#as if i didnt already have enough to worry about

[peterm4rker]

CAN I MAKE IT ANY MORE OBVIOUS? ── a maeda riku smau

twenty eight. chosen (written)

🕸✮⋆˙ wc. 2k w. curse words, that's all ! ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

walking down the stairs in your pajamas and a bedhead was not how you wanted riku to first see you that day.

he was supposed to see you in the outfit you picked out, with your hair done and ready to have the best date ever. but instead, he was there, sitting by your living room table. he talked away with your mom as he set a glass of chocolate milk on the table, only turning around when he heard your steps.

it was almost magical, the way his eyes lit up when he saw you. “hi, pretty,” he smiled, standing up from his chair and walking towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. “sorry i came so early, i wanted to make sure you ate breakfast.” 

“don’t say sorry, I'm always happy to see you,” you smiled, hugging his shoulders and nuzzling your nose to the skin of his neck. “i’m still sleepy.”

“we can have breakfast and go back to bed if you want,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your temple and caressing your lower back softly. “we don’t have to leave for a while, so don’t worry about that.”

“how are you so perfect?” you mumbled back, leaving a soft kiss on his cheek before parting away from him and moving to sit on the chair he had pulled back for you. 

“just want to take care of you,” he smiled, sitting next to you and leaning on his hand as he watched you eat. it didnt take long before you were both sitting on your bed, your head on his shoulder as you showed him the pictures from your trip. “so you’re telling me i missed three days of you looking like that while i was hanging out with your little brother and getting my knees scraped without anyone being there to scold me about them?”

you giggled at his mock offended tone, shrugging your shoulders. “i guess so,” you said, an unwavering smile on your face. “maybe we should take a beach trip before summer is over, just you and me.”

riku noted the slight nervousness in your voice, as if you weren’t sure if the prospect of the future was something that you should be bringing up. “we definitely should, i’ll get to planning it soon,” he said, giving you a reassuring smile.

your shoulders eased at those words, making you look up to face him, smiling brightly. “i can help you plan it, you know. you don’t have to do everything all the time.”

“i already told you, i like taking care of you.” the boy smiled, moving to cup your cheeks with his hands and duck down to pepper kisses all around your face. “so don't worry about it.” 

you closed your eyes, letting him shower you with his affection. once he pulled away you opened them again, admiring the beautiful way in which his pupils dilated when he looked at your face. “i’m planning this trip, not a question.”

riku rolled his eyes affectionately before stealing a quick peck from your lips. “you’re impossible.” he smiled, nuzzling your nose one last time before moving back and patting your thigh. “come on now, we should head out to your surprise.”

you nodded before standing up, making sure to smack a kiss on his cheek before you headed to your adjacent bathroom. “you have to wait for me to get ready now.”

“mhm, do as you will,” he dismissed with a smile. once you closed the door, riku allowed himself to bury his face in his hands and scream silently into them. 

miraculously under an hour later, you stood up from your vanity as you put down your mascara.  “ready!”

“took you long enough,” riku joked, standing up from your bed and moving towards you, hugging you from behind and looking at you through the mirror in front of you.

“you should be grateful i didnt take longer,” you scoffed, rolling your eyes playfully. 

“mhm, let’s go now.”

you did just as he had asked you, moving to interlace your fingers and pull you with him. once you reached downstairs, you greeted everyone goodbye and went outside where riku’s family car awaited. “oh, this is a car distance surprise?”

“yeah, but it isn’t very far.” he mused, opening the door for you and letting you climb in before he did so himself. “i know you don’t like surprises so i wont ask you to put the blind fold on, but please don’t try to guess where i’m taking you.”

“okay, i’ll try.” like that, the car ride went past as fast as time always did whenever you were with riku. it was so nice to just talk to him that you didn’t even have the urge to check on the turns and directions he drove in until he parked in front of a place you knew a little too well. “you’re kidding.”

“i saw they're doing an exposition of that photographer you told me about once, so i got us tickets.” he said, a smile evident in his voice even though you weren’t looking at him. “do you like it?”

“of course i do, riku, you remembered.” you said in a breath, turning back to look at him and charging immediately to give him a kiss. “i can’t believe you did that.”

“i remember everything you say, always,” he smiled against your lips, pressing another kiss onto them. “and i want you to think of this as our first ever date, okay? everything from now on are our firsts, because you deserve all of it to be real.”

“okay, riri, you got it” you smiled, giving him soft pecks before moving away, finding the way he chased your lips for a split second to be the most adorable thing you had ever seen. “let’s go please?” “of course, pretty,” he smiled back, climbing out of the car and almost running to your side to open the door before you did, offering his hand with a charming smile. “i want to hear everything you have to say about all of the pictures, come on.”

and that was always the thing about riku. he loved to listen to anything you said, no matter if it was something stupid, trivial or passionate; if it came from you, it was worth listening to. so you did as he asked, exploring the museum from head to toe while excitedly telling him all about the pictures you saw. 

“sakuya is gonna be happy that you got him something,” riku mused as you sat on the hood of his car at an almost empty parking lot of mcdonalds, burger in hand while he nodded at the keychain you had got for your brother.  

“mhm, i always get him a keychain wherever i go,” you smiled, feeling fondness bloom in your heart at the mention of your brother. “he says they're ugly but then hangs them all on his bag, so i know he likes them but he just doesn’t like to admit that i’m his favorite person.”

“well, you are,” the boy smiled, endeared at the softness of your look. “he threatened me when he realized i wanted more with you.”

“no he didn’t,” you laughed, heart shrinking at the casual mention of his affection. “how on earth did he threaten you?”

“he told me he would go ‘gremlin mode’ on me, which i think is quite the threat,” he giggled, recalling his younger friend’s words. “i’m gonna steer clear of anything that could potentially make him mad.”

you laughed softly as you shook your head, and riku felt as if the world exploded in fireworks and butterflies along with everything good in the world. god, he was so in love it was fucking pathetic. 

“sounds like a good idea,” you said, whipping away the residue of your burger from your lips and moving to lay your chin on your arm as you looked at riku. “you know, i’m really happy that you got me into this mess.”

riku felt himself physically soften at your words, copying your actions to comfortably look at you. “yeah?” he asked, his voice lower, softer.

“yeah,” you nodded, eyes unwavering. “i would’ve had a pretty boring summer if it wasn’t for you.”

“well, i’m glad i could be of service.” he smiled, moving his hand to move a strand of your hair behind your ear. “and i’m happy i dragged you into it, too.”

“yeah?” you asked, mirroring him.

“yeah,” he nodded, his eyes scanning your face with a look of sheer adoration. “i wouldn’t gotten to fall in love with you if i hadn’t.”

and just then, everything stopped.

all sounds went silent, all lights went dim. because riku was in love with you, just like you had unconsciously dreamed about for weeks. he was in love with you, and he was clearly not scared to voice it.

