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Now that the People of Natlan can Leave...

This has spoilers for Natlan 5.3, come back once you've finished!

Okay so, now that the people of Natlan are able to leave their nation with the permission of their tribe leaders….can you image how much more Aether’s (I use Aether personally) legend is going to fucking IMPLODE? We know Mualani wants to go to Fontaine, in which Navia and Lyney will be all too happy to spout all he had done for them in their time of need.

For them to get to Liyue where Kachina wants to go, they have to go through Sumeru, which many people will be willing to explain what Aether had done for them. I mean, Nahida isn’t going to be shy about it, Collei is all too happy to explain all that was done. And Al-Haitham will just tell them bluntly. In Liyue we have so many others there willing to tell them about all the stuff Aether has done, taking them to where the Jade Chamber is and explaining all that was done on it. A certain Funeral Consultant might even tell them to seek Aether’s closest confidante, the last living Yaksha so they might tell him the story of the Three Heroes of Natlan and the Hero who Means Hope; Tumaini.

And then they hear about how his journey started in Mondstadt and well, they are right there so they go and experience the land of Freedom and where his journey first began!

As for Inazuma…Well, Kokomi is certainly willing to bring them over and Itto is going to hound them for all the good stories.

Mualani and Kachina are going to have STORIES for the People of Natlan about one of their greatest heroes when they come back.

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Did anyone get the Detective Dantes CE? I wish to look at it and see the text. I'm trying to collect it but uh... I shelled out 100 quartz thinking it would be easy

(for my efforts I got Ruler Amakusa (whom I fear even though I dont know him I'm just scared of him) instead. You truly attract what you fear... orz)

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Okay but hear me out, they use Descendants songs. The one that wins them first place is What’s my Name with Epel being Uma and Deuce being Harry Hook. Ideally it would have been Yuu as Uma and Ace as Harry, but eh.

They then decide to fuck around and make Ways to be Wicked and Rotten to the Core with Ortho’s drone. I don’t know who would be who but it would let all of them shine. When Vil’s dad asked them if they where willing to help him with his new promotional, they mentioned they made 2 more songs and recorded videos, they didn’t send them in cause they where just messing around. He asks to see them and they say sure, not to sure as to why he wants them.

They too, go viral on TwistTube with people thinking that there is a potential coming of age movie behind the videos.

The firs years simply are wondering they’ll get more money out of these videos for the vacation fund.

Vil is tearing his fucking hair out at this.

the first-years accidentally enter a Sage's Island singing competition, because yuu saw the words "participation money" on the poster and signed them up immediately because the vacation fund, you guys, THE VACATION FUND-- (different au from the restaurant, btw)

the contest is through video submissions, so yuu brings all the first-year together to pump out a semi-decent, story-driven music video (think "last friday night" by katy perry -- a mix of story cutscenes and actual dancing). they used to dabble in making original music back home, so they write up a quick, catchy song, and assign everyone their roles.

after the whole fairy gala thing, jack and ortho are very adept at making walking/flying look fabulous, and so they're the main stars for the acting segments. ortho is also in charge of the technical parts: providing equipment, editing, etc. jack is very embarrassed over the idea of being in a music video that a bunch of people will see, but after he sees leona eat a mouse off the floor because he was too lazy to pick up the plate of food ruggie left for him, he decides he really needs his vacation as soon as possible. same for ortho, except he had to watch idia heat up a cup of ramen, drop the whole thing on the ground, and then proceed to still eat it anyway.

since ace actually knows what people like, he's in charge of planning and directing the choreography and writing the story. he's a little bitchy about it, but he's good at what he does, and not nearly as bad as vil, so... little mercies.

being strong enough to carry the heavy equipment, sebek is the one in charge of actually recording the video itself. he's ALSO in charge of making the costumes, being the only one with enough determination to study for five nights straight on modern fashion trends and... y'know, being the only person out of the seven who knows how to sew, lol. being the emotional, sensitive guy he is, he's also in charge of the lighting and the overall aesthetic of the video, knowing exactly which elements will evoke what response in people (aka, he throws a bunch of things at the wall and sees which one makes him cry the hardest). don't worry-- yuu keeps him from plastering malleus's face all over it.

that leaves epel and deuce to be the dancers. luckily, the choreography isn't nearly as... bubblegum pop, i guess, as "absolutely beautiful", so it doesn't take a whole lot of convincing for them to do it. deuce, like jack and ortho, isn't entirely sure of being on camera, but then trey gets called back to the queendom by a family emergency, and the whole dorm goes to shit and somehow catches on fire, soooooo...

at the end, they submit their video, and grab their participation money. and they honestly think that's the end of it...

...until they get an email saying they won first place, the video blows up on TwistTube, articles start getting written analyzing the metaphors and complex story in the video, and now eric venue is coming to sage's island to see if they'd be willing to do a promotional music video for a movie he's producing.

uhhhhh... whoops?

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pls can you give us some fem chubby reader hcs? thank you so much and i hope you will have all the ssrs you wish 🥺🙏

+ Since this request and the others feel similar for me, I combined them into one! Also I haven't written anything for a long time, wwww. All NRC students, excluding Ortho my precious child, are involved here. +

Gentle, chubby fem reader. Also used 'thicc' as a synonym for chubby.

Chubby Reader MC X Twisted Wonderland men.

Not beta read.

Your unique looks and gentle demeanor are what initially draws them to you. Your gentle voice is the exact opposite of his nagging mother, and your chubby body just radiates warmth, that's why perhaps Riddle seeks your company out, albeit secretly. He doesn't want you to know your praises are soothing to his ears.

Cater initially wanted to tease you, but a quick pout in his direction got the son of the Diamond family trembling on his knees. Oh, you're the very definition of cute, you're adorable, for even if he doesn't like 'cute' things, you're an exception.

You always wondered why Trey brings you baked goods. Cakes, brownies, red velvets, anything he bakes he will give it to you. You voiced out your insecurity once that you'll gain weight, but Trey is quick to reassure you with the gentle caresses of his big hands on your waist that you look absolutely beautiful.

If you meet Deuce when he's in his delinquent phase, then perhaps he would bully you because of bad peer influence, but he is now a changed man. He is a supportive friend and loves it when he can feel your presence with him, you just radiate a warmth that he cannot explain. Once you hugged him, as a sign of your affection, his face pressed into your plump chest, Deuce exploded into a stuttering, blushing mess.

Oh dear, when Ace saw you hugging Deuce, he is quick to be on your side, exasperatedly asking why can't you do that to him too. It's unfair, y'know? He's one of the people to first befriend you! Tsk. Ace's hands will always hover over you as if resisting the urge to touch you everywhere. Once you hugged Ace, his face pressed on your soft chest, he'll sigh and sent Deuce an arrogant, victory smirk. Just like that, chaos will ensue.

Ruggie is fascinated with you, you look so plump, so cute, and he adores it. You're kind to him too, always sharing your food with him, and with your gentle demeanor, you never raised your voice unprovoked. Pet him once and Ruggie turns into an obedient hyena ready to act on your command.

Beastmen loves meat, and prefer meat over bones. You always wonder if somehow, Leona will eat you. The Prince of the Sunset Savannah always shamelessly rakes his eyes over your form. Lashes fluttering as he looks at you up and down. Frankly, it made you insecure, because why would he do this? The answer will come in the way he would grab you in the Botanical garden, making you plop on the ground as he put his head on your thighs, acting as his pillow. Leona will never tell you, but your softness and gentleness always lull him into his much-needed sleep, also, he may or may not accidentally grope your tiddies. What? Feline creatures like him are fascinated by round things.

He will never tell, but you make Jack nervous. He can't help it! You once sat behind him and absentmindedly grabbed his fluffy tail as he saw you pressed it into your cheeks, and Jack almost had a heart attack. He loves the way you're so plump it makes him want to protect you with his muscular form.

Azul once ask if you wanted a piece of diet advice, out of the good of his own heart, or maybe not. You can't tell if he's being serious, but if you accept it or decline, Azul is still quick to praise your efforts while accepting that land creatures have different body types. Besides he prefers you're plumpness, it makes him feel something. He is quite concerned, and he won't tell but he fears that you'll get bullied too. You reassure him that you're alright. Once Azul caught wind of a student who throws unexpected backhanded compliments in your way, said student ended up at the bottom of the barrel. Fear not, Azul will offer you a contract that will make you require his protection. And no, it's not his excuse to make you rely on him because it feeds his ego. No, Azul will deny it, yet his tentacles coming alive is the opposite indication.

If you crave something and somehow it ends up in front of you, Jade is most likely the mastermind behind it. Don't you know that eels love soft things? A hand on your thigh, gently squeezing as you sat beside him, or a caress of your waist as Jade hovers over you. One time Jade is wiping the glasses when you leaned over the countertop, your full and bouncy chest pressing over the bar, tired and out of your wits, you let out a satisfying yawn. Mouth wide open as you tried to fight your drowsiness. Only to jerk up in surprise at the sound of glasses breaking. Alert, you saw Jade smiling at you, yet his eyes are closed. "Please don't worry, I just had to release the tension somewhere else," Jade said as he pats your head. Though you're confused, you let that one slide even though you saw fragments of glasses in his hand. Tsk, you have no idea just what you do to poor Jade, don't you?

You can't figure out Floyd, he's an enigma. But if there's one thing he loves, it's squeezing the life out of your body. "You're so soft," Floyd would lovingly sigh, resting his head on your shoulder, as you're entangled in his arms. One of his famous mood swings came with a peculiar request, he ask you to squeeze his head using your thighs. Of course, you declined, that is embarrassing! Bad take, Floyd looms over your body as he tried to intimidate you. It can only go on one thing: When you decline Floyd would forcefully part your legs, then will lovingly wrap them around his neck. Making you get stuck in an awkward, shameless position with him. You're a mess because your thighs are choking him! And yet, you just can't find it in your heart to reprimand the clingy and moody eel.

