day burn out.

In the year 151 AC, King Aegon II and Queen Y/N were found dead in their shared chambers, lying in each other's arms as if asleep. Some claim they had simply grown weary, their bodies giving out after years of bearing the weight of the crown. Others, more fanciful in their tales, whisper that they passed together in a moment of shared peace, their hearts giving out at the exact same instant. Mushroom claims that a vial of poison was found beside their bed, suggesting they chose to leave the world together, unwilling to face a life without the other.

When their bodies were discovered, Sunfyre and Starfyre howled in mourning, their roars shaking the very walls of the Red Keep. The dragons, who had never been separated, circled the skies together before landing side by side in the dragonpit, refusing to be parted. In a rare display of affection between beasts, they nuzzled one another and remained in that position until the end of their days.

The bodies of Aegon and Y/N were burned together on a single pyre, their ashes mingling in a final union. Their reign was remembered as the “Golden Twilight,” a time when, for a brief, shining moment, the Targaryens had found peace. But even in this, the seeds of future strife were sown—two children, two dragons, and the legacy of fire and blood that would never truly be quenched.

Thus ended the tale of King Aegon II and Queen Y/N, the last Targaryens to die in each other's arms, bound in life and in death by the fires they had endured and the love they refused to surrender.

[tourturestarradio]

𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

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Pairing: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji (more added later) x Mermaid reader!

Prompt: After your family jewels were stolen you were determined to get them back joining you closest friend Monkey D. Luffy on his adventure to become the king of the pirates.

Warnings: none, this follows the live action!!

Part 1

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𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 my brothers I swam around to find the secret room, my father was as usual out doing important man stuff whatever that was...I got to the door placing my hand on it, I wondered how my dad even got that purple glow. I focused hard onto the door, squeezing my eyes shut "work dang it!"

I focused as hard as I could a light blue glow formed around my hands causing the heavy door to seemingly unlocked, smiling widely I stared at hands "it worked!" I pushed open the door and saw a line of necklaces.

Mines being all the way at the end, I swam up to it looking at all our different necklace designs.

They all had the same gem stone they were just different colors. I ran my fingers across my necklace picking it up carefully.

I swam out of the room closing the door behind me, I quickly swam out of the house and up to the surface to where me and Luffy would hang out on the docks.

I slid the necklace on, I didn't feel any different whatsoever. I looked down at my tail and saw well, my tail. Not a single leg in sight, I rubbed the necklace "hm maybe it isn't magi-" I saw a light green spark "huh?" the water started to swirl around me light green sparks zapping around my tail.

I started to grow dizzy as the water spun me around, but oddly enough I felt my tail start to separate into two my flipper shrinking in size and my scales disappearing. I squeezed my eyes shut as the bubbles flared up into my face, I looked down as the bubbles stopped.

And I saw...legs! actual human legs!! I climbed onto the docks, I tried to stand up but my legs wobbled and I fell down "aha! I have legs!" I still had my fins but they were smaller and the webbing in between my fingers was gone and my normal (f/c) skin looked blotchy some patches of skin were a (s/c) while others were (f/c). My father had told me about it but I had time remembering what it was called.

It was similar to what humans experienced called vitiligo. 

I looked back down to my legs wiggling my toes, I tried standing up again, I stood up straight my legs wobbling "o-ok making progress..." I took a step forward and fell flat on my face "ow..."

"Oi, you need help...uh walking?" I looked up and saw one of shanks crew mates, had brown skin and a blonde afro, I nodded "aren't you Luffy's little pirate queen?" he asked, could feel my fins warm up "u-um yes" he tilts his head, he pulled me up to my feet holding the back of my dress.

Wait I had clothes? I had a swimsuit that looked like a dress, I held the back of the males pants stumbling trying to walk "right foot....then left foot...right foot then...left foot..." I mumbled, I wobbled with every step but hey! At least I was walking!

As we walked I saw so many different people! Big, small, short, tall, pretty, ugly, it was very exciting!

"Oi Luffy guess what fish grew legs!" I heard the taller male exclaim, I peeked from behind his leg I saw Luffy sitting down looking sad a few stitches under his eye. He tilted his head but his eyes lit up as he saw me standing I waved to him. He jumped down from his seat and ran over to me tackling me down into a hug.

"You have legs!" he smiles widely, I smiled back nodding "they're hard to use though..." Luffy held my hands "here i'll help you!" we both began walking I followed his walking pattern.

He had a cheeky grin on his face "see it's not so hard is it?" we walked around the small bar a green haired woman looking down at the two of us with a smile.

Letting go of me he exclaimed "hey wait look what I can do!" Lifting his arm the woman cut in "Luffy no." he frowned and dropped his arm. I rubbed his back "well m-maybe you could show me around?"

Luffy brightened up tremendously "yeah! come on let's go!" he tried to run off but I wasn't used to moving too quickly and toppled over on top of him "s-sorry!" my fins glowed as I stumbled off of him. He sat up his cheeks dusted light pink, but he still got up and held my hand helping me walk.

Eventually he let go of my hand "you should try it on your own!" I gulped "b-but what if I fall!"  "come on Y/n just try it!" I shakily let go of his hand steadying myself I muttered "right foot first...then left foot...right foot...left foot"

Luffy smiled "see you're doing it!" I continued to walk around "I think I got it!" Luffy hugged me tightly "yay! I knew you could do it!" I hugged back tightly.

They two's friendship grew as strong as a rip current, nothing could truly pull the two apart. Over time the mermaid would sneak back to the surface to hang out with her only friend.

Then she suddenly just disappeared for a few months, Luffy waited for her everyday, for hours but she just didn't show up which wasn't like her at all.

He thought she just decided not to return.

Suddenly she was back, saying she had to take care of a few things for a while. Oddly enough she wouldn't return home, she'd swim around for a while but then she'd just come back up on shore.

Whenever Luffy asked about it she'd get upset and change the topic so Luffy just didn't talk about it anymore.

Growing up Luffy's brown skin got lighter but he still had a tan, his hair stayed curly, but he grew taller.

But not taller than Y/n, she grew to about 5'10 pretty tall but all that height was from her tail, the longer your tail the taller you'd be if you had legs, so it's safe to say she wasn't done growing.

Y/n looked mostly the same apart from her hair growing longer, but she grew to be a real beauty. Most people were either looking at her face or her thighs.

Another fun fact about being a mermaid, it made your thighs thicker for some weird reason. Y/n was a tad bit embarrassed about it but Luffy had utterly zero problems with it.

He quote "love how squishy they are, and they are great to lay on" but she must keep a watchful eye out. On more than one occasion he bit her thighs because they reminded him of marshmallows.

The only thing Y/n hated about being on land was the fact that she had to wear clothes! In all the time she spent as a mermaid she only ever had to wear a bathing suit top, that's it!

Apart from that she didn't need to worry about pants or skirts or shorts! But she hated the feeling of any fabric rubbing up against her legs specifically her fins that were located on the sides of her calves.

Y/n would wear short skirts, or shorts, shirts weren't really a problem for a while until, her gills stretched out a bit on her neck so anything rubbing up on that made her uncomfortable.

So she wore tank tops or tube tops, no long sleeves because once again her fins got in the way.

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Speaking of the two somewhere far off in the east blue a boy with pink hair and round glasses cleaned the lower deck of a ship mildly annoyed when he heard a thumping noise and muffled voices.

"W-Wait don't move I think I can kick out the lid.."

He followed the voices to a barrel that was shaking around.

"Your legs are in the way"

"u-um Luffy can y-you move your hand"

"why? i'm only touching your thighs?"

"N-No you're n-not"

"hey look your fins are glowing!"

The pink haired boy cocked his head to the side slowly stepping closer to the now glowing barrel.

"o-ok watch your head I'm gonna kick the lid"

Just as the voice said, a hard thumping noise and suddenly the lid slammed off the top, he heard more shuffling and a head popped out, it was a boy with a straw hat.

The pink haired boy shouted and stumbled away, Luffy got out of the barrel, while Y/n pulled herself out, but not without knocking over the barrel causing her to fall over.

Crawling out Y/n dusted herself off fixing her necklace. She tried to stand at her full height but she smacked her head on the roof of the lower deck. "O-ow..." following the sound of Luffy's voice she saw him talking to a pink haired boy, he stared at her.

She smiled and waved at him, he loosely waved back. They both stopped when they heard low snoring "wait is that a sea beast?" he snickered, the boy shook his head "no it's just Alvida snoring. if you both want to get out of here it's now or never" the two followed the boy.

Peeking their head out from the lower deck Y/n, Luffy, and the boy made their way up top Y/n staying close to Luffy.

She glanced around them seeing the sleeping crew mates, the pink haired boy handed Luffy an oar as he was about to send both them off but Luffy turned "Y/n do you need-" he stopped when he accidentally smack the oar into the side of a pole causing it to ring out loudly.

Y/n panicked as the crew started to wake up, while Luffy didn't look fazed at all.

"What's going on?"

