#Support Daemon Pack

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SUPPORT DAEMON PACK — Broadcast 01.2

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His Princess

fancast!bloody ben x targ!fem!reader

Summary: During Rhaenyras absence Jace and Baela deploy you out to deal with the Blackwoods and the Brackens, atop Silverwing. You treat with Lord Benjicot and prepare for a battle with the Brackens. You both can’t help the feelings that arise from working closely together.

Warnings: 18+ swearing, drinking, blood, blades, death(not mc), burning, foul language, political plotting, oral (f receiving), p in v

Authors Note: no bc i got caught up in the plot for a sec 😵‍💫, the rider dragon bond is diff than show, I would say I proofread this like 90%

Word Count: 6.2k

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“I’m done fucking waiting.” Jace paces around the painted table cursing under his breath. Baela goes to Jaces side and offers him hushed words of support.

The council stares at Jace in anticipation to finally make an appearance in this war. Rhaenyra has been gone for days without so much as a word while Jace and Beala are getting eaten alive by the men surrounding this table. Daemon is doing Gods know what in Harrenhal while we’re on the brink of battle.

“The Riverlands grow restless, my Prince. The Blackwoods and Brackens are at each other’s throats. There’s been no word from Daemon so we must assume no one is there to rally them together.” Lord Massey states with a clipped tone.

“We must send a dragon to amass them to our cause. Or to help the Blackwoods defeat the Brackens. Regardless something needs to be done and soon.” Lord Celtigar nods his head and looks around at his fellow vultures.

“Y/N take Silverwing.” Jace turns to me. “Go to Raventree Hall. Speak with Bejicot Blackwood and do whatever it takes to get him and his men to join our other army. If you can get the Brackens to bend the knee: Great. If not: Burn them. We are done sitting aside in this war.” Jace says with a boisterous voice.

“I heartedly agree with this decision.” Lord Emmon nods his head along with the other Lords.

“Then I shall see you when I return victorious, brother.” I smile to Jace. “Sister.” I smile and nod to Baela before exiting the war room.

Once in my chambers I hastily pack a couple of bags. I change into my riding armor and place my sword in its sheath down my back. I dart down the stairs to greet Silverwing before anyone changes their mind on sending us out. My dragon and I have been itching to take to the skies and begin bending knees.

“Hello, my beautiful girl.” I coo as I approach her and offer her pats. “We’ve finally been given leave.” I say with a playful tone as she chuffs and turns to me.

I quickly mount her and she brings us to the lip of the cave. As she steps over the ledge she lets us free fall which always makes my heart drop. Her wings catch the breeze and we shoot forward as I wildly laugh while clinging to her.

During the flight to the Riverlands I keep my eyes peeled for any armys. I have yet to see anything concerning, but keep a vigilant watch nonetheless. We fly a couple miles away from Harrenhal, but we still faintly hear Caraxes high pitched song.

We thankfully hear no other dragons and have no vision on any army’s as we begin our approach on Raventree Hall. Silverwing circles the castle and gives out a fearsome cry before landing on the outskirts of the city walls. I leave my bags attached to the saddle incase I don’t receive the welcome I’m expecting. Once I make it to solid ground guards start to approach, but keep their distance as they take in my dragon hovering behind of me.

“I come as an extension of the Crown. I must speak with your Lord at once.” I look to the guards expectantly.

“And which Crown might that be?” one guard is brave enough to question me.

“The only rightful Crown. That sits atop my mother’s head. Queen Rhaenyra.” my tone clipped as I start to approach and then men back up.

“I’m sorry, Princess.” they all bow their heads deeply as they bend the knee to my mothers cause. “These are strange times.”

“Indeed.” I hum as I look down at them.

“I’ll go get Lord Benjicot.” one guard raises his head and rushes through the gate behind him.

I turn back to Silverwing and she seems to roll her eyes at the men behind of us. I climb back to retrieve my bags and offer her words of praise and thanks for a smooth flight. As I turn to dismount once more there is a handsome man looking up at me with a slack jaw. I look down at him with low lids and wicked smile.

“Who might you be?” I call down to him as I toss my bags next to him.

“Lord Benjicot Blackwood, Ben if you wish.” he calls up to me as he falls to his knees. I smirk as I slide down the side of Silverwing and stand in front of him as he continues to look at my boots.

“Rise, Ben.” I say hushed as his eyes travel up my body until they lock with mine.

“Is it too forward to say that I much like this position?” Ben offers me a wink and devilish smirk.

“Is that so?” I hum as I bring my hand to the side of his cheek. He grabs my hand with his own and brings it to his mouth to place a kiss on the back. He rises and towers above me never breaking our eye contact.

“What can I do for you, Princess?” he asks, smirk still plastered on his face.

“I wish to have an audience with you and your advisors in the council chambers.” I remove my hand from his and get to the more pressing matters. “I should also like live feed brought for my dragon. She’s hungry and I wouldn’t want her to pick through your men.” I looks to him expectantly waiting to be invited inside.

“Yes,” he clears his throat. “I’ll have some of my guards bring some cattle. Will she harm them?” he whispers the last part to me.

“Not unless they deserve it.” I chuckle as I grab my bags.

“Perfect.” Ben claps his hands together. “Then let’s have a meeting.” he takes my bags from my hands and leads me into the gate.

He hands my bags to servants and tells them to have them brought to the guest chambers. He leads me straight to the council chambers and offers me the seat next to him. Slowly members begin to filter into the room and once everyone takes their seat Ben rises.

“Gentlemen, this is Y/n Targaryen. Queen Rhaenyras first daughter. Rider of Silverwing.” he tells them, his words sounding like adoration.

“As I’m sure you’re all aware war is on the horizon, if not already here. After the battle of the burning mill it’s clear tensions have been high. I want to thank you for fighting in the name of my mother. I am here to ask you to pick up your swords for her again.” I look to all of them to read their expressions.

“What do you propose we do?” one of his advisors asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Call your banners and follow me and Silverwing to the Brackens. I shall ask them to bend the knee to the rightful Queen. If they refuse I shall burn them at your sides and we will continue on to meet the rest of our army to continue to battle and glory.” I say hoping they accept my more than generous offer.

“And what if the Brackens bend the knee? You expect us to fight alongside them?” another advisor speaks up, disgust heavy in his voice.

“I expect you to fight for your Queen.” my voice rises as I stand looking to him.

“We will fight for you. I’m just not sure if the Brackens share the same sentiment, Princess.” Ben adds, eyes shooting daggers to the advisor who spoke to me in such a manner.

“Then they’ll die.” I say flatly as I reclaim my seat.

“Then it’s settled.” Ben announces as no one else has any other grievances. “I’ll be able to have my men ready in two days time.” he nods his head to me.

“Excellent. I have nothing further to discuss at this moment.” I say waving my hand.

Ben dismisses his advisors and servants flood in and offer me beverages and food. I accept a cup of wine and sigh as I lean back into my chair. This went smoother than I anticipated, but I still think there will be work to do to prepare the Blackwoods before I ask the Brackens to bend the knee.

“I must send a raven to Dragonstone.” my eyes glide to Ben who has been staring at me.

“Yes, of course.” he rises from his chair quickly causing the legs to groan against the stone. “I’ll fetch you some parchment and ink.” he rushes out the door and leaves me blinking after him.

I scribble out a note to Jace and tell him of what’s happened and how I expect the meeting with the two hosts to go. I tell him I’ve secured the Blackwoods and intend to try my best with the Brackens but make no explicit promises. I seal it with red ink and hand it off directly to the maester.

“Allow me to show you to your chambers.” Ben says offering me his arm.

I look him over and decide it’s not terrible if I hang off of his arm like a simpering fool for a couple of days. There’s something alluring about him. I can feel the violence bubbling under the surface which excites me to no end. He begins to parade us down the halls with a ridiculous smile on his face as he looks down to every man we pass.

“Here we are, Princess.” he hums as we stop in front of a large set of double doors.

He opens the doors and escorts me in. I spot my bags on a chair near the freshly lit hearth. I peer into the bathing chambers and hum in appreciation at the small pool I have for a bath. Candles are lit throughout the chambers making them feel warm and inviting beside the dark stone and wood.

“I’ll admit I’m surprised you brought me to my own chambers and not yours.” I turn to Ben smiling as I see his cheeks redden.

“Is that disappointment I hear?” Ben cocks his head, matching my smile.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” I playfully roll my eyes.

“Change and I’ll show you around Raventree Hall.” Ben’s smile lingers on his face. “If you want.” he backtracks slightly nervous.

“Come collect me in an hour.” I smile as his eyes alight with excitement as he slips out of my chambers.

Why couldn’t Jace send me to a house without such a handsome flirt of a Lord. I sigh out as I fall back into my bed. I rise and begin to remove my armor. I place my sword on the bed unsure if I’m ready to not have it on my person, armor or gown. I slip into a black form fitting gown and settle for a hidden dagger on my thigh. The sheath can only be seen if one is looking for it or if their hands found themselves traveling somewhere they shouldn’t. I braid my silver hair out of my face and leave the rest flowing down my back. I go to the couch and watch out the window until Ben comes to get me.

“Princess?” Ben’s voice carries through the door followed by a couple knocks.

“Come.” I call as I begin to rise off of the couch. Ben stands in the doorway staring at me with wide eyes. “Is this not appropriate for a tour? I can change.” I look down smoothing my dress slightly embarrassed and confused.

“No,” he breathes out. “No, you look perfect Princess.” his eyes meet mine and I can feel my cheeks flush at his compliment.

“Thank you.” I look up to his eyes and smile softly.

“A true Targaryen beauty.” he hums as he places a kiss on my hand lowering his head.

“You honor me, Lord Benjicot.” I say flustered at his words and actions.

“Ben,” he corrects me, smirking.

“Ben.” his name falls off of my tongue breathlessly.

“Come, let me show you my home.” Ben offers me his arm, which I accept as he leads me out of my chambers.

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Ben and I shamelessly flirt over the next two days as we ready our host. We plan strategies with his advisors on the best way to go about speaking with the Brackens. I’ve flown Silverwing near the border and seen the host they’re amassing for themselves. I’ll admit I hope to turn them to my mother’s cause but I can only do so much. This feud between these two house has lasted many generations and I’m not sure that the presence of a dragon will make much of a difference.

Jace has sent back word confirming and allowing me leave to do what must be done to secure a host from the Riverlands. There has been no word on Rhaenyra much to my concern and frustration. Hopefully the next time I see her I’ll have an army raised in her name. I send another raven back stating I plan to meet the Bracken host on the morrow and will send him word of the outcome.

“Are you scared?” Ben asks me, looking over his cup of wine as we dine alone.

“I think Silverwing and I can handle this.” I shrug, biting my lip.

“I know you both can. Doesn’t mean you can’t be scared.” he offers me a soft smile.

“Is it bad to admit that I am?” I asked hushed looking to him.

“No, it makes you smart. I haven’t seen you fight or duel. But from looking at the armor and sword you wore the first time I laid eyes on you, I would say you’re no stranger to what may come.” he surmises looking to me intently.

“I do well with a blade, better with fire.” I smile deviously. “How do you fare? Are you scared, Ben?” my smile widens as I suck in my bottom lip.

“Why should I be scared? I have a Targaryen Princess and her dragon flying above me. I think I can manage with a blade from below.” his eyes filled with shameless admiration as he looks to me.

“Don’t be so humble. I’ve heard your nickname and stories throughout your host.” I raise my eyebrow to him across the table.

“What nickname is that? I’m afraid there’s a few floating around.” he chuckles lowly.

“All I’ve heard is the whispers of Bloody Ben leading them to victory. How you come out of battle covered in blood with a wicked smile painted through it.” I look to him as his smile widens.

“Does that scare you?” he tilts his head studying me.

“Not in the slightest.” I gently shake my head.

“We shall see if that’s true on the morrow.” he hums, still looking over my face. “Allow me to escort you to your chambers.” he rises and walks over to help me rise from my chair.

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I rise early in the morning before the sun has started to rise. I begin fastening my hair into two long braids that flow down my back. I begin to stretch out some before covering myself in my armor. Once everything is secured I slide my blade down my back and check to make sure I have everything I should need. I quickly exit my chambers and as I’m turning the corner I clash into a man.

“Good morning.” I look up at Ben’s voice as his arms steady mine as I sway. “I was just coming to wake you.” he smiles still holding on to me.

“I always break fast with Silverwing before we do something strenuous. Would you like to join us?” I offer with a soft smile.

“I’d be honored, Princess.” he bows his head lowly as I playfully push him back.

“I thought we were done with the formalities, Lord Benjicot.” I chuckle as he regains his composure.

“Oh no, you will always be my Princess.” he licks his lips as I feel my cheeks start to heat.

“Mm, your Princess?” I raise my eyebrows trying to pretend my cheeks aren’t the color of dragon fire.

“Yes, mine.” he says lowly as he pinches one of my cheeks. “Come, let’s go get some cattle for Silverwing. I want to make sure she’s well fed for today, along with you, my Princess.” he whispers my title into my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

I follow after him as he takes us to the dining hall. He tells a servant to have a couple plates made for us and brought out near Silverwing for us to eat. He leads us out of his castle and over to the rows of stables and barns. He offers men more than enough coin and soon we have five cattle trailing behind us as we make our way to Silverwing.

As we approach we see our breakfast laid on a blanket near my sleeping dragon who is now starting to wake at my approach. Ben lingers by our breakfast with the string of cows as I approach her. I rub her snout and walk down the length of her body to her tail, trailing my hand all the way. She begins to stir and offers small chuffs. As I walk back to her head she nudges her snout into me and huffs out.

“Oh come on, it’s not that early.” I chuckle as I scratch under her jaw. “That handsome man over there has brought you some gifts.” I hum as she rises her head and looks to Ben.

I nod my head encouragingly to Ben to bring over the cows. He walks over with a stiff spine but is sure to show no fear. Silverwing stares down at him as I walk to his side. She looks at both of us and comes to eye level. I look to Silverwing like a mother warning her child to be nice.

“He’s not your treat, he’s mine. He brought these cattle for you to indulge yourself on.” Silverwing chuffs at us and turns to the cows waiting for us to back away.

“Come.” I say, pulling Ben away.

Once we’re a safe distance away Silverwing dowses the cattle in fire until they’re burnt to a crisp. She lays back down with a thud and leisurely begins to eat her meal. Ben looks on at the scene as I leave his side to return to our breakfast. He claims a seat next to me, still looking to Silverwing.

“So how does that work? She can understand you?” Ben asks taking a sip of juice.

“She can understand me, yes. We have this sort of bond. It’s like a mutual respect of each other’s feelings and boundaries. Kind of as if our souls are molded together as one.” I look to my beautiful dragon as I speak with admiration.

“I can’t even begin to imagine the strength it takes to do that. To command the skies with her. You both are just so other-worldly.” Ben looks to me with reverence.

Silverwing chirps a soft song at Ben’s words and she continues to feast upon her cattle. I smile at her acceptance and happily eat the meal prepared for me. We eat in a comfortable silence as the men begin to rise for the upcoming day.

After we finish our breakfast Ben goes to speak with his fellow commanders and finalize the plan. I lounge with Silverwing watching the men run around camp. She grumbles when some walk a little to closer for her liking and I chuckle as they’re quick to run back. Once everyone seems scarce I rise and see that they have begun to fall into lines ready to march.