Kalim is a ray of sunshine, and you will always find yourself hugging the little man. His face brightens as you return his affection. And he, for some reason, likes to bury his face on your chest. If Kalim is feeling sad, you're the first person he'll go to. Please comfort him, put his head lovingly on your chest and he will be in a good mood again.

It's peculiar the way Jamil seeks your attention. At one-moment he'll treat you like how he treats everyone else, then the next he will put an arm on your thigh, absentmindedly caressing as you sat beside him at one of Scarabia's party. You heard Jamil humming once, and goodness, his voice is utterly angelic that you can't help but coo and throw praises in his way. That day, unbeknownst to you, Jamil is blushing hard under his hoodie basking in your body warmth and kindness. Praise him more, will you?

With you're physique, you're at odds with Vil. A model who sought to be the fairest of them all. Most often than not, Vil will recommend diet regimens, telling you to exercise more and whatnot, sometimes he comes off as arrogant and nagging, much like Azul. It is quite exhausting dealing with him, yet once you truly show Vil that you love your body, then he will leave you alone. Vil supposes that there's a charm in your chubby physique. He found himself wondering what it feels like to be the center of your affection seeing that you can only gently reprimand him, and you return his rude gestures with kindness. Oh, potato, you're too good for their world. Yet, those are just wandering thoughts for the Vil Schoenheit, but he will stand up for you if one of his acquaintances, from the industry or the school, insults you, he won't tolerate it. That person will get fired the very next day or will face the wrath of the most beautiful man in the world.

Your relationship with Rook is really interesting. The Hunter will love chasing you! And it just creeps you out a tiny bit when he found out your exact measurements. Expect hugs from him, from behind, from the front. You wonder if it's his hands you feel ghosting over your ass, but not outright touching inappropriately. You will find random poems about you, and how you're the goddess of fertility, ah, the typical hunter.

Epel will go crazy about your shape. Women in their village are quite fleshy, and Epel loves your curves. You have a busty chest, plump thighs, and a rounded butt, what more can he ask for? You're the perfect one for this manly man. Just pay attention to him, m'kay? Don't call him cute, or you will find yourself succumbing to his deadly cuteness.

Idia is losing sleep over you. You praise him, saying that you love his hair. You're kind, you don't push him out of his comfort zone, and above all of that? You're 'thicc af' for him. You caught him staring at you for quite a while, and when you told him that, Idia's hair quickly went up in red flames, and he's running back inside his room. Gosh, he's losing his mind! Ffs! He dropped his tablet when he realized that his search history includes... quite vulgar, peculiar searches about anime characters with chubby body shapes like you. Man, Idia wouldn't mind if you choked him with your thicc thighs. Idia almost slammed his head on his table, Damn, he's down bad for you.

Faeries love fertile things. With your busty chest, wide hips, thick thighs, and a plump butt, you're body is the definition of fertility, perfect for bearing a child. Malleus doesn't care at first, he could not help but scoff as you shyly hide your plump body away from him. You can't help the insecurity simmering in your belly, like Vil, Leona, and even Idia, Malleus is just too good-looking, and he's tall too. The Prince of Fae will remind you just how desirable you look, though it's just a shame you always miss his remarks about how truly he adores your body. You also have a gentle demeanor, much like how one would associate the shape of round with kindness, you have no sharp edges to your personality. As your friendship deepens, Malleus finds comfort in your warmth, especially when you hug him and caressed his head. Just don't let your hands wander too much it ends up on his horns, or you will find a possessive dragon hovering above you in your bed.

For some reason, Lilia always ends up pressing his tiny head over your chest. This little old faerie will excitedly float above you, then will accidentally land on your boobs. His face squished between your two mounds. You eventually get used to it, and you can't help but feel that Lilia is treating you like a... teddy bear, with how much he loves to hold your body. Lilia tells you it's because, in Briar Valley, the fae race doesn't have many interesting body shapes like yours, they're all slender and tall, or small and quite thin, choosing to display that even though they have the power to change forms anyway. Don't be insecure! Lilia wonders how would your thighs look like with a bite mark on them.

Sebek is bursting red, literally. Human! How dare you have such a voluptuous figure that looks delicious to the eyes of fae?! Every time he talks to you, he needs to focus on your face, but it's like Sebek wants to smack himself for staring at your busty chest instead. He will randomly scream once he finds out how much he wishes to lay his head on your thighs.

For Silver, you're the perfect pillow. Please don't get him wrong, Silver adores your softness. Your big boobs are the perfect pillows for him, as with your thighs. Rest his head on your chest, as you play with his hair and he will fall asleep within seconds, your gentle heartbeat lulling him to peacefulness. And if Silver catches people bad-mouthing your appearance? He will wake up, and defend you like the knight in shining armor that he is.

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Notes: Part 1 strictly refers to the period between game launch and The Grand Temple of Time: Solomon. EoR strictly refers to the period between the Shinjuku and Salem singularities. The early Lostbelt Arc strictly refers to the period between the Lostbelt Prologue and Olympus. For the purposes of this survey, Heian Kyo onwards is currently referred to as the later Lostbelt Arc. (Edited.)

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I'm interested to see your queerplatonic headcannons for the dorm leaders ❤❤❤

I'm taking this as a request :)

Riddle

• Riddle loves you so much :)

• Your bonding time is taking care of the hedgehogs and flamingos in the Heartslabyul dorm. He has this softness to him when he’s tending to a prickle of hedgehogs.

• You two have platonic dates! The both of you travel to the town on the island and try out different imports of teas and desserts.

• He takes you to the Land of Pyroxene to do the same thing, and he shows you some local places that Trey, Che’nya and him visited as a kid.

• He’s a swing boy, I just know he is.

 - At an old playground you both sit down on the swings as the sun sets in front of you. You entwine your hand with his and watch as the the sky turns a beautiful shade of dark blue.

Leona Kingscholar

• Prickly man is going to remain prickly in every relationship he forms. But he’s nicer to his friends than he is his acquaintances. But he shows it in the smallest of ways. There’s the obvious invitations to skip classes and nap with him, but he won’t force you unless he feels like you’ve been pushing yourself too hard.

• Leona is the friend to read you like a book and coach your life, he does it out of care, he really does. But it comes across as pushy, and with a “holier than thou” attitude. You two once got in a fight over this, but once you both understood where the other was coming from the problem was resolved entirely. Leona now takes a softer approach to telling you things and giving advice.

• Make this man a meat-filled lunch and he’s getting off his ass to transfer you to Savanaclaw. He wants you cooking for him day-in and day-out now. You gotta do it now. Sorry, I don’t make the rules.

Azul Ashengrotto

•  Azul shows you his prized coin collection. He tells you all he knows about coins, and makes sure to tell you how to take care of them if you ever come into possession of some. He gives you some to start your own collection.

• He is going to show you some recipes from his mom’s restaurant. Especially the fried chicken.

• You have some movie nights with Azul and the twins’ and you all gorge yourselves on home-cooked food.

• Azul will end another student’s school life for you. He’ll of course coerce them into a contract, and even the twins’ will join in on the fun. Nothing will hurt his first land-friend.

• If you ever make a contract with him the conditions are much more fair, and sometimes the conditions are something like “let me treat you to dinner.” Only the best for his friend <3

Kalim Al-Asim

• Sunshine child. Even just being near him will cheer you up and he knows it. He takes full advantage of being the golden retriever of NRC and goes above and beyond for you.

• You must get along with Jamil though. No exceptions.

• He’ll hold feasts for everything in your friendship. Your first year anniversary? He’s planned a non-stop party until dawn. You got a good grade in one of your classes? Kalim is preparing for a feast fit for a king.

• While he’s material when it comes to showing gratitude, Kalim is actually very fond of quality time. He’ll want to do anything with you and your friends. He’ll join you and the first years on anything. You’re going to a cafe in the Land of Pyroxene, he’s tagging along! Cater recommended a really good restaurant nearby, so he’ll take you all there too!

• Kalim is especially fond of magic carpet rides. After awhile the magic carpet acts like a big ‘ole dog towards you and Grim. He likes the wind in his hair, the sound of his earrings jangling in the wind, and he especially likes holding your hand on these rides. The night always ends with you fixing each other’s hair and taking a nap together.

Vil Schoenheit 

• He cares about you so much. 

• Vil knows he can indulge in his childish side with you, and he’s forever grateful that you understand and don’t judge him.

• Vil considers you one of his safe spaces. With you he can afford to unwind, away from prying eyes. He doesn’t have to be “Vil Schoenheit, world-class actor and model.” With you he’s just “Vil”. Something he can’t have as often as he would like.

• I know everyone says it, but spa days are a must with Vil. He’s getting you the best moisturizers, the best shampoo and hair treatments, he’s doing manicures with you while you have face masks and cucumbers over your eyes. You two are going to be the best-looking people at NRC and he will do everything in his power to ensure that.

• He invites you to the Film Club! Whether you want to act in one of their films or stand behind the camera helping out, it doesn’t matter. You now have a VIP pass to all their meetings. And if you don’t want to join the club you become an unofficial member.

Idia Shroud

• You two are gamers (affectionate)

• He sets you up with a state of the art phone and installs all the games he has on his onto yours, now you two can play together :)

• He’ll let you chill in his room. A rare privilege to take advantage of.

• Since it’s so cold in his room he’ll let you borrow one of his hoodies or jackets. They’re super warm and he knows it. Though he’ll be incredibly flustered giving it to you.

• Idia likes to lay on your stomach and watch some anime, play a game on his handheld or phone, or just listen to music. Once again, it’s about the quality time shared.