“i know it might be too soon to say that, and maybe i should wait until we’ve had something outside of being in a fake relationship, but i don’t want to hide the way i feel about you,” he spoke up again, nervously ranting. “you feel like it to me, yn, like i’m exactly where i’m supposed to be whenever i’m around you. and i don’t need you to feel the same yet, just let me prove to you that i’m worth it beyond the fakeness; that i can be it for you too if you give me a chance.”

you almost wanted to laugh at the desperate tint in his eyes, because there was something you couldn’t even fathom it was to not feel the same about him. you had said yes to have a fake relationship with someone you had known your entire life because his smile caught you off guard. you had stayed with him and defended him against his bitchy ex because he was worth defending. 

you had fallen in love with him because there was no way that you could ever deserve him, and yet he still chose you every day. he chose you at the park on a random day. he chose you to spend countless hours with him even when you didn’t have to. he chose you to listen to for hours at a museum he probably had no interest in; and he chose you to pour his heart out at a mcdonalds parking lot.

“i love you,” you blurted out, your eyes fixated on his, unwavering. “i love you, and not only because you love me as well. i love you ever since i noticed how caring you are, and how much love you feel for everyone around you.” 

you could see him physically melt at your words, as if he had held his breath his entire life until he heard you say those words. “really?” he said, breathlessly.

“of course,” you nodded, giving him a small smile as you reached to interlace your fingers with his affectionately. “i know i haven't been the best at communicating, and that i’ve proven to be an amazing liar. but this isn't like that, okay? i love you, so much.”

“i love you,” he said, and you noticed then the absence of a ‘too’, because he didn’t love you because you did so him; he loved you regardless of everything else. you could see it in his eyes and his smile, hear it in his voice.

being chosen wasn’t foreign to you. your family and friends did so every day. and while that meant the world to you, this was something different. being chosen by someone that hadn’t chosen you ever since you were kids, but someone who grew into it was miles better.

your relationship had started off as fake; complete spite for someone who had wronged him and a casualty at the park. but it had grown into so much more.

you were there now, at an empty parking lot with a boy as sweet as the chocolate his eyes resembled, and you wouldn’t chose to be anywhere else.

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[daemonbrain]

Tears are blinding me rn no big deal.

I KNEW daemon was going to reject that boy and of course his selfishness and crazy knows no bounds but I was very uselessly hoping that would miraculously not apply to his children. I’ve been preparing myself for her death but that did NOT work. At least she’s with her twins now 😭😭 it was tears through everything until Gwayne came on and I just started sobbing. At least their goodbye back a few chapters will remain untainted in a way (I’m trying to cope, SHE DIDNT GET TO SEE HIM AGAINNNNN) like “goodbye twin.” Will remain to be the most memorable line of this story for me strangely enough. I can literally their voices in my head like a crazy person. The person you came into this world with didn’t even get to witness your last breath that is fucked up.

Also really worried on where that lands Aeliana since the only one to speak out against Rhaenyra and Alicent’s squabbling over marrying her was her mother and sort’ve Daemon with the whole “a long, long time away”. Like it’s now hitting me the time period we’re in and that The Dance still looms. Like I can already sense both her kids are gonna get caught up with some pretty bad splits in loyalties between the two factions. Maybe less her son though since his dad just had to go be a dick about everything as usual. But hey that’s not our problem, I’m gonna pretend they have great lives away from this crazy family 😌🧘‍♀️

When Daemon goes to the deep depths of the pits of the seven hells along with Otto, my girl will be eating cake with her babies and gwayne and (possibly morbid) her other two kids a long time after. That gives me some comfort hehe

Congratulations on finishing the story!! You’ve made something so beautiful <3

Tormented Spirit | 29

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"Is it such a sin to stand up for yourself?" you mutter as tears blur your vision. The way he reacted was visceral, instinctive even. "You never have to stand up for yourself ever again," says Daemon, reaching a hand to you, "come."

Daemon Targaryen x Hightower!Reader | 6k+ | cw: fem!reader, reader has brown hair, wife!reader, twin!Gwayne, arranged/forced marriage, canon divergence, alternate universe, slow burn, DD:DNE, death, emotional constipation, domestic violence, rape, pregnancy, miscarriage, postpartum, depression, panic/anxiety attacks, suicidal ideation, attempted suicide, daddy issues/child abuse/family problems, mentions/depictions of mental/physical/psychosomatic illness, ye old misogyny, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: WE DID IT! Final chapter FR FR. Be warned, I started tearing when I wrote the ending. Thank you to everyone who has followed this fic up until this point, especially those who take the time comment and reblog. Im so luv u all | cross posted on ao3

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There is a tension no one names between you all. It flared further when when the Velaryons joined the table. You were glad to see Laenor, yet you could not shake the image of his son, Lucaerys, maiming Aemond as you spoke to him. You kept looking at the dark haired boy, and his two other brothers, feeling your stomach twist at the violent scenario that unwillingly played in your mind.

"It is possible that I'd be glad you are here now," Leanor takes your hand from across the table, "yet understand why you could not come to my sister's wake."

You nod as he slowly releases you. Of course he'd written about it already, but it is different hearing it from himself directly.

Daemon, who was sat beside you offers you a smile.

You smile back at him.

His smile brightens further when he looks to the woman beside Laenor. "How old is Aelina again, uncle?" Rhaenyra asks.

You turn to your girl, who decided she wanted to sit next to Aemond tonight. There is an ache in your heart for some reason.

Daemon chuckles, "she just turned four.*

Rhaenyra and Laenor smile. The latter speaks, "enjoy that age," he eyes Jacaerys on the other side of the table, "soon they will be 10 and 6 and spiteful."

Daemon snorts, "as we're you."

Laenor raises his brows at him, "was I not a good soldier under your fleet, commander?"

"Were you?"

Rhaenyra snorts.

Viserys, who was sat beside her, chuckles though he was struggling to breathe.

Alicent, who was sat beside him, raises her brows and sighs.

"I am offended, uncle," Laenor mutters as he scoops some potatoes onto his plate.

Rhaenyra grins, "perhaps when your daughter comes of age," she leans on her elbow, "you might match her with one of our sons."

Your ears ring.

Alicent turns to the woman, mouth watering in disgust of her greed.

You pull your head back, "what?"

"Yes, wouldn't it be go-" the princess's words go dry when she sees your horrified expression. She turns to Daemon for support but his brows are raised. She shakes her head, "I mean..." she waves a hand, "do you mean to have married to some," she laughs, "Lyseni noble?"

Your feel the room darken as your breathing shallows, "she just turned four."

Rhaenyra nods slowly, "yes, I-"

"There was a time you were reluctant to the idea of marriage, princess," you snap.

Rhaenyra realizes her mistake then. She lowers her gaze then shakes her head, "forgive me," she looks back at you, "I was only thinking it would be good if your daughter would choose one of my boys in the future."

"Good?" Alicent cannot help but blurt.

Rhaenyra turns to her, her mood souring, "I beg your pardon."

Alicent chuckles, "it would be very good for you to have one of your sons wed Aelina, wouldn't it?"

Rhaenyra's jaw tightens, "I'm glad you agree."