“It’s almost time for us to fly. I know not what today holds for us, but I know we will be victorious.” I talk to Silverwing patting her as I start to mount.

“A moment, my Princess.” Ben calls from afar and I turn to see him running to me.

“Yes?” I return to the ground and await for him to come to me.

“I seek your favor.” he pants, his chest rising and falling rapidly. “For luck, on our endeavors.” his cheeks become red from more than just his short run.

“I-“ I pat my armor knowing I have nothing on me to offer him. “I have nothing on me to-“ Silverwing chuffs and snaps a cattle bone, looking to us expectantly.

“Thank you, my beautiful Silverwing.” Ben smiles widely at my dragon as he bends down to claim the now bone knife from her claws.

“It seems she’s taken a liking to you.” I gasp as Silverwing nudges my back pushing me into Ben.

“And what of you?” he hums holding me.

“I suppose I have.” I try to look anywhere but in his eyes as my face heats.

“You have what?” he asks with a smirk, tilting my chin with his fingers so I have to look at him.

“Taken a liking to you.” I reply breathlessly looking at him through my lashes.

“May I have your favor?” Ben looks to my lips and then to my eyes in a silent question to which I nod my head vigorously.

His lips crash down into mine and his teeth are quick to bite down on my lower lip. I gasp out and his tongue slips into my mouth to dance with mine. One of his hands finds its way to the back of my neck molding me to him. He pulls back from my mouth as our breath mingles. I kiss him quickly one more time and a smile splits across his face. He kisses my forehead softly and steps back from me.

“Our host awaits your command, my Princess.” he looks at me with heavy lids.

“Begin marching, we should make it to Stone Hedge a little after midday. If you don’t see me, we’re in the clouds, but I’ll always be above you. I will see you for negotiations.” I nod to him.

“Understood. I will see you in a couple of hours.” he returns my nod, his cheeks still slightly flushed.

“Do not die today.” I call out as he begins to walk away.

“Your wish is my command.” he turns to me and bows deeply before continuing back to his men.

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I fly ahead of the Blackwood host to see if there are any traps waiting for us. We have a clear path directly to Stone Hedge. I hear no other dragons in our vicinity and sigh in relief. As we approach the outskirts we fly in closer to see if there are any scorpions that I should take out before even thinking of landing in an open field. I mark no weapons of note that make me unsure of my landing.

I circle back to our host and coast on the breeze as they make their way closer. They stop on the other side of the Brackens wooden barricade and await for my arrival. I fly over the approaching Bracken host taking in their numbers. We have about couple hundred more swords than they do and a dragon so I have no worry. Silverwing gives out a high pitched screech and the Blackwood hosts recedes allowing us land in front of them.

As we approach I can see the Brackens pushing back to their gates and chuckle. I slide out of my saddle and make my way to solid ground. The Blackwood host looks at me as if I’m a goddess stepping onto their battle field to bless them.

“How was the flight? What did you gather from up there?” Ben peppers me with questions on approach.

“We have more swords than they do. There were no weapons of note that I was worried about or we wouldn’t have landed here. On approach they pulled back. I’m going to have to lure the Lord out.” I list off what I’ve observed from the skies.

“Noted.” Ben nods his head. “And how was the flight?” his face softens as he smiles.

“Absolutely delightful.” my smile matches his as I look back to Silverwing.

“I’m glad to hear.” he looks down at me tenderly.

“Let’s go see if there’s a way to talk this through.” I sigh and begin leading us to the barricade.

As we begin walking to the middle I see small group of men approaching from the Bracken side. We wait at the edge expectancy and they stop a couple hundred feet away. I groan out in annoyance as I climb over the wooden fence. Ben is right behind of me as we cross the line.

“Thank you for meeting us away from your beast.” one of them says foolishly.

“My beast?” I bark out a laugh at his audacity. “She’s had quite the large breakfast, but surely she could always eat more?” I tilt my head, squinting my eyes at him.

“What is it that you’re here for?” Lord Bracken steps out from behind his men.

“Bend the knee to my mother, the rightful Queen of the realm. Join your host with hers and ride with her into battle and glory.” I hold my chin high as I study them as they take in my words.

“Alongside Blackwoods?” Lord Bracken scoffs looking to Ben.

“Alongside fellow Queensmen.” I correct through my teeth trying to cool my temper at his tone and disrespect. I’m trying to avoid what I know is coming and soon I won’t have patience for words anymore.

“What do I get in return? Her brazen daughter who stands to inherit nothing? Does she truly think your cunt is worth my army?” Lord Bracken looks at me with a smile as his words slam into me.

“As if you would’ve ever deserved her.” Ben breathes out in a chuckle and he lunges at Lord Bracken and slams the cow bone knife into the side of his throat. “You don’t speak to her like that.” he grits out twisting the bone.

The world slows as the next seconds play out in front of me. He pulls the bone out as blood splatters across his face he quickly slams it into the leg of the man next to him. I quickly grab my blade from my back and slice open the man who began to run towards Ben. The last man grabs me harshly and I grab the dagger from my ribs and slam it up into his jaw. I pull the dagger out of the man’s jaw causing blood to spray across my face. Time resumes normally and I’m quick to hear shouts from either side of the army.

“Get to Silverwing.” Ben shouts to me as he turns to face the army pulling out his long sword.

As I run back to the barricade men begin pouring over and running past me. They keep a clear path away from my dragon and I’m able to get to her quickly. I clip into the saddle and she shoots us into the air. We fly low as I look on at the brazen violence. We fly near the back of their lines so they’re not safe on any front.

“Dracarys Silverwing.” I cry out and the entirely of the back of their host is doused in dragon flame.

As I look down I see burning men running for their life. I fly to undefended western side of the Bracken host and Silverwing is quick to bathe them in flame. After burning as many as I could without getting too close to Blackwood men we circle our host and land at the back. I quickly dismount from Silverwing preparing to go into the thick of the battle.

A horn blows and all fighting ceases. I climb back up Silverwing to look on at the bloody mess to see what’s going on. I see my mother’s flag raised in the center of the field. I lay back into my saddle and smile that everything is done. I dismount once more and wait at Silverwings feet for Ben to come find us and tell us of his victory.

“My Princess.” Ben’s voice carries through the crowd as they part to make way for him.

“Bloody Ben indeed.” I hum as I look over him in his disheveled state.

“You’ve got a bit on you too.” he smiles wiping at my face.

“How did it go out there?” I ask pulling back to look him over, scanning for any injuries.

“Very good.” he nods and I can still feel the adrenaline pouring off of him. “You and Silverwing did so well. Amazing to be honest.” he showers me with praise causing my cheeks to redden under the blood.

“Thank you.” I reply bashfully.

“Blushing like I didn’t watch you stab a man in the jaw.” his eyes worship me as he shakes his head.

“You are such a fool for doing what you did.” my eyes narrow on him remembering the start of this.

“I was willing to listen to what he wanted until he brought you into it.” he says approaching me. “I told you that you’re mine.” he says only audible for me.

“Ben-“

“You as a person are worth more than any army. Or any kingdom. Or any realm.” he whispers to me. “I would’ve fought alongside all of them if it meant I could stay by your side.” his eyes scan my face as it softens.

My hands reach up to bring his face down to mine. I place a soft kiss on his lips and pull back to look up at him. He captures my lips once more and pulls me tightly to him. Men begin to cheer and clap around us much to my embarrassment. I pull back giggling as he continues to pepper kisses around my face.

We separate and begin to assess the losses. We were fortunate not to take many causalities or injuries. Ben’s most trusted men take the castle at Stone Hedge and raise my mother’s banners in the usurpers stead. Once the castle is deemed safe we walk through the gates.

Upon entering the castle we have a servant lead us the council chambers and see if there was any information left about the Greens movements. Ben’s advisors join us for a debriefing and I quickly write out a note to send to Jace of our victory in the taking of Stone Hedge and raising an army.

Ben dismisses his advisors and then it’s just the two of us lingering. I take in his bloodied state and shake my head. I know I’m not in a much better state either and begin to rise to seek a servant to make me a bath.

“Where are you off to?” Ben is quick to rise at my side.

“To find a bath. I suggest you do the same.” I raise an eyebrow to him as a smile plays at my lips.

“We could bathe together.” Ben whispers against my lips.

“Mm, come find me once you’re clean, Lord Benjicot.” I smirk against his lips and then slip out of the council chambers leaving him alone.

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A moan slips from my lips as I sink into the hot water. I scrub at my skin and splash water against my face watching the water turn pink and then maroon. I pick my nails clean and once I’m satisfied I rise out of the water wrapping a towel around my body. I groan as I remember the only thing a servant could seem to find me is a sheer slip.

I throw my towel to the ground and huff out as the slip only reaches to the top of my thighs. I make my way over to the vanity and begin to take my braids out. I praise the gods that my hair was spared from the blood. I shake my hair out helping relieve some of the tension that remains. I begin to make my way to my bed as there’s a knock at my door.

“Yes?” I ask from the other side of the door not wanting to be seen in such an exposed state.

“I’m clean.” Ben chuckles from the other side of the door. I crack open the door and take in his freshly bathed state.

“Of course they’d be able to find you proper clothing.” I roll my eyes and allow him in.

“You are absolutely divine.” Ben’s eyes finally land on mine after drinking in my exposed body.

“You clean up nicely yourself.” I appreciate his clean face and body as he stalks over to me.

“My Princess.” he breathes out as he kneels before me, his breath fanning across my thighs.

“Hmm?” I hum, looking down at him as my fingers travel through his hair.

“May I taste you?” he asks softly as his hands trail up my bare legs.

“Please, Ben.” I reply breathlessly nodding my head.

As he rises from his knees, he takes my slip with him. I stand before him completely bare as his eyes dart across my body. I help him remove his clothes as we make our way to the bed. He pushes me on the bed when the back of my knees hit it. He kneels before me once more and pulls my core directly to his awaiting mouth.

“Fuck,” I cry as his tongue lashes against my clit.

With every swirl of his tongue my hips are rising off the bed. One of his hands finds its way between my thighs and he teases two fingers at my entrance. His slowly pushes his two digits in as whimpers fall from my mouth. He begins to pump in and out of me slowly as my hips grind onto his face and hand.

“Ben, please,” I whine as he begins a fast pace.

I lose myself to the pleasure as my moans travel throughout my chambers. My thighs quake at his relentless pace as his name pours from my lips. I explode around his fingers as his tongue continues to lick softly at my clit.

“Ben,” I breathless sob as my hand pulls his hair harshly away from my sensitive bud.

“You taste so good, I could eat you all night.” he places soft kisses on my thighs.

He snakes his way up my body and claims my mouth in a heated kiss. I feel his hardened length slide through my wetness causing me to whine. He chuckles against my lips as my hips continue to squirm.

“Are you ready, my Princess?” he whispers against my lips as he lines himself up at my entrance.

“Yes, please,” I arch my hips up to his begging for friction.

A moan tears through me as he slides into me. He wastes no time and fully pushes himself into me. The stretch of him causes my eyes to screw shut as I focus on the feel of him. I begin to slowly rock my hips once I’ve adjusted and he claims my lips once more as he starts to move his hips.

“Fuck, you feel so good.” he plants against my lips as his pace increases.

My legs wrap around his waist as I cling to him as he continues to pull pleasure from my body. His hips snap into mine at the new angle, stealing my breath. Our breathes become one as our hips meet in a rhythm that has us both panting. Pleasure washes over me, catching me off guard as my nails dig into Ben’s shoulder.

“Fuck, princess.” he grits through his teeth as he keeps pounding into me.

Tears begin to prick at the edges of my eyes from the pleasure he’s repeatedly wringing from my body. One of his hands slide between us and attach to my sensitive bud. I cry out and clench around him and he groans into my neck. I feel him begin to fill me as his hips falter and I explode around him once more, his name falling from my lips as if it’s the only word I know.

“You did so good for me, my Princess.” he whispers as he slowly pulls out.

He pulls me to his side and covers us with the blankets. I curl into his side and hum at his words of adoration and praise. My eyes begin to feel too heavy as I allow sleep to consume me.

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Part 2

full masterlist here

ongoing aemond fic plug tho

[houseofthedragonn]

Could you possibly do a Cregan x rhaenyra oldest daughter reader fic where cregan and reader are in kings landing to support Luke’s claim to driftmark. When vaemond insults rhaenyra’s children, this includes reader. Before daemon can behead vaemond, Cregan does it instead. But instead of using a sword, he uses his bare hands, tearing the upper jaw from the head (like in twilight lol). And just like how targaryens are magically connected to dragons, the Starks are magically connected to direwolves so Starks are kinda like Westeros’ ver of werewolves if that makes sense? and reader goes into labor after Vaemond is beheaded. And then after a hard and long labor, Alicent demands that the newborn baby be brought to her but instead of complying, cregan refuses and belittles her in front of everyone for daring to ask that his wife whom just gave birth, let their child be taken away so soon? And make it as long and detail oriented as possible! Thank you!!!

cregan x rhaenyra’s eldest trueborn velaryon

SYNOPSIS - rhaenyra and ser laenor sired only one trueborn child, their eldest. noticeably favoring your velaryon father unlike your 3 younger brothers, the only with both his and your mother’s silver hair of old valyria. but your uncle vaemond’s sharp tongue seals his fate at the hand of your husband, lord cregan stark.

WARNINGS - NO SMUT, angst, gore

WORKS

“HER CHILDREN… ARE BASTARDS! AND SHE… is… a whore…” My uncle Vaemond spat treason towards his future Queen, my mother, brothers and I. Never one to hide his true contempt for the fact we were not all Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor’s trueborn children.

None except for me.

As Jacaerys and Lucerys favored our father not one drop. Their skin as pale as our mother’s, like the moon. Almost as pale as her hair, that again only I seemed to favor. Having both her and my father’s silver untamable curls of old Valyria, that neither Jace nor Luke had.

Their hair as dark as that of Breakbones, Ser Harwin Strong. It was no secret that my father and theirs both loved my mother, but for different reasons. Mine did for the freedom she gave him to be himself, and I saw the beauty in that.

As much as I hated the problems it caused for my bastard half-brothers, who were just my brothers to me. So I took offense just as much as they did, despite my undeniably violet eyes being the last piece of damning evidence.

That I was in fact their only trueborn Velaryon child.

My offense was not mine alone, though, as my husband, Lord Cregan Stark, felt what I did just as deeply. If not more, as he hated seeing me upset. Let alone disrespected. Loyal to a fault, he had to do something to defend my honor. He knew I normally was more than capable of doing that myself, but now I was nine months pregnant. With our first child. And he had been driven mad with the urge to protect you both more and more these last few months. Especially that night, a full moon.

“I… will have your tongue for that,” the ailing Viserys struggled, shakily standing from the Iron Throne.

Meanwhile my uncle Vaemond smugly stood there knowing the old man could do nothing to him anymore. But behind his back, my great-uncle Daemond unsheathed his sword. Stark had beat him to the punch.

His fist bursting through the back of the man’s head. The packed court in the Throne Room all shrieked, watching on in horror. As my husband tore the upper jaw from my treasonous uncle’s head with just his bare hands. Wasting no time in unsheathing Ice. Staying firmly strapped on his back but its weight he carried as if it were merely a feather. The six foot long blade as tall as he was, if not a few inches taller. And as wide as one of his broad shoulders. I was amazed he did not even need to use it.