• Ortho has become your unofficial younger brother. He adores you! He’s never seen Idia so happy at NRC before, and he’s glad you’ve made him change for the better :)

• If it’s for you, Idia will even help tutor you in some new-world subjects you don’t yet understand. And once he builds up enough courage he’ll start attending school in-person at lunch to eat with you in the courtyard or the Ignihyde common room.

Malleus Draconia

• He feels such a deep love for you, his first ever friend. Love isn’t always romantic, but his love is just as deep as how most perceive romantic love.

• You two spend platonic dates teaching Malleus about modern technology and how much the world has changed, while he’ll show you what you don’t yet know about the world.

• His gestures are grand, as we see in the Scary Monsters event he goes above and beyond. This translates over into everything he does for/with you.

• Other platonic dates involve the both of you going ruin exploring and gargoyle watching! You understand not everyone listens to what he says when he talks about gargoyles so you want to show you care by listening. He appreciates it so much, even if you’re not interested in the actual history of gargoyles he appreciates your little nods and comments, along with your questions for him to engage with him.

• After awhile, Sebek and Silver start to actually befriend Malleus instead of just regarding themelves as his retainers and nothing more.

• You’ve made a profound change in this dragon.

Phew. That was long. Can you tell I ran out of ideas at the end? Well, besides that, this is the first appearance of the headers @irl-epel made for me. Thank you so much, friend :)

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Beware the Fire that Burns Bright

The chess board had been laid out, all pieces carefully laid except for a few.

The three masterminds now held the white pieces in this life, they took the initiative and they would end the Dance before it even had a chance to begin.

House Targaryen is the only house to fell House Targaryen.

Poor little Towers.

Your ambition poisoned the half breeds, but these three are built from fire and from pain.

They will fell your tower before it has a chance to light its flame.

For they hold much fire in their hearts, and skill one could only dream of ever obtaining.

Lucerys died in Storms End, a meal for Vhgar and his uncle's darkened heart. 

Lucerys died willingly, defending what he loved the most despite the pain hidden within him. 

Lucerys was now walking aimlessly on the beach of Driftmark, unsure of what was to come or what they would do in the coming days. 

All he knew is that he was in hell. 

He had lived, died, lived again and then had died again/ 

Betrayed by his own kin, betrayed by the one person he thought to call upon in a time of need and now…what does he have to show for it? 

He was back here, the night he had taken Aemond’s eye, with the task of stopping the Dance in which occurred after his demise to said boy. 

He wanted to scream to the heavens, curse them with all his might and kill himself out of spite itself. 

But he didn’t, instead he had demanded Alicent to take his eyes so that his Uncle’s rage might be quelled somewhat. 

He had walked up to her when she had taken his Grandsires dagger, the woman had stopped short when he did so panting and he tilted his head up and demanded the eye be taken. 

He had not reacted, nor cried out when he hand gripped his chin and wrenched it up, poised dagger ready to take his eyes as he stared at her in longing. 

Do it, he had begged with his eyes. 

End this chapter of his life that haunted him up until the moment he died. 

…But she didn’t 

She fucking pushed him away, crying out as if SHE was the one in pain; begging for forgiveness as drops of blood poured out from under his eye like tears. 

Jacaerys and Joffrey did nothing, not cry out nor did they try and stop Luke for they too; he could tell, had come back. 

“Do not mourn me, mother,” Aemond spoke, still sitting upon his chair. “I lost an eye, but I gained a Dragon.” 

“...Heh..” Lucerys smirked, Aemond turning to him with a narrowed eye before lunging forward as Lucerys took the dagger from Alicent’s grip and turned it on himself. 

“LUKE,” his mother called as Aemond grabbed Lucerys’ arm. 

“What are you doing?” He hissed, people screaming around them as Alicent begged for Luke to stop this madness; no more blood needed to be spilled. 

“I maimed you,” Luke laughed, eyes wide and heart racing as he brought the tip closer and closer to his eye. “It is only fair I pay you back-” 

“ENOUGH,” Corlys and Viserys boomed in tandem, Ser Harrlod knocked Lucerys to the ground with an apologetic look as Erryk and Arryk grabbed the boy. 

“Send Prince Lucerys to his bedchambers and make sure anything dangerous is taken out. Have two guards posted and send the rest to their beds….now,’ Viserys boomed, people rushing out as he commanded the older members of his family to stay, Alicent sobbing on the ground as she begged for Lucerys not to take out his eye. 

What a weak willed woman, Lucerys thought as he marched to his chambers with a small army of guards watching his every movement. 

Ser Harrold had sat him upon a chair as the room was searched for any and everything that could be used to take out his own eye before they left, Lucerys informed that he would be called in the morning. 

They left him alone and he soon snuck out the window, unsure of what the gods wanted from him or his brothers. 

Especially if he had to work with them. 

He fucking hated both Jacaerys and Joffrey, especially Joffrey for the pain they inflicted on him in his last life. 

Joffrey…just thinking of him made his blood boil…

But he was unable to act on it now, his brother was merely three at the moment while he himself was seven, can’t be seen beating up a toddler after all. 

But, if anything, he was determined to make sure the debt was paid. 

And so his feet took him to the lumbering form of Vhgar, flashes of the stormy night and the breaking of clouds had him stumbling in his steps as he worked his way down the sand dune, a small figure beside the sleeping Dragon. 

In an instant they turned, a single violet eye gleaming in the moonlight as it narrowed in hatred and anger toward the younger boy approaching. 

“Come to finish me off have you,” he demanded, Vhagar shifting as she felt her rider's anger. 

“...No,” Lucerys admitted, looking at the beginnings of hatred that had sprung from that very night. 

``And pray tell what are you here for,” Aemond demanded. “Surely there are guards all around us-” 

“I came alone…and this is a most fortunate opportunity,” Lucerys admitted, taking out the knife he still had on him and tossing it to his uncle's feet. “...Take the debt.” 

“....You're mad.” Aemond whispered, looking from the knife to him. 

“I owe you a debt,” Lucerys began, stepping forward and prompting his uncle to take up the blade. “And I will not deny you it. Be it now or later. But I would much prefer it to be now. Bury this chapter and…begin anew.” 

A plea that only Lucerys knew it’s true weight too. 

“...Why?” 

“You claimed Vhagar like all others of our house have done it before, you have done it fairly and it was unjust of me to claim otherwise….I am sorry,’ Lucerys poured out all his guilt from his many years of life in this moment. “I am sorry that I had taken your eye, I did not know what I was supposed to do,” he wept, tears pouring down his face. “But I am asking you to claim the debt for all the years that I have been going alone with Aegon and Jace. From all the stupid pranks to the brazen insults that I spewed at you-” 

‘You gave me a pig,” Aemond boomed, Vhagar’s eyes snapping open at her Rider’s anger. “You mocked me! Belittled me! Made me feel as if I am not a Dragon, when I am more than both you and Jace.” 

‘And I am sorry. I am sorry that I took part in it at all. I am too old for Joffrey, yet to young for you all. Where was I supposed to go Aemond,” Lucerys begged as he allowed Aemond to grab his face, knife under his eye. “I did not want to be alone, I wanted to be close but I chose the wrong people…and for the hurt I caused I am sorry!” 

“As if,” he scoffed, pushing the blade down on the side that was not marred by his mother wielding a blade. “So long as you and your mother stay in the Red Keep I am invisible,” Aemond snarled. “You are more the son of the King then I am so long as you hold his precious eldests blood within you!” 

Lucerys closed his eyes, knowing it was true. 

So long as his mother lived, he would be the apple of his Grandfather’s eyes; so long as Rhaenyra was in his world, it is all Viserys sees. But at the expense of his own child who he condemned to a life of being second fiddle to his grandchildren? 

His grandfather was indeed a cruel man. 

“We are family, and I cannot stop how grandfather feels; but I never wanted to make you feel like an outcast in the family you belong too…if it would be better if I left…” he murmured, relaxing as the blade pressed harder into his flesh before it vanished. 

“...When did you get so smart?” Aemond demanded, pocketing the knife and stepping back; Lucerys sighing as he realized his eye would not be taken. 

“I am not sure it best to let you know,” Lucerys decided one, crossing his arms as he looked up at the sky. 

He could not bear to look at Vhgar any more. 

“... I still want a debt, but…I will not maim you; nor will I allow you to take out your own eye. My mother does not want, nor do I,” Aemond finished on, Lucerys looking at him with large eyes before they fell to the sand below their feet; head bobbing as he understood. 

“What would my debt be then,’ he asked, Aemond raising a brow. 

``Why are you obsessed with paying it?” 

Oh the irony, Lucerys mused. 

‘Because I want to start anew…without this tainting us,” Lucerys murmured, feeling small and unimportant like he did in his first life. 

“...We cannot go back to how it was before, nephew,” Aemond told him, grabbing his hand and urging him closer. “But I think it would do us good to try with what we have at this moment.” 

“...Okay…” 

‘Come. I wish for you to know Vhagar. For I will be going to your Dragon lessons now. And I wish to learn all I can and be the best I can be. Arrax is almost ready to be ridden, no?” 

“Yes…only a few more moons.” 

“I want to fly through the skies with you, like we always dreamed of,” Aemond murmured, pushing his nephew to his front and caging him in his chin resting on his right shoulder as he grabbed Luke’s hand. “Touch her.” 

“...” Lucerys looked into the eyes of Vhagar, memories of that night coming back in flashes as he heard it over and over again. 

 “NO! NO! VHAGAR! NOO!!!!’    

Lucerys took in a shuddering breath, misinterpreted by Aemond as exhilaration for touching a piece of history and he smiled against his nephew’s shoulder. 

‘She is beautiful, isn’t she? Taobe,” Aemond smiled, Lucerys eyes snapping open as memories of storm's end assaulted him. 

“...K…Kepa…” he breathed, Aemond holding him tighter against him as their intertwined hands atop of Vhagars snouted turned warm. 

“Shhh,” he urged him. ‘Everything will be fine. She seems to like you,” Aemond murmured, nuzzling his neck as he spoke. 