Walking up a woman most likely the captain looked at the three, her gaze stopping on the pink haired boy. "Koby what's this? you're betraying me now?" Koby stammered "n-no captain Alvida...let me explain-"

She looked over at Luffy "you're too short and scrawny to be Roronao Zoro." he smirked at her "I'm Monkey D. Luffy," she placed her white hat on "never heard of you." "well, remember that name because i'm gonna be king of the pirates."

Both her and her crew laughed, Y/n glared lightly at the woman. "You must be new around here boy. because who's the most powerful pirate on the seas?" she looked around hearing her crew mates yell out "Captain Alvida!" she looked at Koby who stood silently.

She raised a brow "I'm sorry I didn't hear you Koby? who's the most powerful pirate on the seas?" Koby gulped nervously Y/n gently pulled Koby behind her "h-he doesn't have to answer you." Y/n wanted to punch herself in the face for stuttering. Alvida looked her up and down.

Clicking her tongue she asked "who're you?" Luffy smiled over to his close friend, "I'm Y/n Angelfish and I'm gonna be Queen of the sea!" Alvida looked somewhat interested "Angelfish huh?...so there is still one of you left." Luffy looked mildly confused, but he spoke "Koby is his own man, right?" he looked at Koby "shut up,"

Alvida spoke again "no, no, no he's not. He's mine and he'll always be mine." Luffy chuckled and raised the oar up "that's not what he told me. he said you were mean, and cruel, and you're as dumb as a sea cow" poor boy was shaking like a leaf.

Alvida was fuming now she swung the spiked club at the three, they ducked down causing her to hit the side of a wooden banister.

She swung the club back around making the people around her back up seeing as she almost hit them. One of her crew mates pulled out a gun and shot Luffy but he only puffed his chest out and the bullet popped right on out.

Shocking everyone but Y/n.

"Woah that was fun."

Alvida looked confused "what kind of monster are you?" she asked swinging at him once again only for him to stretch his torso and evade her attack.

He smirked at her "the stretchy kind."

He reached his arm back stretching an abnormally long "Gum gum!" her swung his arm forward "Pistol!" punching Alvida right off the boat.

Y/n looked over the edge of the boat, "uh is she gonna be ok?" Luffy only shrugged and walked away muttering something about needing food for a few days. Y/n was going to follow him but suddenly got light headed, she gripped the side of the boat "u-uh Luffy..." he turned around.

Seeing how she wobbled he came to her side quickly "you forgot how to walk again?" he joked, Y/n let out a small dry chuckle "water..." she mumbled, Luffy nodded and helped her sit on the side of the boat while Koby watched in confusion.

That confusion changed to shock as he watched Luffy push the girl overboard. He ran over leaning over the edge "w-what did you do?!" Luffy kept his smile "don't worry she'll be okay. Trust me, now come on let go get some food."

Koby looked over the edge, he could have sworn he saw a faint green glow but it quickly disappeared. Luffy dragged him away "come on"

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A/n: hope you enjoyed!

[ywpd-translations]

Ride 763: The third year's start!!

Pag 2

1: Ten seconds until the start

Pag 3 /4

1: Let's run with everything we have!!

The last Inter High of the third year Sakamichi, start!!

Pag 5

1: Yeah!!

2: Let's go!!

3: Let's pour our whole guts into it!!

4: Yes!!

5: Let's go!!

6: Teh!!

Pag 6

1: The first day of the boy's Inter High competition in Fukuoka, starts now!!

It's here!!

Pag 7

1: All the cyclists are beginning to run, with the big bridge connecting Kyushu and Honshu through the Kanmon Straits in the back!!

Goo!

Waa, splendid!!

Do your best!!

Pag 8

1: The entrance of Kyushu, here from Moji city in Kitakyushu, going south, they'll fight for three days

Gooo

It's Sohoku!

Yeah!!

2: Waaaaa

The wind is so strong!

The cyclists are so close!

So fast!

Pag 9

1: Kumadai you can do it!

Fukuokaa!!

Their fight will unfold on the stage of Kyushu's nature!!

2: There are so many cyclists

Which team will win?

3: The one you need to pay attention to in the first place, is the one in the front with yellow jerseys

Pag 10

1: Chiba's representative, the two times in a row champion, Sohoku

The third year they call “Mountain King” took the top goal two years in a row!!

Huh... then it's decided already!!

2: Another one is the one with the blue jersey, Kanagawa's Hakone Academy

They were the team that kept winning before, and they're so strong they say that in that team “everyone is an ace”

Huuh... that's amazing too

Pag 11

1: Then there's Kyoto representative, with the purple jerseys, Kyoto Fushimi, who make the race unpredictable every time!!You can already feel their peculiar tenacity!!

They look scary

2: So those three!?

Well, yeah, but rumor has it that this year the mountain bike champion is participating, too

4: MTB!? The off-road one!?

That's right!!

5: And I guess the local Kyushu team won't keep quiet, and Hiroshima is strong too

There's a strong element of uncertainty in road racing

There are a lot of people, and the distance to cover and the time are long too

6: It's not the stronger one who always win

Huh

It's always been said that....

Pag 12

1: Until the finish line is crossed and the race is over, you never know what can happen during a road race!!

Pag 13

1: Hyoo... there's so many people, teh

2: They're all waving their hands, teh!!

Ahhh.... so many people, the scale is so different from the prefectural qualification, teh

3: What's wrong, newbie!! Hahaha

Ka-Kaburagi-san!!

4: It started

Huh!?

5: Finally, the Inter High!!

Pag 14

1: I'll show everyone here what I can do!! Take a look, newbie!!

2: This is the genius Kaburagi Issa's!! Super Special Strong-

3: Start Dash!!

Listen up, Rokudai

Yessir, teh

The red on the referee car means we can't surpass it

Pag 15

1: As long as that racket-like thing is red, this is a parade run

2: Until it gets turned round and becomes green, the race is in a neutral situation

Horuaaa

It means we have to run slowly and safely

3: There's no point in jumping ahead here

And if someone did that, he's just an idiot

Are you watching me, Aoyagi-san!! Haha

Teh... Aoyagi... san..

I'll surpass the care ahead of us!!

4: Once it becomes green, the speed will increase

Don't fall behind

5: Ye... yessir, teh!!

6: Hahaha I guess I left them behind of quite a lot

Waaa!? They're still right behind me!? Imaizumi-san, you're so fast!!

Choose a senpai to refer to

Ah.. huh... yessir, teh...

Pag 16

3: We've pretty much passed the residential area, teh

The parade will go on for a few more kilometers

4: Once we get on a wider road and can confirm it's safe, then there's the real start

Ohh

Pag 17

1: My first Inter High....

What on earth is it... the Inter High....

2: Ahh... my heart is pounding, teh...

Yeah, enjoy the scenery and the heart pounding while you still can

3: Teh!?

4: Once the race starts you won't have time to look at the scenery or take a breath

6: You- you have enough time to take a breath

Ro- Rokudai-kun

Don't bully the first year, Hotshot

7: Onoda-san!!

Pag 18

1: Only a little

3: Almost... none... the Inter High!!

I see... teh

Onoda-kun... you were even worst than Hotshot now..

Huh!?

The Inter H...igh sounds harsh

4: No, uhm

Uhm, it is

5: It's incredibly hard

It's so hard you could collapse

6: Your whole body falls apart and you can't even take a breath!!

Fall apart...!!

He's really putting the boot in...

Pag 19

1: But we run with all our strength

2: with everyone supporting each other

3: If we connect

Connect...

4: and we run until the end with all our might

7: When everything is over and we look back at it

Pag 20

1: We'll feel like it a really irreplaceable time

2: That difficult moment

Pag 21

1: When we were angry, frustrated, or when we smiled

We'll remember everything

2: Then, we'll think that we're happy we didn't give up

3: “Think”....

“Wish”....

4: That's....

Pag 22

1: That's the Inter High!!

3: If there are people who have “power” in their words

4: For me, it's this person

I've been thinking it since I've met him

5: Are you... in trouble?

Follow me

6: He usually seems unreliable when he talks, and there are times when he's awkward, but

… yes

Pag 23

1: His words always strike my core!!

Yessir!! Teh!!

That's right, Onoda-kun

You're right, Onoda

You can bet on it..!!

Yes!!

Pag 24

1: Thank you so much, teh

For bringing me, who didn't know anything, in such a brilliant and heart shaking world!!

Pag 25

1: Huh!? Everyone else too!! You were listening!?

Ah... uhm.. I was talking to Rokudai-kun...

2: Hahaha, we heard

3: And thanks to it, I'm all fired up!!

Don't get fired up more than this or you'll turn into ashes quickly

4: I-I'll run with everything I have, teh!!

5: So that you can fulfill

6: your dearest wish you told us about when we were coming here on the ship!!

Pag 26

1: “Dearest wish”

5: Yokosuka-Kokura ferry, off the coast of Kochi Prefecture

7: Well, the schedule after we arrive is roughly like this

Remember it yourself

Yes

Yes

Pag 27

1: Now if you get too excited you'll only get tired, and now it's okay to relax

Get a good night's sleep today, when you wake up tomorrow we'll go ashore

Yes!