You gulp and try to slow your breath.

"But she would want to speak to your sons first," Alicent wipes her lip on a napkin, turning to Aelina, "she seems to only care for Aemond."

You look at Aemond, who was listening to your daughter babble while slurping. He raises a hand at then points to Aelina's meal. The girl takes a bite of food and tries to speak through a mouthful. Aemond reprimands her and she sighs, leaning back on her chair as she chews her food in silence. Your heart aches.

Seeing this too, Daemon chuckles to himself.

"I'm sure she'll come around," Rhaenyra offers a smile.

Alicent turns back to her, "or she'll chose my son instead."

Your stomach drops.

Viserys speaks up, "I'm-" heaves- "certain she'll be an excellent bride-" sigh- "come the day."

"A day far, far away," Daemon adds, raising his cup before downing the contents.

You stare at Alicent, feeling your hands begin to tremble at her passing remark. You feel like you're about to burst. You cannot help yourself. You will not have your daughter be spoken off to fickly, "when the day does come, I do hope you'll maintain your enthusiasm when she choses none of your boys."

You feel their eyes fall on you. Your hear your pulse in your ears.

Daemon shifts and leans towards you, "my love, calm yourself."

"Calm?" you quip, eyeing him hotly, "they speak of your daughter like she's a piece of—"

"MUMMY."

You look behind your chair and see Aelina. Daemon watches your spine slowly begins to relax.

Her innocence is a balm. When she touches your lap, you feel your chest immediately loosen. You sigh heavily and clutch her cheeks. She leans into your touch, "I go see Sunfyre!"

Your brows furrow, "Sunfyre?"

"Kessa, kessa, kessa!" Yes, yes, yes!

Your expression contorts, "but that's-"

"Aegon kessa gūrogon nyke naejot se ripo!" Aegon will take me to the pit!

As if on cue, Aegon comes up behind your daughter.

Daemon narrows his eyes at him, "gaomas aōha bride daor jorrāelagon ao?" Does your bride not need you?

Aegon ignores him and explains to you, "we shall be quick."

"Kostagon īlon maghagon aōha lēkia?" Aelina asks Aegon, tugging the hem of his shirt. Can we bring your brother?

Aegon's face sours at her. He furrows his brows and quips, "what?"

Aelina points to her chair, "kostagon īlon maghagon—" Can we bring-

"You want to get something?" Aegon asks, pulling her hand off him, "go get it."

You furrow your brows at Aegon as Aelina grins and runs off to grab Aemond. Aegon paces in his spot, avoiding your gaze. You tilt your head at him, "issi ao sȳz?" Are you alright?

Aegon does not turn to you.

"Aegon."

He tenses as his eyes lock with yours.

"Issi ao sȳz?" you repeat.

He stares blankly at you.

Your forehead curls, "are you alright?"

He shakes his head, "why wouldn't I be?"

Just then, Aemond is dragged by the hand by tiny Aelina. Aegon's jaw tightens at him, "what are you doing?"

Aelina takes Aegon's hand as well, "gaomagon!" Ready!

Aegon tenses at the girl's touch. Still, he eyes his brother, quipping under his breath, "sit back down."

You hear it though and your brows knit, "Aegon-"

"Aelina wants me to join you in the pit," explains the younger prince.

"You want the one-eyed freak to join us?" Aegon asks Aelina.

You expression falls, "Aegon!"

Aelina looks up at Aegon, "one eye?"

"A jest," Aegon dryly explains to you.

Aelina turns to Aemond, "what freak?"

Aemond clenches his jaw.

"Aelina, daor," you shake your head at her. You turn to Aegon, "she is not very good at common tongue, so it would be better if you spoke to her in High Valyrian."

Aegon's brows raise. He chuckles dryly, "of course she isn't." He nods and turns to the girl, "I guess I'll just have to teach you."

Before you can respond, Aegon is pulling her away and she innocently jogs off with him. Aemond releases her hand, much to her displeasure. She turns back and reaches out for him.

"I'll take care of her," Aemond tells you.

You stare at the boy and feel your chest tighten, "thank you, my darling."

Aemond nods and quickly catches up with his brother and cousin.

"Skoros ēnka iksis aōha zaldrīzes?" Aelina asks as she swings Aegon and Aemond's hand whilst making it down the hall.

Aemond stares at Aegon. Aegon ignores Aelina.

Aelina turns to Aemond. Aemond speaks, "she asked you a question."

"Yeah," Aegon glares at his brother, "and what did she fucking ask?"

Aelina gasps, "bad word!"

Aegon looks down at her, "oh? But you know that, don't you, you little fuck?"

"Mummy said no!" Aelina tugs on his arm.

"Well, guess what, fucker," he leans into her, "I learned that from your daddy."

She raises her brows at him.

"Aegon," Aemond quips.

"What?" Aegon laughs a bit too loud, "are you going to pretend like Daemon doesn't curse worse than a fucking sailor?"

"Daddy?" the girl recognizes her father's name.

"Yes, your fucking daddy."

Aemond decides that's enough and pulls Aelina out of Aegon's grip, moving her to his other hand. Aegon notices and scoffs, "what? Are you getting protective? You still think Daemon gives a fuck about you?"

Aemond tightens his grip on his baby cousin.

"He didn't even tell our beloved older sister off for what her son did to your eye," Aegon leans in, "and neither did our aunt."

"I told her not to."

"Ha!" the elder prince looks front, "of course that's why they sat idly."

Aemond feels a great tension loom over him the moment they reach the dragon pit. Aelina remains innocently excited and clings on to his hand as she repeatedly hops on her spot.

When Sunfyre finally emerges, the girl gasps, "gevie." Beautiful.

Aemond looks down at her, tensing when she looks back at him, "hae Vagar!" Like Vhagar.

His heart squeezes at her smile.

"Se Caraxes," she jumps. And Caraxes.

Aemond nods, "se ao." And you.

She jumps again, repeating his words at him, "se ao!"

Aemond looks away. This girl is far too innocent.

Sunfyre leans into Aegon the moment he sees his master. Aegon relaxes in his company. For a moment, it's just them, and he forgot all about the ill feelings he's been harboring inside. That its, until he hears the voice of that wretched girl.

"Kostagon nyke renigon zirȳla?" Aelina asks. Can I touch him?

Aegon turns to her, jaw hardening at the purple eyes that stare back. What's so special about her? Was it the fact she had Daemon's face? Or was it because she was a pretty little princess? Had he been born a girl, would you have loved him more? He lowers his gaze, thinking it must be true, because you were so gentle with Helaena. He lifts his gaze— but then again, so were you with Aemond.

"She asked if she could touch him," translates his brother.

Aegon shifts, one hand remaining pressed against his golden mount, "you cannot if you keep speaking that stupid language."

Aemond feels Aelina's gaze. He looks at her and explains, "ñuha lēkia ēza mīvojughagon Valyrio Eglie." My brother has forgotten High Valyrian.

Aelina furrows her brows in confusion.