But horrified at the sight of my dead uncle falling over, his head split in half horizontally. A pool of blood oozing from his neck and lower jaw.

“His tongue, my King…” Cregan knelt before my grandsire, his bloodied big hand holding it in his palm as an offering.

Viserys was genuinely speechless and exhausted from sitting the Iron Throne all afternoon. He did not know how to react.

“Seize Stark!” Someone shouted as the King’s Guard all drew their swords on Cregan.

Who I worried for despite knowing he easily could have killed them all on his own. But that worried panic was enough to cause more calamity: my water breaking. I was going into labor.

“No! Call the Maesters for my grandsire and I… Should you want your King to live to meet his great-grandchild!” I hissed at flailing soldiers all wanting to play hero and arrest my husband.

Alicent just played the worried wife to my grandsire as Stark protectively came to my side as Hightower drew closer. Leaving her pack of children as I watched my uncles Aegon, Aemond, and aunt Helaena all react different to the death.

Whereas I did not even caring about the blood on his hands he got on my dress at first, still in shock.

And knowing my own would be all over it very soon. I fell, faint, with Cregan carrying me to the nearest Maester. Howling at the top of his lungs for someone to help me, or else Stark would do to them what he did Vaemond.

A Maester appeared at once. And I was whisked away to the nearest private room. Cregan knew I would never wish for our first child to be born in that cursed Throne Room. It was just my handmaidens, wet nurses, Maesters and I, until Stark demanded entry.

When denied, he asked which of them would stop him, to which they obliged. Cregan at my side the entire time through my labor as long as it was difficult.

“It’s a son!” A nurse rejoiced finally after several hours, as did I.

Thanking the gods that I was able to give Cregan and heir with our first child. And survive. Despite him telling me he would have been just as happy if our child were born a daughter. As long as he still had me.

“Princess… the Queen has requested that the child be brought to her… immediately.” Elinda, one of my handmaidens had a sullen look as she informed me.

“Why?” I asked, a sweaty, bleeding mess.

Still panting and crying with Cregan as we held our new born son in our arms. Jonnel, or Jon, as I preferred. When we received no answer, I strained to stand, “I’ll take him myself.”

“You should remain abed, Princess—” Another nurse insisted.

“Yes, I should!” I yelled in response, before easing up, “Help me dress.”

My handmaidens helped despite my hard to help state, shaking, sweaty, as I braced for the afterbirth after the managed to pull my dress back on over my chemise. Cregan held our son the whole time, a nurse cutting the cord. And before we knew it our new little family was off the birthing bed and out the door to see the wretched Queen.

“I’m coming with you,” Stark pledged, after I let him help steady me with his other arm.

My hand on our swaddled babe in his arms the entire time. As no one would dare try to grab Jon from his arms after seeing what Cregan did to Vaemond.

Not even Alicent, as mad of a Queen she was, she was not that mad. But did have her choice remarks to give. As Jon was born with eyes as purple as mine, not Stark grey like his father’s.

As Alicent spat, “Like mother, like daughter, I suppose…”

Not so secretly calling me a cheating whore with her not so veiled accusation.

“How dare you!” Cregan did not care she was the Queen, he still screamed at her. “Are you that insecure in your power a babe is a threat? You did this when my wife and her brother were born… but I’ll be damned if I let you do this to our son! Who I know is mine because I was there on our marriage bed when we made him, my Queen… in time you’ll see his purple eyes are the only way he favors his mother. Because Jon is a Stark! And you are nothing more than a scared Queen.”

Cregan let Alicent hear it.

Every word he knew you both ever felt and thought about her. And her unjust treatment of the rightful Queen, my mother, brothers and I.

Her Queensguard took that threat seriously and drew their swords on his again.

Only for Alicent to surprise us all.

“If you say so, Lord Stark. But at least my children with my husband are all just that: his children. And he will never have to wonder if they are the child of another man.” Alicent let her words sink into him like swords before she left quickly with her guardsmen.

Still shaken from what she saw my husband do earlier.

I did not blame her. As was I. He was still my uncle after all. And my aunt Rhaenyra had already lost so much to the Stranger of death. But I knew he only did it to defense my honor. And my grandsire did say he would have his tongue for that. My husband has made sure of that.

“Fuck the Queen. She knows not of what she speaks. I know Jon is my son!” Stark seethed, shaking in anger as I took our son back from his arms to mine. Cregan wrapping his arms around me, around us.

“And the next person to say he’s not your son can meet the same fate as my treasonous uncle… at your bare hands, husband.” I sighed weakly, as Stark guided me back to bed for us all to finally get some well deserved rest.

[frankcastleonlyfans]

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐍 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒

pairing: daemon targaryen x royce!reader

summary: after an unexpected invitation to a wedding at the north, y/n royce teams up with her unbearable ex-husband, prince daemon targaryen, on a journey that leads us to Winterfell, where they plan to stop their daughter from marrying cregan stark.

author's note: this short series (it will probably be a trilogy) is based off the movie "ticket to paradise" (yes the one with george clooney and julia roberts)

warnings: enemies to lovers, short haired daemon, y/n and daemon hate each other and will probably remind you of your divorced parents. daenys is 18 and i don't remember how old is cregan sorry :)

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You thought that years after your daughter became a woman, parenting wouldn't be a problem in your life anymore. You were wrong. As your eyes read the letter in your hand, over and over again, your mind screamed: This is all his fault!!! And of course you knew it wasn't directly his fault, after all, your ex-husband resided at King's Landing, and probably by now he'd be reading the letter, same as you, after receiving this dreadful news. Your sweet young daughter has just got engaged to Cregan Stark.

Daemon's nostrils dilated in anger. Two weeks ago, Viserys had asked him to visit Winterfell and make presence at Cregan's takeover ceremony, as he just became the new Lord of Winterfell. The Prince was ready to do so, but his precious Daenys asked him to go on her father and uncle's behalf. Now, Daemon would take the blame as he knew it was, in fact, his fault.

As the The Rogue Prince went over the words written on the paper, he could already feel your future judgmental gaze burning him alive. He had thrown his daughter to the wolves, and she thought she was prepared to lead the pack. She asked to go and he let her. Now, he was invited to a wedding at The North.

This wouldn't be happening if she lived in The Vale with you. But no, she had to choose daddy. She would always choose daddy. The Vale didn't had a dragonpit, The Vale didn't had her silver-haired family, The Vale didn't had anything but cows and sheeps and grass. But The Vale had you, and sometimes Daenys would stay for a few weeks with you, even if that meant that her dragon would be flying around Runestone and scaring the villagers.

You had received a raven from Daemon, inviting you to King's Landing so he could escort you to Winterfell on dragonback. Though you preferred the more traditional method of traveling on horseback, you accepted.

The capitol greeted you with its usual oppressive heat and unpleasant smells. It was as you remembered it: hot, congested, and overwhelmingly unpleasant. The last time you had been here was for Rhaenyra's engagement, which had turned into a wedding—and a funeral. The bitterness of that memory lingered.

The court's reception of you was as cold as the city was warm. You were an outsider—no Targaryen lineage, no purple eyes, and no place in the intricate web of court politics. Queen Alicent, though not a Targaryen herself, had embraced the court's customs, which had twisted her children into incestuous little monsters. And as for the heir to the Iron Throne, Rhaenyra's disdain for you was palpable, perhaps fueled by her own obsession with Daemon. The rest of the court's members paid little heed to your presence.

Your carriage delivered you to the Dragonpit, where Daemon was preoccupied with Caraxes, his dragon. The beast’s excitement was evident in its whistling and the way it eagerly twisted its neck to catch sight of you.

Daemon's scowl was familiar as he wrestled with Caraxes. “I wondered if you’d actually come,” he grumbled, his voice a mix of irritation and begrudging relief.

“You knew I had no choice, someone had to come fix up your mess." You shrugged, getting closer to pet the animal.

"My mess!? I don't remember telling Daenys to marry Cregan fucking Stark!" The Rogue Prince scoffed, his voice sounding a little high pitched, "I gave her a task, It's not my fault she has done something completely different."

You hissed at his audacious condescension, "You gave her your task, your responsibility. It's your fault Daemon, as everything is always your fault."

The Rogue Prince frowned as he hopped on his dragon's back, "What's that supposed to mean?"

You chose to ignore him, but accepted his help to get on top of Caraxes' back.

It took eight agonizing hours upon the skies on way to Winterfell, and you could only imagine how many Stark babies your daughter had made by now. It was quite silent upon the clouds, and you could feel the cold air of The North starting to freeze your bones. You wondered if Daenys had adapted herself to the cold already. As always, all your thoughts were on your daughter.

A soft, almost comical tune drifted over as Daemon hummed in High Valyrian while steering the dragon. You rolled your eyes and snorted.

"What’s so amusing now?" Daemon asked, arching an eyebrow.

"Just thinking about how we're going to stop her from marrying the North’s icy prince," you replied with a sigh.

Daemon’s eyes sparkled with mischief. "We should act like we're totally onboard with this. I'll get Cregan to admit he's marrying her just to get his hands on political power, and you, with your talent for manipulation, can work your magic on her."

You shot him a sharp look. "Oh, right. Because your idea of ‘support’ is turning into a two-faced schemer, and my ‘magic’ is just being a professional puppet master. Perfect."

Daemon chuckled at your response, his gaze fixed on the icy expanse below. "It’s not a matter of ‘manipulating’ her, it’s about protecting her. If this marriage goes south, it’s not just her future at risk—it’s the stability of my entire line."

“Stability? You’ve always cared more about your pride and dragons than anything else,” you retorted, shivering slightly as the cold air intensified.

“Pride and dragons have their place, but you underestimate my concern for Daenys,” Daemon said, his voice softening. “She’s my daughter too. If this marriage is a political maneuver or a trap, I need to know. And unfortunately I need your help to do that.”

The snow-covered landscape of Winterfell was becoming clearer as Caraxes descended. You glanced at Daemon, seeing a flicker of genuine worry in his eyes. For a moment, the old animosity between you seemed to melt away, replaced by a shared concern for your daughter.

As Caraxes touched down in the snow-covered grounds of Winterfell, the stark chill of the North bit through your layers. Daemon’s expression was a mix of determination and frustration, and you couldn’t help but notice how the grandeur of Winterfell seemed to dwarf the fiery presence of his dragon.

You and Daemon dismounted swiftly, the crunch of snow beneath your boots echoing in the silent, frigid air. The imposing structure of Winterfell loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the warmth and opulence of King's Landing.

“The Starks will be expecting us,” Daemon said tersely, his gaze scanning the frosty landscape. “We need to play our parts carefully.”

You nodded, still bristling from the cold and the tension between you two. “I’ll do my best. But if this whole affair is some kind of power grab or an elaborate ploy against us, I want to make sure Daenys is safe.”

Daemon’s expression softened again, a rare glimpse of vulnerability crossing his features. “We’ll find out soon enough. For now, let’s just hope this is a union built on more than just politics.”

As you approached the gates of Winterfell, the grandeur of the ancient castle was both intimidating and awe-inspiring. The guards let you pass with minimal fuss, their cold eyes assessing you and Daemon with practiced neutrality. The hallways of Winterfell were lined with Stark banners, and the warmth from the hearths provided a small relief from the biting cold outside.

You were soon ushered into a grand hall where Cregan Stark awaited. His presence was as formidable as his reputation, with an aura of quiet strength that seemed to fill the room. Beside him was Daenys, looking regal but noticeably tense, her eyes meeting yours with a mix of relief and apprehension.

“Mother, Father,” Daenys greeted, her voice steady despite the situation. “I’m glad you’ve arrived safely.”

You offered her a warm but concerned smile, taking in her attire and the unmistakable signs of stress on her face. "Daenys, dear. You look… well. But we need to talk."

Cregan stepped forward, his expression courteous but his eyes sharp. "Welcome to Winterfell. I trust the journey was not too arduous?"

Daemon gave a curt nod, his eyes fixed on Cregan. “It was long, but we’ve managed. I hope the arrangements for the wedding are proceeding as planned?”

Cregan’s expression remained neutral. “Indeed. We’ve made all necessary preparations. I’m eager to discuss the future and the alliance this marriage represents.”

As the conversation continued, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a complex and possibly perilous chapter. You knew you’d have to navigate not only the intricacies of court politics but also the fraught emotions of a father who was clearly worried about his daughter’s well-being.

The banquet that followed was a display of Northern hospitality, but your mind was elsewhere, focusing on how to ensure Daenys’s future was secure. As the evening wore on, you planned your next steps carefully, knowing that every word and action would impact the delicate balance of relationships that had already been strained.

As you finally retired to your quarters for the night, you and Daemon shared a moment of silence. The weight of the situation was palpable, and while the old arguments and grievances were still there, a shared purpose had emerged. Protecting Daenys was now the priority, and perhaps, in this endeavor, you and Daemon could find some common ground, if only for a little while.

In the stillness of the night, you lay in the unfamiliar bed of Winterfell, the grandeur of the castle doing little to soothe your growing unease. The banquet had been a parade of forced smiles and veiled threats, and the cold seemed to seep through your bones with each passing moment.

A knock at your door broke the silence, and you opened it to find Daemon, his face lit by the flickering torchlight. His usually stern demeanor was tinged with a rare hint of vulnerability.

"Thought I'd find you awake," Daemon said, stepping inside, uninvited "We need to be extra cautious. Cregan Stark is shrewd, and there’s more to this marriage than meets the eye."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your arms. "Is that so? Because it sounds like you’re just now realizing what kind of game the Starks are playing. Should I prepare myself for a lecture on how wolves hunt in packs?"

Daemon scowled, clearly irritated. "I don't need you to remind me. What I need is to figure out if this alliance is a genuine union or a clever trap."

You snorted, leaning against the wall. "And you think I’m here for the fun of it? We need to be careful, Daemon. You can’t just stomp around like a bull in a wolf’s den and expect to come out unscathed."

Daemon’s eyes flashed with irritation. "I’m not planning on stomping around. I’m suggesting we handle this with some subtlety. Unlike some people who seem to think they can charm their way through every situation."

You gave him a sharp look. "Oh, don’t start with the high-handed approach. We both know you’re just as likely to spark a conflict as you are to prevent one. If you want to be useful, maybe try blending in with the Northerners instead of prancing around like a dragon amongst wolves."

He narrowed his eyes. "And maybe you could stop pretending you have all the answers and start cooperating for once. We’re in this together, whether you like it or not."

With a huff, you pushed away from the wall. "Fine. Let’s agree to not kill each other while we’re here. But remember, Daemon, while you’re plotting your next move, I’ll be the one trying to keep the peace and avoid any unnecessary skirmishes."

Daemon’s expression softened just a fraction. "Agreed. I’ll focus on not antagonizing everyone, if you focus on not making me look like a fool."

As he turned to leave, you caught his arm, a smile playing on your lips. "If this goes south, I expect a full report on how you are to blame."

He shot you a sardonic smile. "I’ll make sure to include a chapter on your unmatched ability to defuse a crisis."