2: Onoda, you want to say anything?

Huh!?

5: Let's... let's do our best

6: Yessir!!

Yes!!

On!!

7: Good night

Good night!!

8: Can I ask one last thing?

Pag 28

1: Earlier, Naruko-san said that our objective for this Inter High is to get our “third consecutive victory”

To be on par with Hakogaku, who is the only team to ever win three times in a row in the history of the Inter High

4: I agree, I also think we have to do it

But I there's one thing I'm curious about, and I don't think it's been asked yet

5: Onoda-san, what's your objective this year?

What are you running in the Inter High for?

[emerald-cloud23]

Genuinely hate what they did with the Serpentine Lore in s4 if I can be honest and ramble my frustrations here? (I go and talk about other Serpentine too)

The Anacondrai, both the dead tribe and the cultists, have very obviously a different shade of purple scales and a severe lack of black/yellow markings and crystals that Pythor has as well as the very different neck and head shape which are all very valid reasons to be disappointed in their designs, I am too. But it gets worse.

S1 shows us how Scales became the Hypnobrai general- he got different markings, got a tail and was the only one who held the staff. There was a second in command (which was Scales' previous rank in the tribe) and each member of the tribe that wasn't the general had legs. Plus, there's about four to five different designs per tribe (depends if you count the leader/general with their clearly shown special markings and tail). There is only one general per tribe.

The s4 Anacondrai lack all of that. All of them have a tail, even Garmadon and Skylor recieve snake tails despite clearly not being the Anacondrai general. This season mentions there's multiple generals in the Anacondrai tribe, yet we're only shown Anacondrai with the tail. Not a single one with legs or distinct designs. The lack of a resemblance to Pythor's markings, colors and head/neck shape is enraging enough but the absolute lack of diversity in their designs is so painful to watch as someone who literally has a degree in media design. They make it look like Pythor, even pre-bleach, like a completely different type of Serpentine while all the others are the same bland carbon copies of each other. They're literally my least favorite tribe because of this and I don't even have any Serpentine minifigures yet (except Crystalized Aspheera, but I'm getting to her later anyway) but even if I did, I wouldn't want to display them. I'd willingly display any Serpentine tribe except the Anacondrai. And that's saying something for someone who finds the designs of the Vermillion reminiscent of guts and thus dislikes them.

On the topic of the Vermillion, why not briefly discuss why there's not a single one of those with a Serpentine tail? Easy: they're the tiny baby snakes that just somehow through Ninjago logic can form human-sized Serpentine that can talk and do everything perfectly. They're basically just the little baby snakes though, and last I checked babies can't take over leadership positions.

Now, a brief look at Aspheera because people don't like that she has the ghost tail in sets instead of the Serpentine tail. And that's also really easy to answer: she's not a general, she's a sorceress. Not a general. Yes, she has a tail in the show but she has a completely different rank from the other Hypnobrai of her time that we know of (btw, I love that Char is in the flashbacks with her (except when she frees Wu and Garmadon), that's so cute imo). Speaking of Hypnobrai, did you pay attention to her in the flashbacks vs. her when she's released from the pyramid? When she's young she has Hypnobrai markings on her head but when she is free she doesn't. Why? I'd say it's like the earlier mention of markings, like how the general has their own distinct markings for whoever takes that spot & that exiled Serpentine (remember, she was to be magically entombed for her crime of overthrowing the king) just lose their markings altogether so you can easier identify those that are no longer a part of the tribe. There, problem solved. And for the question on how she could absorb fire and crystal powers? Simple: sorceress. She ccould've probably used Nya's water in crystalized too, if not for the New Ninja and police coming to lock the ninja up.

Also.. The pyro vipers? They're mummies. I assume they've been long dead even before Aspheera and the pyramids lava 'ignited'/revived them. I've no guess what tribe they could've been from but I definitely doubt that it would be a fire-related one. However, the Hypnobrai evolved physically and changed into the type that we've known since 2012 some time after Aspheera got locked in the pyramid. I also like that we got to see the Hypnobrai no longer being purely blue/grey with some yellow but that there's also some pink and purple ones now. That is, what I would say, a result of the four Serpentine tribes being locked under Ninjago city and uniting in more ways than just "we're all friends now".

[reagomyeggo]

a sheet i made for my new asoiaf dragon, freilyr !

also known as the frost giant, freilyr is large but lithe and elegant in appearance. platinum-white scales shimmer with a blue iridescence, her frills/fins holding a light lavender color and her back accented with a sable in the same shade. her wings are striped lightly with a purple pattern. her eyes are a stunning sapphire blue. her flames are shock white with fire-orange tips.

she-dragon of queen daemyra targaryen, she is often found flying over the city of kings landing with her rider. the two are often accompanied by the queen consort venya velaryon and her dragon, bruunaxes, who is freilyr’s bonded partner.

freilyr is built moreso for speed and agility than brute force, but has no issues fending for or hunting for herself.

(yes, the lesbian queens have lesbian dragons bc who am i if its not sapphic in every way possible. also, in this universe the houses are not related at all, no inc*st thx)

layout of the sheet inspired by siosin_ on instagram

[dangerousconnoisseurdonut]

Tagged by @nsfwitchy2 who doesn't like long posts cluttering up her dash, and has asked mutuals to start new threads to save her dash (yes, I remember you asking that).

Last Song: Thank You For Being a Friend by Andrew Gold

Fave Color: For me, I have a number of favourite shades of colours as I love sea foam green and amethyst purple, but I guess blue is my favourite since I have yet to find a shade of blue I don't like.

Last Book: Night Shift by Stephen King

Last Movie: Tarantula from 1955 - I was half frozen from my shift at work and wanted to watch a desert movie.

Last Show: Star Trek Deep Space Nine

Sweet/Spicy/Savory: I like spice, but not too much as I can't handle it (East Side Mario's arrabiata sauce - delicious but mondo spicy!), and same for sweet as I hate super sweet things but love 60% dark chocolate.

Relationship Status: Single ✌️💞

Last Things I Googled: The difference between Dyspraxia and Autism - I'm writing a fic that deals with a de-aged, pre-augmentation Julian Bashir and want to make sure he's neurodivergent without being as helpless as his douche canoe parents made him out to be.

Current Obsession:

Reading about characters like him and Spencer Reid has led me to the hypothesis that I might be on the autism scale myself, though I have also heard that Bruce Wayne from Gotham appeared autistic as well and, if someone could explain how to me, that would be awesome since I see neurodivergent people as normal since they act like me. :)

Looking Forward To: Getting paid is always good, but I'm looking forward to @happyanimeposts updating their stories as Life in the Mirror is so enjoyable and hoping their muse returns for Cultural Exchange as I want to see Julian further bloom with the Vulcans.

Now for tagging!

@happyanimeposts @phoenixfeathersinfall @persephoneblck @walkingstackofbooks @nostalgic90s @cannibalgh0st @satansvoluptuousthighs @tashas-cauldron-of-magic-soup @antagonistic-sunsetgirl

Have fun guys! I have no problem with you adding to my posts so knock yourselves out!

[jazzcat247]

Hey king cobra and dough cookie. This question is for both of ya since I kinda wanna hear both sides of two stories:

1. How did you two meet?

2. How did you become a couple? Because ngl you two look cute together!

I really try, Doughy. But with all the political scandals roaming around the grapevine, I just don't understand why such darling cookie's surround themselves with fighting, and brawling, and-!

Meep-!

Ooooh dear....

Pardon my rudeness, Gingy! Doughy & I were just, ahh- Reminiscing! Yes, reminiscing on old times~!

Reminiscing...? You mean you guys.... Used to fight in an arena?

w-Well.... yes! Believe it or not, these two emphatic exotics before you were once rambunctious fighters of our very own Colosseum! But when I met Dough Cookie, I knew I couldn't bear to fight another soul in the ring. So we packed up our things & left, aiming to make a new life for ourselves in a whirlwind romance~!(Right, Doughy?)

MmHmM!

Huh.... Soooo, you guys aren't big fans of the arena's cuz of your love story?

Aww, man. That's too bad.... Purple Yam Cookie said you too could be real cool fighters if you "Stopped acting all lovey-dovey." Heh, but I guess you guys aren't dropping that anytime soon aren't ya?

Hmph, certainly not Gingy! Now run along home now.... Oh, and have a Merry Christmas!

YeAh, MeRrY cHrIstMas...!

Heh, Merry Christmas King Cobra! You too, Dough!

(Warning: Mentions of fighting rings, Objectification, and Ab*se)

Ladies and Gentleman! Cookies of every rarity! Witness the majesty of the Toybox Witch's menagerie of half-breads, freaks, and abominations! Place your bets on our two highest contending fighters as they finally battle to the crumbling end!

On the left, we have the scaled, the smoking, and the sensual King Cobra Cookie! Onlookers are told not to stare too long at this boxum beast, for any who lay eyes upon him or his hideous haired cohorts shall be frozen to stone.... Though, he is said to fight quite well when you gaze upon his bountiful body, though it may give you a fright! You may even garner good luck if you can map out the brand mark on his backside!

