#AtS daemon AU

[ambrosiagourmet]

Dunmeshi Daemon AU thoughts BECAUSE I CAN

Laios: She isn’t actually settled, though they both pretend that she is. They never stopped enjoying the flexibility of her being able to change, but during Laios’ time in the military it became clear that it just gave people another excuse to bully him, so she “settled” as a white wolf.

Before the events of the story, only Falin knows that she still changes. Kabru, however, suspects. The rest of the party finds out not long after they set out to save Falin.

After Laios becomes king, she mainly stays in the form of either a lion, a hawk, or the white wolf.

Marcille: Neither Marcille nor her parents had any idea when he would settle, which was frustrating for her, and especially hard when her dad died before it happened.

He eventually settled into a nightingale, not long after she finished Ambrosia, much to her delight. She thought it was all very romantic and grand, even if he does like to mess up her hair.

He doesn’t sing much after the events of the story, but she still tells him he is quite noble and lovely.

Mithrun: Absolutely does not have one. They got ate. Before the dungeon, they were a dove.

Thistle: He took the form of a colorful songbird once Thistle started learning to play music, and would often accompany him. Sometime during Thistle’s thousand years as lord of the dungeon, he separated from Thistle. He wandered the dungeon, spending a lot of time around the town where the people of the Golden Kingdom live. They recognized him, even long after Thistle stopped visiting.

Sometimes he would report to Thistle. Sometimes they would go years without seeing each other.

He wasn’t there for the fight with Laios’ party. Yaad thinks he saw him briefly when Thistle woke up on the surface, but he’s not sure.

Kabru: He desperately wanted her to settle as a bird (which are quite popular with elves and also good at eavesdropping) (yes, the bird imagery of the canaries is very much Part Of Elf Culture in this AU). However, she is a bengal fox. Ah, well. It’s nice to have a piece of his home stuff with him. And she does give very good snuggles.

Falin: FALIN’S IS HARD… I think she might change after the chimera.

I like a beetle for her pre-resurrection. Maybe a ladybug? Or a jewel beetle, if a ladybug is too small.

After the story, she changes to a dragonfly. Everyone (expect Chilchuck) tries very hard not to make the obvious joke there. Chilchuck just makes the joke.

Chilchuck: With his canon weight management, Chilchuck is practical-minded enough to have his job influence his daemon’s form. I think she would be a rat or mouse - something small that can help him with traps, and can fit places where he can’t.

A lot of half-foot adventurers end up with rodent daemons, actually, due to the nature of their usual work. This can be the subject of mockery from the same kinds of people who are happy to use a half-foot as monster bait (or worse). Because of this, Chilchuck doesn’t mind disparaging comments about her - they help him know who is and isn’t trustworthy. However, privately, he’s quite defensive of her.

Senshi: Though she wasn’t technically settled when he went into the dungeon with his mining group, she spent most of her time as something nocturnal and practical for their work. Maybe a badger.

By the time he finally made his way out, she had settled as a tortoise. Though he loves her, the tortoise form is harder to work around sometimes - she’s slow and she takes up a lot of space, and caring for a cold-blooded creature in the dungeon isn’t always easy.

It’s not until after he meets the party, when Laios remarks offhandedly that some tortoises can survive for months without food, that Senshi fully understands why she settled on that form.

Izutsumi: she doesn’t have a daemon. Throughout childhood, this only added to her fears about not being ‘really human,’ and exacerbated her feeling separate and Wrong.

During the encounter with the succubi, she realizes the truth - she is bound to her daemon. That’s where her beast form comes from.

Due to being bound together at a young age, they are unable to change form, and stuck as their favorite form to take at the time - a cat.

[metaphor for trauma forcing children to grow up far before they should too on the nose? No? Cool]

[bucknastysbabe]

Cruel Summer - Jace Velaryon x Reader

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Virgin!Jace, Nerdy!Fratty!Jace, 80’s AU, frottage, male m4stürb4t10n, pining, Jace’s huge mf schlong, babysitter reader, Dornish!Reader, fluffy, awk first times, Jace working that thang, horny ass mofo, multiple o’s, pnv!sex, so much lube, wet n messy yeah

Taglist: @godrakin @lovelykhaleesiii @fairysluna @ilikeitbetterangsty @xfancyuu @borikenlove @aemondsversion

Jacaerys Velaryon was fucked. Sincerely fucked. He was home from his freshman year of college and there she was. Playing with little Aeg and Vis in the pool. Olive skin gleaming with droplets, a one piece fiery red and high cut. Revealing those thighs for days.

She could put Jamie Lee Curtis in Perfect to shame. Fucking Dornish babysitter that was unimaginably hot. She was back from her study abroad in Essos apparently. Luke laughed from behind, “Don’t bust the window out with that wood, Jacey.”

“Shut the fuck up Luke,” Jace barked and turned away to stomp to his room. His younger brother’s laugh echoed from downstairs. The brunette flopped down on his bed, staring up at all the old posters in his room. God, he was still such a nerd.

Joined a frat and everything, met his best friend Cregan. Cregan could pull any girl he wanted, like many others in the fraternity. Jace got a tentative handy and many attempts for pussy actually. Apparently he had a horse cock. That’s how that crazy Greyjoy bastard put it anyways.

But he still didn’t lose his v-card. Not because of an embarrassingly small prick of course, no, he ran the normal chicks off and the real sleazy ones made him wilt faster than a dying plant. A nerdy Virgin who still stuttered around chicks unless he had a couple drinks in his system.

And for the the love of the seven he was still hard as nails from baby’s perky tits. Baby. That’s what the Velaryon clan called her since little Viserys pointed at the girl and called her, “Baby! Mah babysidder!” So it stuck. Drove him fucking nuts.

The other side of the family came over for dinner and Aegon was all over Baby. But she smirked and ate it up. Why would she even want that idiotic slimeball? He’d gained, like, so much weight at college.

Aegon didn’t give a fuck though. He had that confidence border lining delusion. Jace stuttered and grinned like a fool in front of their long-time neighbor. He palmed at his cock, shifting to slide down his track pants and get his cock out, imagining himself chatting her up.

She’d giggle and press her pretty tits closer to him, purring in that Dornish lilt, “Mhm baby, want that big cock of yours so bad, kiss those pretty lips while you split me open, mmm.” Jace was stroking himself rough and quick, other hand tugging heavy balls. Biting his plump lower lip the brunette moaned, “Yeah, yeah, gonna fuck you so ha-ah-ard! Suck on those tits of yours-oh fuck!”

Jacaerys gasped as his thick cock spurted on his hand and chest, whining through his nose as he tugged his balls one good last time. He flopped back, heavy cock slapping luridly against his exposed thigh. It wasn’t long until he dozed off into sleep. Just to wake up with more cum on his belly, dreams of her dark lips enveloping the blunt tip of his cock.

Jace grumbled, “Seven forgive me, I’m like a fucking middle schooler.” He stripped his ruined clothes off and hopped into a long, hot shame shower, scrubbing the residual embarrassment off. His mom would be home soon and Uncle Daemon was probably cooking dinner now.

No one dwelled on Uncle Daemon. Targaryens are weird. Baela and Rhaena were awesome though. Half of his clothes were unpacked so Jace put on a polo button-up, jeans, and loafers. How fratty of him. He may have spent too long trying to manage his hair mullet in the mirror.

He trudged downstairs, Joff arguing with Luke over the Nintendo. Jace hollered, “It’s a stupid game you idiots!” Baela and Rhaena were curled on the couch while they ogled over a magazine with Motley Crüe or something on the cover.

Daemon was cooking, chatting with her. She turned and flashed a shining smile, Viserys in her lap. Baby cooed, “Jacey, you look all grown up! College looks good on you, when did you get home?”

Jace’s cheeks reddened and he mumbled, “Uh, a couple hours ago but I was wiped, my bad. How was Essos?”

Daemon snorted at his lame response, working on stir fry. She launched into a spiel about the culture in Braavos, chatting in that warm way of hers. He needed a drink of water. Badly. The moment was interrupted when his mom came into the kitchen, unloading her briefcase and opening her arms for little Aegon and Viserys.

She grinned at him, “Jacaerys, my sweet boy, you look so handsome. We’re all back together!” Daemon lamented, “What a joy!” She shushed the blonde and cooed at the boys, grinning. Jace looked up to make eye contact with Baby, her dark eyes hooded and intense. She sipped her orange juice, pink tongue coming out to lick away a stray drop.

Jace darted to the cabinets to get a glass for water. Ice fucking cold. He mingled a bit, answering questions about grades, the frat, making new friends. Daemon was intrigued about Cregan, his best friend. “A Northman! I guess you need a frigid bastard.” Jace rolled his eyes and sat down at the table.

Across from Baby. Who was wearing a pretty green blouse tucked into sinfully tight shorts. The blouse in question was showing off her tits, making his cheeks redden again. Everyone milled in, filling the huge table while Daemon passed out the plates of food.

He remained quiet as Rhaena talked about her tennis matches. He almost threw his fork when a bare foot nudged his own. Baby was smiling around her drink, eyes on Daemon’s girl. The eldest son chewed on some chicken slowly so he wouldn’t start choking. Because Baby’s foot was traveling up his thigh, stroking along, then toeing at his thighs. Jace whimpered, covering it poorly up with a cough.

Rhaenyra’s thin brows furrowed as she asked, “You okay sweetheart?” He nodded, making an excuse about ‘the wrong windpipe’. Baby smirked and scooched her chair forward, ball of her foot rubbing Jace’s erection.

He stood up abruptly, croaking, “Ah- I- I don’t feel well. I think it was the fast food earlier. I’m going to retire early.” His mom told him to stay in touch if anything got worse, the rest, including her, gave well wishes.

Half waddling up the stairs Jace slumped on the ground, propped up on his bed. He stared at the Star Wars poster, wondering why he couldn’t have super self-control powers like Luke Skywalker or something. But she was obviously flirting with him, sultry eyes and teasing toes evidence of that.

Jace’s heart beat rapidly, unsure of what to do. Baby was actually a very sweet girl, never a bad word spoken about her in highschool. She’d see his cock and run away screeching. He held his head in his hands, groaning in displeasure.

“Man up and fuck the girl!,” Dalton’s voice echoed.

“Obviously she’s into ya’ just give it a try,” was Cregan’s deeper tone.

Jace would just do what he did best— brood until further notice. His cock had already died down some from his anxiety. And brood he did, turning up the radio to Bananarama’s cruel summer. How fucking apt.

He laid back on his bed and stared at the ceiling.

The door cracked slightly, a thin light of illumination coming through. Jace groaned, “M’fine mom.” Her sultry accent came back, “No silly, it’s me.” He bolted upright and opened his mouth to get a manicured finger pressed to them. Baby whispered, “Hush, they think I’m gone for the night. You ran off on me?”

Jace stuttered, “I-I was going to cum at the table.”