With that, he left, and you returned to the window, staring out at the snow-covered grounds. The chill of Winterfell seemed to amplify the tensions between you, but perhaps, with a bit of wit and a lot of careful maneuvering, you could unravel the true nature of this alliance and ensure Daenys's future wasn't just a pawn in a Stark game.

chapter two: icy flames

[the-fiction-witch]

An Extraordinary Targaryen Queen

Media - House Of The Dragon Character - Lucerys Velaryon & Aemond Targaryen Couple - Lucerys X Reader X Aemond Reader - Y/n Targaryen (Betrothal) Rating - 15 Word Count - 1516

The ancient castle of Storms End stood proud against the elements, and the storm raged as it had all night with no sign it would end. The dark clouds loomed overhead, smothering the sun and making the castle seem to surrender to the darkness that surrounded it. The rain battered all that it found belonged to the single tall tower, freezing it with the icy water. The waves crashed against the castle walls like forces at war, hoping to find a single inch it could exploit to find its way into the hallowed halls.

The round hall was dark and dismal with a damp smell. Shadows lingered in corners, and only the occasional flashes of lightning made their way inside. Even the candles seemed dim, lighting only the doorway and the seat of the old storm kings.

Every step and armour clatter seemed to amplify her as if made that way to ensure you kept no secrets from any lords in attendance.

Four knights of house Baratheon walked the guests into the hall, and they were announced once close enough, shouting over the sounds of the rain.

“Prince Lucerys, Of House Velaryon. Son Of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen,” He announced first, “Accompanied by Lady Y/n of House Targaryen, Daughter of Prince Daemon Targaryen.”

Aemond Targaryen had already been in the hall for some hours. Made a point to make himself known, stepping out of a darker, more shadowed space to ensure the young prince met his eye.

Lucerys felt a sudden chill, far worse than the rain. As if the tip of an icy dagger was being run up his spine and held at the back of his throat,t preventing his words. He looked to his older betrothal for guidance,

And Y/n offered him back a tender and supportive smile, adjusting her dress and cloak slightly as they stopped.

“L-Lord Borros…” Lucerys stuttered, even though the hall had this echoing way about it, Luke’s voice seemed quiet, frail, without the boom that came with age and confidence, he had to put effort into ensuring his voice carried across the hall. “I brought you a message from my mother. The Queen.”

“...And yet, earlier this day. I received an envoy from the king,” Lord Borros Baratheon's lips barked back from within his beard, “So which is it? King? Or Queen?” He asked, “The House Of The Dragon does not seem to know who rules it!” He laughed, “What is your mother’s message?”

Lucerys gritted his teeth through such insults and merely held out the sealed scroll his mother had supplied them with.

A guard snatched it from his hand and carried it to Lord Borros, who took it begrudgingly,

“Where’s the bloody maester!” He shouted,

Aemond watched silently. His eyes never left the two.

Lucerys noticed, of course, blood still boiling between the two.

Y/n shot Lucerys a glare as if to silently scold the boy. Straightening her back and raising her chin, refusing to lower herself to the bickering.

He, of course, followed suit, putting his shoulders back and raising his chin to match with his betrothal but also letting his hand find the hilt of his sword.

And the Maester of Storms end soon hurried in, taking the scroll and reading it over, leaving everyone to the silence of the wind whistling through the hall. The Maester leant down and whispered to his lord.

But this only made Lord Borros more enraged, almost red in the face, “Remind me of my father's oath. King Aegon at least came with an offer!” He yelled, “My swords and banners, for a marriage packed.” he glanced over to Aemond, “If I do as your mother bids… Which one of my daughters will you wed, Boy?”

Lucerys once more shivered but held his strength, “My lord… I am not free to marry.” He answered, his eyes flicking to Y/n, “I am already betrothed to the Lady Y/n of House Targaryen.” He slowly took his hand from the hilt of his sword and slid it into hers.

She forced back a wide smile, only allowing the corner of her mouth to pick up for a moment as she squeezed his hand back,

“So, you come with empty hands?” Lord Borros snapped, “Go home, pup. And tell your mother that the Lord Of Storm's END! Is not some Dog she can whistle up at need to set upon her foes,”

“I shall take your answer to the queen, My Lord,” Lucerys replied,

Aemond scoffed, fighting back the urge for a louder laugh,

Lucerys turned away, ensuring to keep his hand, with Y/n prepared to walk back to Arrax and fly home to Dragonstone, defeated.

“Wait.” Aemond finally broke his silence, “My lord Strong,”

The words froze Lucerys, making him stop mid-step,

Y/n felt it, rage bubbling up in her too, but she forced it away, she met his eyes once more, pleading with him to just keep walking with her, to not engage with him and get back to Arrax.

But Lucerys faced him,

“Did you really think you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother’s throne at no cost?”

Lucerys squeezed Y/n’s hand as he spoke up, “I will not fight you, I came as a messenger, not a warrior.”

Y/n squeezed back and tugged on his hand, eager for them to leave,

“Fight would be little challenge.”

It was only then Y/n met Aemond, narrowing her eyes and slightly scrunching her nose, glaring at the prince with less mercy and kindness than she had when glaring at Lucerys.

“No… I want you to put out your eye.” Aemond demanded as he removed the leather patch and revealed the sapphire he had placed where his eye once was, the eye that Lucerys had taken in defence of Y/n all those years ago. “As Payment for mine.” he growled, “One will serve.” He took a knife from his belt and tossed it between them, letting the blade echo on the stone floor, “I would not be so cruel as to blind you so you may never look upon your betrothed again. But I shall take it as a gift for my mother.”

Lucerys’ blood was a raging dragon flame by now, his grip on Y/n tight enough to cause her pain as he barked back his answer, “No.”

“Then you are craven. As well as a traitor.” Aemond snarled,

“Not here!” Lord Borros barked to the boys,

“Give me your eye! Or I will take it, bastard!” Aemond drew his sword and closed the gap between them,

Lucerys panicked, stumbling back in fear but frozen to take his sword,

But in the split seconds between the start of Aemond’s swing and its time to land,

Y/n drew her own blade, the sword she had sewn into her gowns to ensure she was never without a blade. She drew the shorter sword and put herself between them, their blades met in a loud clank that echoed across the hall.

Lucerys, as well as the rest of the hall, gasped, surprised she even had a weapon, let alone the bravery to pull it out on the prince and even more so that she was strong enough to hold him back, given Aemond was several inches taller. Lucerys drew his sword and stood behind his betrothed, prepared to fight if he must.

Aemond met her eyes, keeping their swords locked together,

“Not in my halls!” Borros shouted as he stood, “The boy came as an envoy, I will not have bloodshed beneath my roof.”

“My fight is not with you, my lady,” Aemond told her,

“It is.” She snapped, “You insult my betrothed, you insult me.” her arms began to quiver from behind, held with her sword so long,

“Are you prepared to die for him, little lady?” Aemond whispered across their blades,

That name… drove her to a rage she had not known for years, her body squared, her grip strong, anger filed her enough to force their blades against his chest, “I am Lady Y/n Of House Targaryen, Daughter of Prince Daemon of House Targaryen, the Rogue Prince and Lady Leana of House Velaryon. I am to be the wife of Prince Lucerys of House Velaryon, The Lady of the Tides,” She growled, “When you insult him, you insult House Targaryen, the house of my name and yours. You insult house Velaryon, the house of my mother, his father, and the house for he is named, and the name I will soon hold again.” She snarled,

Aemond forced their blades apart, letting the sparks fly across the hall as the blades ran across one another, taking a breath as he glared at her.

“I will go to war for My House. My Family. And The Man I love.” She told him proudly, “Can you say the same? Or do you go to war for your ruthless ambition alone?”

Aemond scoffed and forced back a smile as he brought his hand to her face, brushing a stray hair from her eye, “it is a shame you choose to align yourself with a bastard.” He smirked, “You would make such an extraordinary Targaryen Queen.” he cooed,

“Take Prince Lucerys and Lady Y/n back to his dragon. Now.” Lord Borros demanded,

“Come on, Y/n,” Lucerys pleaded,

She nodded and took Lucery’s hand, walking with him out of the round hall but keeping her blade in hand. 

Part two ?

[plounce]

my scion animal assignments (aka the daemon au that lives in my brain)

alphinaud: fancy rat (very smart and social, a little scurrying guy, busy little hands, can learn tricks, good to ride around on a shoulder, prey animal)

alisaie: coati (clever little omnivore with prehensile tails. females are very social with each other and form lifelong social ties (and also have bigger frontal cortexes than the males!) (my original thought was ocelot/margay although im veering away from that bc kit miqosquat @sunquail pointed out those are rather solitary critters. they also suggested magpies or woodpeckers? i also admit i have some biased fondness for coatis since they were in a local zoo when i was growing up heheh. this one might change - luckily in a daemon au we can sort of fudge when the twins settled. i think alphinaud settled earlier than alisaie.)

minfilia: luna moth (i knew i wanted a moth bc of flying towards light, the mythological tie to death, and the fleeting life - adult silk moths (which luna moths are) live an extremely short adult lifespan and literally cannot eat in their adult bodies. i went with luna moth because they're very striking and pretty)

yshtola: some species of pit viper (venomous, and an ambush predator. the duality between the venom and the association with healing. pit vipers (rattlesnakes, for example) have very poor vision but have extremely good heat-sense and sense of smell. y'shtola to me is someone who waits for the right time to do things and then does them very dramatically. snakes are also just sort of occult.)

thancred: coyote (has to be SOME type of canine. scrappy little scavengers who are so good at thriving under pressure. seen as a pest. evolved as a secondary predator. canis latrans = talking dog. social patterns can vary and adapt throughout an individual's lifespan - solitary, in a pair, in a pack. i have more coyote facts if you want them)

urianger: bearded vulture (so augury was a roman practice of divination through birds (also the source of the words 'auspicious' and 'inauguration' - and augurelt!), and augurs were the people who read the will of the gods through birdwatching. so it has to be a bird. vultures were a majorly important bird in augury, and i like the parallel you can draw between a scavenger of carrion and the hvw and shb gambits urianger was part of. i settled on bearded vultures bc i also wanted to pick something visually suitable as well - bearded vultures have a head of feathers, and have a sort of gawky golden elegance that suits urianger well. hey wikipedia also just told me that in ancient egypt vultures were associated with motherhood - i always win and i NEVER lose.)

ryne: cheetah (a lightning-fast predator who is also extremely anxious and needs companionship. the emotional support dogs from zoos also ties nicely to thancred being canine. her unsettled forms were mostly small little prey animals - rabbits (baby birch by joanna newsom), little songbirds (for the cage association - nightingales and canaries), lambs (sacrificial slaughter), and a lot of trying to force her daemon to be butterflies/moths to match minfilia.)

graha: meerkat (a funny little clever guy who builds a big city and needs to be in a group of people and also he can fight a poisonous viper. ballsy. the sweetest of the mongooses. to quote kit: "they're weirdly possessive over Their people. like they're cliquish kinda, they're extroverts and love to hang out with people, but they have THEIR special people also. who are favoured")

tataru: potbelly pig (extremely intelligent and cute. and PINK! my reasons are simple but effective.)

estinien: [placeholder] (i haven't put much thought into it bc my main thoughts for a daemon au would be about ryne settling during the events of shb and he isn't in the scions for that. has to be some type of predator that can survive in harsh conditions and isn't very social. a few of you are saying hunting bird, which is intriguing... like a heron or a cormorant. maybe an albatross? i'm also thinking snow leopard maybe, but also :/ lord asriel from hdm :/ )

krile: mourning dove (migratory. i think she'd be a domesticated animal, and they're close relatives of passenger pigeons. my main theme i identify for krile is constantly being the lone survivor/arriving late to the grief (minfilia, the isle of val, eureka story choice, the ninth). the colors also suit her. and there's a certain melancholy calm to her... also there's a huron/wyandot story about mourning doves guarding the entrance to the underworld that made me go HEY. OKAY LET'S GO)

[bonniebird]

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Request: Anonymous asked: "If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country!" Rhaenyra Targaryen with female reader

Rhaenyra closed her eyes, enjoying the breeze that filled the room. She could still feel the prickle of sweat on her skin and the cool air eased her discomfort. The baby in her arms squirmed with determination. 

“Your father shall be here soon to greet you.” She muttered to the boy who gasped and gurgled in her arms. “He shall be upset that you came so soon. He was not here…” In truth, Rhaenyra was grateful that Daemon had taken the children to Driftmark. Bringing forth a child was hard enough without the pack of children that would demand to meet their siblings. Though they would return soon. It was later that afternoon that Daemon arrived. He hurried into the room with a contained exhilaration that threatened to burst out of him with each bounding step as if he were a father for the first time.

“The children?” Rhaenyra asked.

“There has been some trouble in Kingslanding so they have decided to stay with Rhaenys for a few days while Corlys travels to sit on the king's council.” Daemon explained. Rhaenyra nodded and turned her attention to the baby as Daemon explained that the boys would return the next evening and the girls a few days after. Damon, having fussed over the baby and Rhaenyra for a good while, turned his attention to a serving girl to make demands for food to be brought among other things. Rhaenyra had been about to scold him as she wished to rest longer but both were interrupted by the door to the private rooms slamming open.

The baby began sobbing immediately at the sound while you swept into the rooms and gave the baby a dissatisfied look. “Which one is this?” You asked, having interrupted yourself and what you’d been saying when you burst in.

“We haven’t named him yet seeing as he has not long been born.” Rhaenyra said in a scolding, motherly tone.

“Another one? Did you not just have one in the spring?” You asked and she glared at you. Waving a hand you tutted as if it didn’t matter. “If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country!"

You turned to give some short instructions to a nervous young woman who stood at the side of Rhaenyra’s seat. She stayed still, glancing around the room as if she was unsure what to do until Rhaenyra nodded and she scurried away looking rather grateful at being able to leave.

“Who would be asking after you and why have you come here, if you’re fleeing the country?” She asked and gave you a tired look. Daemon perched himself on the arm of the lounge chair that Rhaenyra was resting on, a grape rolling between his fingers as he watched you carefully.

“Must we talk of such dreadful things now? Where are my nieces and nephews?” You said quickly and grinned until Daemon scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“They’re not here so there is no hiding with them.” He said firmly as a group of servants hurried in with another tray of fresh foods, jugs of sweet wine and empty glass goblets. It was set on a table beside Rhaenyra who ignored it in favour of the baby in her arms who made several blubbering noises as she cooed over him. You made yourself comfortable in one of the chairs you knew Daemon preferred, picked at the food on the tray and thought over how best to answer as you kicked your feet up on a table nearby.

“I upset Otto.” You answered finally. Rhaenyra scoffed at that and shook her head, smiling down at the baby quickly as her face darkened at your comment.

“Is that not the reason you stayed behind at the keep?” Daemon jested as he helped himself to a goblet of wine. 

“They kept making demands of me so I left.” You muttered and accepted a drink from Daemon who glanced at Rhaenyra. They shared a look, one of those looks where they both knew something about you that you were avoiding to address and they were silently talking about you. Having enough you thumped your foot on the table, making the baby jump, causing Rhaenyra to give you a withering look. Anyone other than you might baulk at the coldness on her face, perhaps even Daemon. But not you.

“This does not perhaps have anything to do with the wedding?” She said sharply and raised her eyebrows.

“There wasn’t really a wedding.” You muttered and she rolled her eyes, shifting in her seat as she moved the baby to rest on her other arm.