"Ēza daor ȳdragon ziry pār aōha muña geptot." He has not spoken it since your mother left.

The girl frowns, "skoro syt?" Why?

"Īles olvie mundagon," Aemond mutters. He was very sad.

"SHUT UP!" Aegon snaps, making Sunfyre grunt and huff.

Aelina watches the dragon. She recognizes his agitation and raises a hand, "ziry ik-" she corrects herself, "it's okay."

Sunfyre does not care for the girl's words, but Aegon hates her more for it. His nostrils flare, "you want to meet my beast?"

Aelina stares at Aegon, reluctantly nodding.

"Come here then."

Aelina understands that much and walks off, pulling Aemond along.

"Not you, pig," Aegon raises a finger.

Aemond tenses. Aelina looks at him and raises her brows, "not you?"

Aemond releases her hand.

"You're not pig," she frowns, confused and conflicted.

"Faster!" Aegon quips.

Aelina looks forward and scowls at him, "don't scream."

Aegon pulls his head back, "what?"

Aelina slowly walks over, "don't you scream at us!"

Aegon scoffs, blood boiling.

Aemond balls his hands to fists, readying to spring into action if need be.

"Oh. You think you can tell me what to do?" Aegon slowly marches over to the girl.

The girl stops in her tracks but her defiant expression does not fade.

He fumes, shoving her by the shoulder, "you don't get to tell me what to do-"

"Aegon."

"Never-" he shoves her harder, "fucking," and again, "you."

Aelina whines as she falls to the floor.

Aemond grits his teeth and charges at him.

Sensing his hostility, Sunfyre immediately growls and bares his teeth.

Aemond stops in his tracks.

Aegon chuckles through his nostrils, looking down at the girl that his brother helps up. He looks back at his dragon, "good boy."

Before he can gloat any more, the princess snorts and quickly stomps her heel into Aegon's foot.

"AH!" he shoves her away, making her shoot past his brother. She falls on her back, her head thumping against the stone floor. "YOU FUCKING BITCH!

Aelina wails, her voice echoing in the room as tears immediately flood her face.

Aemond shoves Aegon before he can do any further harm to the girl, causing him to reel back into his dragon. Sunfyre screeches but Aemond cares little as he dashes towards Aelina, bringing her back to her feet.

Aegon fumes, "STOMP HER, SUNFYRE!"

Sunfyre roars, jaw opening to its biggest capacity, obeying the command. He marches over, but Aemond is too nimble for the beast. The prince grabs the girl and yanks her behind him to safety. He moves away but Sunfyre chases, growling in displeasure.

And though his heart races, Aemond grits his teeth and points, "STEP BACK!"

Sunfyre hesitates.

"BEGONE, SUNFYRE!" Aemond steps forward.

The dragon finds himself unable to deny the command.

Aegon, in all his wrath, charges at his brother.

Aelina screams and runs back, watching the violence play out before her. It is then that the lone dragon keeper, who had been asleep, is alerted. He runs towards the squabbling princes, realizing he ought to handle the princess first.

"I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU TOO!" Aegon hisses, pinning his brother down before punching him.

Aelina screams, agitating Sunfyre into screaming too. She decides not to wait and lunges at Aegon to rip at his hair. Instead however, she is caught in the cross hairs and hit on the nose as Aemond manages to overpower his older brother.

Aemond soon has Aegon's arm painfully curled behind his back, his knee forcing him down on the cold floor. The latter coughs as the former whispers, "you can fucking try."

Aelina wipes her lips, finding red all over her fingers. She is horrified but does not cry at the sight of her blood.

The dragon keeper pulls her away and deals with the agitated dragon that was about to strike any second. He pants and drives Sunfyre off, turning to Aemond, "ñuha dārilaros! Ivestragī zirȳla jikagon." My prince! Let him go!

Aemond's nostrils flare, "not until he's cooled off."

Aegon groans, "fuck you."

"Aemond," Aelina mumbles, eyes watery, "jaelan naejot jikagon arlī." I want to go back.

Aemond looks back at her. His expression softens, "go wait for me at the entr-"

"Aelina?"

The girl gasps and immediately sobs, "MUÑA!"

Your face falls as your daughter runs towards you with a bloodly nose. You look down at her, feeling your heart leap into your throat as she embraces your legs, "what happened?"

"Aegon ōdrikagon nyke."

Your breathing shortens as you repeat her words in common tongue, "Aegon hurt you?" You lean down and clutch her cheek, heart racing at the blood that was trickling down her neck, "he did this to you?"

Aelina sobs as she looks up at you.

"Aegon?" you whimper, looking out at your nephews that now pull away from each other.

Aemond looks at you and Aegon turns to his restless dragon. He hisses at him, "GET BACK, YOU IDIOT!"

Sunfyre whines.

"GO BACK TO THE DAMNED PITS!" he screams in frustration, allowing the dragon keeper to lead him back into the darkness.

"Aegon," you cry out, reaching a hand to your boy, "why is my daughter bleeding?"

Aegon turns to you, as does Aemond. The latter tenses and the former walks over, "how the fuck should I know?"

You wince, clutching your belly and your daughter's head, "Aegon."

"I showed her my dragon!" the boy- the man snaps, "she would not fucking listen!"

You tense, your throat constricting tightly, "I do not believe yo-"

"THEN DON'T!" Aegon snaps.

You are so taken off-guard that you flinch and step back. Aelina even runs behind you in fear. You were so used to having someone raise your voice at you, you hardly ever flinch. You are deeply disturbed by him.

Aemond feels like a helpless child as he sees you weep the way you did when he was a child. But then he remembers he's not a child anymore, or at least, he was stronger than his half-wit, drunken brother. He comes between you and Aegon, "that's enough."

Aegon's anger makes him forget his brother just subdued him. After all, he was still older, even if the fuck was as tall as him now, "and what are you going to-"

Aemond punches him in the gut.

"Aemond!" you whine, reaching a hand to him.

Aemond looks back, face clouded with worry and confusion.

Aegon, who had lurched forward in pain, growls as he straightens.

You scream. Once more, they are upon each other, fists pounding into flesh, splitting skin, spilling blood.

You whimper and tense in horror. You're about to scream again, tell them to stop, but then you feel a warmth spread across your legs. You lift your skirt and find yourself screaming for an entirely different reason.

This scream, unlike the first, is so terrible the brothers cease their quarrelling. It is so horrifying, Aelina screams too.

You step back, finding wetness on the floor beneath you. You scream again.

The darkness does you no favors and you find red again where there was none. You cannot look away from the floor, "AELINA!"

Your daughter stares at you in mortification.

"CALL YOUR FATHER!"

Aelina trembles, her feet barely even lifting from the ground as she steps back.

Aemond shoves Aegon off him and runs to your side, "muña."

Your knees begin to give in as you manage to turn to your daughter, finding Daemon's worried face staring back at you, "D-Daemon."

Aemond catches you as you begin to lose your balance. He turns to his brother, who was stupidly lied on the floor, staring at you with a busted lip. "HELP ME!"