She cocked her head and climbed onto the bed next to him, hand rubbing his chest tenderly. Baby murmured, “You never played a little footsie? Look at you, I know you were beating the girls off with a stick.” Jace miserably laughed, “Yeah, that didn’t go as planned.”

“What do you mean?”

Jace flushed and whined, “Oh god, I’ve messed around and stuff. It’s embarrassing.”

“You’re a virgin.”

The Velaryon turned away from Baby and murmured, “Yes, big whoop, Jace is still a stuttering virgin bitch.” She laughed and climbed onto his lap, grinning. He moaned, “It’s horrid, not funny Baby.” The girl played with his hair, scratching as she sought his dark eyes.

“I don’t think it’s funny because you’re a virgin. I think it’s funny because you’re so handsome. What is it? Anxiety, I get that. I was nervous too at first,” she pressed closer to whisper, “But I’ve had an awakening in college.” Jace couldn’t help but moan softly at her warm breath and soft tits.

He stammered, “Y-yeah?”

She purred, “Mhm. Found out I like em’ big. Bigger the better. Gods it feels amazing.” She shifted on his lap, his cock already back in full form. She gasped, “Oh- seems like you’re just my type too. Not every girl can take something like you’re packing. Not a girl that cares about you Jacaerys Velaryon.”

His eyes boggled. She? The most gorgeous girl who has tormented his wet dreams since puberty, cared about him. He grew serious, eyes narrowing, “Are you joking?”

“Why would I lie? I’ve been trying to get your damn attention for ages Jacey,” she turned to look down, Jacaerys pushing back her thick locks as she admitted, “I kinda, hah, would accidentally say your name in the height of passions.”

“So, do you want me? I shared my embarrassing moment and feelings.” She stared in earnest, breathtakingly gorgeous.

He nodded vicariously, “I’ve always wanted you Baby, fuck, like so bad.” He carelessly moved forward, cradling her head as he kissed the darker girl. She titled her head so they didn’t collide noses, rutting further on his cock, rough denim against his briefs. She moaned into the kiss, keeping one hand in his hair, the other trailing down to the slit in his underwear.

Jacaerys lapped at her warm tongue, lips sensually moving against her own. He softly whined through his nose when she pulled him out, getting a feel for the heft and length. She hummed, “Big boyyy, gods, stupid girls don’t know what they’re missing.”

The brunette blurted dumbly, “I don’t want those stupid girls. Like. At all.”

“Good. I get jealous. Dornish blood runs hot.”

“So does Targaryen.”

They returned to desperately sharing kisses, the girl unbuttoning her shorts desperately, Jace yanking them off and tossing the denim. She remained in a scrap of clothing desperately humping her wet pussy against him. Jace groaned, “Baby, baby, god, need you?”

She tied her thick hair back in a flurry of movement, unbuttoning and slinging off the blouse, heavy tits on display. Jacaerys instinctively covered them with his calloused hands, squeezing at flesh and thumbing at pebbled nipples, relishing in her soft whining,

She rasped, “Lube?”

“Lube?”

“Do you have lube Jacey? You have a monster cock, remember?” She began to snicker as Jace rifled around his bed and side drawer, eventually finding the tube of KY. Jacaerys stuttered, “Oh-ah, how do you want me?” While she yanked down his underwear Baby responded, “Missionary, can fit you better that way, just need a pillow under my back. You can, fuck, move my legs up for more.”

Jace flipped them around, panting with excitement. He grabbed a condom too, about to tear it open but she stopped and hummed, “M’on the pill, you’re good sweetie.” He was going to combust. But he liberally squirted lube on his fingers first, he’d done that before. “Good boy,” she rasped as Jace slid the substance around.

He dove two thick fingers into her slick cunt, stretching and rubbing at that spot making Baby call his name and squirm. He added more KY just for the hell of it, enjoying the slick and lurid noises. Then a third finger fit and he was vigorously fingering the Dornish, leaning over to suck and bite at those huge tits. She whined and clawed at his biceps, but Jace was lost in the pleasure.

He couldn’t stop, this was like crack, every sweet noise and her sloppy cunt driving him further into the need to send her into an orgasm. She did after he managed to stuff his pinky in, abusing her g-spot. Baby slapped a hand over her mouth and gushed on him, howling behind her hand, squirming and shaking.

Jace’s eyes rolled back at the wonderful sight; tear streaked face, swollen lips, heaving breasts. Baby rasped, “You fucking monster, hah, c’mere and kiss me. I know you’re excited but I want that cock more than a couple o’ pumps.”

In a sensual, lazy embrace, they twisted in the oldest dance, laughing, whining, moaning. Baby nipped his plush lips, murmuring, “Such pretty fucking lips, want them on my pussy next time.”

He kissed her harder, tucking that idea away for later.

Their make-out had turned into sloppy humping again, the eldest Velaryon gasping, “Oh, m’ready, lemme have you please!” Baby goaded him on, “Yeah, yeah, lube it up ‘kay?” Jace did so with expediency, liberally coating the heavy member.

When his blunt cockhead began to breach her entrance his mouth fell open, eyes rolling around. Baby purred, “Mmm, yeah Jacey, gonna feel s’good, slow slow, ease into it.” The brunette did his best to take it slow but the tight, wet grip around his cock had him sucking in breath and whining on every other breath.

He was about halfway now, sweating from holding back, maneuvering those perfect legs of hers to over his elbows. She arched her back and moaned, “Yes, yes, stuffing me all up baby boy.” Jace could only garble nonsense as he bottomed out, cock sleeved in her cunt. He was in heaved, Baby’s pussy so hot and ridged, pulsing around him.

“Cuh-can I?,” he wheezed.

“Mhmmmm,” she sighed with dreamy eyes.

Jacaerys tentatively pulled back and slapped back in with a wet noise. He cried out helplessly, tucking his mouth onto a perky nipple. Then instinct took over. Fuck. Breed. Fill. Jace could get very one-track minded and focused it all on fucking his Baby silly, trying to keep that need of blowing in the future.

The bed shook, she cried out, Jace keened her name, pounding her roughly. So much for keeping it quiet. “Oh gods, you feel s’good, fuck, it’s s’good,” he repeated.

“I- mm! Know!,” she whimpered.

He moved her legs over his shoulders, living in the moment, all the noises and heavenly feelings. She had bit down on a pillow to keep from screaming, shaking from head to toe. Baby was milking him like a vice now, pussy just dripping and messy. Messier when he came in her poor slit.

That thought felt like a gut punch and she bit harder, squirting on his cock. He must’ve spoken that thought out loud, desperately panting her name as he emptied his heavy balls into her cunt, stuffing it with load after load, Jace shaking and whimpering at the intensity.

They stayed locked together, both too oversensitive to move. Jace had dropped her pretty thighs, rubbing them as he laid on her chest. Her shaky hand played with his hair. Baby hoarsely muttered, “You’re mine forever. I mean it.”

“Guh- uh- yes Baby.”

They needed a shower. Then maybe Jace could try that whole pussy eating thing. Clean her up good and well, make her cry from the third orgasm. Fuck. He sure had some stories to tell Cregan when he got back.

[to-a-merrier-world]

One Piece x Daemon AU

Straw Hat Pirates' Daemons

Luffy - Peregrine Falcon (separated by DF): Settling abnormally young—at only 7 years old when Shanks gave him his hat—Luffy’s daemon is associated with freedom, intuition, and bravery. The fastest bird in the world, these falcons are also associated with a number of gods, including the sun god Ra and the sky god Horus, and are sometimes considered king of the birds. Luffy’s daemon shape was heavily influenced by his Devil Fruit and the strength of his personal goals/dreams, since his own personality is already very open, honest, and straightforward (thus, he already bares his soul to the world, even without a daemon). The small size of his daemon also often leads others to underestimate him.

Zoro - Wolf-Dog: Is anyone surprised? Zoro’s daemon reveals his nature as a mix of wild animal and loyal pet. While dog daemons are associated with servitude, wolf daemons are neither docile nor friendly (to most strangers, at least). I found this mix of loyalty, wildness, ferocity, and an orientation towards pack/protection to be a good fit for Zoro. (Especially cause everyone calls him Luffy’s loyal attack dog anyway😛). (During the time skip, Zoro separated with his daemon under Mihawk’s instruction.)

Nami - Red Fox: Foxes have it all—associated with tricksters and hoarders, cuteness and sexiness, aggression and playfulness, Nami’s daemon works well with here, both when they’re trying to survive under Arlong and as Luffy’s navigator. While sometimes associated with thieves, foxes are also known as spirits who help those in need (and punish those who are arrogant). The fox is also sometimes depicted as a guide between worlds, perfect for a navigator.

Usopp - Great Horned Owl: Usopp is the only crew member whose daemon isn’t settled before joining. His daemon settles after Ennie’s Lobby, but prior to that, she often took the form of a cape hare. Associated with wisdom, intuition, self-actualization, and victory in battle, I chose an owl for Usopp in part b/c I wanted to relate and contrast him with Luffy (both birds of prey). I also chose an owl b/c of they’re “silent killers”—appropriate for a sniper! (During the time skip, Usopp would train to separate with his daemon, but ultimately only stretched their bond, unable to fully separate.)

Sanji - Slender Mongoose: This daemon is associated with boldness, rebellion, and resourcefulness, and they’re known for taking on predators that are much bigger and badder than them (look up the mongoose vs lion confrontation!). Mongoose are also considered a protector of gods, and can be very cooperative and family-oriented. I chose a mongoose in-part because of their unassuming, rodent-like appearance (and also for the mental image of Sanji cooking with his cute mongoose daemon hanging around his neck).

Chopper - Anna's Hummingbird (separated by DF): One of the only hummingbird species that sticks around during winter, this daemon is associated with luck, healing, life, and tenacity. Chopper’s daemon appeared after he ate his Devil Fruit (and gained a human soul), and settled after Hiriluk’s death. In part, I chose this hummingbird for its pink head and b/c it’d be really cute perched on Chopper’s antler.

Robin - Spotted Hyena (separated by DF): While they’re associated with evil, impurity, and stupidity, the hyena is actually an intelligent, nurturing, and courageous animal. Settling young, only a short year after her escape from Ohara, Robin’s daemon is a reflection of both who she is and who people believe her to be. Her daemon’s form was also taken for protection—for much of her life, Robin needed a daemon who could fight back when their backs were to a wall. Luckily, once she joins the Straw Hats, she and her daemon finally find the family group they’ve been looking for, where their kindness can flourish.

Franky - Painted Dog: Franky is by no means the type to have a domesticated dog daemon, but as someone who is family-oriented, friendly, and playful (and tough as hell), a wild painted dog is a good fit. After being hit by the sea train, Franky’s daemon ended up heavily scarred, giving her a fierce look.