“There was a royal wedding. We were informed.” She replied.

“Ah. But you weren’t invited. Such a shame. It was most amusing.” You said and grinned. Daemon chuckled to himself until Rhaenyra glared at him. “Alicent’s face when her one-eyed giant pulled that veil back only to find my serving girl.”

“I assume this is about you then.” Rhaenyra gestured to a roll of paper that rested on the end of the seat next to her. You sighed, moving around so you could grab at it without getting up and unrolled it. It was some sort of summons and something about the offending of House Hightower.

“Serves them right.” You muttered quietly.

“(Y/N)!” Rhaenyra started and then winced. A flurry of her maids rushed to her and you found yourself shooed out of the room. Shortly after someone found you as you walked the halls of Dragonstone and led you to your rooms. You weren’t summoned until late morning the next day.

“Aunt (Y/N)!”

“Hello, Joff.” You said as the boy darted to you. You heaved him up into your arms and chuckled as he clung to you.

“Did you bring your dragon?” He asked and looked worried for a moment that you hadn’t. They were rather fond of each other. It had always struck you that they might bond after you passed as other dragons had or perhaps Joff might take one of the dragons' eggs. 

“Of course. She is out with Caraxes. You know how she loves to wade in the water.” You muttered and smiled when she grinned. Luke shuffled closer and tucked himself under your other arm as you balanced Joff on one hip. He chatted happily the rest of the way to the hall where you were supposed to be heading for breakfast. When you got there Jace was already sitting at the table, chatting with Daemon.

“Where’s Nyra?” You asked and Daemon sighed.

“Resting.” Daemon spoke quickly and picked at his food. You had a sinking feeling as the boys abandoned you for their plates which were quickly ladened with food. “She wants to see you when you’ve eaten.” 

Jace gave you a mingled look. As if he wanted to scold you but also applaud you at the same time and found himself very torn. You ate slowly and enjoyed the hubbub of the boys shouting across the table to each other. When you were done Joff took your hand and asked if, when you were done with Rhaenyra, you would stay to pick out a dragon egg for the new baby. You promised that you would and he left you outside Rhaenyra’s door informing you that Daemon told them not to disturb her until that afternoon. 

You entered more carefully this time. She looked at you and sighed. “You’re going to have to get married.”

“Good morning Nyra. How lovely it is to be here with my family on this lovely day.” You said sarcastically as you gestured to the window. “I’m not getting married.”

“I have a letter here, saying that you return or they tell everyone you’re betrothed. They want to say Daemon stole you, and that is what happened with the wedding.” She wafted the paper in the air so it crackled gently and raised her eyebrows at you when she got nothing but a shrug in response.

“Wouldn’t be the most shocking thing he’s ever done at a wedding.” You said and grinned at her. She winced as she stood up and walked towards you.

“What about a nice Stark boy? There’s that one that sounds promising… I forget his name. You would not even have to see him. You are heir after Jace until my others come of age…” Rhaenyra trailed off as the baby started to cry in its bassinet across the room and you sighed.

“If you had not left us alone with them… I would not have had to run away.” You scolded and let out a slither of the resentment you felt. She looked at your hand where you fiddled with the small ring gifted to you by your father.

“Now he is alone. With them.” She bit back just the same. You stared at each other as she put a comforting hand gently on the child. 

When she looked up from the baby you had gone and Daemon was lingering in the doorway.

“(Y/N) is right.” He said carefully. She shook her head. She did not like when you were right and there was little anyone could do to have her admit it even if you were. They sat together, Daemon taking the baby and smiling down at him. It was much later in the afternoon when you appeared again. You let yourself into the rooms followed by Joff and Luke who helped you carry a brazier that was steaming and glowing slightly. 

“We chose an egg.” Luke said and smiled as they set it down. Rhaenyra got up, ruffling Luke’s hair who gazed up at her adoringly as she gently squeezed Joff’s cheek, her hand being childishly batted away with a small flapping hand and a giggle as she passed them to reach the lid. She smiled when she saw the egg.

“A fine choice.” She said as the two boys looked at her with shining, expectant eyes. They let out a chorus of pleased shouts and excited babbling as if they’d been nervous they had chosen wrong. It made you chuckle. You wondered if Rhaenyra had felt the same when she had chosen your egg.

“Mother?” Luke said as a moment of sadness flickered over Rhaenyra’s face. 

“Your grandsire grows more ill. We shall be returning to Kingslanding.” She said calmly. Daemon glanced at you when you went to make a comment. His look was hard and warning so you quickly stared down at the dragon egg as if you had never seen one before.

“W-what about Baela and Rhaena?” Luke asked. Rhaenyra smiled.

“Baela prefers Driftmark so I imagine she shall want to stay with her grandmother. But that will be up to them.” Rhaenyra said as she went to sit back down. The children followed her like chicks following a hen. After looking at the baby for a while the boys got bored and went to find the rest of their siblings, leaving you alone.

“So you plan to go back?” You asked awkwardly.

“We plan to go back. Just because you left after me does not mean we didn’t both leave.” She said stiffly and gave you a firm look. You glanced at Daemon but found no help from him in easing the tension between the two of you.

“Very well we go home. Now if you don’t mind…” You gestured towards the window where a Driftmark ship could be seen and specks of boys clad in red and black were hurtling along the edge of the water towards it, bouncing about and far-off shouts could be heard on the air. Seeing your dragon slowly plodding along after a smaller dot in the distance, you knew Joff had found her, she was far too fond of the boy and on occasion had to be bribed to let him out from under her wings. You started to leave when Rhaenyra hesitantly continued.

“We have to be united on this (Y/N).” Rhaenyra said as if she wasn't sure you would agree with her. You stopped in your tracks, having headed towards the door and turned back. The gaze that you shared was fraught with years of tension, arguments and joys as well as shared sufferings. She had always been on your side. Perhaps now, you were realising, you hadn’t always been on hers. Rhaenys would call it bickering, family bickering and it was good to get it all out. But perhaps it had been left out in the open too long and now Rhaenyra doubted your relationship.

“We can be united if you see her for what she is.” You said quietly. Rhaenyra’s jaw clenched. How many times had the two of you argued about Alicent? How many times had you accused her of waiting for Alicent to change back to what she had been in her younger years? Too many for either to count. It was still a sore wound.

“Then as one house and home, we shall return.” Rhaenyra said rather seriously, making her sound overly dramatic. You smiled and nodded before leaving and rushing down to the docks and greeting your nieces.

You can also read this fic on my @bonniebird AO3 and Wattpad!

[tin-wufborf]

Tin's Favorite Sterek Fics (Part 6)

Hello, hello, hello, and welcome to the sixth installment of this little series of mine! Thank you all again for likes and shares on the previous parts. You all continue to blow me away with your support for this project of mine. Once again, smooches and squeezy-hugs to you all! But only if you want them.

As a quick heads up, we're entering into the "December 2012" era of fics, so you might start seeing a bit of a Christmas theme going on for a for a little bit. Generally, I don't prefer Christmas fics myself, but I'm a sucker for kid and pack fics (you may have already been able to tell), and those tropes tend to work well in a Christmas setting. Consider yourselves warned!

Okay, that's all from me for now. Ta-ta!

List and link to previous/next part(s) below the cut.

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DISCLAIMER: This is me warning you all that some of the fics I've included in this list may cover explicit, dark, and/or "taboo" subject matters. I cannot express enough how little I care what anyone thinks about any of that; all I want is for you to use caution when reading anything I've listed here and to please review and heed whatever tags the authors have provided in order to keep yourselves safe. Your experience from this point on is your own responsibility, not mine and not the authors'.

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Nothing Satisfies Me But Your Soul by fadedhues (NR | 1/1 | 1,259)

“My name is Death,” he sings softly, and it’s fucking pretty, like he’s singing a lullaby to the winter sky, “and the end is here.”

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must be a devil between us by hoars (NR | 1/1 | 2,081)

"What? Why would-- Derek, why would your daemon encourage mine to touch you?" Stiles fakes calm well, but his heart gives him away.

"Because Luminera is a deviant." He shrugs. He accepted Luminera's reckless behavior years ago.

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souls of mischief by hoars (M | 2/2 | 2,695)

Stiles’ first memory of his mom is green.

Her green eyes, her green dresses, her green scarves, her green blouses and her green barrettes.

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with the darkness fed by Rena (NR | 1/1 | 2,835)

It takes him several tries to dial the right number; his hands are slippery with blood (warm and sticky and bright red) and his entire body is shaking with the aftermath of puking his guts out, his breath is burning in his lungs and the phone keeps eluding his grasp.

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What Could Have Been by thingcalledlove (G | 1/1 | 2,971)

The camera zooms in on the face of a very beautiful woman who looks vaguely familiar.

“Who’s the babe?” Stiles jokes, turning to look over at Derek.

“My mom,” Derek replies with a glare.

“Oh, shit, dude, I’m sor—” Stiles breaks off his apology as his eyes drift back towards the screen. Beside Mrs. Hale is another familiar face. One he hasn’t seen in a long time. His mother.

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I Don't Want To Be Saved by Lapin (M | 1/1 | 3,132)

And everyone, everyone has their own ideas about this relationship, they all say the same things, they all do. "He's not good for you," "It's Derek," "This is the fourth night in a row," "What kind of asshole dates a high schooler?" "I'm not okay with this."

But Stiles pulls the red hood up, wanders from the path, and he's picking flowers, and he's breathing, "My, what big teeth you have," and Derek bares his fangs, and yeah. Fuck them.

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Will Wonders Never Cease by thecheekydragon (T | 1/1 | 3,632)

Sheriff Stilinski wonders how Derek Hale fits into his working theory of a gigantic, two-ton pissed off moose shot-putting his son’s jeep.

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Practically Perfect by betp (NR | 1/1 | 3,688)

WE NEED A NANNY PROBALLY. Reqirments: - eyes light up - wants to go places - can travel between dimentions - likes cheesebergers - a wear wolf - lisens to good music - SUPER STRONG - favorit color is pink - has friends who can fly - will merry our Dad

There is a stick figure drawing of a werewolf with red eyes and bared teeth, marrying Stiles on a cloud.

Or, "The one that has next to nothing to do with the kids." This is a straight-up unapologetic Mary Poppins AU.

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Laura is Badass by hoars (NR | 1/1 | 5,079)

Laura's not expecting two teenage boys to burst into the bakery, brandishing lacrosse sticks yelling about “Kidnap!” and “Pedobears!” and “Sex slaves are illegal!”

She’s flabbergasted.

“Cupcake?” Derek offers.

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When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear by owlpostagain (T | 1/1 | 7,817)

There are some salvageable things though. A virtually untouched heavy slate sign that says, engraved in an ornate script that confirms at least one person in the Hale family had a sense of humor (Stiles has a horrible suspicion it might have been Peter), When You Stop Believing in Santa You Get Underwear.

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Beltane by DevilDoll (E | 1/1 | 8,254)

"Watching Stiles heal someone has always been a little uncomfortable for Derek, like he's seeing something intimate and private that shouldn't have an audience. That's nothing compared to how it feels." This is an AU in which Stiles has magical healing powers.

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Your Words Are Robbery by dedougal (E | 1/1 | 12,127)

When Stiles is dragged back to Beacon Hills, he has to face everything he left behind.

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cool story, bro by drunktuesdays (E | 1/1 | 13,087)

Based on a truly ridiculous conversation with Kalpurna about a hypothetical Stilinski Twins situation that ended up sounding something like:

“FUUUUUUCK, is it a sweet valley high situation where Stiles is very aware that his twin is way more attractive and confident than he is, EVEN THOUGH THEY'RE IDENTICAL, and he always ends up with the hotter significant others and more friends and Stiles guesses that's why he's attracted to the pack at first, because it's something that's just his, not his twin's too. But of course, Stiles's twin gets bit and now he's part of Derek's pack, and Derek doesn't snap at him like he snaps at Stiles, never slams him into things, fucking FIGURES, STILES'S TWIN GETS EVERYTHIIIIIIIING.”

Kalpurna/good ideas OTP.

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Stay. by paradis (E | 1/1 | 15,537)

He leaves because the press of Derek’s lips and the sting of his teeth against Stiles’ neck are still burning his skin, and he can’t stop touching them, but then he remembers Derek telling him he’s not pack, he never was, and that he doesn’t belong here.

He leaves because Lydia asks him too, but he doesn’t go back to Beacon Hills because no one asked him to come back.

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What To Expect When You're Expecting (A Litter of Sourwolf Puppies) by Brego_Mellon_Nin (E | 1/1 | 17,422)

The Sheriff sighs and plops down in a chair opposite his son.

“Stiles, I’m going crazy here. We need to get you to a doctor. You sleep like you’re trying to get into the Guinness Book of World Records, and your eating habits are bizarre! You vomit around the clock and for some reason only the tea your mother used when she was pregnant will get your stomach to settle down for any length of time. Is there something you aren’t telling me? Can werewolves get guys pregnant? I’ve noticed how you look at that Hale kid-”

Stiles meeps and flails, sloshing tea down his front. Luckily it’s not scalding anymore, but still hot, so he jumps up and wrenches his shirt off.

“God, dad, no! Guys can’t get pregnant, that’s ridiculous, it’s like...”

“Like werewolves being real?” his dad questions, deadpan.

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Home by coffeeinallcaps (E | 1/1 | 18,464)

Derek has bought a beautiful house. Stiles can't stay away. (In which everyone hangs out at Derek's place all the time and Stiles tries but fails not to fall for a certain socially inept alpha.)

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Assistant to the Consulting Detectives by idyll (T | 9/9 | 18,674)

Stiles is going to NYU and ends up working for Sherlock and Joan.

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Metamorphsis by happyevraftr (E | 1/1 | 20,755)

Life isn’t easy for Stiles Stilinski. This is a truth he’d come to accept a long time ago, so it’s no surprise when an enemy pack shows up in town with a mysterious Alpha that’s hell bent on revenge. Things escalate quickly when Erica goes missing and Isaac is attacked by the new pack. As if that isn’t enough to handle, Stiles own body begins to betray him and he must decide whether to die as a human, or live as a werewolf.

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The Birthday Fic by seussian (E | 1/1 | 21,066)

It's Derek's 30th birthday, and Erica and Boyd have been kidnapped. Again.

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Tutor!Verse series by betp (10 works | NR-M | 41,579)

They meet when Derek is seventeen and hates history almost as much as he hates his ex, Kate, and Stiles is sixteen and taking junior-level history classes. Then they fall in love and do dates on each other and I didn't mean for any of this to happen. By which I mean Sterek fic!

1. Not Another Sterek Romance (It Is Absolutely Another Sterek Romance) (T | 1/1 | 2,405) In which Derek is the worst at history and Stiles wears glasses. 2. Boys, Interrupted (NR | 1/1 | 1,329) "I am the result of your academic ennui," Stiles summarises. 3. Jeepin' (M | 1/1 | 1,368) Stiles warns Derek four days in advance, resulting in Derek unable to concentrate in any of his classes that Friday, because all he can think about is his impending gay deflowering, which--jesus fucking christ. 4. Peer Pressure (T | 1/1 | 1,615) "Can't even answer a simple question, he's too good for that. I hope he knows what we do to kids who are too good to talk to us." 5. Golden (NR | 1/1 | 947) "It's like a recipe for a summer romance movie from the 80s." 6. Catch Me a Catch (NR | 1/1 | 1,828) In which Allison will never understand Stiles' sense of humour, Scott will never understand what Stiles sees in Derek, and Derek wonders what he would spend his free time doing if he'd never met Stiles. (The answer is CoD and literally nothing else.) 7. Education (NR | 1/1 | 2,990) "I'll try anything once." He pauses. "With you. Only with you."