Aegon is stunned momentarily, but finds himself pushing his body off the floor, coming to your side.

Your breathing grows shallower by the second. You see Viserys on Aegon's face as he calls for guards. You think of the terrible horror that's happened to you once before. You shudder, "please, no."

"There's no time," Aemond tells his brother, "we have to carry her to the maester's."

"W-what?"

"I can't carry her on my own," Aemond growls under his breath, not wanting the pressure to get to him.

"Yeah, and what if we FUCKING drop her-"

Aemond slaps him into silence.

Aegon is stunned.

"Do as I say," he commands, beginning to lift you off the ground.

Aegon is left little choice but to comply.

"Come, Aelina," Aemond says as they begin to carry you off.

Aelina is the one who opens the door to the maester's room. She is also the one who alerts the maester's with her loud wailing.

It's all a blur from this point moving forward.

Aemond does not remember when his uncle or his grandfather arrive, or where his brother went after. He does not even remember how he managed to go to his chambers, with Aelina at his hip, no less.

There, upon his bed, the girl weeps as he wipes the blood off her face. He freezes when she speaks amidst her shaky sobs. His brows tense and he tilts his head, "what was that?"

"Is she going to die?"

Aemond's face falls, "what?"

"She's sick," the girl mutters.

The boy clenches his teeth and clutches her cheeks, "muña is very strong, is she not?"

Her only response is the tears that streak down her face.

Aemond feels helpless as she looks upon her. You were not his mother, yet in a word you were, and the thought of you dying haunted him. He can only imagine how one as young as she would feel at the thought of losing her own mother. "Whatever happens today," he takes her hands, "you must know you are just a girl that wanted to see a dragon."

Aelina looks at him.

He realizes then that he ought to translate his words, and so he does.

She scratches her eyes as she begins to sob some more. "Īlin jāre naejot iderēbagon rūkluni hemtubis," she shudders and shakes her head. We were going to pick flowers tomorrow.

Aemond nods, "and you will."

Her lips wobble, "Aemond."

"Yes?"

"Issi ao pirtir?" Are you lying?

"Nyke..." he starts but cant continue as he begins to tear up himself, and his eye patch begins to grow uncomfortable on his face, "nyke gīmigon ziry ōdrikagon," he clutches her neck, "yn kessa rēbagon." I know it hurts, but it shall pass.

"Nyke-" she heaves, "gōntan daor nūmāzma naej-" I did not mean to-

"Hush," he squeezes and shakes her gently, "you did nothing wrong."

But to Daemon, everyone was doing everything wrong. He was restless as he watched you scream. It was just as bad as it was with Aelina, if not worse, because Otto was there, praying over your body as if you were already dead.

Neither of them were supposed to even be here, but neither of them were willing to leave as both of them were united in the same fear that they would never admit to: this might be the last time they see you.

"It's alright princess!" one of the midwives encourage, "you're beginning to crown!"

Another midwife unceremoniously shoves the praying Lord Hand away when you begin to slip out of consciousness. It must have been, what, the eighth time? She clutches your cheek and repeatedly slaps you firmly. She loudly calls out your name and rubs your chest.

Yet another midwife comes to your other side and rubs your arm. You feel cold and yet she has to wipe sweat off your forehead, "princess, you're almost there. Don't give up."

Daemon feels sick as your eyes open only to roll back and close again. He paces around the room before deciding to come to the side of your bed, calling out your name.

It grounds you, and you fight for consciousness, even through the harrowing pain, "Daemon?"

One of the midwives moves away, encouraging him to take her place. He drops to his knees as he grabs your hand. It is icy against his burning one. He kisses your knuckles as he watches your face contort.

"Is it-" you whimper, "is it a girl?"

Daemon clutches your cheeks, "the babe is not here yet. You need to push for me, one last time."

You whine, tears streaming down your cheeks, "I cant."

"Y-you can," he whispers hotly, "you must."

Otto watches the exchange. He feels bile rise up his throat and decides to exit the room. It is there he then sees the Cargyll twins, waiting restlessly with their helms on their hips. The come to attention when they see your father, "my lord."

"Why are you here?!" he snaps.

Erryk clenches his jaw, "we were summoned, lord."

"By whom?!"

Arryk turns to the door when he hears your scream. He gulps, "by the princess."

Otto scoffs and motions vaguely, "do you think she is in the state to be seeing anyone?!"

The twins lower their gazes, "no, my l-"

"Then bloody leave!" he snaps, pointing a finger to nowhere.

"With all due respect, lord," Erryk lifts his gaze, "I'd rather be punished for disobeying you than misheeding my princess."

Otto's eyes twitches.

Arryk nods, "as would I, my lord.

"Fine," he barks, "then expect a punishment most severe."

The twins nod as the Hand decided to circle around the hall. They speak in unison, "my lord."

"THE BABE'S COMING!" announces a midwife at the top of her lungs.

Daemon looks back a moment before turning to you. He calls your name, assuring you it will all be over soon.

You take deep breaths and focus solely on getting through the task at hand. You tell yourself you just have to do this one last thing, and it'll all be better.

"YOU DID IT!" the midwife says, "YOU DID IT, MILDAY!"

Daemon looks back when he hears a wailing babe. He's about to check on the child, until your hand goes limp within his. His heart leaps to his throat, "no, no, no, no-" he rapidly slaps your cheeks, "stay with me!"

"Hmm?" your eyes roll.

"It's a prince!" says the midwife.

Daemon looks back again, an excited chuckle leaving his lips. He turns to you, repeating the news, "we have a son, my love. It's a boy!"

"Hmm?" your eyelids struggle to stay open, "what does he look like?"

Before Daemon can reply, the midwife hands him the babe. His eyes water as he wipes the blood off the boy's face, "why don't you look yourself?"

You groan and try to pry eyes open.

"She won't stop bleeding."

Daemon turns, watching the women scramble to get more towels. He looks at the boy when he wails, his violet eyes opening as his pink fingers reach out for nothing.

You start and grab your baby, immediately pulling him to your breast.

Your husband watches as the baby eagerly suckles and whatever wonder he feels is shrouded by the terror that that grows from red that spread more onto your blanket.

"M'cold," you shudder.

Daemon turns to you, rubbing your shoulders, "it's alright. I will warm y-"

The words are cut off by the sound of Otto calling out your name. He freezes just as he enteres. The room is in turmoil. If it was not apparent to Daemon, it was apparent to him. He comes to your side, "my girl."

You turn to your father.

Otto cannot contain his tears. The sight before him mimics the exact scene of the last time he ever spoke to his wife, yet it was you here, lying in bed with the same greyness of your mother's skin. For a moment, you look like the tiny, shaking child of his who loved him more than anything in the world. His face in female form reflects ob you. His throat tightens, "my love."

Daemon's nostrils flare, in anger, in jealousy, in possessiveness, in grief that is not yet grief, but his terror keeps him still.

"Y-you lied to me."

Your father leans closer, "what?"

"You told me Gwayne would be here."

He nods rapidly, "he is," he lies, "his carriage has come as well as Daeron on his mount, Tessarion."