Brook - White Satin Moth (separated by DF): With delicate, all-white wings, these moths are often seen as symbols of loved ones visiting from the afterlife. Prior to their death, though, Brook’s daemon was a mourning dove, chosen both for the symbolism of death/mourning and because they have my favorite bird call. Imagine the duets when they were alive…

Bonus (under Read more): Ace, Sabo, Shanks, & Law! Plus, some world-building thoughts:

Ace - Lion (separated by DF): While a large, threatening predator, lions are also one of the few big cats that typically live in family groups. Ace’s daemon took this form both as a form of defense, as well as misdirection—they deeply crave family, connection, and acceptance, but can be held back by their own anger and distrust. Lions are associated with royalty, but are not associated with pirates the way bird daemons are.

Sabo - Caracal: Associated with being protectors of gods, I mostly chose a caracal for their unique jumping (reminded me of Sabo’s fighting style) and the cute ears. Both he and Ace have individualistic/loner personalities that lend them towards cat daemons, but unlike Ace, Sabo is less concerned with a family connection. Caracals are associated with both hunting and protection. (Also, I can definitely see Sabo’s daemon playing with Luffy’s by jumping to catch them^^)

Shanks - Raven (separated): One of the smartest birds around, ravens are often known as harbingers of death and doom. They are also known to communicate with other ravens about who friends and foes are, and will be friendly or hostile accordingly. Shanks and his daemon separated the traditional way, by purposeful stretching of the bond until it broke.

Law - Black-footed Cat (separated by DF): I know, I know, everyone gives him a snow leopard, which I respect, but!! This cat is the deadliest wild cat in the world with the highest kill count. Deceptively small and cute, they are known for their tenacity, bravery, and ferocity. For Law, I wanted to highlight his upbringing as the child of 2 doctors & his connection to Cora—he had a normal childhood, before everything fell apart, but his experiences surviving in Flevance and with Cora led him to a smaller, quieter daemon that wouldn’t draw attention. Also, while fierce and dangerous, Law can still be quite cute, imo🥰. And with such a small/non-threatening looking daemon, Law would tend towards hiding them, making himself appear more threatening (as people are naturally off-put by a lack of daemon).

World-building:

When a person eats a Devil Fruit, the power also applies to their daemon. (Ex: When Bon Clay mimics someone's face, his daemon can also mimic their daemon.)

When a person eats a Devil Fruit, they and their daemon are separated. Unlike the traditional and artificial methods of stretching and separating from one’s daemon, Devil Fruit separation is largely painless.

Daemons can use haki, but it is very difficult, requiring training.

It's highly stigmatized in most of the world for daemons of strangers to touch, including in fights. Pirates' daemons, however, are often seen fighting each other. However, even among pirates, it's taboo to touch another's daemon without permission.

Bird daemons are stigmatized due to their association with piracy during the pirate era (Gol Roger's daemon was a golden eagle). (Each of the Straw Hats who have/had bird daemons do so because their dreams involve being a pirate specifically.)

All races in OP have externalized souls (ex: Minks have visible auras that can interact with each other. Fishmen/merpeople have sentient water—think Moana—that follows them or is kept in special jewelry.)

[misguidedasgardian]

The White Dragon (31)

31. I bring the storm

MASTERLIST

Summary: You are back, and you don't like what you find out

Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader

Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, dragon fire, sheep eating, death, violence, armies, death, war and all that comes with it. Might miss some warnings but you know what this is about :) 

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3.8 k

Notes: This happens right before the events on “All roads”, and then after... hehe. Well this one came in pretty quickly, we returned tot he reader's POV, and well, all she was thinking about while she came back...

Three weeks

Three fucking weeks you had been trapped in this gods forsaken island

And today, you woke up to Vhaelar, flapping her wings, no signs of pain, no barren teeth, no grunts

She was ready

you were going to join the world of the living

For the last three weeks you had been in what it feels like to be the land of the dead, no other humans in sight, no ships passing by, no dragons flying above. Perhaps you truly were dead, perhaps you now will fly into an endless sky, and land into an endless beach and jungle

Perhaps you will not be able to land back on the land of the living.

But you had to try

You had no idea of what you were going to encounter once you came back, the worst scenarios playing over and over in your head

Had Sunfyre, Dreamfyre and Vhagar stormed Dragonstone and burned them all?

Was Aemma married to Aemond? Was she alright? Or Rhaenyra did something to anger them and the Greens killed her in retaliation?

Did Daemon finally snap and plunge the whole country into war? brother against brother? did Rhaenyra caved and listened to him?

In your mind, or in your worst nightmares, the war broke out, your children went to war, Aemma kept being a prisoner, and everything was at stake, your children at risk, risking their lives for something they didn’t even know they believed. Your children could have been safe, if you stood on the sidelines… But you chose a side, and your children’s life were at stake 

Was that the case?

Or perhaps everything remained the same, perhaps they were still exchanging letters and treaties and threats, perhaps they were gathering their men… perhaps nothing had happened

But Aemond attacked you and they probably think you are dead

The war broke out.

Where were your children? Did they stay North?

Did your worst fears come true? You closed your eyes as you ate the fish you catched in the sea… you were certain, your mind was plagued with nightmares at night when you managed to close your eyes.

And what were you going to do?

What decisions were you going to make?

What side?

Despite all your efforts, all the diplomacy, they still stole the crown, they usurped the Throne, they still took your daughter, Rhaenyra did nothing to prevent it despite your council, you did everything, you delivered your life tot his cause

And still everything went to shit

So… begs the question, again

What were you going to do?

“Politics and diplomacy won’t work”, you whispered to the air, “The only thing the want, is fire and blood”

You will do what’s best for your children, and the realm, and whoever stands in the way will burn

That was your destiny

So you gather all the things you had placed around your “camp”, and placed them in your dragon’s mount, and then, with a growl of Vhaelar, you strapped yourself to the saddle

“Sôbês Vhaelar”, you commanded, and feeling your own dragon’s satisfaction, she took off, for the first time in three weeks, she was able to fly through the air, almost purring

You weren’t dead, soon you were able to see Evenfall Hall, the seat of the Tarths, and you let Vhaelar stop in a field, and breath fire over an entire sheep herd, so she could feast, feed herself, you had been trying to feed her, but there is so much animals you could hunt to feed the third largest dragon in the world. 

Once she was fed and content, she took flight again as a platoon of soldiers tried to reach you. You will write to the Tarth Lord later.

You were certainly not dead

You flew above Tarth, watching their small villages and then over open water, you only had to fly North, helped by the compass you always carried, and it will take you to Dragonstone.

Vhaelar couldn’t stop grunting and growling, and you felt her emotion, her excitement, she could smell the war in the air, and the blood on the water, she was a war dragon, even if you haven't been to war yet.

In your travel North you saw ships, Essossi ships, and later on you saw Velaryon’s vessels ready to face them, an entire naval conflict was to ensue, so your worst fears clinged onto your chest. 

The war broke out

You finally, after hours of journey you saw Dragonstone over the water, the dark island was intact and they brought you comfort beyond your words, the pinnacle of the Blacks still stood, so that could only mean good things

As Vhaelar was descending you heard soldiers screaming, announcing the arrival of a dragon, Vhaelar was fast, so other dragons didn’t get to meet you, Vhaelar roared loudly, announcing her arrival 

This was unreal, you felt like you had left this island a lifetime ago. you looked at yourself and your own image had left much to be desired, your clothes worn and torn for being weeks in the wild. 

Vhaelar growled, and flew away.

And the look that Arryk gave you, he looked like he had seen a ghost

“Your grace!”, he said, bowing to you, “we thought you were dead!”, he said urgently, “you must go to Queen Rhaenyra, right away!”, he escorted you to the castle, you followed him closely, he seemed so nervous. Everybody that crossed your path looked at you wide eyed

Until he left you outside the war council room, to wait for him to introduce you

“Princes (Y/N) has come back, and awaits for an audience”

“What?”, Rhaenyra asked, “is this some sick joke?”, you couldn’t wait any longer, and pushed open the huge double doors to enter 

All the room, all of them, everyone who was in the room stopped whatever they were doing and looked up at you. Rhaenyra, too, looked like she had seen a ghost.

“Sister?”, she called, “How…?”, she didn’t even know what to ask, she seemed like she wanted to come to you, but she didn’t

“I gather everybody thought I died”, you said simply, “Well, not really”

“Where were you?”, asked Daemon strutting around the room

“Certainly not taking a vacation, my dragon was badly harmed and I got stranded in fucking Tarth!”, you explained, feeling hurt at the accusation on his tone, “I didn’t see any vessels from you lot searching for me!”, you looked around and you didn’t see nor Rhaenys, or Corlys, but Jacaerys and Lucerys where there, they seemed impressed 

“I’m so very sorry”, said Rhaenyra, “when we heard about your downfall, we thought the worst”, she muttered

“A war broke out, because we thought you were dead”, said Daemon

“Oh forgive me, how is that my fault?”, you asked, “I was struck down from the skies by Prince Aemond, on Vhagar, defending him!”, you pointed at Jacaerys

“And I thank you, for your sacrifice!”, said Rhaenyra, “we are so happy that you are back!”, she now came to you, and hugged you strangely, you hugged her back, but it wasn’t genuine, but tense and awkward.

“I need to know what has happened”, as soon as she released you she walked away from you, and you walked towards the painted table, you were so confused, everything felt so strange, “where are my children?”, you asked then, “where is my husband?”, you looked around, but no one met your eyes, “where?”, you asked

“It would be ebay if you took a bath, and ate something”, she invited, “you will not be able to help anyone if you are in this… state”, she whispered

“I first need to know where my children are”, you said firmly, nobody wanted to meet your eyes, “did something happen?”

“No, nothing happened”, said Rhaenyra, and you got tired, so you punched the table in a fit of rage, making all the pieces fall over

“WHERE ARE THEY?”, you asked. And suddenly, you feel your heart beating in your ears, suddenly your body was too heavy, and the floor seemed to pull you towards it, you felt dizzy, and you passed out.

. . .

When you woke up again, they had brought you to a comfortable room, your clothes had been removed, instead, only a soft linen white night shirt dressed you, by your side rested a plate filled with bread, cheeses, and fruits, without thinking, you devoured the plate whole, eating every grape, and every crumb

And you drank to the last drop of water that was left for you as well. So when you stood next, you felt so much better, your strength had been renewed. you saw the bath they had made for you, it was already cold, but you didn’t mind, if you washed once again with salt water you were going to lose it. 

You washed your hair with special oils, and you scrubbed your body almost raw. you cleaned your face from weeks of sand and dirt. And you felt your soul coming back to your body. 

To be able to find answers, you needed your strength, you thought, you had to gather yourself, you had to remain calm

But this was not the time to be calm

So you dressed in riding clothes, and you put braids in your hair, and when you looked at the mirror you found your old self… except with a tan, because you had been outdoors… and your look rougher, and the scar from the injury you had provoked yourself crossed the left side of your face. When you were hunting a wild boar in the forest, a branch had scratched over your eye in a vertical line… It was a white line now, but still, it was a miracle that it didn’t get infected.