In which Stiles and Derek have been dating for three years, and Derek decides to try something new. 8. Viridian (NR | 1/1 | 5,967) "Dude, forget Stiles." 9. Biological Imperative (NR | 1/1 | 2,206) "I want to have children with you someday," Derek interjects firmly. "Not that I know why I seem to think that would be a good idea." Tin here. Just wanted to pop in and say that this part (part 9) is the conclusion to this series as the next part is a WIP reboot of the series.

10. i brought my pencil (NR | 3/? | 20,924) Your typical, classic nerd/jock au, but with a shittier attitude. (A reboot of this series. Sorry guys.)

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[poedays]

Some things I’ve noticed with icons:

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1. Hush and the general ‘Freelancer’

Hush’s symbol can be comparable to the freelancer symbol as it includes the same general lines, and has the ‘over’ lines in freelancer icon as the trail away thinner lines in Hush’s.

I think this has relevance for a few reason.

One, the freelancer symbol is a DNA sequence, whereas Hush’s can be seen as an extended infinity sign. This shows the unnatural nature of Hush’s existence - he is the embodiment of everything and nothing at all. Created from another’s life force, he only imitates humanity. Whereas, Freelancers are an abundance of magic - they have access to a multifaceted skill set of elemental and energetic control. They are the most distant from your regular human, but are the best display of empowered life. Hush is distant in the opposite way, he’s less human than a daemon.

Additionally, Hush’s icon can also be seen as two infinity signs cut off from completion. I believe this could show how Hush is theoretically immortal, if not for the fact that he is a purpose bound being. Once his purpose is fulfilled, he no longer has a reason for existence. Thus, cutting off his immortality.

Two, Doc is a Freelancer. In a way, it’s almost symbolic how the two ends of the spectrum come together. An abundance of magic in a socially acceptable way, and an abundance of magic in a way that disturbs. A jack of all trades, and a purpose bound being. Doc has a choice of how they use their magic, and in what form, whereas Hush has to learn choice - imitating human nature, but never able to actually be human.

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2. Darlin and Quinn

Now that Darlin has an ‘official’ icon, I payed a bit more attention to it. So the icon itself has a waning crescent moon within it (if we focus on the black portion), which symbolises rest and self-care. As this icon is also used as the general pack icon - i think it shows that since Darlin reconnected with the pack, they finally have a chance to regain their sense of self. If not directly taking care of themselves, then at least allowing others to care for them.

Which leads to my Quinn thing - I believe his icon symbolises both how he separated Darlin from the pack, but also how he fuelled their self-destructive nature. He was the reason Darlin felt the need to distance themselves, due to the fear of him harming the pack. Which is exactly what his icon displays. He cut them off from living a happy life, as well as from their support system.

Although, Darlin’s icon could also be seen as a waxing gibbous moon in the white portion, which symbolises reflection and growth. Once again, Quinn’s icon shows how he stops them from doing so. Quinn was a constant cycle of manipulation and abuse, he traps people and drags them down to his level. He ruins people instead of bettering them - his scratch through the icon just shows how he’s a direct opposite to the intended symbolism of the waxing moon.

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My Love is mine, All mine (18+) (CEO! Daemon Targaryen x Female Reader) (Non Canon -Modern AU)

Read Chapter 4 here // Series Masterlist

Chapter 5 (Last)

Summary : You leave Daemon to protect him from your insecurities and to find some answers.

Warning: 18+, smut, insecurities, miscarriage , mention of abuse, smoking, extreme insecurities and trust issues, mention of infertility, reader has anxiety, mention of infidelity.

Note: I had plans to keep it short and for once I have succeeded as I didn't want to stretch the story unnecessarily. For once I have no idea what I'm going to write next but hopefully the inspiration will strike soon. Thank you to everyone who read and supported this story ❤️🙏🏻

Daemon never realized how loud he was being with his laptop keys whenever he was stressed out of his mind, you were living in one room apartment with him and the sound awakened you at times while he was working on a presentation late at night.

As you sat up on the bed and watched Daemon frantically typing away on his laptop, you couldn't help but notice his thick luscious disheveled hair, no doubt the result of running his fingers through them in frustration, a smile graced your features as it only made you want to pull him in bed and cuddle him.

As you got off the bed, Daemon turned his head to look at you, his eyes locking onto yours. He could see the love and concern in them,

"Did I wake you, my love?" he asked, his voice soft and filled with worry.

Without a word, you walked closer to him and stood behind his chair to massage his tensed shoulders.

The silk nightwear you had on made him want to make love to you right now but he couldn't afford it at the moment, he was looking for a sponsor and he was failing miserably, he had spent his life savings into building and developing this product and the only reason he wasn't living on the streets was because you were here with him, supporting him in every possible way. Feeding him when he forgot to do so, paying the rent when he couldn't contribute, holding onto him when he was giving up on himself.

He snapped out of his thoughts as your fingers trailed down from his shoulder to his forearms slowly, you leaned down to press soft kisses on his neck, your scent made him lean back into the crook of your neck, perhaps he could just calm down, just for a moment

“How long?” you whispered in his ear so he brought his hand up to caress the side of your head.

“I can't sleep darling” his voice came out gravelly, full of tiredness that you just wanted to take away

“Mmmm i know”

You mumbled as you walked around the chair and sat down on his lap as you kissed him passionately, his arms quickly wrapped around your waist, fingers roamed all over as he kissed you with equal intensity.

“Do you have five minutes?” You asked him so he chuckled in response.

“Five minutes huh?”

“Mmmhm I can make you cum in five minutes” his breath hitched as you mumbled in his ear.

At times he felt like a perv, a selfish arse, a beautiful, sweet, young girl like you deserved the world that he wasn't offering you at all but those thoughts vanished as quickly as they would come whenever he felt your loving touch on his skin.

“Do it please” he almost whined in your ears and you were quick to shove your hand inside his pants to grab his cock, all he could do after that was lean back into the chair with his eyes closed and enjoy the moment, enjoy the fact that even at his worst he was blessed with a woman who he knew would never leave his side, no matter what.

Daemon immediately picked up his phone to give you a call as he didn't find you anywhere, members of the staff told him that they saw you leaving with a packed luggage and his heartbeat sped up. Where would you go without telling him and why? Your phone wasn't reachable so he seeked Otto as he knew you must have used his services to go wherever you wanted to go. Otto informed him that you had asked him to drop you at the nearest airport, his heart sank as he heard that, why would you go somewhere without telling him? What were you doing?

He was worried, anxious and was becoming increasingly terrified with every passing second.

The feelings of fear, anger, and confusion washed over him, and he felt powerless, he couldn't do anything but wait for you to get in touch and explain, but then his eyes fell upon the note you had left on the closet door and he was already assuming the worst even before he had read it.

“I am not going anywhere where you can't find me love but I really hope you won't, not for now at least. Before you start worrying let me tell you that I am not leaving forever, and I'm not going to go anything that would hurt you or us, none of that, I just want to love you the way you love me but I have been failing lately.

Everytime I have looked at you in the past few weeks, my eyes held a sense of suspicion, and that's really not fair to you my sweet husband, you're the best man there ever could be, the greatest indeed and I want to be able to treat you like that. Want to show you how much I appreciate you in my life and how lucky I am to have someone like you who's all for me, I want to be able to believe that you're all for me Daemon because I can't go on like this forever, i can't keep hurting you this way when I'm so clouded by my insecurities.

I know you're going to be hurt with my decision and I'd deserve it if you choose to be angry with me and punish me however you see fit but I'll give you a call as soon as I reach there and i hope you'd want to hear my voice because I do, i have not even left the house yet but I already miss you and I am going to miss you terribly.

Pretty sure I'm about to lose my job, luckily you're not my boss ;)

Happy birthday baby, I love you so much even if my actions say otherwise at times, I really do love you alot.

Forever Your wifey”

His eyes welled up as he finished reading the note. He waited anxiously for his phone to ring but two hours had passed already and he was losing patience. He looked around the room and it just seemed hollow without you, that's how you must feel too when he was gone on those long business trips he thought but then he went away for work, while you went away to escape him. This decision of yours had made him worried about your relationship with him, what if the distance makes you realize that he wasn't enough for you?

Or that he was too much for you?

As his phone rang he quickly pressed it up to his ear and sat up on the bed. He wasn't able to speak, there was a lump in his throat that was making him unable to speak to you.

“Dae?” You mumbled softly and immediately heard him sniffling on the other side,

“Comeeee back please darling please come back” his voice came out in broken whispers and in that moment you absolutely hated yourself, more than you usually did anyways.

“I will Daemon, i am not gone forever, did you read my letter?” You asked him softly so he sniffled once more as he wiped his tears.

“I did..I don't understand it darling, aren't we supposed to deal with this thing together?” he asked you, through thick and thin he vowed to be there for you so he wasn't wrong.

“We are together” you told him and the anxiety he had been feeling lessened slightly.

“You promise?”

“I promise..you're stuck with me forever” he couldn't help but chuckle as you said that to him.

“I sure hope so..are you going to tell me where you are?”

“Mmmm in Heathrow..to see my father”

Daemon went quiet for a moment as you said that, you had not spoken to him since he had cheated and divorced your mother.

“Why?”

“To get answers to questions I have never dared to ask..he's the main reason why I am the way I am”

“There's nothing wrong with you my love, not a thing” your eyes welled up again as he said that. Daemon wasn't a reason for your Insecurities, not once in your relationship with him he had made you feel anything but loved thoroughly.

“I love you, you know that right?”

“Then come back to me as soon as you can” his voice was pleading and almost begging for you to return to him.

“I will..soon i promise”

He sighed as he laid down on the bed, he didn't want to overwhelm you, it wasn't like you to take such steps so he knew he'd have to give you time to figure this out on your own if that's what you wanted.

“You were right about her darling” your heart stopped for a second as he spoke.

“What?”

“She's into me” he got worried as you didn't say anything for a good few seconds but then you responded exactly how he had imagined.

“I knew it, that fucking bitchhhh…what did she do?” You asked him so he sighed and sat up again as he detailed everything that had happened after you had left the office party.

“The audacity, I just knew I couldn't trust her”

“She was drunk but that's not an excuse to speak wrongly of my wife” he mumbled softly.

“You defended me? She wasn't completely wrong you know” you told him as you knew how unfair you have been to him in the past few days with your constant suspicions.

“Hey darling? I love you but shut up please”

.. The next few days he was in touch with you via calls only, you didn't even allow him to see you on Skype as you feared it would break your resolve. At the firm Daemon had a difficult decision to make with Sheena, he had given her a notice period so she could look for another job, he was even willing to write a recommendation letter as he didn't want to be cruel. Since that night she hadn't really looked him in the eye, perhaps she was embarrassed, or it was the guilt but he didn't want to speak to her about this.

“Sir, may I say something?” Sheena mumbled as she put the files down on his desk.

“Don't say anything, you're only going to make it worse and you still have to work here for a week”

She looked down as if she was ashamed, she was going to say something but he wasn't interested so she turned around to leave..

As she left he picked up his phone to give you a call and you picked almost immediately.

“Calling me from work? Who are you?” You joked and it made him smile but then his eyes teared up because he missed you terribly, he missed your laugh, your kisses in the morning, he missed touching you not just sexually but in a way that affirmed to him that you did exist in his life and that you were all his.

“I'm calling because I know you won't be home when I go there” your smile faltered as well as he said that. You won't be there today, that was true, but you'd be there soon.

“I miss you alot, i think about you all the time”

“Even while you're showering?”

“Especially while I'm showering” he chuckled as you said that

“Did you see your father?”

“I saw him yes and I was right to come here”

“Did you get the answers you were looking for?”

“I got a few answers”

“And?”

“I need help–”

“I'm here sweetheart” your eyes teared up as he said that, always so kind and supportive and you had been taking this for granted.

“You can't help me baby..i love you so much and I don't want to ruin what we have” he sighed as you said that. If you had said something like that to him in person he'd have just wrapped his arms around you to comfort you but you weren't there.

“You can't..no matter what you do or say when you're not feeling so good, you can't ruin us…you can't make me unlove you…it's too late my sweet girl”

“God you're insufferable” you mumbled softly as tears made you unable to speak any further.

You wanted to go home, you wanted to hold onto your husband and never leave him again.

You still remembered the first time he was hit on by a woman right in front of your eyes, his business had begun to do well, he had bought this new apartment for you two where he had invited all the ten employees for a dinner party.

One of the guys had brought a female friend of his. As soon as she stepped into your home she had her eyes on him, you saw the immediate crush she had developed so quickly, now he wasn't just a genius or just another good looking man but he was also becoming richer everyday and women liked that alot.

But you were right there, right in front of your eyes that woman flirted with him and that's when you felt that first wave of insecurity coursing through you regarding your position in his life, even though he had shot down her advances immediately you felt scared, if they were willing to do it right in front of you then he must be facing such temptations all the time and you couldn't help but wonder how long he'd ignore it.

You had asked your father why he had chosen to cheat on your mother, and why he chose to ruin his marriage and leave his daughter behind. He gave you a short simple answer, something that you had hoped to hear, he told you that it wasn't your mother's fault, it was all him, he cheated because he wanted to and not because of something your mother had done to him that made him want to take that step. He knew the heartbreak it would cause but he went ahead with it anyway because he didn't care.

Your father was a different man, and so was Shelley's husband, Daemon wasn't like that, he'd never hurt you this way, he'd never go out of his way to break your heart.

The following night as Daemon reached home it was quiet, usually he'd hear the murmurs of the staff working but it was eerily quiet tonight, when he went upstairs he found you standing on the door wearing your sexiest nightwear.

He wanted to run to you and hug you but the way you looked at him made him stop in his tracks.

You bit on your lips as you looked at him from head to toe, he looked deadly on a given day but the all black suit he had on was your demise. You were going to seduce him, use your charm to apologize but you found yourself bewitched instead.

“Hiiii” you mumbled softly as you leaned against the door frame so he walked closer to you and placed his hands on the wall, trapping you between his body and the door. He wasn't saying anything, was just staring with an intensity that made you nervous and made you drip at the same time.

“You can be upset with me, you should be” you mumbled as you loosened his tie so he grabbed your hand to stop your movement before he turned you around and pressed you against the closed bedroom door flat on your stomach, next thing you knew your hands were tied using the same tie.

“Never again you hear me? You're not going to just take off without telling me first” he whispered in your ear before his lips latched onto your neck and he sucked a mark that you knew would last for days.

“Never again I promise..i promise” you could barely speak coherently because his fingers had reached under your dress already, fingers played with your clit mercilessly as he brought you closer to your release. It's been a while and you hadn't touched yourself in his absence, you wanted to wait and suffer for this very moment.

That night was eventful, he made you cum right against the door, then you sucked his cock like a whore while you told him how sorry you were and then he fucked you on the bed, his thrusts and words equally possesive, equally desperate.