“...We need to head back,’ Lucerys settled on, unable to be near Vhagar a moment longer. 

“I suppose so…come, I will say you snuck out to speak to me,” Aemond released his hold on him but grabbed his hand one more time. “To get you in a smaller amount of trouble,” he grinned as Lucerys looked down in a bit of shame. 

So it seemed to Aemond. 

Lucerys, instead, knew that he was going to break his uncle again. 

“Uncle…can we write to one another? So we might not forget our promise?” 

“...What are you going on about?” 

“Mother wishes to go to Dragonstone. It is her birthright…I will follow…” Lucerys murmured. 

‘...Is this new?” 

“....” 

“....,” Aemond was staring at him with all the pain in the world. “Did you come to hurt me more?” 

“No…I want to…be better…I want to know you better,” he murmured, Aemond forcing Luke to look up at him. 

“Then I expect a letter every week,” Aemond murmured. “For I cannot intervene with my elder sister, but I will not let you have your debt unpaid.” 

“...Yes Uncle.” 

“Come, let’s head to bed,” Aemond tugged his hand and they made their way to the castle. 

It would be the last time Lucerys would see him for the next seven years. 

Jacaerys died by crossbow, brought from the skies down to the sea in a single fell swoop. 

Jacaerys died from arrows fired by those who held hatred in their hearts for him, defending something good and innocent. 

“You’ll kill yourself if you keep drinking,” he spoke up, stopping Aegon from stealing two bottles of a nice Dornish Vintage his grandfather complained about going missing. 

“...What is it to you?” 

“I’d rather not see you waste away in a drunken stupor,” Jacaerys murmured, getting up and taking the bottles from his uncle's hands. “And I want to apologize.” 

“...For what? Taking my brother's eye, or your beloved grandfather yelling at me,” Aegon snapped, moving in place because he was already tipsy. 

“Yes,” Jacaerys nodded, taking his Uncle’s hand and holding it tight. “And I want to ask something of you.” 

‘Ask…ask something of me? Now you are really brazen nephew of mine,” he spat, leaning against the wall before falling to the floor. 

“...I know,” Jacaerys sighed, falling to the ground behind him and sitting against the wall as well. “But…I don’t want you to continue to be hurt.” 

“I’m not-” 

‘I know what Otto does to you,” he stopped his Uncle right in his tracks. “And I know you want nothing to do with the throne.” 

“....My mother-” 

“Is a puppet under her father. Has been since day one,” Jacaerys told him, grabbing his hand once more. “Ask my mother, she has many fond memories of Alicent before she was sent to seduce my grandfather.” 

“...They aren’t…it wasn’t-” 

“Otto saw a chance to get his blood on the throne,” Jacaerys whispered, closing his eyes as he leaned his head on the wall. “He did it in the ‘best interest of the country’ but the Lannisters almost lost their position in court after that asshole Jason suggested you be heir on your second name day,” he told him. 

“...How do I know it’s not a lie?” 

“Your mother left a diary out, mother does the same so I thought it was hers. I looked inside to check to make sure and it was one dated far before my birth,” he murmured, a lie but one that was rooted in truth since Alicent did write in a diary. “And my mother confirmed the rumors when I asked.” 

“...How do you know it’s not a lie?” 

“Because, my mother is harsh but firm,” Jacaerys informed him, turning his head to him but not opening his eyes. “I am sorry, you have been cursed with a father that only has eyes for one, a mother that is a puppet to a man who is grooming you to be king.” 

“...I don’t want it.” 

‘I know.” 

“I drink, I whore myself out, I…I…I…make a mockery out of myself and my family so they can see I am not worthy,” Aegon hissed, moving out in anger but never ripping his hand for Jacerys’. “You like all…all this stuff,” he grunted, Jacaerys smiling as he nodded. 

He did actually like the position and was more than ready for it. 

“You need to stop drinking,” Jacaerys whispered. 

‘Then they will get more brazen,” Aegon did rip his hand out of his own with a snap of his teeth. 

“If you keep acting like this then they will find you to be as malleable as clay,” Jace told him, remembering older Aegon and how easily his mother forced him to do one thing or another. “Do you not see that they will usurp my mother once Grandsire is dead,” he asked. 

“...Father-” 

“He will be dead, and unless my mother is there at his death bed, they can claim that he wished you to be king,” Jace turned to him, eyes opening to reveal annoyance and sadness. “And you will be a puppet king.” 

“...There? Are…are you going somewhere,” Aegon blinked, slumping back against the stone. 

“...Dragonstone. Mother…mother thinks it's best to get away from King's Landing,” he admitted. 

“You ask of me to stop drinking and to stop being a puppet and will not even be there to help me,” Aegon scoffed. “How are you any better,” he demanded, shifting away from Jace with a pout. 

“Because I know you and I know you can do it. You are smarter than people give you credit for, after all who can blame the chicken coup incident on a Cristion when it was the maid,” he smiled, Aegon snorting as he remembered that day and Cristion’s annoyed face as mother screamed at him. 

“...Do you really think I can do it?” 

“Yes…and you can of course…always not consummate the marriage to Heleana,” Jacaerys murmured. “It would be null and void and allow people onto YOUR side, the side of the man who would be king but is not king.” 

“...But sister-” 

“Mother sees the throne as hers. Should someone within the family take it she would ask for diplomacy…mother did not want Aemond’s eye gone….she scolded the hell out of us for the pig prank,” Jacaerys admitted. ‘Went on and on about how many Targaryens claim dragons late, because an egg is not the deciding factor. She accused us of pushing Aemond too far and now…” 

“...Maybe we did…Maybe we did push my brother too far,” Aegon admitted. “...Will you write to me?” 

“Hmmm?” 

‘Write to me, from Dragonstone. So you can know my progress?” 

“...The Maesters-” 

“Don’t know High Valyrian and I need practice,” Aegon admitted. 

‘What makes you think I am better,” Jace demanded, turning to Aegon with an impish grin. 

``The fact I heard you and Lucerys arguing in the language with quite proficiency about…weapons?” 

“...It’s not nice to eavesdrop.” 

“...Will though?” 

“...I will,” Jacaerys promised, allowing Aegon to take his hand once more. “And when Vermax and I have bonded some more, we will go flying all over Kings landing.” 

“...That sounds nice,” Aegon smiled. “And I will…cut back on the drinking but not all the way.” 

“With a grandsire like Otto, I doubt you could,” Jacaerys laughed, Aegon’s head resting atop his own as he giggled as well. 

“He really is a cunt,” Aegon sighed, grabbing Jace’s hand once more and bringing it to his lips. He breathed in the scent of hearth and seasalt, he gently kissed the top of it, holding the limb tight as he sighed once more. “Days with you made it bearable and now you are leaving.” 

“Mother doesn’t trust Otto.” 

‘He has his own agenda.” 

“One, that so long as you continue to whore, drink and make a mockery of yourself, will never know. He will lie to you like he has always lied to you,” Jacearys murmured, turning his head to snuggle into Aegon, not noticing as his heart beat got faster. “You need his trust. Because only then can you topple him.” 

“...When did you become a master of war,” Aegon chuckled, holding him close with a slightly red face. 

He really was tipsy, Jacaerys mused. 

“The Art of War is simple, one need only twist it around for your chosen purpose,” he replied. “The Mighty Mountain does not Bow because the Wind Demands it.” 

“....A Dragon does not yield, nor heel. It devours, nephew mine,” Aegon told him, urging him more into his lap. 

“Indeed.” 

“Fire and Blood,” Aegon whispered into his hair. “Fire and Blood, Jacaerys.” 

“...Do you think I would make a good king?” 

“...Better than me.” 

‘Despite me not looking-” 

‘You are a Targaryen,” Aegon sighed, closing his eyes as his limbs felt like lead. “And that’s all that matters.” 

“Heh…you sound like mother,” Jacaerys murmured, looking up at Aegon who had his eyes closed. “Work hard, don’t be the puppet.” 

“Not with you by my side, be it in person or through letters,” Aegon chuckled, nuzzling his nephew’s curly hair. “I love your hair…it’s so beautiful and lush…” 

“Thank you,” Jacaerys murmured. 

‘I don’t care if you're a bastard…I don’t…I don’t care about it.” 

‘I know.” 

“You're more Targaryen than me to be honest. I don’t even spend time with Sunfyre, our bond is shite,” he grumbled, lolling his head about. “Mother hates them, thinks they are beasts to be controlled.” 

‘No,” Jacaerys murmured, knowing of Luke’s fate. “They are not controlled. Any belief we have control over them is a fragile illusion of our own making. Dragons bond, they like and they accept. They do not allow for control.” 

“..I know,” Aegon giggled. “That’s what’s so funny. My own dragon might end up eating me because I am such a shitty rider…” 

“Talk to grandsire,” Jacaerys murmured, holding Aegon’s hands tight. “He rode Balerion. He knows what it’s like to have a bond with a Dragon. You cannot allow your bonds to have such a lack of one. All future riders will be doomed.” 

“...Hmmm,” he grumbled, holding Jace tight. 

“We need to get you to bed uncle,” Jace laughed, urging him up as he whined, being comfortable with Jace as he took his hand and allowed him to lead him down the hall. 

“My…Princes?” Ser Arryk asked as the two were seen walking down the hallway. 

‘He was getting into the Dornish Vintage,’ Jace supplied, smiling as Arryk nodded for them to follow. 

“Thank you, now we avoid another incident,” he winked, allowing Jace to lay Aegon down. 

“I will make sure he doesn’t vomit and I need to hide the rest of his wine,” Jace winked, Arryk nodding as he closed the door. 

Jacaerys turned to Aegon, the teen already asleep and said a simple apology. 

“Sorry for lying to you.” 