"He is?" your eyes grow a little brighter.

Daemon perks at it.

"He is," Otto nods, "he's excited to meet your child."

"He'll help you name him," Daemon adds, hoping it'll bring more sparkle to your eye.

It does. You smile, turning to your baby, "he'll help me name my boy?"

Otto nods, brushing your dark hair back, "yes," he turns back, "CARGYLL!"

The twins immediately emerge from the door.

Otto marches over and quips urgently, "see to it that once my son arrives he is to make no delay to this room!"

"Cargyll?" you mutter, eyes slowly closing.

"My prince," one of the midwives call for Daemon, "she won't stop bleeding."

Daemon comes to a stand and snaps, "well then fucking make her stop!"

"My prince..." another midwife says.

He refuses to listen further. He drops to his knees and grips your hand again.

You hear someone call your name. You call back, "mummy?"

Daemon hears your faint whisper. He is mortified, "no! No, it's Daemon! Listen to me-"

Otto comes to your side. His throat tightens at the state of you. He places a hand on your shoulder, "I love you."

"Daddy?"

"I'm here," He chokes on his saliva, "will you look at me?"

"... forgive me."

He speaks your name and sighs, "there is nothing to forgive."

"Daemon?"

"My love," he sobs out, kissing your cheek repeatedly.

"I'm tired."

"Please," he rubs your eyes, trying to encourage you to open them, "please don't."

"... forgive me."

The room continues to bustle loudly for a moment, and then it is eerily quiet. There is a deep silence that comes after your final breath. Similarly, your son sighs, lips unlatching from your nipple, satisfied from his fill of milk. It was then Daemon looked at the boy and found his face staring back at him. You gave birth to a babe who had his hair, his eyes, his lips, his nose. His son had his face and it haunted him. It was he that did this to you. It was he and his greed, his lust, his pride, his him.

He reels back as if he saw a ghost, and collides gracelessly onto the floor.

Otto lowers his head. Tears wet his beard and he turns to the midwife, motioning to your sleeping boy, "get the child."

Daemon is numb.

"Assure that he is given a wetnurse and bring him to the queen."

"Yes, milord."

Your father stares at you for a moment longer, then looks at your pathetic husband. He feels bad. Momentarily. "Maester."

The maester comes to him, "Lord Hand."

"Clean my daughter's body-"

Daemon's eye twitches as he looks up.

"-and prepare her to be sent to Oldtown."

The maester turns to Daemon, and steps away instead of replying.

"You fucking CUNT!" he lunges at him.

Otto is shoved against the wall but Daemon releases him and drags him away when he topples atop you.

The prince looks over you in worry, before turning back to his enemy, "you will not FUCKING have her!"

Otto rubs his neck and scoffs, "and do you plan to have her rot here? In a chamber, waiting to be seen off, like your twins did for y—"

The sound of Dark Sister being drawn inspires the shrieks of all onlookers. Daemon hisses, pressing the sword against Otto's neck, hard enough that blood begins to whet the blade, "I'd fucking kill you, but reuniting you with your wife and daughter so soon would be too merciful," he scoffs, "or I mean, sending you to hell."

Otto grits his teeth and uses his arm to shrug the blade away. He grips his gashing wound.

"I will be your hell."

His lips curl, "and my daughter?"

Daemon turns to you, anger mangling into anguish, "I will send her off in the traditions of my ho-"

"She is from Oldtown."

"She is a Targaryen," he snaps at him.

Lord Hand grits his teeth, "she told me once before she wanted to be buried next to her mother and have Moonblooms—"

"That was before she was mine."

He chuckles dryly, "she's not fucking yours."

Daemon marches towards him, "she's my FUCKING—"

"Nephew."

The sun rises gently, shining softly upon the pink roses shrouding the garden. Aemond looks back. Whatever exhaustion he felt fades as he sees the smiling man approach him. He straightens and nods, "uncle."

Gwayne smiles brighter, "you did not stay awake this long to see me and Daeron, did you?"

He chuckles, lowering his gaze to this hands and he shakes his head, "no."

"Aha," the auburn haired man snorts, "I see," he motions to the flowers he held, "you must be in love."

Aemond looks up at him.

"Only a fool in love would wake at dawn to pick flowers for-"

The two turn when they hear pattering draw near. A gasp rips through the air after the movement comes to a stop.

Gwayne turns, looking down at the girl before him. Her silver hair shines with the light and her expression looks strikingly familiar. His lips curl, "you must be Aelina."

Aelina looks at the man. She finds the gentleness of his smile, the gleam of his eyes, the fire of his hair. She knits her brows at him, "who are you?"

The lord slowly crouches and offers him a smile, "I am Gwayne Hightower. I am your-"

"Mummy's half?" she gasps and drops her flowers, jumping forward to clutch his cheeks.

Gwayne chuckles, his heart swelling at the darling reaction of the girl. He wraps an arm around her, his smile turning into a pout when the Aelina begins to weep. The girl seems to be memorizing his face.

"You look like mummy," she whispers.

Her uncle chuckles, "indeed, my dear," he rubs her back, "how terrible to share her wretched face."

"NO!" Aelina squeals, "NO TERRIBLE!"

Gwayne pulls his head back, watching the weep like fountain beside them. His guilt overcomes him, and momentarily, she bares dark hair like you. But then he blinks and she's once again your daughter. "Forgive me, darling," he tentatively touches her shoulders.

She does not budge.

He sighs and picks a felled rose, putting it in his hair, "if you're anything like your mummy, you ought to look at me and grin."

Aelina scratches her eyes.

Gwayne smile, showing her the flower, "pretty?"

She nods slowly.

He sighs, "I did not mean to-"

Aelina jumps into his arms, embracing him tightly.

He grunts, rubbing her back as he holds her tightly against him.

She breathes deeply then sighs. She mumbles against his neck, her tears wetting his skin, "smell like her."

Gwayne hums, "do I smell like your mummy?"

Aelina sobs harder.

"Tah," he secures his arms around her, carrying her in his arms, "we ought to go to mummy now."

"You don't know, do you?" Aemond mutters.

He turns to him, "know what?"

The boy's expression falters, "did neither ser Arryk or ser Erryk find you? They were looking for you earlier."

"I saw no Cargyll twin on my way," he raises his brow, "why do you ask?"

Gwayne does not believe what Aemond tells him next until he sees you. Except he doesn't, he doesn't see you. He sees your husband and your father fighting over your corpse— nay, your... your body, which was bound in white fabric. He could not smell you at all, and he thinks what Aelina said, his heart breaking for her. Your scent was now only medicinal herbs and sterile maester tools. How was he to know if he was truly mourning his sister when there was no trace of you?

And as he wept at what would be your chest, his gaze angrily lifts to the men who could not stop screaming. They killed his twin, and still, they squabble over you with not a shred of respect.

"GWAYNE!" Otto yells, his red, bleary eyes unfortunately finding his, "you make the deciding decision for your sister funeral rites."