On the right, we have the Hideous Dough Cookie! Crafted from our great witch herself, is he truly cookie? Is he truly cake? We may never know! He may not be as entrancing to look at compared to our viper king, but be warned: his lucid state is the only way to keep him from ripping apart any who get too close! Behind that slothful, oafish facade, he is a cold-blooded crumbler!

Place your bets ladies and gentleman! Do you think our Succulent King of the Snake Charmers will win or perhaps will the Crazed Amalgamation of Dough have his next meal? Whoever wins will have another jewel embedded into their collection, all rewarded after conquering previous, now crumbled adversaries!

[violentdelightshavevioletends]

Onyx Storm Chapter 63 Analysis & Theories. (because I must know what it all means & what happened, so here’s my fresh out the final chapters thoughts… this is of course FULL of MAJOR book SPOILERS): Part 1

*Orange equals book highlights, Purple equals good/important quotes, Pink equals my notes.*

Bodhi’s in trouble. —Where did Bodhi go off to… if he’s missing could he be the one that goes with Xaden?— I grit my teeth. He doesn't get it. If we lose both him and Riorson, Tyrrendor falls to whomever the king appoints. I'd rather die than see a Navarrian aristocrat on the burned throne Mom and Katrina died defending. —Is it that Bodhi truly wants nothing to do with the throne… is that the confusion that leads to him going with Xaden?— The flame of perpetual rage that lives in my chest burns hotter. Fuck that horde. Fuck the venin who ride them. Fuck that unholy vortex of a tornado at the end of the northern field, —yes I kept a map of where everyone was— and fuck the orders to stay grounded in these winds. We're not losing Bodhi. —Rebecca this better be true— There are still too many wyvern despite the inhuman amount Sorrengail just dispatched, and where the fuck is Riorson? —Where did he and Sgaeyl go off to? Were they already kidnapped?— He'd better be helping in the northeastern tower, —that damned tower— because I haven't seen a trace of a shadow in the last twenty minutes. "Cruth reports we did not bring a sufficient supply," Glane warns, relaying Quinn's message from the armory in the turret below. Godsdamn it. "We brought two cases!" Enough to start a war within our own kingdom, considering Riorson has been withholding our forge's weapons from King Tauri. —Was there a side mission here for the daggers? Was that among the reasons Xaden would not trade them?— "Nuirlach says they've sent for more." She doesn't sound hopeful. "From four hours away? How—" —Oh shit. Felix knows about Garrick. Gods, he has to be nearing burnout at this point. —Garrick is the one jumping… and Garrick will be burnt out… and maybe have to draw from something else; my bet is him or Bodhi— "Then we hold out and pray Sorrengail can stop that fucking storm." —Which she cannot… especially because “the storm” becomes Xaden— Blue fire —that’s not the weird Liam signet right? That’s just Wyvern fire?— engulfs Cuir from snout to horns, and Bodhi ducks his head as the remnants of flame roll down Cuir's —remember how this book told us which dragon is which? I think this is why… it’s telling us who’s in trouble and who’s not— neck, extinguishing to smoke before they reach him. I inhale swiftly to dispel the sudden tightness in my chest. That was way too damned close.

"You are to defend the tower from the walls with the wingleader," —They don’t mean Xaden… damn— Glane relays with a disagreeing snarl, banking left for a parallel approach. "Great. Get me on the wall, now." The dark wielders are less than thirty feet from the door of the turret, and the two remaining guards in the cross-bolt launch platform above look ready to flee. Damn it. They were supposed to be safe. No one was supposed to know, but the purposeful strides of those dark wielders prove they know what's happening in that tower. —WHAT IS HAPPENING IN THAT TOWER?!— "Your death would annoy me." Glane slows just enough so I'll survive and extends her foreleg as she flies along the northern wall. "Same." I race down the scales of her unwounded leg. —the injury count got too high— Commotion erupts from the base of the tower, but I focus on the dark wielder and the staff he carries in his right hand. "There evacuating the weapons on foot," Glane says. Good. My lungs burn, but I breathe a little easier. Quinn will be safe. Another set of footsteps joins mine, and a flash of metal sparks in the corner of my eye. Aetos catches up on my right, half his face drenched in blood, —What’s up with Dain… where has he been?.. we need a Molly Weasley moment esp. with the upcoming ending— bearing his own dagger and a shield half his size. Shit. That's not good. I channel my rage, rejecting any notion of fear, and draw one of my alloy-hilted daggers from the sheath at my arm in preparation to strike. We're almost there—The dark wielder pivots, whipping to face us with an unnatural speed even I can't match, and swings his staff in our direction. Fire erupts, barreling toward us in a deadly stream, and I weigh our options for all of a millisecond as we skid to a halt. It hits? We die. Jump? We die. "You will not burn!" Glane demands. Fuck, I really didn't want to have to do this, but I mentally open the door to my childhood home and flood my body with her power. —I know the door is just a place… however to me it almost sounds like somewhere she intentionally does not go… does she have a second signet? Is that how she survives this?— "Get—" Aetos starts to yell. "Get behind me!" I shout, ripping the shield from his grip. His eyes flare wide, and he lets go. We have seconds, so I flip the shield, then slam its flat top between the row of stones at our feet and drop behind it, keeping my hand on the leather strap. Aetos jumps behind me as power rushes into my fingers so quickly I clench my teeth to keep from screaming. Heat surrounds us and the leather hardens in my grip as the shield turns to stone. —Imogen is fast, and can erase memories… that is the powers we know of… what is missing here?— Fire roars, blazes, flows around us. We are the rock in the river, demanding the water part. The heat dissipates as the blast ends, and Aetos dives to the left and throws. An alloy-hilted dagger sails from his hand and I rise, clutching my own. The dark wielder's expression of shock remains permanent as he desiccates —see end chapter people; it wasn’t ALL Xaden!— a few feet away and falls off the wall. One down, but the guards are missing from the top of the turret, and I see a flash of purple disappear into the tower. Worse, another dressed in crimson strides along the eastern wall. Aetos jumps to his feet and draws his remaining dagger. "I'll take that one. You get the one in the tower. "And we're going to talk about whatever the fuck that just was later," —Whatever it was is big enough to be added to the “list of things Dain will talk about later” which is primarily second signets— he shouts over his shoulder, but l've already passed him, using lesser magic to boost my speed. —So, lesser magic is the speed booster… meaning room for a second signet—

I stare at the other side of the staircase, locked in the memory, watching as the stones begin to pale, then lose their color one by one, each loss higher than the last. —Is this Xadens channeling moment from another view point in time— My heart somehow continues to beat, marking what I used to think of as time, and color disappears from the stones in the bend beneath us so gradually that I can't help but wonder if Quinn simply took the color with her. "Quinn!" someone bellows from above, and footsteps thunder. —but no lightening— "Where are you? We have to go—"

I notice the circles beneath his beautiful eyes, the unusual pallor of his complexion. —He’s Venin isn’t he…— He's exhausted, and for the first time in my life, I don't care that he's seeing me at my weakest, because he's right there, too. My chin tips in a nod. "All right." He moves quickly to the step beneath us, kicking something out of the way —what?— and gathering both of us into his arms. I lock mine around Quinn so she doesn't slip as we're lifted off the floor, and the landing beneath us loses its color. "Let's get you out of here." He takes a single step. Heat and light force my eyes shut as my stomach careens. When I open them, we're somewhere else. Rain falls through an open doorway, and the scent of smoke and sulfur fills my lungs. —a forges flame?—

"Are you weaving?" he asks Trissa. "We're starting." Her gaze darts over me. —more of those runes?.. did they plan the forge? How did they know Andarna would show… what other Irid came?— "They'll be weak until we can bolster with more power, but they're our best shot." "It's still not enough." —he seems like Xaden did last book— Garrick's head hangs as he stands. "I can't..." —until he does doesn’t he… dammit it’s Garrick— He sighs and strides through the door. I obey the simple instinct to follow, shoving myself to my feet and forcing my body to move. There's a battle. We're in a war. Malek might claim more lives. —I do not like this foreshadowing— I follow him past the little room where Felix works beside cases of alloy-hilted daggers, all imbued, all humming with power. Then I step outside into the rain and stare. Cruth sails through the sky and takes a wyvern straight to the ground. Bodhi is on his hands and knees across the town square, retching. —What happened to Bodhi? Is he on his hands and knees draining or what?— If dark wielders are draining the city walls, we're next. —Xaden didn’t… even as the ultimate dark wielder cause shadow Venin— "Where are you going?" —GOOD QUESTION— I shout at Garrick's back. "I can't walk again. Even if I made it to Aretia, I'd never be strong enough to get back," —either he’s lost… — he calls over his shoulder. "So, I'd better find some fucking way to do something." —… or he found the way… as Venin—

I unsheathe my last alloy-hilted dagger and stare up at the wyvern-filled sky. Then I make my way back inside, slip Quinn's last dagger from her thigh sheath, and reach for Glane. "Tell every rider within the walls to get over here and disarm. —why would they disarm???— It's the only way we're living through this." Outside, the sky darkens further. —Is that Xaden?— Sorrengail better take their leader all the way the fuck out, or this will all have been for nothing. —all of WHAT?!—

[baylikeselephants]

Just finished Iron Flame (I know I’m behind) but here are my notes I took throughout the book.