When you woke up the next morning he didn't go to work, he stayed home all day with you and treated you like a queen, he apologized for being neglectful even though he wasn't.

You didn't come back home all fixed as if you never had any problem, far from it, but now you knew that you had a major problem and you knew you needed someone to tell you that, someone to hear you and someone to help you with your thoughts. You knew you needed therapy and you were determined to get it.

A few months later you were out shopping with Daemon for Christmas and perhaps it was just your luck but you bumped into Sheena, literally, you bumped right into her.

"I have been meaning to speak with you Mrs Targaryen" Sheena spoke to you so you looked at Daemon confused.

“I'll go look for that thing you keep asking about” he mumbled softly as he kissed you briefly so you gave him a smile and watched him walk away from you both.

“Mrs. Targaryen” she smiled as she spoke so you reverted it. You didn't want to be rude, there was no point anymore.

“Just call me y/n, he's not your boss anymore” you told her so she nodded

“I know you must not care but I really wanted to apologize” you crossed your arms as she said that.

“For hitting on my husband or for insulting me?”

Okay you couldn't help yourself.

“For both, I was..just jealous of you to be honest”

Your eyes narrowed as she said that, you were jealous of her, why on earth was she jealous of you?

“Why is that?”

“You seem to have it all, you have everything I have ever wanted but never had. I was out of line and it was just my jealousy speaking..nothing else” she looked down as she spoke before she continued “Daemon is a good man and anyone with eyes can see it but if he chose you then there must be a reason for that right? My life was in shambles at the time and i misspoke, i couldn't help but wonder why I couldn't be you and have a good job, a good husband, a perfect life”

You chuckled as she said that.

“My life is not perfect Sheena, nobody's is”

“I understand that, I just wanted to apologize because I feel guilty about what I had done, my stupidity caused me a job i really loved” you could tell that she was being genuine but you didn't want to entertain her further, therapy hadn't turned you into a saint. At the end of the day she was a woman that had tried to hit on your husband and you didn't want her anywhere around him or you for that matter.

“I'm sorry but you're capable of doing great things, don't be so hard on yourself”

As Daemon returned you gave Sheena one last smile and she mumbled a greeting before she walked away. You spent weeks feeling inferior to her and for what? She was insecure as well, even with all that she possessed she was insecure, her insecurities were different that yours but not any less debilitating.

“Are you alright baby?”

You looked at your gorgeous husband as he asked you and you couldn't help but smile. Lucky, you had gotten so lucky.

You were more than alright, you felt good, you felt happy, you felt perfect in that moment.

Because now you believed, deep down in your heart you knew that your love was yours. All yours.

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PRESS RELEASE: Second Annual ‘Marvelous Game Showcase’ Delivers Exciting Updates on Fan-favorite STORY OF SEASONS and Rune Factory Series; Reveals NARUTO: Arcade Battle for North America, and More

Second Annual ‘Marvelous Game Showcase’ Delivers Exciting Updates on Fan-favorite STORY OF SEASONS and Rune Factory Series; Reveals NARUTO: Arcade Battle for

North America, and More

New Looks for Additional Titles in Development Include Opening Animation for

Monster Farming / Action Title Farmagia and Striking New Teaser for DAEMON X MACHINA: Titanic Scion

TORRANCE, Calif., — May 30, 2024 — Marvelous USA, Inc. and XSEED Games today shared a localized version of parent company Marvelous Inc.’s second annual ‘Marvelous Game Showcase,’ which debuted today at 3:00pm PT. President Suminobu Sato hosted the showcase and was joined by key members of development teams to provide updates on titles announced in last year's event, and announce new regional and global initiatives for the Marvelous family of companies.

Farmagia (formerly Project Magia): Product Manager Takehiro Ishida revealed the official title of the project, Farmagia, and presented the game’s opening animation, giving gamers an action-packed look at the cast of characters and powers they wield. Ishida-san also shared details on key characters in the game, designed by popular artist Hiro Mashima, including Ten, the protagonist who often acts before thinking; Arche, his childhood friend who balances both kindness and a competitive nature; Chica, another childhood friend with a more reserved demeanor; and Lookie-Loo, Ten’s sidekick and de-facto mascot. The title is planned for a global release in 2024.

STORY OF SEASONS: The next, as-yet-untitled entry in the beloved franchise continues its development as the team focuses on improvements to the visual presentation and natural environments. Series Manager Hikaru Nakano joined to debut a fresh look at the results of their efforts, highlighting how aspects such as updated natural lighting and festival fireworks have been improved to enhance immersion and atmosphere. The project remains in active development and will be fully revealed at a later date. In the meantime, Nakano-san confirmed new gameplay features including a player-controlled glider and the return of fan-favorite pets.

Amusement Section: Marvelous Inc. supports more than just PC and console entertainment and announced a number of new arcade initiatives including NARUTO: Arcade Battle, which will be available in North America this summer. Players will experience the world of NARUTO on a massive 50” screen, where they’ll engage in intense ninjutsu battles and collect plates to reach the highest rank they can! Arcade titles for Japan release only were also presented.

Indie Partner Lineup: The Marvelous family continues to invest in helping creative and exciting visions from smaller indie developers become a reality with global support for titles! Titles introduced for worldwide release include Bitsummit 2023 Grand Prize winner Death the Guitar, where players become an electric guitar fighting with the power of death metal to avenge their owner, planned for a 2025 release; and Moonlight Peaks, the supernatural-themed vampire farming/life sim title from Dutch developer Little Chicken, scheduled for 2026 release. One additional title, Bō: Path of the Teal Lotus, was also presented for release in Asia and Japan by Marvelous on July 28, 2024.

Rune Factory: Following a brief history on the evolution of the Rune Factory series and how it has grown across nine titles released over 18 years, Rune Factory series Director Shiro Maekawa joined the stream to reveal a new video for Rune Factory: PROJECT DRAGON sharing a look at the title’s protagonists. Players can choose to play as either Subaru or Kaguya, two new Earthmates with a twist; they will use the power of dance, rather than farming, to communicate and interact with the world around them. This new approach to interacting with the world comes with non-combat tools, including parasols and drums; series staple weapons like swords; and brand-new weapon types to experiment with, including bows and talismans.

DAEMON X MACHINA: Titanic Scion: First revealed during last year’s Marvelous Game Showcase, DAEMON X MACHINA: Titanic Scion once again closed out the show, where President Sato-san shared an evocative look at Marvelous’ First Studio’s mech-action sequel.  Additional details including platforms and a release window will be announced at a later date.

To celebrate the Showcase, select STORY OF SEASONS and Rune Factory titles will be on sale for up to 60% off on the Nintendo eShop for Nintendo Switch™ through June 7, 2024.

More information about XSEED Games’ products can be found at www.xseedgames.com Fans can also follow XSEED Games on Facebook, X, Instagram, Twitch, Threads, get in depth info from their developer blog, and join the discussion on their Discord server at: http://discord.gg/XSEEDGames.

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XSEED Games is the independent-minded publishing brand of Marvelous USA, Inc., a wholly owned subsidiary of Marvelous Inc., which is a publicly traded company listed in the Prime Market of the Tokyo Stock Exchange. Formed in 2004 by a small group of industry veterans, XSEED Games is headquartered in Torrance, California and publishes video games on PC and consoles in North America. The publisher's diverse portfolio of over 100 titles includes releases from Marvelous Inc. including STORY OF SEASONS (Bokujo Monogatari), Rune Factory, and DAEMON X MACHINA, titles from third-party partners including AKIBA’S TRIP, Corpse Party, and Granblue Fantasy: Versus, and titles from independent developers including Sakuna: Of Rice and Ruin, Potionomics and Cuisineer. XSEED Games has grown its reputation among global gamers with its critically acclaimed localizations and commitment to fans, remaining ever dedicated to its “indie spirit, player-first” approach for quality games.

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Rhaenyra & Jacaerys Part I 👑🥀🖤

“You never love anything in the world the way you love your first child”

Remember, older Rhaenyra was not the one to give birth to him. It was young Rhaenyra, the same one who had no seeming interest in marriage, and even less so in birthing children. Childbirth was something she resented in youth, being brought up to see her mother suffering day after day, month after month, year after year, constantly facing pregnancy and agonising childbirth with nothing but damage, pain and devastation to show for it.

Then, after her very first terrifying pregnancy, Rhaenyra gives birth to Jacaerys, and she finally understands what she never did with her mother’s failed pregnancies. When she holds her newborn for the first time, she falls in love with him in a way she has never loved anyone else before. For the first time in so long, Rhaenyra is no longer alone. I firmly believe one of the reasons she overcame her fear of pregnancy and children was because of how much birthing Jace changed her views on everything.

She did not know it then, but Jacaerys would one day become one of her most dangerous weapons, her most loyal and devoted follower, and most importantly – her rock. It may be argued that the above is more accurately applicable to Daemon, whom she married for all of those reasons. Yes, Daemon is her most dangerous weapon, but the rest? No. Daemon is unpredictable. He keeps everyone, including Rhaenyra on her toes. His love, like is anger, is a dangerous thing. He argues with her, he challenges her, and his faith and devotion in her wavers at time, demonstrated in both the book and the show with his Intention to take the throne for himself in Harrenhall and his relationship with Nettles. Jacaerys would rather gouge out his own eyes and set himself on fire than betray his mother. After Lucerys’ death, and once Daemon left for Harrenhall, It was Jace who took charge of matters in Dragonstone.

He was the one to secure the support of multiple houses, flying himself up to Lady Jayne Arryn in The Vale and the formidable Cregan Stark in The North, who was so endeared by him that they made a pack of brotherhood, known to be called as the “Pack of Ice and Fire”. Remember, Cregan Stark is ultimately the reason Aegon iii, Rhaeynra’s remaining heir even became King. It was Jacaerys who secured the futures of his siblings, arranging a valuable marriage to gain White Harbor’s favour by betrothing Joffrey to Desmond Manderly’s youngest daughter. It was Jacaerys that reconciled Corlys with his mother and named him her Hand after he become estranged to her, angered by the death of his wife. Once they began plotting an attack on Kings Landing together, he was the one to send Joffrey to the Vale for his protection. Most importantly, and I cannot believe how they handled this in the show, Jacaerys was the one to come up with the idea of discovering dragonseeds for their riderless dragons. He was the one to address them when they arrived to dragonstone, and claimed whoever was bold enough to claim a dragon would “have the honour of fighting beside The Prince of Dragonstone” himself.

Lastly, he wrote to the Prince of Pentos, and arranged to have his youngest siblings Aegon and Viserys sent there for their protection. As much as the show likes to push for this agenda, Rhaenyra did not do any of these things. Almost every cool thing Team Black has done this season was actually something stolen from Jacaerys’ character, including when Daemon called Vhagar a “hoary old bitch”. That was Jace’s quote. He was Rhaenyra’s rock, and without him, Team black would not have stood a chance. His death was a “terrible loss” for Rhaenyra’s team, so much so that Team Green almost believed they had one the war because of his death.

“Broken after the loss of one son, Rhaenyra Targaryen seemed to find new strength after the loss of a second. Jace's death hardened her, burning away her fears, leaving only her anger and hatred.” - Writings of Gyldayn.

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⛧YOU ARE FREE TO MAKE A D͟O͟N͟A͟T͟I͟O͟N͟ O͟R͟ E͟V͟E͟N͟ L͟E͟A͟V͟E͟A MESSAGE OF ENCOURAGEMENT AND SUPPORT IS HELPFUL AND GRATEFUL. AND 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐓.

[breezysuffers]

kind reminder that all of our favorite demon bois are going to outlive their listeners.

avior is going to lose starlight someday, and (almost) wish that he didn't bring them back into the hellscape with them, just so he could see them forever. that he might not have to have watched them die so soon.

caelum is going to watch all of his charges die. he's gonna see david and asher and angel and baabe and the freelancer and the rest of the pack die. for all we know about the rate empathy daemons age, he could be about the maturity of a teenager when this happens. imagine watching someone's life from the near start, feeling their inner struggles and watching them leave. like they were never there in the first place. holding onto gavin for support.

gavin is not only gong to watch the love of his life die, but his new found family as well. the ones who didn't see him as just as someone to use for sex but a close friend. and gavin is going to be the last one left. left to watch all traces of the damn crew fade like they were never there. holding onto caelum for support. however (mentally) old he may be.

[durbguy]

-- Xyn'bakar Bloodfist is an ancient contemptor dreadnought, hailing back to the Great Crusade. Strangely however, Xyn'bakar isn't the name of the inhabitant of the chassis, but the chassis itself. Dozens of users have been interred in the plate if Xyn'bakar, all losing themselves to the cruel, capricious machine spirit of the armour. Prone to fits of blind rage that are excessive even by the standards of the Heirs of Blood, Xyn'bakar has to be kept isolated in a chamber, fed victims periodically to satiate their bloodlust.

In battle, Xyn'bakar is used as a lynchpin, anchoring packs of daemons or supporting the advance of rhinos with withering, relentless volleys from their twin autocannon. Unsurprisingly, they much prefer to engage in close, reducing man, machine and monster alike to incomprehensible wrecks, some even noting that the more are butchered, the more the runes on their armour glow...--

Decided I needed to paint more vehicles for my army since I keep putting off my terminators! Honest impressed with how this dreadnought turned out considering it really didn't take long to do. Think I might do a rhino next!

[bloodstained-porcelain-doll]

The Kneeling Queen, ch 4 - Aemond Targaryen x OC

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Summary: Aemond Targaryen and Maelessa Velaryon were childhood lovers. They were each other’s only comfort in a world full of darkness. When they grew up, their love blossomed until they were the only thing the other cared about. Their lives get increasingly complicated due to the fact that they’re supposed to be on opposite sides of the war. Will their love survive or will it burn to ash as the war ensues?

Warnings: Angst, soft loving smut, canonical character death

Chapter 4 - A King's Death

“No! I won’t go! I want to stay here with Aemond!” Maelessa argued, grabbing onto the large stone column as if her mother would grab her by force and drag her out of the city. Rhaenyra, frustrated, reached out to touch her daughter’s arm.

“We are still your family, Lessa. Please. You’ve been apart from us for years now, we want you to come home with us. We all miss you. Come get to know your new siblings,” her mother urged with a smile. It was time for them to pack up and leave, and predictably a fight had broken out between Maelessa and her mother.

“No,” she insisted. “King’s Landing is my home, I belong here. With Aemond.”

“Aemond is not your husband, he is your uncle.”

“As Daemon is yours!” she snapped.

The Targaryen custom of marrying within the bloodline had been the thread Maelessa held onto for support. Her mother had married her uncle, and she was set on marrying hers. It would be a union for love, but also one to strengthen their house, and one to strengthen her own claim as a Targaryen. She was the blood of Old Valyria, despite not looking like it. Marrying a Targaryen prince and birthing his babes would put an end to the rumours and the doubts across the realm.

There was a moment of silence between the two women until Rhaenyra spoke again.

“Daemon and I-“

“Wed each other in an ancient Valyrian ceremony,” Maelessa cut her mother off. “Aemond and I want to do the same.”

Rhaenyra sighed and a look of resignation came over her as she looked at her daughter.

“I’ve truly lost you to him, haven’t I?” she asked, reaching out to take Maelessa’s hand. The girl nodded and her face softened slightly as she squeezed her mother’s hand.