You were a  wild version of yourself… a primal part of you had awakened, and you didn’t think it was going back to sleep.

So you grabbed your Valyrian steel sword that rested against the bed and you abandoned your room

You found Rhaenyra in her rooms, a whole day had passed as you gathered, because it was the morning, and when you reached Dragonstone it was the afternoon

A maid was braiding Rhaenyra’s hair, and she looked at your through the mirror

“You look better”, she said

“Thanks, now I would like to know… what is happening”, you said firmly. She only nodded and stood up from where she had sat to fix herself for the day

She made you follow her back to the war room, where the painted table stood right in the middle. 

“After we thought you died, the North called in her banners”, she said, “four weeks ago”, you nodded, “The Baratheons joined the greens, as the Lannisters, as you know”, you nodded, “soon Harrenhal became a point of interest, being key in the road to King’s Landing”, she explained, “You had send your sons to Winterfell, to Maekar flew back to Harrenhal, and Rhaegar flew with the Northerner army”, she said gently

“Where are they now?”, you asked

“The Stark army split in two, one faction went to the twins, with your son, and the other directly to Harrenhal”, she pointed at points on the map. In the corner of your eye, you saw Jacaerys entering the room, “As they reached the twins, they were attacked by the Lannisters and Tullys, but the Tullys turned on the Lannisters, and the Winter Wolves managed to win, thanks to your son”, you almost threw up your own heart

“He is fighting?”, you asked her, she averted her gaze, “he is marching with an army and risking his life?”, you asked her, enraged

“They decided that on their own”, she defended

“Where is Maekar?”, you asked, “what happened with Aemma?”

“Maekar is with Harwin”, Jacaerys said out loud, “In Harrenhal”

“Harrenhal is the most dangerous seat in the realm right now”, you said with urgency, “who is there?”

“The Tullys arrived a couple of days ago”, muttered Rhaenyra, “As did Cregan Stark”

“The royal army, as the Baratheons are marching on them now”, said Jacaerys

“Vhagar is marching on Harrenhal”, you told them, “my son and husband are there, who did you send to back them up?”, and you were met with silence, “Rhaenyra…”, she looked away, she didn’t face, “who, in dragonback, did you send to back up my son?”, you growled, feeling fire, rage burning all over your body

“Meleys is in Driftmark, soon to fight against the triarchy’s navy”, she sounded like she had broken glass down her throat, and you might just put it there yourself

“Where the fuck is Damon?”, you asked then, “AND YOUR OWN SONS?”, at this point you were screaming, “and what have you done to get my daughter back?”

“You don’t speak to your Queen like that”, whined Jacaerys, but no punk like him was going to tell you what to do

“Rhaenyra!”, you called, “fucking look at me”, and then she did was she always did when she was cornered, she got defensive, and tried to shift the blame

“If you hadn't disappeared, all of this wouldn’t have happened”, she said, “your sons started this..”, and then you saw red

“You are right, I shouldn’t have go missing, instead I should have let Vhagar eat your son, dragon and all, and then I should have come back”, you said, Rhaenyra opened her eyes widely, “remind me, to never save your family’s life again, and to fucking never fight your battles for you”, you bit down

“That is not…”

“Now… what have you done to get my daughter back?”, you asked slowly, interrupting her, fighting so hard to not jump her and murder her 

“She is probably married to Aemond, you know how much she loved him, she probably…”, you didn’t let her finished

“So you didn’t do anything…. You sent my sons to war, you don’t send anyone to support them, while you stand here, cozy and comfortable while EVERYONE is fighting this war for you?”, you asked, outraged

“I am a Queen”, and then you looked at Jacaerys, he was older than your sons, he was the heir of the claim you were fighting, instead… there he stood, with that self sufficient smug on his face. You didn’t want him to fight this war, you didn’t want anyone to fight this war… but why were your sons risking their lives and he wasn’t?

“The philosophers would argue that, that monarch who has to clarify his title verbally is not worthy of it”, you said firmly, looking at her across the table.

“What are you saying?”, she asked, again, in a defensive way

“Who are you sending to support my son?”, you asked, and she said nothing, “ANSWER ME”

“I said we cannot spare anyone…We are planning…”

“Vhagar, the biggest fucking dragon in the world flies towards my home, and you are doing nothing?”, you asked again, “my husband and son… the allies from the North that I got for you!”, you said pointing at your own chest, “And you will do nothing to protect them?”

“We have our own battlefront here, the Triarchy…”

“I will go myself…”, you barked

“No! pelase! you have to stay here in case…”

 “You didn’t support me, don’t expect my support in return!”

“What are you saying?”, she asked, indignant

“What you just heard”, you said back, you walked towards her until you had her at arm’s reach, she looked at you scared as you placed your hand on the back of her neck, to keep her in place. You saw Jacaerys try to get to his mother, but stopped midway, you leaned in and she stood still. “You better hope, that all my children are alive and well”, you whispered dangerously in her ear, “Because for one of my children that perishes”, you whispered dangerously against her ear, “I will take two of your dragons”, you threatened

“Are you threatening your queen?”, she asked, her voice high as you released her, but it broke as she was saying, “your sister?”

“A queen and a sister, fights for you, protects your family, is thankful for you risking your life for her”, you said firmly, “A real sister doesn’t try to seduce her sister’s husband”, you bit, and she opened her eyes widely, “You are not my queen”, you bit out, releasing her, “you are not my sister”, you started to walk out of the room, “you can fight your own war, I’m pulling my children and my allies out of this”, and before she could protest, you walked out

You didn’t know where your uncle was, you didn’t fucking care as adrenaline filled your veins with fire, a dragon could burn you right now and you were confident that you wouldn’t feel a thing… you were certain of it.

You had to get to Harrenhal, if it was not already too late.

Your family

Your heart clenched on your chest as you thought about your children, your dragonlings… alone, fighting a war. Vhaelar growled loudly, feeling your distress, but you also felt her lust for blood, for fire, and you were going to give it to her. 

Dragons had a brilliant memory, you knew it, and she wants revenge for what Vhagar did to her. 

Nothing more matters

Your children will come out of this alive and nothing will stop you to achieve that goal

Nothing

So you flew towards Harrenhal, you knew that the army was probably marching above the King’s road north, so you followed that path. Vhaelar growled under you as she sensed the presence of another dragon, you knew her, she had the instincts of a hunter, so she knew perfectly well what it meant,

As you flew amongst the clouds, high in the sky, you saw it, Vhagar chasing Aerion, your instincts flared out, specially your mother instincts, whatever was threatening your child had to go, had to be eliminated, so you just muttered a single command.

“Arghugon, Vhaelar”. you said firmly, and that is all it took for the white demon to hunt the Queen of dragons

[Hunt, Vhaelar]

So after the conversation between your son and half-siblings, it was time to gather at home… you walked towards the army that was gathered, as you looked upon the thousand of men, there was only one who stood up amongst everyone else.

“Harwin!”, you called, in desperation, as you ran towards him, he as he saw you ran towards you in turn, and you threw yourself in his arms, the collision was beautiful, embracing each other in open arms

“My love!”, he cried in your ear, “you are alive” 

“I’m alive!”, you cried, “I’m sorry I made you think I wasn’t”, he released you, only to cradle your face with his big hands, and to look into your face and realize that you were truly there, standing right in front of him

“What happened?”, he asked, “are you well?”

“I’m well, VHagar bit Vhaelar’s wing, she was recuperating in Tarth, I couldn’t get back!”, you explained, and he embraced you in his arms again

“You are not going to leave my sight ever again”, he whispered against your ear, “you hear me?”

“Yes husband, I’m sorry!”, you whined, “everyone if fighting because of me”

“No we are not”, he murmured, “we would have done it anyways”

When everyone calmed down, you returned to the White Hall, marching slowly with the army, the remains of the Baratheons, Lord Borros and the Royal army had surrendered, but still they were being taken prisoners

You walked hand in hand with Harwin, alongside Cregan, at the head of the march, your child and your half siblings behind you, speaking amongst each other 

“Cregan, you should take your army and go back home”, you said, “I shouldn’t have brought you into this”

“This isn’t over”, he muttered, “you might not want to fight for your sister, but Otto Hightower and Aegon Targaryen are still a threat, to you and to your children. You nodded, “we will see what is to come, I’m sure that first you would like to see your children”

“I would”, you answered truthfully

“We will speak more freely when we know how the current battlefronts are being fought”, he said

When you arrived home, the leaders of the armies met, Aemond and Helaena included

“They are greens!”, chanted one of the Northerners

“Not anymore”, muttered Aemond, “they lost all the leverage they had over me”, he said firmly, “i will follow my sister now”

“Good”, chanted one

“Alright, what’s next?”, asked another

“The armies that still remain with the Greens are all south and east”, said Aemond openly, pointing at a big table with a map over it, “The other half of the Lannsiter army that are still alive is with their fleet, they will make port at Old Oak and march in Highgarden from there”, he said pointing in the map, the idea is to pressure the Tyrells, because from right now they are declaring themselves neutral to this conflict, with them all the food and resources of the Kingdom will be lost to our side”, he told them, and everyone got quiet, “in addition the HIghtowers are marching from Old Town, with a force that large they will fuck up everything in their path” 

“Aemma is going there, in the Bronze Fury, with Steffon”, she said, “she wants to stop that from happening”

“Then I will go and meet her”, said Aemond

“The Hightower army would listen to you?”, you asked, and he doubted

“I’m not sure, but they will certainly not listen to you”, he said, “I’m your best choice, Aegon is missing, he left the capital, badly injured, nobody knows where he is, it is my grandfather who is behind this, Otto HIghtower”

“Then you should go”, you said in front of all of them, and they all nodded, “that force is marching north, in whichever side we stand”, you said clearly, “we need to dissolve the forces”

“Whoever of the Targaryen sits the Iron Throne that is of no consequence, but it cannot be my grandfather”, said Aemond, “he has no Targaryens on his power now, he doesn’t have me, and he doesn’t have Aegon or his children”, he said looking at Helaena,  “his reign of terror should be over”

“So we dissolve his armies, and surround the capital and ask for his surrender”, you said, “the power are of Targaryens, once we settle in the capital we will decide who will rule”

“Aye!”, chanted a lot of them.