Also would like to say I CALLED IT with Andarna

Iron Flame

Chapter 1

* Again like in book 1 tairn says “for now” about Xaden being the most powerful… interesting

* Go off girl you tell them you ain’t gonna be talked about

Chapter 2

* okay so first Violet thinks Naolin was something more to Brennen….

* But tairn won’t so much talk about him. He did turn venin taking in too much to save Brennen yeah?

* My sister made sure I saw the rune shaped scar on Brennen’s hand. That’s basically confirming to me that Naolin turned venin and that he did so and saved Brennen and now Brennen is marked to kind of signify that Brennen is his and he can do what he wants with him (like a wyren)

* Ooo a wardstone? That’ll come in handy

* Sgaeyl doesn’t like Brennen. Shit shit shit

* Andarna!!!! She’s got black scales (for now??) that look kind of purple? She won’t be one of the traditional colors will she?

* The delulu!!! “Mom won’t kill me” says Violet. Bitch that lady kill you for a sammich

Chapter 3

* 99% sure we can’t trust Dain????? Seriously Violet?

Chapter 4

* Dun dun dunnnn

Chapter 5

* I hate this bitch (Dain’s dad)

Chapter 6

* “And miss all the drama” andarna my sweet child 🤣

Chapter 7

* Ridoc “no one wants my genuine reactions” I fucking do bro

* Oh yes we’re back on the “just a reminder Jack is very very dead” no the hell he’s not you shut your face

* Go off girl you get those books and shit I dunno

Chapter 8

* Varrish is friends with Dain’s stupid dad. Great.

* THE KING’S SON? Aight then. Go off I guess.

* Annnnd Liam’s sister. Got it

* Solas. We hate him. Also he’s an orange.. we haven’t (I don’t think) met an orange we didn’t end up hating their rider

* Tairn go baby! Woot woot chomp him chomp chomp

Chapter 9

* Poor Violet. I fear the nightmares will only get worse

* Well she’s dead

Chapter 10

* Okay the big kid is venin too got it. And sent by dick heads dad

* “Watch me” lol Xaden

* He wrote her a letteerrrr lol

Chapter 11

* Mira was reassigned to Athebyne?? Of course

* Eat him tairn

* Damn he didn’t eat him

* Yeah yeah yeah I do wanna know if it’s a coincidence or not that she bonded a feather tail after her dads work on the book about them

* The bitch searched her

* Lmao but not tairn

Chapter 13

* The bitch. Both of them. Carr AND Varrish

* She got got

* Hopefully by the torture people and not by someone trying to kill her

Chapter 14

* okay good

* Okay bad

* Jack fucking Barlowe’s dragon. Great.

* Dead

Chapter 15

* I like Rhi a lot….. that means she’s gunna die

Chapter 16

* Jesinia is also toast isn’t she

* Hehehe she got sloane to train. Go off girl

* Stupid varrish. He can suck a dick

Chapter 17

* But I like Jesinia 😭

Chapter 18

* They fighttttin

* Nolon says he’s healing a soul? Maybe? Maybe not?

* Oh. Is he trying to heal a soul?? Like venin… maybe a particular bastard Jack Barlowe?

Chapter 19

* Have I said that I hate Varrish and his stupid motherfucking dragon

* I love that tairn is literally making Varrish beg for forgiveness but by gods this is going to come back to bite Violet in the ass I’m certain

* At least she kind of talked to Rhi

* Stupid motherfucking asshat

Chapter 20

* Lmao “Uhg let’s go throw knives at shit” is the most Mira thing

* Why would ya tell Mira you crazy lady. That’s gunna backfire. I feel strongly we shouldn’t trust one of the siblings so I’m choosing to trust neither

Chapter 21

* Kill Dain. Hate him.

* I really don’t think I believe him.

* I do about her mom though. That lady is a bitch and Violet is stupid for not believing him

* I thought he knew!!!!! Aaric to the rescue!

Chapter 22

* The fucking torture shit

Chapter 23

* Stupid bastard Dain and stupid bastard Varrish

Chapter 24

* the knives unlock the door

* Nice

Chapter 25

* why did a scribe walk by?

* Caroline? Wait she’s only mentioned with Jack barlowe yeah? Oh boy

* Annnnnnd now she’s running out after the whole leaflet thingy

* Devera pockets hers… is she part of the revolution then? I know that’s a long shot but why keep it?

* Annnd there’s Jack. Got it… yay….

Chapter 26

* Xaden is hurt

Chapter 27

* Rondezvous? Hm. Not dangerous I’m sure

Chapter 28

* His ex, Cat?

* Yes

Chapter 29

* Oh good grief

* Get the dagger Rhi

* She got it phew

* Girl you stupid I mean probably not but like a little

Chapter 30

* okay look I know violet isn’t gay but Rhi is and she got a thing for Violet

* Annnndddd there’s a sub level vault

* Jack didn’t get healed (see: he is venin) he just got masked

* Bye bye Eya

* Huh

Chapter 31

* Jack? Okay then.

* A prince who hates his father lol

Chapter 32

* Yeah okay. Xaden killed Aaric’s brother. That checks

* Sneaky sneaky

Chapter 33

* Aaric is bold

* Phew that was close

* Those better be the damn books though. I’m worried they are not

* I feel like Varrish will be waiting on them or something when they get back

Chapter 34

* Uhg stupid Bodhi. Why did you say “well that was blissfully uneventful” you dumbass. Now shit for real for real about to hit the fan

* Bastard Nolon. Why would you take anything from ANYONE right now. Don’t drink that shit

Chapter 35

* I hate Nolon. I knew I hated Nolon. Because he “revived” Jack but uhggggg

* Don’t answer shit Vi

* Liam! Hi buddy

* Haha. Tairn is hunting Solas.

* Stupid Dain. I hate this bastard too

* This is stupid but is he going to try to get her out? Probably not right?

* Well damn if he didn’t do it

* Varrish is dead? Here’s hoping. He did get killed with the venin killing knife

Chapter 36

* show them all!!! Bitches

* andarna is black? That’s not her final color though is it?

* Hehe. You needed dragons right

Chapter 37

* Okay so these nightmares… do we know that it’s not kind of real? Like-hear me out- the venin, in this case the sage, when powerful enough can project into people’s subconscious and haunt them

* Dirty dirty

* Oh no

* “We’re all that’s left of the squad that fought at Resson” usually is followed by another one of them dying

* Tell ‘em Xaden

* ANDARNA!!!! This isn’t a bad thing right……..

Chapter 38

* SHE WILL TOO BEAR A RIDER 😭 SHE HAS TO

* I love andarna lol

* MIRA? This bitch better be joining or I’m fixin to throw hands

* She’s gunna kill Brennan

* Or punch him lol he kinda deserved it though so

Chapter 39

* I just am in love with the fact that she hasn’t seen this bitch in years and POW punches him in the face

* Go off Vi

* I don’t know if they’re gunna have wards though. This feels too easy

* Thought so..

* wait iron rain…? Do they have blood moons in this world? Rain under a blood moon would be iron rain

* Oh boy Vi. I would say calm down girl but ya know

Chapter 40

* Xaden is there lol he’s gunna kill her

Chapter 41

* CAT IS HIS NIECE 🤣 I’m dead

* I know Violet isn’t gay but my god she is gay coded. “…shows her elegant figure to its best advantage…” bitch you gay

* I was literally about to say this bitch sounds like Dain

* No but yeah why didn’t violets shields block out Cat?

* Fuck.

Chapter 42

* It’s a shame Xaden didn’t kill him. But violet is correct. Then they wouldn’t have answers

* Brennan. Babes. No hontey. Why we gonna arm these bitches

Chapter 43

* Don’t die lols

* Tairn is so sassy. He really said bitch you didn’t bond a little house cat you bonded a mother fuckin lion

* Tairn says “kill us” he doesn’t think he’ll survive another rider (aka violet) dying. I don’t think I’d heard that from him yet. Like I knew that he was ~unlikely~ to survive but I didn’t know he would admit it

* Awwww a babyyyyyyy

* Lu is gunna die isn’t she. Damn this stupid arrow thingy

* Or ridoc. Ya know whatever. It’s not like I’m attached to any of these characters REBECCA.

Chapter 44

* at least ridoc is okay Brennan got there

* Everybody knows within the area… including the venin

* Right. Great.

Chapter 45

* Good babes. We don’t trust Jack.

* Reddish sheen to andarna’s scales???? Hm interesting

* Runesssssssss

Chapter 46

* AHA. I knew the knives unlocked the door and it had to do with the runes

* Hmmm interesting. So the rune to protect the marked ones was designed to counter the signet of the rider whose dragon would kill them. So melgren’s dragon killed them and the relics do provide the hiding from him thus countering the signet.