Joffrey died with a broken body, in the remains of that horrid town below kings landing, nothing to the people who desecrated him in death. 

Joffrey died alone and in pain, no brothers to comfort him anymore as he lost himself to his pain. 

But now was different. 

Daeron was annoyed. 

He wanted to explore Driftmark, but because Aemond and Aegon had to right asses he-! 

Bang! 

He whipped around, panting in fear and shock as a goblet fell to the ground and he looked at his youngest nephew. 

Joffrey. 

“...What are you doing out of bed,” he demanded, the boy picking up the goblet before placing it back on the table. “Come on, I’ll lead you to-” He yelped as the boy rushed past, waving at him to follow which he did. 

They ran through the darkened halls of the castle, the boy trying to understand what was happening before he stumbled to a stop when the boy stopped as well. He turned to him, smiling slightly before opening the door to what looked like a library. 

“Do you want to grab a story to read,” he asked, the boy nodding as he held out a hand, one that Daeron took. 

They walked through the many shelves of the room, Daeron humming a tune as Joffrey blinked, smiling at him as he did so. 

“Do you have a book in mind,” Daeron asked, Joffrey nodding as they made their way to the back. 

“...Why here?” 

“Huh?” 

“Why here? Never seen,``Joffrey asked, his voice high pitched and childish. 

“I live in Old Town.” 

“But Uncle…” He trailed off, confused as he held up a book that was on a table. 

He must have been here before everything happened. 

“My mother wants me in Old Town, it’s safer that way,” he told him, smiling as they sat on a couch beside a dying fire. 

“But Granpa,” Joffrey said, Daeron flinching as he actually never met his father. 

“...It’s better for me.” Or so his mother proclaimed, he really didn’t know who to trust in this accursed family after all. 

“....Family,” Joffrey sniffed, eyes watering. 

“You're my family,” Daeron assured him, grabbing his hand with a smile. “Uncle Daeron,” he pointed to himself, giggling as Joffrey patted his cheek with his tiny hands. 

‘Uncle,” he smiled a bright toothy smile. “Won’t see uncle…” 

“I will be over for the Yule festivities and the New Year celebrations-” 

“We be in Dragonstone,” Joffrey grumbled, shifting in his spot as Daeron trailed off. “Mama thinks it’s safer…” 

“...Why?” 

“Scary man,” he murmured. “Scary man wants to hurt mama…” 

‘Who is the scary man,” Daeron asked. 

“Otto…” 

Daeron didn’t say a word. 

His grandsire and his Grand-Uncle were not the nicest of people and seeing how he treated his older three siblings gave him the feeling he should be grateful to be sent away to Old Town. 

“Why do you think that?” 

“...Calls us mean names,” Joffrey played with his fingers as Daeron flinched. 

More like it was his mother doing it at the urging of his grandsire. 

But that was besides the point. 

“I don’t,” Daeron told him. “I think you are my cute nephew, and that is all that matters!” 

“....Heh,” Joffrey grinned, holding his uncle's hand tighter with a wide grin. “Love you Uncle Daeron.” 

“Love you too,” he smiled. “Now a story?” 

“No…room? Mama read it to me…left it here,” he murmured, blushing as Daeron jolted. 

So his own mother read to him despite all she needed to do…

That was very nice of her. 

“Of course. Come on, i’ll take you back to your rooms,” he smiled kindly, Joffrey hopping off with their hands still intertwined as they exited the library into the desolate halls of the castle. “You like reading?” 

‘Yes! I like stories and grandpa is always telling me stories of the old times,” he grinned, holding the book tightly against his chest as Daeron nodded. 

‘That’s good! I need to keep up with my studies to be able to keep up with you,” he joked, Joffrey shaking his head. 

‘Daeron is amazing,” he grinned, the boy humming as they turned a corner. “You will be a great knight!” 

‘I don’t know,” he admitted. “I can barely bond with my dragon.” 

“...You need to spend more time.” 

‘I know I should but she is mine-”   ‘Dragons are not pets,” Joffrey told him solemnly. ‘Dragons are companions. Thoughts and feeling of their own. Capable of leaving you.” 

“...You sound like Uncle Daemon,” 

“Dragons are powerful,” he nodded, Daeron chuckling as he nodded. 

“...Yeah, they are.” 

“I wanna fly with you,” Joffrey sighed, almost lost in a dream it seemed. 

‘Really?” 

‘Yeah, I want to fly high in the sky with you!” 

‘You have a few years to go before you can fly,” Daeron told him. “Like me.” 

‘Take me with you,” Joffrey pleaded, turning to him with a doe eyes. 

“I live in Old Town though-” 

‘I wanna go with you, Uncle please. I want to fly high in the sky with you and Blue Queen!” Joffrey looked so eager and so…content with his proclamation that Daeron knew he would break his heart to simply say no. 

“That sounds nice,” he settled on, squeezing his hand as the boy smiled a bright smile that left him breathless. 

“Heheh, I can go fly with uncle,” he cheered, Daeron shushing him with a smile before the sound of footsteps were heard. 

Looking up he spotted his mother along with Joffrey’s in a heated discussion. His elder sister noticed them first, coming to a stop to assess what was going on with a raised brow as his own mother gasped, looking appalled at them being up so late at night. 

“Do not tell me you dragged Young Joffrey out,” Alicent began before Joffrey shook his head. 

“Mama left book,” he said, showing the item in his hand as he stared at his own mother. 

‘I did, didn’t I,” she smiled softly, moving forward to caress her youngests head before sighing. “I would have gotten it, my darling.” 

“Book!” 

“I know, I know,” she sighed. “I assume you are taking him to his chambers, Daeron?” 

“Yes. I was going to read to him,”  he swallowed, seeing his sister’s face soften considerably. 

“That would be much help. Thank you very much,” she nodded. 

“Go back to your chambers once he is asleep,’ his own mother commanded him gently, Joffrey whining as he held out the book and stomped his foot, demanding to be read too. “I see an eager reader, unlike you,” his mother side eyed his sister who raised a brow in mock offense. 

“Are you implying he is not mine,” she challenged, but there was no heat to it. 

“I am simply remembering times you left valuable books under the Weirwood and I had to clean them up,’ they began to squabble about books and the cost of them as Daeron took it as his chance to get out, Joffrey cocking his head to the side in contemplation as they entered his chambers. 

“Letter,” Joffrey said. 

‘Hmm,” Daeron asked as he moved to undo the blankets on his bed to help the toddler into. 

‘Write letters,” he said again. 

“...Oh, you want to write letters,” he asked. 

“Yes,” he smiled, grabbing his uncle's hand and jumping up and down a bit. 

“I…I suppose. You could say it’s like homework to the maesters…we could say it,” he grinned, both of them giggling at being able to get out of work. “I might ask my mother to go to King's Landing to get your letters easier.” 

“Yeah,” Joffrey cheered, Daeron shushing him again before he moved to help him into bed, chuckling as he was being whined too by the cranky toddler, opening the book only to see that Joffrey had fallen asleep the moment his eyes hit the pillow. 

“Heh, must have tired him out,” he mused, closing the book before lying on the opposite side of the bed. 

His chambers where on the other side of the castle, he wasn’t in the mood to walk back and he could tell his mother Joffrey was more hyper than he thought. 

So best to rest for now. 

Soon he was out like a light as well, but Joffrey opened his eyes; sitting up he looked down at his uncle with a sad look. 

A series of periodic knocks folloswed by silence had him listening and he soon deciphered the code. 

Get Ready. We leave before first light. 

Shaking his head he moved to his desk and took out some paper and ink. 

He had a letter to write, and an apology to put down as well. 

He hated betraying someone innocent, like in his last life, but it was for the best. 

They needed to stop the dance. 

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“Go to Dorne. Find Cristion’s Nephew. He will be of great help to us when things reach their apex,” Jacaerys told his youngest brother, holding his face in his hands, they all were standing at the entrance of the built Dragon pit where their dragons awaited them. “You have the most experience with being on the road and fighting, so I trust you to be able to survive Dorne and create a network that will connect with Lucerys’ should he make one.” 

All were dressed in simple leathers for riding, each adorned with their personal crests of Vermax, Arrax and Tyraxes, as well as the Targaryen symbol. 

They would not be returning until things had been settled and alliances made. 

‘It’s where my weapon is,” Joffrey murmured, all of them making their way to the dragon pens, for a single night they were told; their dragons would be big enough to get away. He had dropped the childish way of speech, he was not a child but he could not speak full sentences without drawing attention…as much as he despised and hated it. 

But that's besides the point., 

They only had this night to get away, when all were too caught up in their own business and their own righteousness. 

The boys spotted their father, the only one they have known their entire life in this time, flee with his lover; the boys smiling as he stopped, looking back in a bit of sadness as they knew he did love them.

And now they too…would flee.  

“I will be heading to the north, they have more magic in their blood at the moment then us, I will do all I can to ensure that they understand what has occurred,” Jacaerys murmured. “Lucerys …where will you go?”

“...I’ll be in Essos. I need to consult a few people and as well I might head to Yi Ti. I need my poison back.” He informed them, eyes narrowed as his old self was coming through. “I will contact you all within a month, should give us ample time to settle down and get a feel for things. I will be silent for a while as I travel to Yi Ti.” 

“...Very well. Be careful.” Jacaerys had become his old self as well, more calm and tamed than his younger brothers, a calming force that was meant for the North. 

“I know,” he told him. “...Good luck.” He stared at them all, none of them moving to hug each other as the pain from their second life shattered their bond too much it seemed. 

“...Yeah.” They all nodded before stilling at the sight of someone before their dragons. 

“...Hello,’ Helaena smiled, turning to them with a serene smile upon her lips. 

“...Aunt Helaena,” they spoke, unsure if they should put up their personas. 

“The wanted one desires a direwolf’s companion,” she murmured, heading out. “The great dragon seeks the gentle wings of a butterfly, sweet and sickly. The dragon made into a tower seeks the air hunter, through all that may occur.” 