Once the meeting was adjourned, you grabbed Aemond gently and took him to the side

“I was serious, you need a dragon”, you muttered

“You can’t find them anywhere”, he growled, reviving how hard it was for him to bond himself to a dragon in the first place

“I know where we can find one”, you muttered, “Dragonstone”

“They will kill me on sight”

“Not if they don’t see you, not if I take you and i distract them while you sneak into the Dragon mount”, he nodded

“Do you have any dragons in mind?”, he asked, and you smiled

“In fact I do”

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[acaciapines]

Leafkit is born with kudzu around her throat. It is, of course, her daemon, her heart-plant, the other half of her soul. It is a gift given to her by the very stars above, a blessing from Starclan, and it wraps tightly around her paws, and blooms across her back, and digs its roots in deeper, as she grows and loves and loses, again and again and again. She's never been good and wanting only what Starclan wished for her.

that's right. warrior cat "daemon" au! it was a lot of fun to puzzle this one out, haha. i think it counts as a daemon au. mostly. sort of. look i consider it one and thats what is important.

its also a love letter to leafpool. but. it was always going to be, i think.

thanks to @mallowstep for posting about warrior cats and daemon aus, because without that the final pieces never would have clicked for me. <3

[tmsh-au-blog]

More lore for my AU? Buckle up!

This is a MUCH darker take on the AU.

I personally prefer a darker reason for Dream eating the apple. Either that or baby boy has WAY too much pent-up negativity and SNAPS. (I am evil and no I'm not sorry. Dream is a fun character to experiment with).

Shade needed his family and said family was not there for him. Desperation and fear drove him to do the unthinkable. To willingly SHATTER himself. Alone, afraid and out of options he ate the apple.

TW: Stalking/harassment, one night stand, alcohol, and attempted R word. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

He was being stalked by Yan (fallen stars Swap) who despite Shade making it clear that the sake fueled one-night stand meant nothing, nor did he want to date Yan.

Splinter (FS Ink) had gone completely mad on red and pink paint so he enjoyed tormenting Shade for entertainment.

Yan tried many times to force himself on Shade who by this point was all alone.

When he begged Illusion for help, he was turned away by Daemon (gatekeeper of the system. Illusion has DID) very coldly. Daemon being paranoid decided Shade was lying and refused to protect him from Yan. Shade being too weak from the imbalance turned to the remains of the tree of feelings in desperation to gain enough power to FORCE Yan to leave him alone.

This is before Shattered fully takes over when the transformation is still fresh and all Shade can hear is angry whispers : "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

Yan did NOT leave him alone even after gaining that power.

Yan also stalked Shattered though he didn't really pay Yan any mind because he was more afraid of Jax finding him and the shattered balance caused by Shade eating his apple.

[mayalaen]

what i'm working on

Somebody asked me to post titles and summaries of what I'm working on. I don't think they expected THIS much but I always have tons of stuff in my working folder.

In His Image - (ST) the Steddie genderswap fic I'm currently posting.

CONventional Psychopathy Part 4 - (SPN) Dean takes Cas to Gadreel's loft to recover. Also working on Part 5, 6, and 7.

How I Spent My Summer Probation - (ST) Eddie fic with disciplinarian Uncle Wayne and Papa Hopper

OCF - (ST) omegas in a correctional facility for a certain Fishie

Eyeless (named after the Slipknot song) (Fargo/ST) Gator from Fargo in prison with Billy and Eddie fic

Bullseye Studios - (ST) a pr0n studio just outside Hawkins

The Billionaires' Club - (SPN AU) Billionaires are outlawed and once they hit $1b in assets, they're assigned a caretaker who disciplines them and keeps them from being evil.

?Vampires? - (SPN/AtS/BtVS) Dean gets turned by Spike and has his entire life changed in the blink of an eye.

?Interrogation Room? - (ST) shortfic? where Hopper decides Eddie, Billy, and Steve have gotten into too much trouble and need a firm hand so he spanks them in the interrogation room but oops Billy likes it!

?Eddie Has Siblings? - (ST) Eddie has an abusive older brother and sister. Wayne got him away from them, but they've come to Hawkins to visit baby brother.

Caging the Mongoose Timestamp - (SPN) Dean fucks up. Bad. And on purpose for attention. So he gets spanked right in an interrogation room in The Post Office by Dembe and Cooper.

A Faceless Demon - (SPN) KinkDotCom fusion with Van helping Dean let go of some shit.

You Live Here Now - (Fargo/ST) Munch doesn't blind Gator. He drops him off at a ranch in Hawkins, Indiana instead where Hopper, Billy, and a few others help rehabilitate him against his will.

?Eddie & The Basketball Team? - (ST) Eddie gets into a bad situation at a party. Billy's there to pick up the pieces.

??? - (ST/HDM) Future fic with daemons where Billy is a firefighter living with an abusive partner but his daemon thinks that paramedic guy is a much better partner, and she also thinks his daemon is hot.

Billy Has to Ask - (ST) Max is sick of Billy's shit. El scares the shit out of him and from then on he mostly does what Max says. If he fucks up, she makes him go to an adult and ask for a spanking.

??? - (X-Files/SPN) Sam and Dean are undercover but so are Skinner and Mulder. Skinner doesn't like Dean's attitude or Sam's arguments, so he puts them under FBI care. Namely himself.

?Threesome Soulmate AU? - I don't even know what fandom I want this in but it's an idea that's been stuck in my head for years and wants to come out. An aro, an ace, and a demi are all very reluctant soulmates.

Long Distance Call - (SPN) Dean's an omega without an alpha until their newest roommate, Pamela Barnes, moves in.

I'm probably missing a few, but there ya go!

[mondstaub1]

Lucemond vikings au

Part 3

Aemond watched his captive with amusement as the boy ate his food like an starved animal. Everytime Luke looked up from his food and stopped. Aemond grinning at him, then he slowed down a little, for a short while before the circle repeated itself. He just couldn't help it, it was so rare for him to eat so fully, he did not want to waiste the opportunity, otherwise Aemond might change his mind and take it away.

"I have buisness in the town today, you will stay here and do your chorse", Aemond said when he finished eating, "you better not be lazy, I want everything done when I return." The or else hang in the air unspoken, Luke curled a bit into himself but nodded. Aemond smirked, he did not intend to harm Luke, but he did not know his.

After a few moments of silents the boy asked: "What are my chores?" "Clean the house, wash all the clothes and hang them to dry, do the dishes and have food on the table when I return, also have a hot bath ready", Aemond listed, "You can get water by the river south from here, everything else you need is in the copboards."

Without another word he stood up and left, leaving Luke behind, the boys hard bounding in fear of a punishment that would never come.

Few people were awake so early in them morning, so Aemond hoped he could avoide his gossiping family but it was not to be he was barely out of the house when he heard a familiar voice: "Dear nephew", Daemon Targaryen called, his chief and uncle, "I heard you brought something special home from our last raid." Damn it he did not want to talk about Luke, espacally with his uncle (or older brother for that matter). "I did", he aswered shortly hoping to cut the conversation short. But no of course not. "Did you fuck him?", his uncle asked. Why was everyone so focust on this? first Aegon then Daeron and now Daemon. "No", he said turning away. "Why not?", the older man asked. Silently resining to having this conversation Aemond turned back around, "That is none that it is any of your buisness.", he answered. "Oh come on nephew, don't be like that", Daemon drawled, "why else would you bring that pretty little think back home?" "He is intrigued to me", he retorded. "Oh he intrigued you", the older man mocked, "Then how about you intuduce him to us, then we see why he intrigued you so much", his oncle said and Aemond froze. "You want to meet him?", "Yes", Daemon answered, "Don't make such a face boy. What? Are you afraid someome will take that pretty thing away from you."

Aemond didn't give his uncle the sadisfaction of answering but that was in fact what he feared. Daemon had the political power to take whatever he wanted and Aegon was shameless enough to do the same. Lukes crys would mean nothing to them. They would not care if they were to shame him. He was only a slave after all. Aemond wasn't even sure why he himself cared so much. There was just something about the small boy.

"Bring him along tomrrow", his oncles voice brought him back to the present, "let's see about the small treasure you brought along." With those words Daemon left. Aemond went on his way trying to ignore the bit in his stomach.

Meanwhile with Luke

Luke was left there sitting on the table in fear, staring at his emty plate without seeing. He needed to hurry, he could not risk Aemond's fury. He was dependent on the mans mercy. So he got up and looked through all the cupboards, after finding the bucket Luke went down to the stream, which Aemond had told him about. When he dipped the bucket into the water Luke suddered, it was freasing. He brought the water back to the house and started scrubbing the dishes, then he went to cleaning the house. it was curious indeed, Luke had never seen so many diffrent wappons, there were swords in diffrent shields, daggers, bow and arrow and what scared him the most a wipp. Luke trempeled seeing the leather string, he feared that it could be used on him. So he work tiresly the entire day, nearly freasing his hands of when washing clothes in the river. He finished just in time when Aemond came through the door.

Aemond pov.

When Aemond entered his home he was greeted by a delightful smell, a steaming bath and an anxious looking boy standing akwardly in from of him. Luke asured him everything was ready and done just like he had asked. He gave Luke a smile to which he seemed to relax a little. "What did you make? The boy stiffened once again before answering "Fish ... and vegetables". With a nod Aemond sat down and they began to eat. After a while Aemond decided to tell Luke about meeting his family: "My uncle the chief wants to meet you. So tomorrow I will take you to meet the rest of my family." Luke looked up unsure of what to answer after a few moments he nodded in acknowledgment "If you say so". Aemond could not help but notice how qiet Luke was but he shrugged it of, the boy was likely just tired. After they ate Luke cleaned up the table while Aemond cecked the water in the bathtube. "You should get more hot water it is getting cold", he said to Lucerys, once again the boy nodded and did as he was bidden. When he came back he stared to heat the water over the fireplace while Aemond stripped, which Luke tried very hard to ignore despite his face turning Red as an apple to Aemonds amusement. "What is it little boy? Never seen a naked man before?", he asked mockingly. Luke stilled oviously mortified at getting caught but at first he did not answer. For some reason that irked Aemond, he wated Luke to look at him and answer. So he stipped right infront of the younger grapped his chin to make him look up and wispered lowly "I asked you something, it is rud not to answer." Lukes face was on fire, his eyes wide as he stuttered "N-no ne-ver" Aemond grinned. He found he liked that Luke on his captive, very much indeed. "Well then it is high time for you to learn", Aemond said, "get the hot water and then help me." "Help with what?" Luke asked nervously. " With bathing", Aemond replied smuggly. Lucerys' hands were shaking when he pored the water into the bathtube and Aemond climed into it. He looked at the man not sure what to do now. "Get soap and a towel" Luke did and then Aemond pulled him closer. "Go on then you surely know how to wash someone", he said. Luke swore he would be melting from embarrassment. It did not help that somehow he felt bit excided, as much as it shamed him to edmit even to himself, Aemond was handsome and seeing him like that made his stomack feel weird. He knelt down beside the tube and stared applicing the soap on the man using the fabric to clean Aemonds white skin. When the more he cleaned the hotter his face grew. He could not deny he did not mind Aemond strong chest and he was ripped but the deeper he went the more he felt shame climg to him, while Aemond grinned. He tried to skip Aemonds ... He flused even thinking it but he man grapped his hand. "You forgot a spote" he wispered mockingly. Luke wished the floor would swollow him whole, even more so when he realised that the man was hard. Luke pulled his hand away, deeply mortified. He expected Aemond to get mad at him for disobeying him, but he just laught. "Ok enough, you can go to bed. See you in the morning." Luke did not need to be told twice as ge hurried away. Sadly sleep avoided him despite being increadably tired. The strang feeling in his stomack and between his legs would not go away as Aemonds immage would not leave him. It was made worse when he realised that they had only one bed as Aemond lay down next to him.