* Xaden trained cat too. Yippee

Chapter 47

* should’ve killed her

Chapter 48

* Xaden has a way with words but like in a respectful kind way not a demeaning “I’m better than you” way

Chapter 49

* Hehe

* Dain. Still don’t trust him fully

Chapter 50

* Oh yippee…… here they come

Chapter 51

* Oh well I feel stupid. The translation is iron ~flame~ not iron ~rain~ so what could that mean…. I got nothing for this one

* Oh the dragons lol not the people I would’ve gotten there eventually I promise

* Girl no. Why you gotta say shit like that. Why shouldn’t we raise the damn wards (other than they don’t work but she don’t know that)

Chapter 52

* Rhi is the best

* Treason. Again. How fresh. It’s not like this always leads to trouble

* This is a prophecy not an empty threat. I think the stupid sage is coming into her mind (see: Naolin isn’t dead and is venin and still connected to Tairn and thus Violet) and telling her what will happen. I expect by the end of this book.

* The “let’s go” is giving Shania Twain lol

Chapter 53

* “We don’t eat our allies” lol little buddy poor andrana

* Uh… why is there a breeze?? Am I reading too much into that?

* And now gravity shifts!!? No no no

* TYPICAL. SHOULDVE KILLED THAT BITCH SOLAS TOO

Chapter 54

* Bitch you hurt andarna you fixin to die today whore

* Go for his other eye lol

* She is as Naolin was???? Uh. Okay a siphon sure but Tairn tends to mean things in multiple ways that we don’t always get the first read though so this comment scares me

* Uh yes bitch we’re ready to hear about the deal with her mom

Chapter 55

* Damn wyvern

Chapter 56

* No but for real why wouldn’t they go ahead and power that wardstone?

* Tairn 😭 “she now suffers with a burden that should have been mine”

* Did Xaden just loose control there for a second?

* I wondered if it was related to intentions. Particularly because of the scene with Dain. No way Xaden let him live without knowing his intentions

* Obviously this isn’t the end of it right but yay the wards work!

* Okay the wards kind of work

Chapter 57

* This bitch I swear. He just got here and I hate him (melgren)

* Yes babes dark wielders have runes omg keep up girl

* Stupid runes

* Also just the fact that Brennan pulled a “YOU THOUGHT BITCH” on his own mother

Chapter 58

* If they’ve been sitting there…. It’s not.. it’s some kind of trap…

* Yeah.. well back to where it all started I reckon

Chapter 59

* Of course Brennan won’t go. Bastard

* Andarna baby I swear to god

* Nolon. The bitch. Kill him

* Of course it’s Baide

* Bye bye Baide

Chapter 60

* For once I guess Dain is okay

* Also. Why the fuck. The actual ever loving fuck. Would you keep that bitch alive

* Agree Vi, mistake to leave the stone and after all Violet has done you’d think her mom might consider her daughter’s opinion for more than two seconds

* YAY! Brennan (the bastard) can mend the wardstone (I hope)

Chapter 61

* “no one dies today” bitch. I think they do

* “I am the storm” yeah ya are bitch let’s go

* But for real someone is about to die aren’t they

* Hehe sgaeyl. Hey bestie

* Rhi said bitch I dare you

Chapter 62

* Not the “good maybe you’ll stay in it”

* Why not hopeful…? What won’t Marbh say

* Typical andarna. Like no chance our girl was sitting on the sidelines watching the whole damn thing obviously

Chapter 63

* “That wasn’t hiding” uh.. what’s that mean vi

* THE SEVENTH DRAGON IS ANDARNA BECAUSE SHES NOT GUNNA FIT INTO ONE OF THE TYPICAL DENS THANK YOU VERY MUCH???

Chapter 64

* She just looked a dragon in the face and called his bastard ass out. Alrighty girlie. Go off

* It is because he knows she’s destined for something greater. That’s why he didn’t kill her

* PURPLE!!! HA

* Okay then… bye bye mom….

Chapter 65

* oh no no no. No cheering. I get it wasn’t easy but babes that was too easy

* Told you Xaden would be venin at some point

Chapter 66

* Okay look. Of all people who are gunna know it won’t be Jack barlowe will it???

General

* if Jack isn’t dead and is venin (because how else would he survive that) did his dragon break the bond with him or is he venin with a fucking dragon

* Wait— if Jack is venin then the wards don’t work like they think they do. Because either venin can get through them or they can be “born” in them.

* Not once… not one single time does Brennen or tairn say that naolin is dead. I feel confident he’s alive and venin

* Wait wait wait… does Violet know what Naolin looks like? I think so.. but would she recognize him if he turned venin? Was he the teacher person thingy at Resson?

* Okay.. okay hear me out. I think andarna is going to be one of two things… either she will be purple orrrr with violet’s comment about her looking green but the blowing it off like it was reflective of the grass. So my other thought is that she’s like… a chameleon? And can adjust her color based on what is needed

* BABES. So Melgren (spl?) can’t see groups of the marked ones right? But why? Here’s my thoughts—my first thought was that is was somebody’s signet, but Sarah said no lol. So my second thought, are the dragons masking them? Are they able to do that? Ooo but also what about this— is it in the tattoos? Like the tattoos have runes in them and they are greater in numbers and blah blah blah. The marked ones have to know how it works. Yeah I like the tattoo idea best right now. Because the marked ones can’t be seen even if they haven’t bonded from what I understand so it can’t be dragons.

* Hold the fucking phone. If Brennan is venin or controlled by venin or whatever (see : rune thingy in his hand) is that why the wardstone thing didn’t work?

* Xaden will turn venin at some point. I have no basis for this. It is just a guess. An educated guess based on RY’s writing but a guess. Violet could also? But not sure. I personally like Xaden a bit better

* On the solas is dead note (which I hope he really is but god knows with RY), the whole “two daggers left in solas” thing. That’s gunna come back and bite her in the ass isn’t it?

[ginevrastilinski-ocs]

hotd ocs' dragons pls pls pls i need the babies 🥺

Yes yes yes the big kitties!! Minella Baratheon and her children (Tyrek, Myranda, Myrenna and Tommard Lannister) are not here since they don't have Targaryen's/Old Valyrian blood rip

Aegena - Goldfyre (The Golden Queen); golden scales with lighter underbelly, white wings, black eyes. From the same clutch as Sunfyre, they're totally considered twins just like their riders. Almost possessive with Aegena, won't let anyone get too close to her when they're together, the only exceptions being her children.

Aerion - Karnax; black with a gold underbelly and wings, yellow eyes. The same size as Arrax (they're from the same clutch), very skilled with tricks. Named after the first Targaryen's dragon just like Aerion is named after the first dragonrider. After Lucerys and Arrax's death both the dragon and his rider started to get worse and worse, sick and fade, after they lost their other half.

Berena - Frostbite (also sometimes mockingly called Zokla by her enemies, just like Berena); pearlescent white with light blue scales, blue eyes. She shouldn't have had a dragon, but Vermax let her ride him before and he flew away and came back with two eggs just before she started giving birth to her first child. She called her own dragon Frostbite and her child's one Frostfyre.

Heleanora - Azantys; light pink, almost white, with dark red scales, wings and underbelly, black eyes. Very small, one of the fastest dragon, but also skilled with tricks yet very much savage in battle. When she was little Heleanora often sneaked to the Dragonpit and slept near her dragon. Ironically, just like his rider is with Aemond, Azantys is fiercely protective of Vhagar, even if she could basically swallow him in a second so she definitely doesn't need it lol

Laenyra - Thalassor; dark navy with lighter wings, blue eyes. Average size for a dragon, fierce and very aggressive if Laenyra is in danger, not very much trick-skilled but loves flying near water to splash his rider. Born from one of Vermithor & Silverwing's clutches, his egg was left in the Dragonpit by Silverwing herself and she refused to leave the egg until Laenor arrived to take it and bring it to baby Laenyra.

Laverna - Shrykos; light green with black scales and wings, darker underbelly, green eyes. Was a wild dragon until she saved Laverna's life and claimed her, with much shock form anyone since she doesn't have Valyrian blood.

Maerea - Vermithor (The Bronze Fury); bronze with darker wings. Previously King Jaehaerys's dragon, unclaimed for years until little Maerea decided she wanted to see the Bronze Fury. Rhaenyra, that totally has a soft spot for her and wanted to make her happy, took her to his cave on Dragonmont and he claimed her. Technically Maerea had a dragon before but she lost it even before meeting it bc the Cannibal eat the egg.

Nera - Zōbrie; all black with just a slightly lighter underbelly, purple eyes. Was a gift from Daemon after he found out she was his daughter (was never official btw but he grow fond of her anyway), absolutely furious in battle, even if she's not a huge size, and only Nera can get close to her without getting hurt. Ironically literally named Black in High Valyrian (Just like Nera means black in italian btw) while Nera betrays the Blacks and falls in love with Aegon.