Daemon laughs dryly, his face red in rage and mourning, "of COURSE that little rat will fucking-"

"Burn her body," Gwayne straightens up, looking down at you.

They are both taken aback at his answer. Daemon grows smug as he looks at Otto; the latter's face hardens, "bu-"

"Then bury her ashes in Oldtown," he looks up, tears streaming down his face.

The two turn to Gwayne as he chokes out a sob.

"Had either of you truly loved her, you would have thought of this—"

Daemon immediately snaps, "how fucking DARE-"

"— and you wouldn't be fighting so eagerly in front of her."

The prince is frozen in his spot. Gwayne stares at him, and his face haunts him because he bears the same face of his lover. He looks away, "the boy."

Ah... the boy. The poor, motherless boy. "Your son?"

The words make Daemon flinch, "bring him to Oldtown with you."

Gwayne furrows his brow.

"Be warned," he looks up to his dead wife's twin, "he not only stole your sister, but as well stole my face."

Otto watches Daemon erratically pace on his spot.

The prince does not seem to know whether he wants to leave or stay.

Gwayne raises his brows. How sorry he feels for his sister's son whose father rejects him for being his mirror, for merely being how he was born. He wants to scream at Daemon, he wants to fight him and tell him he ought to be haunted, but in honor of you, he simply obliges. "Daeron will be glad of him."

"Yes," he wipes a tear, "Aelina was."

Gwayne watches Daemon leave. He watches Otto follow. He watches the maesters take your body. He watches the Cargyll twins rest you upon a pyre. He watches Caraxes incinerate you with no hesitation. He watches Aelina sob as your ashes are gathered into a golden urn. He watches Daeron hold your boy as he buries you, not beside your mother's grave, but in the garden that was once yours and always will be yours. He watches Moonblooms grow over the patch.

And on that same year, on his nameday, he lights one candle, because he cannot bare the idea of seeing two now that his half is gone.

[dreamsy990]

drew some of my fav ody designs! wasnt originally meant to be also replicating the styles but thats sort of just how my brain works. except i didnt copy the lineart styles of anyone here so its DEFINITELY a bit uncanny for a couple of these (LOOKING AT YOU QINNY IM SO SORRY) but whatever

the designs featured here (from left to right) belong to: me, @gigizetz, @neal-illustrator, @irunaki, @bigidiotenergytm, @qinnyanimation, and @foopsie-daisy

[arrowheadedbitch]

Thinking about the episode where Nessie Jr hatches and how Colonel Baird assumes that Ezekiel is goofing off so she gives him a job to do and he keeps trying to get that job out of the way as fast as he can so he can go back to the very important job he was doing.

There's so much to be said about that part of the episode!

The way colonel baird assumes he's goofing off, the way he doesn't even try to defend himself until after he's already finished the thing she was stopping him from doing, the way he only explains why he was on his phone after she's already scolded him multiple times, the way he HACKED a GOVERNMENT SATALITE from his CELL PHONE, the way he genuinely cares about the egg despite it being dumped on him because of the assumption that he isn't working on something worthwhile, the way he's genuinely upset that he almost killed the egg by accident, the way he doesn't realise a bunsen burner will kill the baby but knows how to HACK a SATALITE from his CELL PHONE, the way he doesn't really care that Baird kept him away from his important work because of an assumption, the way he never tries to curb her assumption, the way he's only annoyed and really only mildly scolds her for making him take longer to figure out the other's were in big trouble, the way that this episode deeply effects how Baird sees Ezekiel, there's just so much to be said

[nukacourier]

Mentally calling Arcade a dumbass for this like I'm not the one writing him being a complete fool

[springcatalyst]

its honestly impressive how every single person employed by this university is a useless stupid cunt

[fadeintoyou1993]

so.

[sydmarch]

god or whatever truly had to nerf me for my own good by making me 5'2 & afab the whole "deescalate things, let people down politely, etc" act absolutely does not vibe w my personality & is just a response to misogyny if I had been born a large & intimidating guy I'd surely either be in jail for assault or like stabbed in a knife fight by now

[todayisafridaynight]

Dude ur cosplays are genuinely so good 😭. I don't think I could cosplay anyone from RGG because I look too fem for it, but you're killing it!

AW thanks fam that means a lot :']] tbh if you really want to cosplay a character, you should go for it! even if you dont plan to go anywhere or do anything crazy, even just putting on the outfits is pretty fun :]

[twinktorturer]

urgh im screwing everything in university up lately and it has me feeling like such a fucking idiot

[pissfizz]

I’m going to lose my mind oh my god I am so scared for this quincenera wtf

[orcelito]

Planning out my outfit for my concert shit. I think I've got good pants for it, maybe got shoes for it. Gonna look for a blouse tomorrow + possibly some new shoes. Bc the maybe-shoes are those shoes I got for the suit that I HATE. They gave me such terrible blisters. And I think the pants I have would look better with some kind of heel. But if I don't find anything good I can just use those flats. And for the blouse, it's gotta be black and long sleeve and also have enough flexibility to not restrict my playing. Flexible Clothes. All the better to play a funky little tune in.

On top of that tho I've got several assignments I gotta do this week. Gotta make a wireframe prototype for my web app for web programming class. Tonight, really. Bc the official thing is due Sunday but I gotta get it reviewed by classmate(s) (and also review someone else's, too), so better to have that done sooner rather than later. There's also a lab for my C programming class due on Friday, which I need to have done before the end of lab so I can get it checked off. Gonna try to get most of it done tomorrow night, if not all of it, so that I can just go into lab and get it checked off and then LEAVE. Bc if I stay the full lab I will have less than an hour b4 I gotta be at the venue for sound check. And I really would prefer to have more time before that. Tbh the lab probably won't take TOO much work, since it's just using recursion to make a lil maze solver thing. Not too many lines of code, since the recursion does a lot of that. The tricky part is actually figuring out the logic for it properly. But I took good notes on it when my professor talked about it in class so MAYBE I didn't attend the last 2 labs and MAYBE I haven't even started the thing. But it's ok. Fuck it we ball. And ON TOP OF THAT... the assignments, the orchestra prep, etc... I also wanna clean my apartment some, probably on Friday morning, bc nonzero chance of visitors after the concert. Not for long if they do come in. But Still.... #Embarrassed. It's not as bad as it was b4 bc thankfully I did manage to do my dishes. But there's still some things I should get cleaned up.

AND THEN...!!!!!!!!!!

Well I mentioned the prototype thing. I gotta review someone else's prototype, and I also need to update my own prototype depending on what people say about mine. Tbh I'm kinda planning on doing a lower-effort version to start with (instead of trying to make it perfect from the start) so that it'll hopefully be easier to adjust the prototype to whatever the advice is & make it seem like an actual improvement. There's also a presentation over this thing, which thankfully I'm presenting on... Wednesday, I think? But I gotta have the slides submitted I Think Sunday night (when the prototype itself is due). So I gotta prep the presentation alongside prepping the prototype. AND I have a lab for this same class due on Sunday too, so I'm a busy bee!!