[newcaptainofsquad9]

Something Familiar~Plus Sized! Rhaenyra Targaryen x Black! plus sized! reader

Pairing: Rhaenyra x reader

Genre: Modern AU, friends to lovers, College AU, Hurt and Comfort, Smut

Warnings: Smut, 18 + only.  Mentions of fatphobia, colorism and racism. 

Summary: After watching Rhaenyra go through a long string of lovers, you’re left with her on another winter weekend, a bi weekly girls night  that occurs throughout the semester. You find comfort and solace within her, confessions are made along with discovering things about each other.   

Word Count: 4, 124

Writer’s Note: I wished we got a more plus sized Rhaenyra from the books so here’s a bit of that here. I couldn’t get that damn SZA snl song out my head and thought what if Rhaenyra wanted a big girl herself and finding not just the perfect cuffing season partner, but an amazing partner in general. Hope you guys enjoy it!

“You sure you don’t want me to order in something for you?” Rhaenyra asked for the third time. 

You snuggled on the blue sofa with her large, golden stuffed dragon, Syrax and shook your head yet again. 

“I ate after class, like I said before, Rhae,” you said. “I’m fine.”

Rhaenyra frowned as she returned to her phone to type away at something, leaving you to her stuffed dragon and your thoughts. She looked quite cozy this evening: gray hoodie that pooled down to her knees, black sweat pants that brought out her curves and ass so well (a little too well but this was the first time in a long time you found yourself looking so hard). Her hair even looked effortless in a lazy updo of silver strands that always had you mesmerized. 

“Y/N, your last class ended at 3, it’s only 5 and we’ve got a long night of drinking and movie watching to get through,” she said. Her fingers still worked against her phone screen while she spoke. “And you need to eat again, so I’ve got a pizza ordered for us later. OK?”

You only shrugged, accepting your fate and held Syrax closer. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to eat, that asshole you went out on one date with still got to you. Rhaenyra must have caught on to your troubled demeanor, already stepping over to the couch and taking the spot next to you. 

“What’s wrong?” she said. Her purple eyes shined with concern, they were a bit light from this close, not that you were paying too much attention to them. “Did you want something else?”

“No, pizza is fine. It’s not about that,” you said. 

“Then what?” Rhaenyra whined. “Did finals go to shit? Did some asshole hit your bike again.” 

“No, but there was an asshole,” you said. You fidgeted with your fingers as you continued. “Remember that guy I met at the bar?”

Rhaenyra nodded and placed her hand on her temple. 

“Red Keep, yeah?” she said. “Was it that broody, handsome guy? Crispin?”

“Criston,” you said, correcting her. “Yeah, the first few dates went well. Charming as he was when I saw him but...”

You trailed off at the thought of him and his abhorred attitude. Rhaenyra laced her hands together with yours, a look of fierceness overtook her face. 

“What did that fucker do?” she said. “If he hurt or touched you--”

“He didn’t.” you said. “Well, not physically at least. He started pestering me about weight and losing it soon before he wanted to take me out to more fancy places and even accused me of giving it up too fast when I just wanted to kiss him. He mentioned how Black girls were easy and I just walked away from it. He looked unstable when I did so I blocked him on all socials”

Rhaenyra blinked. You thought she didn’t hear you, but her face told you all you needed to know: it was bunched up in fury. Her hands went to the pockets of her hoodie, yanking out her cell phone.

“Rhae, what are you doing?”

“Getting Harwin to beat his ass,” she said. “Maybe even Daemon, he still has a soft spot for you.”

You took her wrists, stopping her before she could finish a text to Harwin. Harwin Strong. Her ex-boyfriend and current on-again-off-again friend with extra benefits, benefits you heard of constantly through texts and phone calls. You didn’t’ hate Harwin (the opposite, he was cool), but you hated how much Rhaenyra harped on how good he was at the devils tango. Sure, it was nice to hear your friend so satisfied but you felt insecure about it. Not that you didn’t like Harwin like that (he was fine as hell, Rhaenyra had taste clearly) but you always craved her attention, well, more of it. 

“Don’t! I handled it,” you said. 

Rhaenyra nodded, fingers tapping he screen again to instead go to her contact list, thumb hovering over Daemon’s number. Your ex and an extremely hot headed man who might kill Criston.

“Daemon, then?” Rhaenyra asked, a little too calmly. “He might leave Criston with a broken leg, or worse.” 

“Rhaenyra! No,” you whined. “It’s OK.”

“It’s not, Y/N,” she said. “You’re too good for that. That bastard hurt my best friend, and I’d get him back for you. You know that, right?”

Rhaenyra’s purple eyes bore into yours, sucking you into their gorgeous pools. That was why you wanted more of her attention. She cared about you, more than Daemon did, more than anything Criston ever tried to do in the brief moments you both dated. You never been with women intimately before, yet you couldn’t help but fantasize of what it would be like with Rhaenyra; the one holding her, kissing her and the one she raves about to her friends. 

“I can get his ass if you don’t want Daemon to,”  she said. “Y/N? You all right? You’re sure he didn’t do anything else? You look distant.”

Damn, she caught you. Well at least she still thinks its about Criston, you didn’t know how to bring these feelings up to Rhaenyra. It wasn’t about her not being into women; Rhaenyra came out to you as bisexual a year of knowing you during freshman year, so you knew she was into women too. She also dated Black people too so that wasn’t an obstacle either. The main and only obstacle in the way was that of your friendship, you were never closed to to the friends you had growing up and Rhaenyra was different. She actually cared, like she did now by threatening a guy you dated for about a month--she understood it could have been much worse. 

“Y/N, talk to me,” Rhaenyra said. She took your hand and squeezed it. “I can hop in my car right now and key his car, give me the word.” 

You shook your head this time, yet you couldn’t help but giggle at the threat of it all. 

Rhaenyra smiled too. 

“I’m serious, that bastard fucked with the wrong bestie,” she said. “You sure he didn’t do anything else?”

“I am,” you said. “Y-You didn’t have to threaten him with Harwin and Daemon. You wanted him to disappear, didn’t you? ”

Rhaenyra shrugged, her smile widened as she rubbed down gently on your knuckles. 

“No,” she stated quickly. You gave her a good side eye, forcing her to continue. “Well, I just wanted Harwin rough him up a bit in case he’d try something like that again. Would a mild threat be OK?” 

You gave in, anything to stop discussing your almost-douchebag-of-an-ex. 

“Yes, but if Harwin goes too hard on him, I heard nothing,” you said as you retreated back against her stuffed dragon Syrax, cuddling against her golden belly. “What film are we starting with?”

***

You found yourself slotted on the sofa with Syrax between you and Rhaenyra, pizza boxes on the table before you, along with a package of cheap, Christmas-themed cookies from her refrigerator; the movie that played was a spicy, albeit, a little too spicy rom-com. 

Halfway through the movie and the characters are already heavy petting, making out and moaning like no one’s business, pushing it’s supposed PG-13 rating to it’s extreme. You felt the room get hot as the two female leads made out on the bed, one in the others lap, not giving the other a chance to breathe in the kiss. 

“Wow, they’re really going at it, aren’t they?” you said. You got up from the sofa, grabbing a few cookies. “These cookies are amazing.” 

Rhaenyra nodded. She pulled you by your wrist, then tugged you closer until you were nearly in her lap, sat on her thick, plush knee. The heat rose up in your chest, burning well enough for sweat to follow underneath your long sleeve. It wasn’t pulled down properly to cover the entirety of your bear back brushing her abdomen as she pulled you flush against her. 

“You’re tense,” she said. Her hands were warm against the skin of your back, foreign at how quick they flew there. It made you shiver. “Are you ok? Do you want to watch something else?”   

You shook your head and attempted to flee from the close contact, yet Rhaenyra pulled you further against her until your back hit her soft stomach; she had you trapped within her arms before your second attempt, chuckling near your ear. 

“Is there something wrong with cuddles?” she said. “We always cuddle. Are you still upset about Criston?” 

She wrapped her arms around your waist, laid her chin against your shoulder with those lilac eyes full of enough love and concern that always managed to make you feel safe. That was the issue though, it didn’t make you feel comfort, rather hot and bothered with how she touched your skin so easily. It could be familiar, like her and Harwin and the other string of exes and lovers she left in your wake during your friendship. With her so close now it was difficult not to notice how straight her white hair was, reflective of snow that fell and just as beautiful. Her lips full and rosy, perfect and kissable. Too perfect. 

Rhaenyra leaned closer, forehead on the edge of your jaw as she leaned her head up; you leaned your head down, lips meeting hers in a kiss. Her lips were soft, tasting sweet as the cookies you shared: like a sugar-filled concoction that emulated Christmas--something you craved throughout life, a nostalgia you couldn’t reach but always yearned. Her arms tightened around you, twisted you so that you were now straddling her. 

The feeling of her plush thighs under your ass broke you from your spell. You pulled back from her, breathless and embarrassed due to the heat that radiated so, you felt itchy. Suddenly Harwin and those lovers invaded your mind, what if she still had feelings for them? What if you fucked it up for yourself and your friendship?

Rhaenyra saw your internal panic and placed a hand on your cheek. 

“Y/N, breathe,” she instructed. 

You tried to do so, yet it grew ineffectual as words spilled from you fast.

“I’m so sorry! I-I know you’re probably getting back together with Harwin,” you blurted. “I-I shouldn’t have kissed you, I-I was in a moment!”

Rhaenyra tilted her head and raised an eyebrow. 

“What moment was it?” she said. “And last time I checked, I haven’t dated Harwin in a year, haven’t fucked him in six months.”

“Nyra, I’m being serious,” you groaned. “You don’t have anyone else? The kiss wasn’t weird, was it?”

She shook her head. 

“No one. And it wasn’t weird, different but a good different,” Rhaenyra said. She caressed your sides, then pushed at the plump middle. “But familiar at the same time. I always thought you were hot, Y/N, I just couldn’t find it  in me to act. But you did that for us. I should have done it before, I always wondered why you looked at me in certain ways.” 

As Rhaenyra spoke her eyes devoured you, traced every inch while her hand rested against your thigh. Her touch was warm now, inviting as you played with the strings of her hoodie. 

“What ways?” you said. 

She smiled again, bearing beautiful teeth while she snickered. 