Taryssa - Vissarion (also called Kēli, that means cat in High Valyrian, at first as mock from the court but Taryssa starts to use it as a cute nickname to say fuck you to anyone that used it before); very dark green with bronze underbelly, dark yellow eyes. The smallest dragon ever lived until that moment, so small that Taryssa can't even ride it. Unlike the last dragons, that are sick and can't live long, Vissarion is completely healthy, just very very small, but this adds doubts to the "Taryssa is a bastard child" theory and makes Alicent even more mad about it. Will follow Taryssa anywhere, most times sleeps at the end of her bed.

[em-mermaid]

Let’s Prank Your Boyfriend

(read on AO3 here)

It’s time.

The button makes a satisfying click and a joyful tune fills the air. He reaches out to catch his prize, letting diamonds fall to the ground around him. And finally, in his hands is a large purple crown, fit for a king.

Doc sweeps his thumb along the jewels delicately embedded in the golden rim of the crown and takes a moment to admire how the purple velvet compliments the green of his fur. This will do nicely, he thinks.

The crown of Grian’s desires. A way to get back at that pesky bird. It’s time to put his plan into action.

He reaches up and places the crown atop his head. It fits perfectly between his horns, almost as if it was made for him.

He looks around at the empty streets of the shopping district. The early morning sun glints off the nearby windows, but no hermits are inside. The weight of the crown makes him feel powerful. He needs someone to celebrate this victory with him. He needs to show off this prize.

Mumbo’s best friend, huh? It was almost too easy.

Pesky bird is in for a surprise.

A quick flight later and he’s standing outside Mumbo’s vault door. It’s dark, imposing, even in the bright morning light. Creeping vines seem to crawl towards him, simultaneously urging him closer and warning him away. Sculk sensors click and chitter at his approach.

He raises a hand to knock but the door springs into life before he can. Pistons shift and clank loudly and the door opens with grandeur as a slime block launches him into the doorway to land face to face with a startled Mumbo.

He’s wearing his standard suit and tie, perfectly tailored and freshly pressed. The large black wings on his back shift and shimmer when he steps into the sunlight. His tail flicks back and forth as purple eyes glow with an untold power. It takes Doc’s breath away.

“Oh, hey dude! What’s up?” Mumbo greets with an endearingly awkward wave.

“Good morning,” Doc greets with a smile. He sees the moment Mumbo notices the crown atop his head and watches as Mumbo’s jaw drops open.

Doc smiles and puffs out his chest. Purple eyes flick downward before quickly averting. A pink tinge appears in Mumbo’s cheeks.

“Do you like my crown?”

Mumbo shuffles in place and smiles up at him. “It looks great!” He rubs at the back of his neck. “I just didn’t think anyone would have one yet.”

A grin grows on Doc’s face and he chuckles. “Don’t doubt the power of the Goat!” He steps forward, close enough that he could touch one of Mumbo’s wings if he reached out. Close enough to see the shimmering scales lining his cheekbones. “And you know full well that the Goat can’t resist The Button. I have to be the best.”

Mumbo’s flush darkens, but he doesn’t step away. “Ah yes, well, I suppose that makes sense.” They both know that this was a deliberate design choice.

“Now Mumbo, my new best friend, I have a proposition.”

“A what?” he squeaks.

“A proposition that we team up to prank your pesky neighbor.”

“Oh, right, of course. A prank proposition.” His wings shift with excess energy. “What kind of prank were you thinking?”

Doc nods his head towards the floating rocks behind him. “Perhaps we should first step inside to avoid prying eyes. This will work best if pesky bird doesn’t know that I have the crown.”

“Right,” Mumbo agrees, stepping away from Doc. “Yeah, come on in.”

Mumbo turns and begins descending the stairs into the vault. Doc follows and watches as Mumbo hits a button to close the door behind them. The canking of pistons cover the sound of their footsteps echoing through the chamber.

The vault is modest on the inside. Well, modest aside from the glass covered stash of diamonds kept under the floors. Chests line the dark walls and shulkers are stacked in the corner. A Hotguy poster hangs directly ahead and Doc can’t help but admire it, despite having a matching one at home.

Mumbo clears his throat and Doc tears his eyes away from the chiseled abs of his favorite hero in favor of the handsome man in his presence.

“Would you like some tea?” Mumbo gestures towards the small kitchen and table tucked away behind the stairs.

“Sure, sounds wonderful.” The wooden chair creaks as he sits and, delightfully, it is large enough for him to fit comfortably.

Mumbo places a pot of water on the furnace before glancing back at Doc, wings shifting to clear his line of sight. “So you want to prank Grian?”

Doc nods with a grin. “Mhm.”

“I mean, you know me, I'm always ready to prank him,” Mumbo muses as he joins Doc at the table. “Is there a reason for this prank or is it just because you want to?”

Doc drops his head into his hands and lets out a frustrated groan. “Him and Scar blew up my tunnel bore! These two don’t even know how not to break the most basic of machines. Don’t they realize how many hours it takes to put one of those together even if it is simple?”

He feels something wrap around his ankle and freezes before realizing it’s not just something, it's Mumbo’s tail. He looks up in surprise and meets a concerned yet teasing gaze.

Mumbo’s tail is wrapped around his ankle.

“Ha yeah they tend to do that, it happens to me all the time. Grian seems drawn to every contraption I build.” Is it just in his head or is Mumbo leaning closer now? “What kind of prank were you thinking?”

Mumbo’s tail is around his ankle and Doc is still wearing the crown.

Ok Doc, he thinks to himself, you need to keep your cool. This is good, perfect even. He can’t remember the last time the two of them had even spent any time alone together. Maybe at the spawn village? Or was it back in Boatem? He’s not sure. Regardless, here they are now in Mumbo’s vault and he has this rare and perfect opportunity of being the center of Mumbo’s undivided attention. He can’t waste this.

He clears his throat and leans in conspiratorially. “As you know, pesky bird has been wanting the best friend crown for a while, but he should know by now that the Goat always wins when it comes to The Button.”

Mumbo laughs. It’s something light, yet hesitant. “Is that why you picked me to help? Because of the crown?” His tail moves as if to pull away.

“No, no!” Doc exclaims, reaching out to take Mumbo’s hand in his own. “I picked you because of your ideas. Plus, you have such a handsome face.”

For a moment Mumbo pauses, eyebrows furrowed as he looks down at their hands. The silence stretches on as a variety of expressions flit across Mumbo’s face, too fast and subtle for him to understand and Doc begins to wonder if he’s overstepped. But then Mumbo smiles softly and moves, turning his hand upward to interlock their fingers.

It's an awkward angle for their wrists as they hold hands across the small table, but it feels like a step forward. A step towards something new.

When Mumbo finally speaks, his voice is quiet, barely a whisper, but it’s steady. “So you want to use the crown?”

The air around them feels charged. Doc squeezes Mumbo’s hand and when he responds he makes sure to keep his voice low.

“I want to tempt him with the crown that he so desperately wants. I want to make him pay. And then, with your permission of course, I want to taunt him into taking the best friend crown only for it to cause the destruction of something dear to him.”

Mumbo looks up, startled, but the mischievous glint in his eye tells Doc all he needs to know. “What are you going to destroy?”

“That is where you come in, my dear Mumbo.” Doc’s voice rumbles into the space between them as he begins to use his thumb to draw shapes onto Mumbo’s hand. He watches as Mumbo shivers. “I was hoping you would have an idea. Of course, it doesn’t need to be anything too important, just something to cause a little distress. A little shock. We can always rebuild.”

The flush returns to Mumbo’s cheeks. “We could blow up my vault door.”

Now it’s Doc’s turn to recoil. “Why would you blow up your own base?”

“Well, I’ve been building traps for him all season so he can try to break into my vault. And I was already thinking about blowing up the back part anyway so I can redesign it.”

“You are going to redesign your entire base?”

“Yeah? I don’t think it looks sinister enough.”Doc stares at him. Taking a moment to really look at him. Mumbo’s hair is messy, but not unkempt. It’s pushed back as if he styled it recently, but had already run his hands through it as he thought through his plans for the day. His wings rest comfortably behind him, still shimmering under the skylight. Doc’s eyes trace the crease between Mumbo’s eyebrows and the shape of his lips as he purses them in contemplation of the task ahead.

He’s not sure how it slips out but he hears his own voice whisper. “I could kiss you.”

Brief surprise flickers across Mumbo’s features before he leans in, resting his chin on his hand. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” Doc nods.

“Then do it.”

Doc leans in minutely, but it’s not close enough. “Damn table is in the way,” he grumbles, keeping their fingers interlocked as he rises to clear the distance around the table in two swift steps.

Purple eyes are looking up at him and then, with a slight tug on their joined hands, the eyes are coming closer along with the rest of Mumbo’s body until they are pressed flush against each other. Mumbo’s warm breath mingles with his own and the gravity finally pulls them together, their lips joining in a dance of fire and flames. Years of taunting and teasing finally crashing inward to this singular moment of grasping hands and beating hearts.

They break apart panting, foreheads touching as they breathe together. Doc lets out a chuckle. “You made my mouth all tingly.”

“Ah yes well,” Mumbo lets out a breathy laugh. “That will be the electricity. Dragon’s breath and all that.”