“...Pardon,” Lucerys asked, never one to understand her ramblings. 

“The wanted one desires a direwolf’s companion. The great dragon seeks the gentle wings of a butterfly, sweet and sickly. The dragon made into a tower seeks the air hunter, through all that may occur.” 

“....Many thanks,” Joffrey settled on. 

“Spool of black, tainted in blood…cleansed by the turned green,” she breathed, walking out with a wave. ““Spool of black, tainted in blood, cleansed by the turned green.” She continued to mutter along with the first one. 

“...She might be a dreamer…” 

“I trust you two will deal with that,” Joffrey demanded, turning to Lucerys and Jacaerys who nodded. “Good. Let’s go.” 

“Right.” 

All three were fit to prevent the dance, sent back to a time when all was well and good between Black and Green but…

They weren’t ready. 

Not even close. 

Too much hatred inside of you, Lucerys Velaryon. 

Too much ignorance inside of you, Jacaerys Velaryon. 

Too much innocence inside of you, Joffrey Velaryon. 

So much to learn, so much to prepare for. So much to be able to use against your enemies, so much to provide for your allies. You must be ready. 

But then they were ready. 

They became ready.

Take up your spear and your mask, Lord Jacaerys. 

Take up your poison and your knives, Lord Lucerys. 

Take up your sword and cowl, Lord Joffrey. 

Make them pay. 

Make Otto Hightower and all those who conspire against your great family, born of Fire and Blood, to fall. 

Make them fall. 

But more importantly. 

Live. 

If not for yourselves, for one another. 

Please…

Please…

“...I’m sorry-” 

Aegon. 

Aemond. 

Daeron. 

Mother. 

"We need to leave."

Dear Aegon. 

I am sorry. For I have lied and lying is a sin in the eyes of the Seven. I cannot stay, not in King's Landing. Not in Dragonstone. I have something calling for me, but know I will return. Where I am or where I will go is not something I can explain to you, but I trust that you will keep in mind what we spoke about. I have faith in you. I know you can be who you….who I believe you to be. Forgive me for the lies spoken. But we are Dragons and Dragons protect their own, and I am doing that,. 

We will meet again.

And we will fly high into the skies. 

Jacaerys. 

Dear Uncle. 

Forgive me. I have wounded you a third time this night. My place is not King’s Landing. It is not Dragonstone. I have a calling I cannot brush off. What it is, where it leads me or where I will go is not something I can tell you. I will be safe, I will be back. But I trust you understand that I do love you, that all I have spoken last night was true and I will never….never betray your trust after this. I need to do this. I have faith you will understand what I must do, despite not knowing what it is that may be. We are family, we are dragons and we protect our own. Goodbye for now. 

We shall see each other again. 

And we shall take to the skies happily. 

Lucerys. 

Daeron. 

Uncle, I need to leave. Sorry for lying to you. Forgive me. Dragons protect Dragons! I neede to protect our family. 

We will fly high into the sky! 

Joffrey. 

“Vermax,” Jacaerys called, his fully grown companion crying out as he took to the skies, the boy aiming for the north as his brothers called forth their own mounts. 

“Arrax,” Lucerys boomed, the pearlescent dragon shooting off into the sky with ease,crying out a tune as it went east, away from Jacaerys without a second look back. 

“Tyraxes,” Joffrey’s young voice called out, the youngest of them all dwarfed by his fully grown dragon. He went south, away from both his siblings; dressed in leathers for his mission and the next seven years. 

Each boy wasted little time in pleasantries with the dragons in the air, heading their separate ways as the cries of their grandmother rang through the air as their father’s ‘body’ was uncovered. 

Things were changing, but to be prepared for all that would occur in the future, they needed companions, people and evidence on their side. 

The Starks were known for loyalty to house Targaryen. 

Dorne held a multitude of weapons that could fell dragons and a need for trade with the rest of the kingdom, as well recounts of all the goings on in Westeros for it’s own protections.  

Essos held a vast resource for them if they could get them on their side. 

Each boy had a goal in mind. 

Each boy knew their role. 

They would fulfill it. 

The Targaryen Empire would not fall. 

Not like the Kohaku Empire. 

They would fight from the very beginning. 

Unlike last time. 

“And we will change the future.” 

But I can’t help but weep…Lord Crow…hardened by the years and a shadow of who he once was. 

Jacaerys flinched, shaking his head as the sun arose beside him. 

Lord Butterfly hiding behind a facade of decadence and cheerfulness, bitter and oh so willing in the end.

Lucerys pursed his lips, Arrax trilling out as he calmed his mind. 

Lord Falcon…so encased in hatred that once the one thing you had was gone…

Joffrey sobbed at his mistake that cost him his family, his shame that came from that day consuming him. 

Be better. Cherish what you have. If not for yourselves, but for me.

“....We will be.” 

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Chapter 1 

The chess board had been laid out, all pieces carefully laid except for a few.

The three masterminds now held the white pieces in this life, they took the initiative and they would end the Dance before it even had a chance to begin.

House Targaryen is the only house to fell House Targaryen.

Poor little Towers.

Your ambition poisoned the half breeds, but these three are built from fire and from pain.

They will fell your tower before it has a chance to light its flame.

Lucerys died in Storms End, a meal for Vhgar and his uncle's darkened heart.

Lucerys died willingly, defending what he loved the most despite the pain hidden within him.

Jacaerys died by crossbow, brought from the skies down to the sea in a single fell swoop.

Jacaerys died from arrows fired by those who held hatred in their hearts for him, defending something good and innocent.  

Joffrey died with a broken body, in the remains of that horrid town below kings landing, nothing to the people who desecrated him in death.

Joffrey died alone and in pain, no brothers to comfort him anymore as he lost himself to his pain.

All three were fit to prevent the dance, sent back to a time when all was well and good between Black and Green but…

They weren’t ready.

Not even close.

Too much hatred inside of you, Lucerys Velaryon.

Too much ignorance inside of you, Jacaerys Velaryon.

Too much innocence inside of you, Joffrey Velaryon.

So much to learn, so much to prepare for. So much to be able to use against your enemies, so much to provide for your allies. You must be ready.

But then they were ready.

They became ready.

Take up your spear and your mask, Lord Jacaerys.

Take up your poison and your knives, Lord Lucerys.

Take up your sword and cowl, Lord Joffrey.

Make them pay.

Make Otto Hightower and all those who conspire against your great family, born of Fire and Blood, to fall.

Make them fall.

But more importantly.

Live.

If not for yourselves, for one another.

Please…

Please…

“Please…Make our Dragons ready at the earliest you can, for us to ride.”

“It will be done.”

“Then send us back.”

“...Prevent the Dance. Save the Targaryen line. Prevent the Darkness.”

“We will.”

“Go.”

“If we didn’t live with Daemon for a time, your obsession with training would be worrying,” a smooth voice stopped Joffrey in his training, the boy lowering his weapon to the ground as he turned to see his older brother in the entrance smiling at him.

“Why are you here? Don’t you have a poison to cultivate?”

“I have perfected it, long time ago. Keep up,” he snorted, winking at his brother who snarled at him. “Vaemond will be making a move, Rhaena just informed me that Coryls may have been injured.”

“...It wasn’t from a raven, was it,” Joffrey demanded.

“No. A crow. Courtesy of our older brother,” Lucerys smirked, hopping down the steps to come face to face with his younger brother. “And we need to begin making waves against the Greens.”

“I’ll head to Old Town soon,” Joffrey nodded.

"For the last 7 years we have been planning, cultivation and moving against the Hightowers and they haven't even noticed. Makes you wonder how far up their own asses they are," Lucerys murmured.

"They aren't completely blind, but commoners mean nothing to them. Whittle the numbers, not the players. Not yet," Joffrey reminded him.

"not to mention we have been asking around, making nice...playing nice," Lucerys sneered, annoyed as he thought back to Borros. "I will make that fucking bastard pay...I will show him the Jocelyn would been pissed off at him..."

"Anything else to note aside from your disturbing obsession with Borros?"

“Jace is speaking with mother and father. Saying some bull about going to visit grandfather and seeing Kings Landing for your benefit. Since you haven’t been there since you where a baby or whatnot,” he hummed, eying his brother who swallowed at the mention of Kings Landing.

“...They treated me like garbage,” Joffrey breathed. “If I do go, I will stay no more than I need,” he hissed.

“Be careful little brother, you are only 10.”

“And we have 2 years until our Grandsire dies.”

“I know…but I have my network in the Street of Silk and Jace in Orphan’s Corner. We will make sure that things are not as they were,” he insisted.

“...Hmmm.”

“The gods are counting on us,” Lucerys spoke, voice unusually soft as he did so.  

‘Which ones?”

“...Both of them.”

“He was disappointed in me, you know,” Joffrey sniffed. “Disappointed with me…”

“We don’t have time for self pity, little brother.”

“...I’m sorry.”

“...For the remark or for the past?”

“....”

“Get ready. I am sure that Jacaerys is convincing enough,” Lucerys commented, heading out of the private room as Joffrey willed his sword away into the ether.

“Kings Landing…” He breathed, shaking as memories of a time long since passed began to assault him. “Kings Landing…”

Shaking his head he moved to head out, looking up to see the wisteria trees dancing in the wind, the butterflies, purple in color and pink within the light, floating about. He smiled at it, a sense of nostalgia going through him as he remembered a jovial training ground with many colorful characters joking and ribbing one another.

Then and now, his brother took care of the plants as if they were his children, he cultivated his butterflies as if they were something akin to art. He took the leaves, and the seeds and whatever else he could from the trees and made all he needed and more. He was a genius.

He passed the trees, stopping at the sight of a rabbit that was panting for breath, inches from death.

It must have eaten something with a butterfly on it.