And ON TOP OF ALL THAT, I have a midterm exam in-class on Wednesday for my C programming class (same day as the web programming presentation, ugh 🙄), a presentation for my quality engineering in IT class on Thursday (over ISO 9001 quality standard), AND a paper for that presentation's content due on..Friday, I think? It's a group presentation/paper, same group I worked with last time, which Thankfully they can pull their own weight. It's just more to do lol.

God. I'm being worked to the bone, actually. Feels like everything is happening all at once. But then I remember that it's midterms time and I have spring break the week after next. And I'm like. OK, that makes sense.

Just gotta survive the next week and a half... lol...

[oddly-informed-raven]

Listening to Girl in Red's i wanna be your girlfriend on repeat in my room alone rn. No reason. Just for funsies.

[daddy-socrates]

still waiting on my last professor to get the letters of recommendation in. the due date for all 4 is in 5 days. if i get auto-rejected from programs because he doesn't get those letters in that he said over a month ago that he would do, ill be devastated.

[stupid-sexy-bishop]

kittens are terrifying. like what if it breaks. what if I breathe too hard. Far less intimidating to hang out with Saber Tooth Descendant Squankles McGee you just have to be respectful and quiet or he'll bite you

[nejiverse]

‘FLYING OBJECTS’ AND THEIR BIG MOUTHS..

Kinich, Ifa

In which Ajaw and Cacucu reveal all their partners’ hidden feelings. Fem! Reader

cw: kissing, hope they arent ooc🥹

1104 words

Y/n was walking a good few steps ahead of Kinich and Ajaw, humming a tune Kinich couldn’t quite put his finger on, but he would soon find out that was the least of his worries.

Ajaw, who was always looking for something to pester Kinich about, noticed how the male threw multiple side glances at Y/n's retreating figure.

At this, a sly grin spread across his face.

"Oho what's this?", Ajaw echoed suddenly, loud enough to make a few qucusauri frantically scatter.

"Is our proud warrior tripping over his own feet just watching her walk?!".

Kinich rolled his eyes and swatted ajaw away but to no surprise he came right back.

What he said wasnt completely off the mark, but it wasnt just her walk. It was her posture, the way she carried herself, and most especially the way she would quickly glance back to make sure they werent too far behind, accompanied with that small smile that if interpreted into words would say 'im glad youre still there'.

Kinich would find himself counting down the minutes until she would give him another quick glance.

"I'm not, now stop annoying me", he scoffed.

"You so are! I'm telling Y/n~", he sang as he made his way to her side before Kinich could even attempt to grab him.

Kinich swore to himself that after today, Ajaw would never see the light of day again as he hurried to catch up to the two, now only a few steps behind the girl.

"I will end you", he mouthed as to not attract Y/n's attention but Ajaw was unfazed.

Being by Y/n's side gave Ajaw confidence to say whatever he wanted. After all, Kinich would never do anything rash in front of her.

"Honestly, it's adorable", the dragon lord mocked. "If you write Y/n a poem i'm absolutely reading that out loud!", he snickered.

Y/n laughed at Ajaw's antics. "A poem you say?", Y/n turned around now walking backwards. "If you write me one I expect a dramatic delivery! Bonus points if you pathetically cry halfway through", she teased.

Kinich folded his arms. "If I were to write a poem it’d be about someone who steals my food and calls it bonding".

He didnt miss a step, but inwardly he was pleading ajaw wouldnt take it further than he already had.

"See? he hates me!", Y/n frowned. “And it’s not stealing...its tactical aquiring..".

"Actually, lover boy over here has a huuuuge crush on you!".

"Quit it ajaw—", after he saw Kinich's hand coming out to grab him, he swiftly manoeuvred to Y/n's other shoulder.

"Like a trip-over-your-own-feet, cant-look-her-in-the-eye, i-hope-she-doesnt-think-im-being-too-cold kind of crush!".

Y/n stopped in her tracks and closed what little distance was between them, her eyes meeting his own. "Really?".

Kinich was quick to avert his gaze.

"You know how Ajaw can be—"

He was cut off when her hand combed back the hair at his ears, a red tint now coating them.

They two had known each other for a long time, she knew all his tells.

He grunted in embarrassment, eyebrow twitching involuntarily.

Y/n placed her hands at either side of his face ultimately forcing them to make eye contact.

"Is it true Kinich? Your answer will determine what I do next".

What should he do? Just say no and play it off as ajaw being a nuisance? Or maybe not answer at all? Or—

"..yes", he said at last, gritted and honest. "It’s true".

And without another word, she placed a kiss on his lips.

Ajaw huffed. "Bleh. so much for light teasing and tragic denial".

Y/n was helping out Ifa with the saurians when Cacucu blurted. "Yo, bro Ifa has a crush".

Ifa nearly choked on air, internally cursing Citlali.

It was only yesterday, after Citlali had figured him out that he went home muttering to himself and had no idea Cacucu could hear him. "I have a crush on Y/n? How could she even know that?”.

He noted to himself to keep his schizophrenia in his head.

Ifa ran a hand through his hair. "That was supposed to stay between me and the cold side of the clinic tent Cacucu..". And also Citlali but that part was against his will.

Y/n perked up like a tepetlisaurus. "Wait—hold on. Hold on. You have a crush? On who? I wanna know!".

Ifa pointed a finger at Cacucu. "Just so you know, you’re banned from talking until moulting season".

"Ifa has a crush on Y/n!". Why cacucu kept going was beyond Ifa, he felt simply betrayed.

"Cool, love that for me", he muttered with a dry voice.

"Wait..me?", she pointed at herself in disbelief.

Ifa had a lopsided grin. "Yeah its you. Obviously. I mean, you’re out here tending to saurians with me, laughing at my awful jokes, making the hatchlings fall asleep with your voice, and im just supposed to not feel something?".

The pair's conversation was cut short when Ororon bursted into the clinic blabbering about how he messed up and how Citlali was gonna kill him.

So a short while later when the noise had settled down and Ifa and Y/n had finished up for the day, the two sat down against a tree, the last stretch of Natlan’s sunlight making its final appearance.

"Sorry about earlier", Ifa rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm just so used to fixing things, not feeling them", he admitted.

Y/n gave him a reassuring smile. "Well you're doing okay so far", she nodded. "And besides, it adds to your boyish charm", she teased.

Ifa chuckled softly. "Yeah?".

"Yeah".

There's a pause — soft, steady. The kind of silence that feels like it's holding its breath.

Ifa studied her face like he's still not sure he's allowed to want this. His fingers brushed up along her wrist, feather-light, as he leaned in just a little closer.

"...Can I?", he said with a low voice, almost unsure.

He raised up his hand, careful, fingers curling just under her chin to tilt her face up. His gaze flickered between her eyes and her lips.

"You're really asking? After all that?".

She laughed softly, and the sound is so gentle it tugs something loose in his chest. Her hand moved to cover his, holding it in place under her chin. "You better."

And that's all he needs.

If only she knew how long he had been waiting to do that.

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