“So are you saying that there is a spark here?” Doc brings his hand up to brush his thumb along Mumbo’s cheek. “That’s not a very safe thing to have around a creeper, but I’m not going to complain.”

At that Mumbo properly starts laughing, the near magical sound filling the kitchen. He shakes with it as he leans forward and presses his head onto Doc’s shoulder. Doc can’t help but chuckle along with him.

Slowly, it trails off into quieter giggles. “Yeah,” Mumbo agrees, finally composing himself. “Yeah, but here we are.”

“Here we are,” Doc confirms.

For a moment they simply stand, wrapped in each other's arms and basking in the warmth of the embrace.

It’s Doc that eventually breaks their shared silence. He keeps his voice low, trailing his hand down Mumbo’s arm to lace their fingers together. “How about we get started on that redstone, hmm?”

Mumbo's eyes light up and he beams. “Now?”

“Why not?” Doc shrugs.

“Right, yes!” Mumbo exclaims, leaning towards the table to grab a small book and quill. “What did you have in mind?”

[nerdy-chocomallow]

What’s your opinions on the new designs… specially Rose’s for season XD

I think I like most of them honestly, even rose’s new designs are very charming. Could it look better? Yes. But do I like it? Yes. Rose’s outfit is really cute to me in styling and it fits her character really well, I especially love kitty section charm on her hip and big bow she has now, and I love her hair got shorter, instead longer because not only does that look good on her, it just speaks volumes about her character, (plus I can headcanon that Lacey help her with an haircut and vice versa because they’re cousins). I like rose’s design, sure her colors could look better but it doesn’t change my mind about her outfit looking good. Pigella does look kinda weird but still pretty good and cute for rose, plus she looks more like a pig now. I do think alya, Sabrina, and Mylene also look pretty nice for most part, though I think mylene still has the dreads which is bad, seriously considering we don’t know if she confirmed to be black and just have albinism but no. I like Sabrina’s design, it glow up to me and it fits her character, I don’t like Alya’s short hair and that she still doesn’t have a black hairstyle but whatever, at least she got a better outfit. Polymouse and Miss hound are good redesign for them, Rena Rouge barely changed but still good and pretty, so doesn’t matter to me.

I don’t like Juleka and Kagami’s new designs, I think their lazy for the fact, it just their hair changing (both of which are good hairstyles for them, but I prefer kagami’s 1-5 seasons hairstyle a lot more), but their outfits didn’t change despite going through mass development. Kagami’s jacket just got shorter, and I’m wondering it’s because she got loser boyfriend that wouldn’t like that. Juleka should gotten to her change, like getting fully on new one, plus her lipstick kinda bad in the animation. Though, Ryuko and Purple Tigrees are amazing glow up for them, 10 out of 10. As for Zoé, she got glow up on her civilian design like I said before. I don’t like her new Vesperia’s design, I hate how they invert the yellow and black, it just doesn’t work for her and makes less unique, the black and yellow work better for her to me, I guess you could said her hair got better but I was never a huge fan of long hair on her, I think she should kept it short as well. Also she could reference her kitty noire outfit more in her vesperia’s design.

As for guys, I like nino’s new design, it fits him more, I love Nathaniel’s overalls and design, I sort of like that Marc barely changed because he had already good design, still would have like different outfit for him though his new makeup is 10 out of 10. I do really love Max’s design it works for him, really well. Kim barely changed, I wish he did, like maybe change his hoodie or something, but his roots are showing more so that’s good. Ivan are conflicted on, since on the one hand, he does look good but his earlier design does feel more gentle giant compared to his new design, it feels like they should flip if we’re discussing character development. Luka’s kinda bad, he can’t pull off skinny pants but I’m glad he got rid of his deadbeat dad’s merch shirt. Good for him! Felix is literally giving nothing and I hate him, his design is bland and he trying to hard for me.

Carapace barely changed but he already good design. Caprikid and Minotaurox are both glow ups and I adore their designs. As for Pegasus and King Monkey, I don’t like the visor on max, it looks pretty weak and I seen better redesigns for him like @aganyan and @maximum-potential design for example, king monkey, I think his mask changes but for the worse and everything stay the same, I wish Kim wore sleeveless outfits more, I think it just works for him better than long sleeves. Viperion, I’m conflicted on because I like the scales but I think the outfit could be more loose, overall, I guess it’s fine. Argos is just bad and I hate how no one tells him that his outfits sucks like his personality. He literally giving us nothing and I think he deserves to get more hate because of it.

As for our main heroes, ladybug and marinette went huge glow up, we all know that. Adrien and Chat noir however didn’t even get the luxury of change, only his hair did and I’m going to be honest, I like chat noir in the earlier seasons than I do in season 6. I hope he changes his outfit when he learns the truth about his dad and realizes he doesn’t have to hold on to the past of his dad being a good person at all.

Alix and bunnix barely change and I kinda hate it, I wish it hinted towards her elder and adult self’s designs more but sadly it doesn’t, it’s really sad.

[midnight--capricorn]

I started worldbuilding for my hypothetical FE ROMHack and now it's everyone's problem

(It's not actually a problem I swear)

This world has no name. The kingdoms (as of now, there are just four) have no names currently. For now, I'll refer to them as their colours: Blue, Purple, Green and Grey. (yes, they're colour-coded, any character from one of these areas has the colour somewhere on them, no matter how big or small, so for example, our first duo, Wiljem and Valentin, are from blue; and our red and green cavs Hartwin and Dragomir, as well as the myrmidon Cydon are from the grey kingdom.)

For this, we're focusing on the Blue kingdom because that's the part I developed a little more than the others.

All info under the cut

CLIMATE- How is it and how are the people there adapted to it?

[Blue] is a very cold place, to the point it can and will snow on most days, and people stay inside at night if they can. However, it also has an extremely clear view of the stars and possibly even some galaxies if one does decide to brave the freezing temperatures and overwhelming darkness.

If wool isn't a farming thing for this kingdom, it is a highly valuable import to make clothes of and line them with. Fur is also a highly valuable material for lining an outfit, though due to hunting laws fur is only really on the clothing with those of a higher status- or a thief who would rob those rich people blind (Valentin).

The cold makes people highly resilient, and if they aren't and don't have shelter, they will most likely die.

TRADE AND ECONOMY- What sort of jobs are there? What goods do they import/export?

As noted, wool is a highly valuable material for this kingdom due to its requirement in making good-quality warm clothing. (I am going to have to research if sheep can survive in cold climates, my guess is possibly but also I don't know if they can survive what is essentially a tundra. They can survive Scotland, is that close enough?)

Lakes and the ocean tend to not actually be that frozen year-round, so fishing is a huge industry in [Blue]. However, due to the coldness of those lakes and the sea, any accidents can quickly turn fatal. There are laws in place to prevent overfishing and causing the extinction of the fish in this sea, especially since it's not just their meat that's sold- it's also the highly iridescent scales. To rich people, of course.

As far as this goes this is still very underdevloped and I will have to continue on this further.

CULTURE- Festivals, Religion, etc.

Ok so this part is VERY underdeveloped, only thing I really have here is the religion part

So there's these two dragons- neither are good nor evil they're neutral forces- the Aurora (ice) dragon and the Nova (fire) dragon. I haven't gotten much besides that ngl.

They disappeared off into the stars and it is believed that every person's soul joins them in the stars once they pass on (which does reflect some cultural beliefs of real life iirc I will have to study those too)

[Blue]'s royal family and church leaders don't tend to intersect, until Wiljem came along. Normally the first-born son, so Wiljem in this case, would be the ruler. However Wiljem has more affinity for being a priest, so while rule was supposed to go to him it'll go to his older sister when the king dies (and he's a fire emblem parent you know what will happen)

There is a specific mountain in [Blue] where the stars are clearest on very specific nights of the year, and every member of the clergy is supposed to make a pilgrimage to it at least once on one of those few nights. Even members of the church of the other kingdoms may join these pilgrimages to get a taste of the practices of [Blue]'s church.

Ok that's kind of all I've got for worldbuilding so now I'm going to list the current amount of characters we have for this kingdom:

WILJEM- The Lord of this hypothetical ROMHack (and plot in general)- a prince who in later life is meant to join the church. Uses staves and light magic.

VALENTIN- A thief who broke into the castle for his big heist at the worst possible time, but it led to him technically saving Wiljem's life so they've put that aside. Dresses like nobility despite not being so for... some reason (you won't get that reason though). Please, for the love of the Aurora and Nova dragons, don't bench him. He can be benched but he's important. (he also has a paired ending with Wiljem)

Wiljem's sister (currently unnamed)- Crown princess of the land. Kind, but rather stubborn and pushy. a Pegasus Knight.

Wiljem's father- King of [Blue]. In typical fire emblem parent fashion, he dies. Honestly I haven't gotten much besides that.

An unnamed Cleric who was going on a pilgrimage before the invasion and murder of the King- Held hostage by Leena, a mage knight of [Purple] and Aelius, a wyvern rider of [Purple].

yeah that's all I got for now cya