It had been poisoned.

He watched, in fascination, as it spat out blood, desperately attempting to draw in breath as its veins became more pronounced through its fur. In seconds it had died and Joffrey felt nothing.

For he had seen far worse things when it was wielded by his brother Lucerys.

“...Your brothers are Dangerous.”

Belarion.

“I know…but isn’t it better for everyone that we are,” he whispered to the god, leaving him be as he took the Rabbit into his hands, caressing its head as it looked around in confusion.

“You poor thing….you, like many others have fallen from life by the creations of the Velaryon brothers. You are unlucky, but pity the men who will face their wrath,” he murmured against the stark white fur the rabbit held. “For their anger burns as much as Dragons Breath…”

Belarion truly pitied those who would go up against the Dragons they had brought back.

They would not die peaceful deaths.

Shaking his head he vanished and Joffrey sighed, watching as the god vanished before he too left the scene, heading deeper and deeper into Dragonstone to his chambers…

On second thought, he turned his heels; uncaring of the sweat and grime on him as he walked to the sitting room he and his brothers demanded from their mother. A space for them to be themselves that they had used in order to get Daemon to agree and push their mother for it.

They were left to their own musings so long as they didn’t make too much of a mess for the maids, and they never did.

It was a room for war.

Their war.

“...You didn't even bother to wash up,” Lucerys yelped as he walked in, the teen making a face as he sat beside his distillery; bottles of poison beautiful beside him as he made his weapon of choice. “Uuugh!”

“...We are missing two pieces,” Joffrey said.

“...I know. A golden general and a lance,” Lucerys snorted as he looked over the shogi board they had managed to make. “Cregan Stark and Daeron Targaryen.”

“I will procure the Lance. Who will procure the Golden General,” he asked.

‘Who else, our older brother,” he smiled, leaning back in his chair as said brother came in.

“We leave for Kings Landing in five days. You have 3 to bring Daeron back to King's Landing,” he got straight to the point, moving to the secret door that held their weapons.

Unlike Joffrey who kept his weapon with him at all times and used his connection to Tyraxes to keep it in a magical space, Jacaerys and Lucerys were unable to do such a thing with how much they had been running around.

“I will have to go to Flea Bottom and speak to the Madams of the Street of Silk,” Lucerys hummed as he looked over his bottles of poison. “I have heard rumors of the Lords under Hightower enforcing a heavy tax on them once our little plan was ousted.”

“I will have to do the same in Orphans Corner,” Jacaerys nodded, taking out his spear with a sigh. “They are now demanding the papers of the building that is under the jurisdiction of the Heir to the Throne. Our Mother.”

“Hmmm, it will be nice to see them piss themselves when they realize all of it is legal,” Lucerys laughed, pushing his hair back as he stared into the mirror. “It reminds me of my days in the Entertainment District!”

“Unlike then, you are not a whore selling yourself alongside your workers,” Joffrey sneered.

Lucerys snapped his eyes to his brother from the mirror, the younger holding his ground as his brother let out a truly…unnerving smile.

“Unlike you, who became nothing more than a battle drunk fiend that had no true place to call home,” his brother sneered.

BANG.

“Enough,” Jacaerys warned, eyes narrowed as the two snorted, turning their heads away like children. “We all agreed, in our second life, that while we would not die and come back to prevent the dance that the choices we made were our own.”

‘And look where that got us in the end. In the middle of a fucking coup, forced to hide for decades while those fucking idiots destroyed everything we ever knew,” Lucerys snarled, standing up as he did so. “You chose to hide! I chose to change myself and he-”

“We all made choices in that life. We may have been brothers, but our mother no longer bound us.”

“...We left them to die,” Lucerys choked out, tapping his fist against the wood of his vanity in a nervous tick he never kicked. “We left them to die as we ran.”

“...I wasn’t even three and ten yet,” Jacaerys reminded his brother. “I am now.”

“We never reconciled…and even now I feel like we haven’t! I feel like we don’t give a fuck all about what happened back then!”

“Because it doesn’t,” Joffrey snorted, looking annoyed but he dared not say a word.

“We lived for fucking decades there and that means nothing to you? We never reached twenty here,” he scoffed, Jacaerys sighing as he realized they were arguing about THIS again.

“What do you want from me? You denied me, you turned ME away,” Joffrey snarled.

“And you still have the audacity to wonder why,” Lucerys sneered. “You were a monster!”

“...As if you were any better,” Joffrey scoffed, offended at his brother’s words. “You cultivated a poison that could MELT people! You had it everywhere around you and always….always….took the chance to remind your own siblings that a single drop of your blood would kill us,” he snapped.

“We made mistakes,” Jacaerys began, holding a hand up as his brothers made a move to speak. “We left one another for the wolves and we abandoned one another in crucial moments. But that doesn’t change the fact we did love one another.”

“...I didn’t feel it,” Joffrey told them.

“Like we are the best at showing love,” Lucerys snorted. “Both our deaths…we were all alone,” he shook his head. “Get ready to head out, Joffrey. Before Father puts the guards on alert.

“No need. Tyraxes already has a saddle on, I told them I would be flying tonight, but it seems fortune favors us.”

‘More like, likes to fuck us…but whatever,” Lucerys sighed. “Be careful and make sure that none of your escapades reach Hightower.”

“I’m not an idiot…but I do agree that you would be better for this,” Joffrey snorted.

“We’ll see you in Kings Landing.”

“To Kings Lands,” Joffrey snorted as he headed out.

“...10 Dragons Daemon will laugh and Mother will be promising a spanking of a lifetime to Joffrey.”

“I’m not betting with you because you know it’s going to happen.”

“Damn.”

AN HOUR LATER

“...Is Joffrey still bathing,” their mother asked as they took a light stroll around the gardens, Lucerys trees in full bloom as Baela smelled them with her father by her side.

“...” Lucerys and Jacaerys shared a look, looking up at the sounds of a Dragon's cry; seeing Tyraxes flying around the castle with his saddle on but NO rider.

“...What on earth,” their mother breathed before a small figure jumped off the highest point of the castle. “WHA-JOFFREY,’ their mother cried out in horror as the Dragon dove after the boy.

They watched as he grabbed the reins, forcing Tyraxes into a spin midair before he shot up into the sky, their brother crying out in joy as Daemon burst out in laughter, whooping himself as they watched him vanish off into the distance.

“I’ll meet you in King's Landing,” he called out, urging the dragon to go faster as their mother was screaming obscenities and treating to gut the guards before she turned red faced the direction Joffrey was riding.

“AND WAIT UNTIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU JOFFREY VELARYON! I WILL SPANK YOU SO HARD YOU WILL BE UNABLE TO SIT FOR MONTHS! YOU HEAR ME! MONTHS!”

Daemon was no help as he was hunched over, hands on his knees as he was laughing himself out of breath, renewed at his wife’s threat to her son who simply called out-

“Okay!”

He lost it again, leaning against his daughter who was pale as she watched her step-brother fly aways.

‘Damn boy,” Lucerys snorted, smiling as their mother marched back in the castle, screaming about how her oldest was attempting to put her into an early grave.

They…may have had a habit of running off for a few days on end without telling anyone.

But semantics.

“Let the Art of War begin,” Lucerys murmured in their old tongue.

“...He lived in a different country.”

“OUR Art of War,” Lucerys smiled, his brother snorting before he nodded.

“Doragonzuu~ō is commencing,” Jacaerys grinned.

“...Dragon’s War indeed.”

“YOU TWO! DID YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS,” their mother turned on them, both of them sweat dropping before taking in a collected breath.

“Nope~!”

“He’s not one to confide in us.”

Total Unhinged Time Travel Fix it!

The usual chosen are sent back to prevent the dance with their memories of the future and their demise fresh on their minds…but something…occurs.

So! The three sons of Rhaenyra: Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey, upon their death are pulled in by the Gods of Old Valyria and asked to Prevent the Dance right? They are all up for it for various reasons, but the main being they all want to be able to live their lives out until their time comes.

The gods prepare to send them back but something or someone interferes, yoinking the three of three of them from the grips of the Old Gods and telling them that they won’t be able to stop the dance in the next life they have, only making things worse since they aren’t trained enough and they have too much hatred within them for what has happened to their families and themselves. They offer them a chance to learn the ways of a new culture so they might not only be prepared but also have something the Hightowers don’t, they agree.

Any western world is out of the way since they are all pretty much the same, so they are sent to a version of Feudal Japan, during a fantasy age in which Dragon Gods in human form rule them all, and sensing the blood of the dragon within the boys they take them in, the Emperor making them his wards while three generals make them their person protoge’s.

They live out their lives in this world, learning their martial arts, fighting techniques and weaponry and face many challenges such as rebellion, loss of a family and making a new life for themselves.

*Jacaerys becomes a mercenary under the name of Lord Crow, he takes care of orphans from the war that destroyed the country and holds a region of land that is inaccessible to many others. He is solemn and quiet, never really coming out of his hiding or being all that public as he defends his lands to the best of his ability. He becomes a pretty good spear user.

*Lucerys moved to a different province and runs the entertainment districts which is a front for information and protecting refugees from the empire he once served before it was overthrown. He developed his own brand of poison and has taken so much of it his own blood is poison. He takes the moniker Lord Butterfly as he bred his own poisonous butterfly to help him as well.

*Joffrey became a wanderer who takes out various camps from the rebellion, taking on the name of Lord Falcon. He kills any and all who destroyed the empire he once lived in; as well as delivering orphans to Jace who takes them all in without too much hassle.

All three of them work to try and overthrow the new government and end up dying in the process.

They are taken back by the gods of Old Valyria who were frantic to get them back to ensure they are the ones to prevent the dance. In that moment the three dragon gods who helped raise them appear and hand them their divine weapons they had gifted them in life, telling them to take them with them to their realm to prevent the dance. They do and are returned to the day they arrived in Dragonstone, after Luke took out Aemond’s eye.