“Like I was the ground you worshiped,” Rhaenyra said. “Not in the literal sense, that’s more of Harwin’s style but you would do anything for me. Which scared me, because I wanted to be that for you. I am that for you, that’s why I wanted to deal with Criston. I knew he wasn’t good for you.” 

Her lilac eyes flashed with anger at the mention of Criston. You watched her and contemplated getting off her lap, but  she kept you there as she took your hand.

“I’m willing to try whatever you want tonight,” Rhaenyra said. Her eyes softened again before she pressed a light kiss to your hand. “We can finish the frisky film, or get a little frisky ourselves. I like having you on my lap,pretty girl.”

Rhaenyra’s words made you warm. It was a good warm this time, no longer leading with an itch but something calmer, yet you were still weary with any sort of frisky fun she suggested. Sure, you made the first move, but she was still your best friend. 

“Y/N, are you still with me?” she said. Her hand traveled to your arm to trace it softly. “We don’t have to if you don’t want to--”

“But I do, Rhaenyra!” you blurted, cutting her off. “I-I love- l-like kissing you. It felt better than kissing Daemon, much better.”

Rhaenyra kneaded at your thighs to bring you closer till your chests pressed against one another, along with your foreheads, lips inches from one another. 

“Can I kiss you this time?”  she said. 

You nodded and leaned in to kiss her. 

“I need a yes, Y/N,” she whispered, her hands caressing your face. “Let me hear you.”

“Yes,” you said, “Kiss me.”

Rhaenyra’s lips met yours again with enough fire that you had to suppress a moan. Your lips moved together fervently as a dance that basked in the sweet tastes you both shared: of lust, cheap tasting cookies an enough passion. The both of you broke from each other after a few moments, eyes huge and never leaving each other to speak non-verbally. 

Her mouth went to your neck to lay soft kisses to the skin, all the while slight moving her hips, thighs slipping under you expertly, alleviating a nice, tight feeling at your core. 

“Nyra,” you groaned. Hands found themselves in her silver locks, you tugged slightly. “You’re moving too fast.”

Rhaenyra chuckled, sudden warm breath tickled you while her lips stopped just below your jaw at the base of your throat. 

“Oh? You want me to go slower?” she said. Her voice playful and low on your skin, kisses continued prolonged and deep to leave a few marks. “Does it feel good?”

She jerked her hips again, forcing you to tilt your head back and grasp at her arms for support. It felt wonderful. Her voice, the kisses, the movement of her hips: soft, big and strong for you. Careful for you. Was she ever this good for Harwin? 

“Y/N? Shit, am I really going to fast?” Rhaenyra said. 

She pulled back to give you space yet you chased; you kissed her and wrapped your arms around her neck to keep her close.

“N-No, it feels amazing,” you said against her lips. “I-I’m just overthinking is all. Can I be honest?”    

Rhaenyra nodded sharply, lilac eyes never left your face. It was safe. She solidified that feeling for you.

“You won’t compare me to Harwin? I-It’s not like I’m jealous of him or anything!” 

Of course she’d think you’re jealous of him. This is the third time you’e mentioned him while you’re on her lap during a make out session. 

“No, I won’t, Y/N,” she said. Her lilac danced with a bit of mischief as they waltzed the curves of your body. “But it’s ok if you are jealous. I know I was of Daemon.”

“Wait? You were?” you said.  

“Yeah, I see what you saw in him,” Rhaenyra said. “He’t hot, got an energy about me that makes people want to be with him but he’s not my type. He’s got too much fire, like someone you know?” 

“Yeah,” you giggled. “You both are very passionate. He was a decent boyfriend but didn’t pay attention to me as much as I want.”

Rhaenyra hummed against your neck and planted a few more kisses there. 

“You told me, I remember all of the complaints,” she said, engraving the words into the crook of your neck. “I wanted so much to tell you that you could do so much better, I could be so much better. But I was with Harwin and I thought you were completely happy. Did Daemon make you feel that way?”

You knew the answer as soon as she asked, even though the kisses she accumulated was a major distraction. 

“No, he was decent, sure and great on certain occasions but I wasn’t happy,” you explained. “But right now I feel content with you.”

Rhaenyra’s lips spread to a grin that tickled at your skin. You couldn’t help but smile too. 

“Was he good with his mouth?” she said. “Well, besides running it that is.”

The heat rose up in you again. The bad heat this time, yet it transformed into the good kind that struck your core as Rhaenyra’s hands traced down your belly to your inner thigh to pet the flesh there.

“Don’t get shy on me again, love,” she whispered. “Did Daemon eat you out like he should have? I don’t remember any stories of any mind-blowing orgasms about it. Matter of fact, maybe his dick was lacking in that department too.”

“Rhaenyra!” 

She giggled and kissed the corner of your lips. Her hand squeezed at your thigh, jolting you at the sensation. You cringed at the jiggly skin she felt. Criston popped back into your head and even Daemon who didn’t have a problem with your weight but did joke about at times you didn’t like. 

“Aw? I’ve eaten plenty of pussy and I think I’ll love yours the best, don’t you think?” Rhaenyra asked. She tilted her head, yet dropped some of the cockiness as she saw your panic again. “Was that too much? Want me to drop the dirty talk?”

You shook your head. You loved it. But will Rhaenyra love your body? Sure, she was plus sized too but you knew how people were. Some Black guys you liked and knew had issues with Black women, darker ones especially and the fat ones too. It was cruel and you couldn’t help but think Rhaenyra wouldn’t like what she saw underneath. Once the pants and panties came off and she saw how your legs looked. Would she still want you.

“Y/N? Talk to me?” Rhaenyra said. Her lilac eyes were still attentive as they were.

“Will the dirty talk stay once you see me?” you wondered. “Once you see me, I-I won’t be too big for you, will I? You’ll still want me?”

Rhaenyra’s eyes softened; her hands left your thighs, cupped your face before she leaned in to plant a deep kiss to your forehead then a few to your jaw and a tiny, but passionate one to your mouth. 

“Of course. I love all of you,” she cooed with more kisses to your face. “I’ll take care of you and go at your pace. I promise, what ever you want me to do, I’ll do it.” 

You laughed at the kisses,  a barrage of them that made you flush with enough love you could have combusted then and there. Rhaenyra was a safe space, safe enough that you wanted this, wanting fully to let her show you how much the love fueled her in whatever you both wanted to do. You didn’t know what this was. What you were both doing but it felt right. It felt amazing. 

“So, babygirl? Can I try my best to make you feel great?” Rhaenyra said, her voice deeper now and ready to put the skills she claimed Daemon lacked to good use. 

You nodded, whispered a yes and that’s all it took for the fire to drive Rhaenyra: her hands slid under your thighs as she picked you up and flipped you so that she straddled you now. Her lips worked more heat on you, attacking your neck and chest before she tugged at the end of your hoodie. 

“Can I take this off?”

A nod. She took it off, then attached her lips back to your own. Her tongue slipped in, eating a moan that drove from you while her hands cupped and played with your breasts. She hummed at the feeling as she pinched and played with the clothed nipple.

“No bra? What a naughty girl,” Rhaenyra purred. 

You spoke through pants as she moved down your neck and devolved a few more fresh hickies.

“I wore a big enough hood and it was--Nyra!”

Your hips bucked as she squeezed both breasts then twirled the nipples with delicate hands. 

“Mmmh, I could stay here all night but that won’t be much fun, would it?” she said. 

Rhaenyra lifted herself from her straddled position on your lap, lowered herself to the floor all while slotting a hand between your thighs and pulling against the elastic of your sweats. Your pussy throbbed at her new position: lilac eyes staring straight up at you with so much yearning you could have came then and there; her hair already seemed fucked out, strands wavy and sprawled all over her face.

She pulled your sweats down slow. The air that hit your bare legs and your core underneath your sweats made you squirm. Rhaenyra beamed. Her attention never left you as she kissed at your inner thighs, squeezing at the plush areas and ghosting fainting kisses near your core. You whined at how close she was. All she needed to do was pull the last piece of fabric away and there you would be. There she would be. 

“Fuck, you’re wet. There’s this little damp spot right, here,” she whispered. She leaned in to take a tiny kitten lick to the area, right at the spot you needed her most. 

“Rhaenyra, p-please just--fuck!”

She fingered you a bit through your pants with a smile deepening as her fingers worked. 

“If you want me to fuck you all you have to do is tell me,” Rhaenyra said. “Go on. I want my dessert, babygirl.” 

She growled. Her hands dug into your thighs as you tired to get your words together, your head grew misty. 

“Please, just eat me out already!”

Rhaenyra chuckled, pressed a kiss to your waist and gripped the waistband of your underwear with her index finger and thumb. 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

She peeled them off and groaned at the sight of you; your pussy was soaked thanks to the foreplay you both dabbled in. Rhaenyra felt a surge of pride rush through her, yet she restrained herself enough to gently push a finger against your center. She gauged your reactions: a few whimpers escaped you and your thighs couldn’t keep still as you added a second finger.

“Nyra, ah! Y-Your fingers feel so good!”

Rhaenyra smirked and placed a soft kiss to your clit. 

“Do they? I think you’re ready for my mouth, what about you?” 

You looked to answer but you were cut off with another moan as Rhaenyra curled both of her fingers. Your walls stretched around her, warm and tight to the touch. You didn’t know how long you would last. 

“Nyra, now. Please, I might come soon.” 

Rhaenyra’s eyes widened but she nodded and finally dove into your succulent sweetness. She started off slow. Licks slow and gradual with a few quirks of her fingers. You bucked a little, hips rose a bit but Rhaenyra held them down as the kitten licks turned ravenous. Her lips popped and sucked at your precious pearl, forcing you to slam your head against the sofa cushions and take a tight grip to her silver locks. 

“Rhaenyra, shit!” you groaned. “I-I feel it!”

By it, you meant the tightness of your lower belly. The heat, the good kind that moved and jerked right above where Rhaenyra worked: where she sucked, prodded and fingered you. 

“Mmmh, go ahead, love!” she moaned around your heat. “I-I’ll be right behind you!” 

She pulled one of her hands away from your quivering thighs, dug it down her own sweats. You couldn’t see, but by how wild her hands moved and the jerk of her own hips, it was easy to know. Her actions and the moans that vibrated up to your pussy built up and up until your orgasm stumbled through. Both you and Rhaenyra came at the same time--your names coming from your lips like a prayer. 

You slumped against the couch to catch your breath; Rhaenyra climbed back up the sofa and next to you. She kissed your cheek and forehead, gasped once you brought her lips to your own. You didn’t care, you loved her and you tasted divine. 

“So?” she said as she pulled back from the kiss. “Was I better than Daemon?” 

Of course she was still conceited after giving you one of the best orgasms you ever had. You playfully slapped her chest and straddled her. 

“If you give me another orgasm like that, maybe I’ll admit it,” you teased back. 

[asoiafzambi]

To that poor reader who I think asked for a second chapter in the Jacemon(d) AU:

Sorry ... but that could be a long wait.