“Many years ago. There was nothing you could have done, mother. Aemond and I are fated, even the king saw it. You’ve told me stories about you and Daemon in your youth, and truthfully I relate to them. We’re not that different, you and I. And Aemond and Daemon are two sides of the same coin… Your father couldn’t keep you and your uncle apart. Three different marriages couldn’t keep you apart. And nothing can keep me apart from mine. Not even this ridiculous family feud.”

Rhaenyra sighed again and pulled her daughter in close for a hug. The women embraced each other, and once again Rhaenyra allowed her daughter to stay in King’s Landing as she left with the rest of the family for Dragonstone.

Not many days later, the worst hours of Maelessa’s life took place. News broke that the king was dead, but before that was a day of silent plotting, and she wasn’t even allowed to witness any of it. The greens had agreed that Rhaenyra was the heir to the throne, but after the death of the king, they changed their minds. Alicent swore that the king had changed his mind as well, in his dying moments saying that he wanted Aegon to succeed him. But everyone knew that was false. She also changed her mind about Aemond and Maelessa’s betrothal, breaking it and insisting that Aemond needed to be free to marry a lady from another house. In a fit of rage, Aemond had thrown a flagon of wine against the window of his mother’s chamber, shattering it.

“She loves me above anything, mother,” Aemond spoke when he calmed himself, turning back to face his mother, who watched him with tear stained eyes. She had loved the king, and his death left her grieving. Now her one son was missing, and the other one furious with her.

“Perhaps when she was a child. Now we can’t be certain. She’s Rhaenyra’s daughter, we cannot trust her. Besides, you must be free to form a marriage pact. Borros Baratheon will need convincing that Aegon is the true king. He has four daughters.” Alicent sat down, clasping her hands in front of her. Aemond scoffed at the suggestion.

“Hmm. I will not wed another when I have a perfectly suited bride imprisoned in her own chamber as we speak. One that won’t even fault me for imprisoning her.”

“Gods, Aemond, if you could hear yourself sometimes.” Alicent shook her head. “She is a woman, not some object you can possess. You are a man. You can wed a woman and father her children, then spend your own free time with however many other women you want.”

“No.” He shook his head. “I won’t do that to Maelī- to Maelessa. She deserves more than to be my mistress, my whore,” he sneered. She would agree to it, he knew, she would do anything for him if he only asked. But it’s not what he wanted for her, or for himself. Yet his mother continued.

“She’s a bastard, Aemond. When Aegon is king she will find herself lacking in options. Besides, this decision is out of your hands, it’s already been decided.”

Maelessa knew nothing as of yet, when she had woken this morning she found the doors to her chamber barred. She was no longer a welcome guest, but a hostage to be used as a pawn in the green scheme for power.

Her dragon Catlys had just grown large enough to ride, and she supposed the greens thought she would flee if given the opportunity. They were wrong, though, as much anger as she now felt towards Otto and Alicent, she would never do such a thing to her future husband. Being betrothed to Aemond had been the biggest joy of her life. She opened a flagon of wine. If she couldn’t leave her chamber, at least she could get drunk. But then the doors flung open.

“Maelītsos,” Aemond greeted as he entered. She threw herself in his arms and he wrapped them around her tightly, lifting her off the floor. 

“What’s happening, my love?” she asked. “Why am I imprisoned? Is it the king, is he dead?”

“Yes,” Aemond said. Maelessa’s heart dropped. She did not know her grandsire that well, but he was kind and he was peaceful, and he upheld her mother’s claim to the throne steadfastly. Yet she knew that everything had gone horrendously wrong. The green snake Otto Hightower plotted for his own house and power. “My brother will be crowned king at dawn. Rhaenys is imprisoned, same as you. Your mother will be considered a usurper if she crowns herself queen,” Aemond continued, confirming her suspicions.

She pulled back from his embrace and her eyes fluttered around the room as tears clouded her vision. So many conflicting emotions tore through her body. Fear and grief for her mother. Fury with the Hightowers. Sorrow for the king. Disgust for Aegon. Confusion. Aemond, he hadn’t been here with her. She had been all alone with her thoughts, without him to comfort her and guide her through it.

“I’ve been locked in here for hours, where have you been? Why didn’t you come sooner?” she asked. Tears fell from her eyes and Aemond wiped them away gently.

“I wanted to come as soon as I heard. But I had to find my brother. He was hiding from his new duties.”

“Ageon doesn’t want the crown?” she asked, and Aemond shook his head. “He’s an imbecile, he doesn’t deserve it. If it can’t be my mother it should be you.” She ran her hands down his cheeks, feeling the soft warmth of his skin and the sharp angles of his jaw. The act brought her peace, the feeling of his flesh against her reminded her that it would always be the two of them against the world.

“I know, my love. I have more news, regretful news,” he continued. “Following the death of the king, my mother and grandsire broke our betrothal. They claim that I am now needed to secure the support of Borros Baratheon.”

“No,” Maelessa cried, tears dripping down her cheeks and grief clawing at her chest. They were supposed to get married. It was supposed to be them against the world, forever. Not some other highborn whore. “No you can’t, you can’t wed someone else, it’ll kill me.”

Aemond pulled her in close and held her, resting his chin on her head.

“You alone have my love. You alone always will.” She sniffled into his black leather jerkin, devastated. She had never been so happy as she had the last few days, and now it was all being ripped from her again. “You understand, don’t you, Mae, that any marriage I may enter will be political only? My heart,” he paused and took her hand, placing it on his chest, “beats only for you.”

The reminder was sorely needed at this time. Whatever happened, he was still hers, and that’s what truly mattered.

“As mine does for you. I will wait here for you, I’ll remain loyal, I’ll make it work any way you want, but…” She trailed off and he wiped her tears again, gently holding her face as she spoke. “Our children… they’ll be bastards like me.” Aemond’s eye searched hers for a solution, and he seemed to come up with something.

“Run away with me again. When Aegon is crowned and all this is over, we’ll take Vhagar and fly somewhere, we’ll marry the old Valyrian way just like your mother and Daemon, like we always talked about. No one will know but us. I know it’s not what we wished for, but it’s the best we can do in the situation.”

Maelessa nodded, her tears finally drying.

“Yes. We’ll do that… I’ll wait for you, my love.”

“I’ll come for you, ñuha ozgūroti,” he promised. She frowned.

“Ozgūroti… what does it mean?” she asked. She thought she was fluent in High Valyrian now after all of Aemond’s lessons, but this word she didn’t recognise. A little smile grazed his lips and he ran his thumb down her cheek, resting it on her lower lip.

“Hmm. It means captive, or prisoner,” he said. She scoffed and smacked his chest.

“Even in a moment like this, you jest.”

“I do not jest. You are my captive. I’ve captured your heart and I intend to keep it forever.”

“In that case you’re my captive as well,” she insisted, and Aemond nodded.

“I am,” he said, leaning in to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and deepened the kiss, desperately needing him for comfort. He claimed her mouth with his tongue, and she gladly allowed it. When he pulled back she was breathless.

“Do what you have to do. I’ll wait for you.”

Aemond left and barred her doors again. He had left her with his dagger, telling her to use it for self defence if anyone was to enter her chamber while he was gone. She revisited her plan on getting drunk, now sitting on her bed with a cup of wine in one hand and the dagger in the other. Anxiety clawed at her when she thought about how they ended up here. Just a few days ago, things seemed like they were going to be fine. Their house was united, and her mother would be queen after Viserys the Peaceful.

The greens must have made plans long ago, because outside her window, people were moving around, scurrying, rushing and whispering. She drank her wine as she watched them all fuss around. Larys Strong looked on from a corner. Technically her uncle, yet she had barely ever spoken to him. Her thoughts drifted to her poor mother. Her throne was being usurped, and there was nothing she could do about it, because she didn’t know. The castle was so quiet, and Maelessa could only assume it was because the greens didn’t want the news of the king’s death to spread yet. They had to finish their plans first.

She had never loved Alicent. The green queen was stern and absent, never warm, smiling or welcoming. But she seemed to have a good heart and she, just like Rhaenyra, wanted peace. But her father Otto was another matter. Otto Hightower was a cunning serpent, whispering venomous words in the ears of everyone in a position of power. Maelessa’s best guess was that this plot was his doing.

The whole day passed, and it was only in the middle of the night that Aemond returned to her chamber. She woke not when he opened the doors, but when he climbed into her bed. He had already stripped all clothes from his body and his eyepatch as well. She stirred and opened her eyes, and he brushed her hair out of her face.

“Shhh…” he whispered, placing soft kisses all over her face. His fingers, gentle and careful, travelled down her neck and chest, pushing back the furs she slept under. “Ñuha gevives…” His kisses moved down her neck, to her chest and down her arm as he climbed in under the furs and on top of her. She shifted onto her back to grant him better access. “Ñuha gevie ozgūroti.” There was that word again. Captive. Prisoner. It held two meanings to them, sweet and evil. Aemond brought his hand up to her lips, and she sucked his fingers into her mouth, wetting them before he dropped his hand down to her womanhood, rubbing her softly until she was bucking her hips up against his hand, craving more.

”Kostilus,” she begged quietly. Aemond chuckled and slid two fingers into her, still placing soft kisses wherever he could reach.

“Ñuha buzdari…” he murmured, and she gasped. The more chaotic the world around them grew, the more possessive he became. “Mēre ñuha.”

“Aōhon,” she agreed, whining in pleasure as he drove his fingers in deep, curling them and working the spot deep inside her that drove her mad with desire. “Ñuha āeksio… ñuha dārys… ñuha jaes,” she moaned. At this, he captured her lips again and kissed her feverishly, pumping his long skilled fingers into her over and over until she threw her arms around him, digging her nails into his perfectly muscled back as she came for him, receiving praise once more.

“Syz riña… ñuha syz riña,” he whispered, withdrawing his fingers and sucking her arousal off of them, moaning at the taste.

“Mazemagon yeng,” she murmured against his lips when he kissed her again. So he did. One could be forgiven for thinking he ruled and made all the decisions in their relationship, but truth be told Aemond indulged Maelessa’s every whim, he never told her no unless it was for her own safety, and everything she wanted, he gave her if it was within his power to do so. He was enslaved to her just as much as she was to him. 

She wrapped her legs around his hips when he entered her, moaning softly. He kept his hand on her cheek, looking into her eyes as he rocked his hips into her, claiming her with deep and slow thrusts. They both gasped and panted in pleasure, sharing sweet kisses in between his thrusts. He filled her up so perfectly and it didn’t take long before she was nearing that edge again, using her heels to pull him deeper inside her. She fisted her hands in his hair and he bit down on her neck just as she tumbled over the edge, crying out his name when she came for him. Seconds later he withdrew himself from her and with a breathless groan, spilled his seed on her thighs and belly. She couldn’t wait to feel it inside her one day. 

Neither of them bothered with cleaning up the mess, and Aemond climbed back in under the furs. Maelessa pulled him into her arms this time, stroking his silky hair fondly while kissing his face and head. She sang him a song and he slowly began to relax in her arms, and that’s how they fell asleep that night.

When dawn came for them, he helped her dress. He braided her hair, she braided his, and he put her in a green gown despite her protests.

“Can’t I wear black? It would symbolise my mourning for the king. I don’t support your family, I don’t support Aegon. Only you,” she said and pouted as he laced the green corset tightly.

“No.” One word, that he barely ever used with her, was all he needed to silence her objections. He leaned in and kissed her exposed neck. “It’s only for show, Maelītsos. Don’t think too much about it. Everything will be alright, I promise.”

With a resigned sigh she allowed him to keep fussing around with her like a doll until he deemed her perfect. Then he offered her his arm and they walked together through the empty castle all the way to the dragon pit, where Aegon was to be crowned. As expected they received angry looks from Alicent and Otto when they showed up together. Alicent grabbed Aemond’s arm, stopping him when they passed her.

“Why is she here? She was supposed to remain in her chamber,” she whispered. Maelessa heard her of course, and smiled. Aemond had broken the rules of their plan only to have her here, and for that she was glad.

“Hmm. She looks pretty in green, don’t you think?” Aemond replied to his mother with a smirk, ignoring her question to take their places by Helaena who smiled shyly.

Commoners began to seep into the dragon pit, slowly but surely filling it up. Guards made sure to keep the order and soon, the pit was full to the brim with people. The bells of the city rang to signal an important event. When they stopped, it was Otto who spoke.

“People of King’s Landing! Today is the saddest of days. Our beloved king, Viserys the Peaceful, is dead.” Unnerved chatter broke out among the commonfolk. “But it is also the most joyous of days! For as his spirit left us, he whispered his final wish, that his first born son, Aegon, should succeed him!” The chatter turned from unnerved to exhilarated, and men of the city watch entered, forming a passage for the new king. Maelessa struggled to keep her face plain. She wanted to scowl and roll her eyes as Otto spoke, but she bit her lip to stop herself. She glanced over at Aemond who stood next to her, hands clasped behind his back.

Aegon entered, slowly, looking unsure of himself. He didn’t look like a king at all, but a sullen boy who shouldn’t be afforded power in any aspect of life. No matter how much you tried to dress up a pig, it was still a pig. Even Aemond couldn’t hide his thoughts as he swallowed hard, his eyes fluttering while he watched his brother take the stage. Then he caught himself, and resumed his stoic blank gaze.

Otto continued to speak, but it was Ser Criston who spoke the final words, placing the Conqueror’s crown upon Aegon’s head. When Aegon turned, first Alicent, then Helaena and then Maelessa, all curtsied. Aemond nodded his head, and then Aegon turned back to the public, who applauded him and cheered. It was then he seemed to realise that power came with adoration, and he drew his Valyrian steel sword. For the first time since entering the pit, he smiled. When the crowd cheered him, and he lifted the sword again, egging the smallfolk on.

It was then that the ground broke, dust and debris covering the entire room and a dragon’s screech was heard. The common folk screamed and scattered. Aemond stepped protectively in front of Maelessa and Helaena, who took each other’s hands as they watched the red scales of Meleys come into vision. Rhaenys sat in the saddle, having escaped her imprisonment in her chamber. Meleys roared, her huge claws and her snapping tail taking the lives of many a man as she gained footing and stomped forward to the royal family. As the commonfolk escaped through the opening doors, Rhaenys looked down at Aegon and Alicent. Alicent had stepped forward to protect her son, if Rhaenys were to rain fire on him. Maelessa stared with wide eyes, wondering if Rhaenys was bold enough to slaughter them all in here. 

It would be bittersweet. If she slew the new king, it meant Rhaenyra could come to claim her rightful throne. But in dragon fire, none were spared, meaning she wouldn’t live to see it. Meleys roared again, her hot breath fanning over them all. Rhaenys gave Alicent a meaningful look, then she turned her dragon around and escaped, leaving them all shaken and scared, but unharmed.

Valyrian translations:

Ñuha ozgūroti - My captive/prisoner

Ñuha gevives - My beauty

Ñuha gevive ozgūroti - My beautiful prisoner 

Kostilus - Please

Ñuha buzdari - My slave

Mēre ñuha - Only mine

Aōhon - Yours

Ñuha āeksio… ñuha dārys… ñuha jaes - My master… my king… my god

Mazemagon yeng - Claim/take me

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