Because of them being taken the gods expelled much energy to get them back and were unable to send them back further. They make use of it and begin to train and do what they need to be prepared for the dance that is to come.

Leads into the day Luke’s legitimacy is questioned and they are brought back to Kings Landing for the first time in years.

They display their skills as nothing as it seems and their old past that is not known to anyone is coming in to mess with things, lending to an even messier road to peace.

Oh! And Aemond and Ageon totally are not obsessed with their nephews becoming deadly killing machines with little regard for how they are confusing the fuck out of people.

Joffrey sneaks off to recruit Daeron to their little group, leading to another uncle crushing on their nephew.

NOTE! ALL THE SECOND LIFE IN ANOTHER CULTURE HAPPENS IN THE BACKGROUND AND IS DROPPED THROUGHOUT THE STORY HERE AND THERE. NOT A MAJOR COMPONENT. 

I have a shit ton more, but I might make this into a story…let me know if you want specific details or want to know more.

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To add onto this! 

Jace ends up speaking to Cregan again and his feral nature ends up stirring up *Feelings* inside the wolf of the north who decides to help him out in any way he can. He gets entangled up with the weird brand of Targaryen Uncles having the hots for their siblings kids, Jace is oblivious to it all as he works to stop the dance and whatever other fuckery is coming his houses way. 

Luke ends up spending a lot of time with his informant in a Flea Bottom, a well and handsome man who seems to have it all in terms of looks and even street intelligence. Luke inadvertently fuels the flame of Aemond’s jealousy as he works closely with the informant who is as well as prostitiue in Flea Bottom. Oh and Aemond is usually hard like 80-90% of the time due to Luke not really caring about his unhinged nature. 

Joffrey ends up bringin Daeron back to court despite him not needing to be there, because ‘Uncles loving their siblings kids’, and he ends up just striaght up ignorning him for his own little network he created. He is either in the training hall or speaking to Sir Criston’s nephew who joined the training for the kingsguard. He ends up having a crush on Joffrey and leads to major fights between him and the third prince. 

Daemon is wondering what the hell is in their blood to make all this happen.  

*Also don’t be afraid to ask questions or refute something. I don’t care, I am just looking for more ideas to make this even more complicated for myself.  

Total Unhinged Time Travel Fix it!

The usual chosen are sent back to prevent the dance with their memories of the future and their demise fresh on their minds…but something…occurs.

So! The three sons of Rhaenyra: Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey, upon their death are pulled in by the Gods of Old Valyria and asked to Prevent the Dance right? They are all up for it for various reasons, but the main being they all want to be able to live their lives out until their time comes.

The gods prepare to send them back but something or someone interferes, yoinking the three of three of them from the grips of the Old Gods and telling them that they won’t be able to stop the dance in the next life they have, only making things worse since they aren’t trained enough and they have too much hatred within them for what has happened to their families and themselves. They offer them a chance to learn the ways of a new culture so they might not only be prepared but also have something the Hightowers don’t, they agree.

Any western world is out of the way since they are all pretty much the same, so they are sent to a version of Feudal Japan, during a fantasy age in which Dragon Gods in human form rule them all, and sensing the blood of the dragon within the boys they take them in, the Emperor making them his wards while three generals make them their person protoge’s.

They live out their lives in this world, learning their martial arts, fighting techniques and weaponry and face many challenges such as rebellion, loss of a family and making a new life for themselves.

*Jacaerys becomes a mercenary under the name of Lord Crow, he takes care of orphans from the war that destroyed the country and holds a region of land that is inaccessible to many others. He is solemn and quiet, never really coming out of his hiding or being all that public as he defends his lands to the best of his ability. He becomes a pretty good spear user.

*Lucerys moved to a different province and runs the entertainment districts which is a front for information and protecting refugees from the empire he once served before it was overthrown. He developed his own brand of poison and has taken so much of it his own blood is poison. He takes the moniker Lord Butterfly as he bred his own poisonous butterfly to help him as well.

*Joffrey became a wanderer who takes out various camps from the rebellion, taking on the name of Lord Falcon. He kills any and all who destroyed the empire he once lived in; as well as delivering orphans to Jace who takes them all in without too much hassle.

All three of them work to try and overthrow the new government and end up dying in the process.

They are taken back by the gods of Old Valyria who were frantic to get them back to ensure they are the ones to prevent the dance. In that moment the three dragon gods who helped raise them appear and hand them their divine weapons they had gifted them in life, telling them to take them with them to their realm to prevent the dance. They do and are returned to the day they arrived in Dragonstone, after Luke took out Aemond’s eye.

Because of them being taken the gods expelled much energy to get them back and were unable to send them back further. They make use of it and begin to train and do what they need to be prepared for the dance that is to come.

Leads into the day Luke’s legitimacy is questioned and they are brought back to Kings Landing for the first time in years.

They display their skills as nothing as it seems and their old past that is not known to anyone is coming in to mess with things, lending to an even messier road to peace.

Oh! And Aemond and Ageon totally are not obsessed with their nephews becoming deadly killing machines with little regard for how they are confusing the fuck out of people.

Joffrey sneaks off to recruit Daeron to their little group, leading to another uncle crushing on their nephew.

NOTE! ALL THE SECOND LIFE IN ANOTHER CULTURE HAPPENS IN THE BACKGROUND AND IS DROPPED THROUGHOUT THE STORY HERE AND THERE. NOT A MAJOR COMPONENT. 

I have a shit ton more, but I might make this into a story…let me know if you want specific details or want to know more.

[gacha-addict2001]

Total Unhinged Time Travel Fix it!

The usual chosen are sent back to prevent the dance with their memories of the future and their demise fresh on their minds…but something…occurs.

So! The three sons of Rhaenyra: Jacaerys, Lucerys and Joffrey, upon their death are pulled in by the Gods of Old Valyria and asked to Prevent the Dance right? They are all up for it for various reasons, but the main being they all want to be able to live their lives out until their time comes.

The gods prepare to send them back but something or someone interferes, yoinking the three of three of them from the grips of the Old Gods and telling them that they won’t be able to stop the dance in the next life they have, only making things worse since they aren’t trained enough and they have too much hatred within them for what has happened to their families and themselves. They offer them a chance to learn the ways of a new culture so they might not only be prepared but also have something the Hightowers don’t, they agree.

Any western world is out of the way since they are all pretty much the same, so they are sent to a version of Feudal Japan, during a fantasy age in which Dragon Gods in human form rule them all, and sensing the blood of the dragon within the boys they take them in, the Emperor making them his wards while three generals make them their person protoge’s.

They live out their lives in this world, learning their martial arts, fighting techniques and weaponry and face many challenges such as rebellion, loss of a family and making a new life for themselves.

*Jacaerys becomes a mercenary under the name of Lord Crow, he takes care of orphans from the war that destroyed the country and holds a region of land that is inaccessible to many others. He is solemn and quiet, never really coming out of his hiding or being all that public as he defends his lands to the best of his ability. He becomes a pretty good spear user.

*Lucerys moved to a different province and runs the entertainment districts which is a front for information and protecting refugees from the empire he once served before it was overthrown. He developed his own brand of poison and has taken so much of it his own blood is poison. He takes the moniker Lord Butterfly as he bred his own poisonous butterfly to help him as well.

*Joffrey became a wanderer who takes out various camps from the rebellion, taking on the name of Lord Falcon. He kills any and all who destroyed the empire he once lived in; as well as delivering orphans to Jace who takes them all in without too much hassle.

All three of them work to try and overthrow the new government and end up dying in the process.

They are taken back by the gods of Old Valyria who were frantic to get them back to ensure they are the ones to prevent the dance. In that moment the three dragon gods who helped raise them appear and hand them their divine weapons they had gifted them in life, telling them to take them with them to their realm to prevent the dance. They do and are returned to the day they arrived in Dragonstone, after Luke took out Aemond’s eye.

Because of them being taken the gods expelled much energy to get them back and were unable to send them back further. They make use of it and begin to train and do what they need to be prepared for the dance that is to come.

Leads into the day Luke’s legitimacy is questioned and they are brought back to Kings Landing for the first time in years.

They display their skills as nothing as it seems and their old past that is not known to anyone is coming in to mess with things, lending to an even messier road to peace.

Oh! And Aemond and Ageon totally are not obsessed with their nephews becoming deadly killing machines with little regard for how they are confusing the fuck out of people.

Joffrey sneaks off to recruit Daeron to their little group, leading to another uncle crushing on their nephew.

NOTE! ALL THE SECOND LIFE IN ANOTHER CULTURE HAPPENS IN THE BACKGROUND AND IS DROPPED THROUGHOUT THE STORY HERE AND THERE. NOT A MAJOR COMPONENT. 

I have a shit ton more, but I might make this into a story…let me know if you want specific details or want to know more.

[gacha-addict2001]

I understand your feelings but I think it would be hard for them tbh, I was thinking maybe biweekly or once every 3 weeks so it’s not too hard on them and they get burn out of we get less quality

Ragnarok needs to be a weekly series a month is too long it’ll be 1000 years before we get to the end.

[gacha-addict2001]

Hey Lady Sunshine. I know we don't know each other. But I find it very brave and admirable that you are so open about your depression and panic attacks. I feel you gurl. try to stay strong! And if you can't, that's okay too. Showing weakness is the true strength of a sincere character. I leave you a lot of love and hope. ♥️

Oh my! Thank you, sorry for the late response. Haven’t been looking into Tumblr all that much due to college and work. But thank you for your support! 

[gacha-addict2001]

Add me on FGO if you need.

[gacha-addict2001]

No…no we’re not.

are the holmes fans ok are they ok

[gacha-addict2001]

Beautiful

You literally cannot appeal to me any more than you’ve already have. 

This?

This is a bonus.,