Then again, I might even finish that earlier than anything else, as I'm totally blocked on my main series now. That wedding has to be purfect, and I've just stared blankly at the .doc with the outline for weeks now. Writing my Dragonbane is so fucking depressing and the dog ate my homework.

But have a little smut (yes, I've got my period, shut up) idea from that Jacemon(d) AU at least:

Daemon wakes up and finds out he is tied spread-eagled to the bedframe.

Daemon: What's the meaning of this?

Lord Commander Aemond and King Jacaerys sitting naked left and right of him, grinning from ear to ear.

Daemon: *gulp*

Jace starts to jerk himself.

Aemond is leaning in.

Daemon: Surely you two don't mean to molest a poor defensless old man?

Aemond: You molested us first, uncle, so it is only fair.

Daemon: I did not molest ...

Aemond licks at his neck scars.

Daemon: ... alright, maybe a little.

[darkestspring]

Haha woah when I first sent in an ask about a son of Rhea Royce and daemon I wasn't expecting it to become a whole thing. I mean, there is au's of it now, that's insane. When I first pictured daemon and Rhea's son I was imagining him a a child of divorce in all but name. My thoughts for him, put in meme format was basically: "'ate me dad, 'ate kings landing, 'ate incest, 'ate civil war, luv me mum, luv the vale, luv me dragon, luv books, simple as."

LISTEN. I LOVE RHEA ROYCE AND DAEMON LOVE CHILDREN BUT THEIR SON, BAELON II IS MY LOVE CHILD NOW. HE'S MY BABY AND I LOVE HIM.

THERE IS A VERSION IN WHICH HE TAKES HELAENA TO THE VALE AND IGNORES THE CIVIL WAR AS A WHOLE.

[faorism]

BILLOWS BEAT OFF WHISPERED WINGS: A DAEMON AU

here we got bre with her newt semira (she/her, settled age fifteen) and emily with her sable sammy (they/them, twelve). bre and semira will swear up and down that they just stumbled across this form, and it is a total coincidence that she matches the one in 1996 classic matilda. that is obviously a bold faced lie, especially given the hours spent trying to move books with her mind growing up. bre keeps a little spray bottle nearby to spritz semira, who doesn’t need it but definitely feels happier with some mist on her back. sammy had a birth name but emily loved nutella on white bread “sammy” sandwiches so much as a kid, it was one of the few things she ate. eventually lines got crossed and her daemon was thus renamed. emily is far less a picky eater now, but sammy still gets cravings for nutella so like Bre with her spray bottle, emily always has a jar or to-go packet of the hazelnut spread on hand.

[unknown-lifeform]

Talk to us about the OP daemon au please? 👀

Tbh I haven't a lot to say yet because it's literally just starting to take root into my brain so I haven't decided on a lot of things yet

I did read a fic where Devil Fruit users who ate a Devil Fruit before their daemon settled got the classic magic user has bird daemon trope and it's definitely nice. I can see Robin with a corvid to cover the bird quota, intelligent critter quota, and creepy quota all at once. Absolutely no clue of what I'd give Luffy tho, I'm not that knowledgeable about birds so I'd have to do research

Not too sure about the others either. I think in a way it would be funny for Usopp to have a big scary spider? Both because it's funny to give the scaredy cat character a scary daemon, and because Usopp is a) crafty and b) an expert when it comes to using natural resources to make ammo. As for Nami, maybe one of those small monkeys that you always see in pirate media. It's pirate-y, and it's a good parallel to Nami being very handy (y'know, maps) while also having a mischievous association. That's about as far as my current ideas go

Absolutely no clue how to handle Brook lmao

That being said I think the Strawhats in general should be a bunch of weirdos who don't care at all about rules and freely touch each other's daemon because of found family. It doesn't have to be romantic they're just Nakama TM and that allows you to cuddle with other people's daemons. I think it would be pretty sweet. Especially if we have, say, the more emotionally controlled characters like Zoro have the cuddliest daemon who is always getting ear scritches from someone

[grandlovescheme]

I'm kinda intrigued at Daemyra AU where Daemon is secretly a mercenary who is now retired.

- So... mercenary!Daemon bailed out and ghosted everyone because Rhaenyra confessed to him? - About the ex-mercenary!Daemon, what if on the night of the party where they celebrate Daemon’s return overseas (retirement from being mercenary), Rhaenyra kissed him and confessed her feelings. And Daemon, being a dummy, rejected her because he didn’t know how to process her feelings at that moment.

Typical Daemon. 😂

He secluded himself not just to live in peace but also because of Rhaenyra made a move on him? 😂

Rhaenyra fcked him up so bad. 🤣 OHMYGOD.

But once Daemon rescues Rhaenyra, he has no choice but to confront her.

Btw, who is this drug lord who kidnapped Rhaenyra? Amd why she was taken in the first place? 🤔

mercenary au? 👀 before leaving, daemon would always take rhaenyra out. they ate together at the diner, bought her clothes, and took a stroll at the park. when he's gone, rhaenyra would often send him texts or e-mails, keeping him updated.

mercenary au - when rhaenyra thought she'd gotten over on him, here comes daemon to her rescue.

Love how this new AU is taking shape. You guys rock. No idea who would be on Rhaenyra and why... Was she at a bad place, bad time? Got mixed up in something accidentaly? 🤔

[eyes-of-mischief]

weekly fic recs | 21

fandoms: bnha, hdm, hq, mcu, mdzs, mp100

bnha

Sleeping With Ghosts by lalazee

(mature)

“I guess even heroes have to do their grocery shopping.”

“Villains, too,” Katsuki said tightly.

“Villains?” Deku blinked, gasping softly as he went to his tip toes and looked over the aisle divider. “Where? Shit, Kacchan, you’d better get on that!”

Written for KatsuDeku Week 2017, Day 2: Heroes/Villains.

burning bridges & taking flight by carolinaa

(mature)

Breaking out of the School is only the first step to their freedom, and the odds are stacked against them. Most of their quirks are defective, and the Commission runs Japan like a well-oiled machine. It's not as if they have anyone to turn to in the outside world.

But Tooru, Shouto, Hitoshi, and Izuku are dead set on getting Eri out of the Commission's hands, no matter the consequences. They'll figure out how to keep her safe and hopefully shatter the Commission's public image in the process.

The chaotic neutral’s guide to time travel by DancingInTheStorm

“You claim you are from the future,” Nedzu said, hopping onto his desk. “Do you have anything to prove this?”

Hitoshi fished around in his pocket. “Here’s my hero license,” he said, holding it up.

Nedzu opened his mouth, but Hitoshi kept right on going, producing a handful of odds and ends from his pocket. “Also a movie ticket, some dryer lint, some, uh, didn’t know I still had that but it’s old gum—“

That was when Aizawa walked in, capture weapon floating around him. “What’s the emergency?” he asked, clipped, as he kicked open the door.

“—and the left arm of a Deku plushie,” Hitoshi finished, unruffled. “My cat ate the rest.”

hq

Irrational Rationality by hedonistvenus

Keiji was terrible at taking care of himself when he got stressed, but luckily, he had three boyfriends who were more than happy to pick up the slack and be there for him.

and they will realize (that I am a hurricane) by stealthestars

"I have a deep fear of being too much. That one day I will find my someone, and they will realize that I am a hurricane. That they will step back and be intimated by my muchness."

Bokuto Koutarou has ADHD. It doesn’t really bother him but it’s apparently quite the bother to everyone else in his life.

- For day 5 of Haikyuu Angst Week. Prompts: Arguments/Fights, "But you promised."

mcu x hdm

In Nomine Diaboli by WerewolvesAreReal

Sometimes Matt wonders what it would be like to take his daemon out with him in public. He hasn't been able to do it for twenty years.

mdzs

Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo

Wei Wuxian gasps back into life without a single memory left. His friends, his siblings, his home — all lost to the fog in his head, nothing more than a mystery slipping through his fingers. What else was there to do but carry himself around in bits and parts, trying to become whole, a letter waiting to be written? He is – he is Mo Xuanyu, isn’t he? In this body, with these people. This family. He has to be Mo Xuanyu, he didn’t know anything else, even if the name sounded wrong. That was all he had.

Well, that and Hanguang-jun.

Lan Wangji, for his part, has had his taste of love and lost it. In all his grieving and searching, he didn’t expect to find another.

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Wei Wuxian gets resurrected, loses his memories, and falls in love.

mp100

a veto on the concept of kicking and screaming by suitablyskippy

“I told you,” says Teru patiently. Strobing lights flare out of the darkness behind him at random neon intervals. “There’s a dress code, little brother. You can’t come in looking like that.”

(A collection of MP100 fics written for prompts, featuring a mixed assortment of AUs, tropes, and character combinations, with Ritsu's general background level of suffering the only constant.)

[thethrillof]

had a wild fucking dream that was mainly kind of a daemon-ish/transformers au

it followed a human girl in like high school/v young adult who didn’t have her own daemon but apparently in this ‘verse that just happened sometimes, and some other times they just popped up very late fully settled

she worked in a storefront near a beach and was kind of aware transformers existed but only met shockwave in person suddenly just before starting work. he was shooting stuff with a needle gun. idr why. i think one of them got whatever was in it on her a little bit. they talked and he left her alone b/c he was busy and was too Logical to care.

and then a bit later her daemon fully showed up!

apparently one thing that happens in this dream au is that you can kind of hear what animal it is and have a mental image of it a minute before it actually starts physically existing. and hers was a giant fucking helicopter-type cybertronian thing. so she hauled ass out of the store and into the sea to avoid destroying any buildings.

other shit i forgot happened. somehow the girl passed out and her daemon glitched out to become a bunch of funky rumble/frenzy-looking copies that were extremely bewildered and upset. apparently they had weird cybertronian memories and instincts (programming...?) that were reading this stuff as incredibly wrong.

and apparently that was a big deal! the whole thing was against the universal laws or something and should’ve been so impossible that, while the mini daemon(s) were looking for the nearest transformer and also interrogating the girl’s friends, this apparently summoned fucking unicron.

unicron was a giant transformer that looked decked out in samurai gear with huge fucking curled-back horns. and when i say giant i mean bigger than the one in transformers prime. he was bigger the sun. i can tell you this with confidence because he fucking ate it in like two bites to fuse with it.

everybody was watching this shit happen and the sky going dark. a bunch of autobots and decepticons around were aware of wild shit by now but they were so fucked up by the sight they just watched it happen, frozen.

and then most living things on that side of the planet (that were not transformers) got yanked off-planet to also fuse with the weird not-sun that was now in the sky.

there was other wild stuff that went on afterwards like. a semi-reset? fuck idk. the sun was kind of back and the poor girl (who had been unconscious the entire time) hadn’t summoned her daemon but everybody knew about it. idk man. 

anyway. wild shit. i wish i could fully convey/remember what unicron’s design was like.