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Hello! Can I plz request Lucifer (Hazbin Hotel) x reader where he meets the reader and is attracted to her but after he sees her transform into a beautiful Light Fury dragon (How To Train Your Dragon) he's like: they have to be mine.

pairing: Lucifer Morningstar x Female! Lightfury Shifter! Reader

summary: ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴇᴛ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ʜᴇʟʟ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇxᴛᴇʀᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴅᴀʏ; ᴡʜᴇɴ ʟᴜᴄɪꜰᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟᴘ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ʀᴇʙᴜɪʟᴅ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀᴍᴀɢᴇꜱ ꜱᴜꜰꜰᴇʀᴇᴅ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀᴅᴀᴍ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪꜱ ɢᴏᴏɴꜱ, ʜᴇ ʀᴇᴄᴏɢɴɪᴢᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ʜɪꜱ ᴅᴀʏꜱ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ. ʜᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ᴏɴᴇ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀʙɪʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴜʀɴ ɪɴᴛᴏ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɢɴɪꜰɪᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ…

warnings: cursing, slight angst, fluff, Lucifer + reader are secretly in love and are complete dorks about it

words: 6k+

a/n: I saw this request and immediately got to work; I love HTTYD, so I hope you enjoy its inclusion in this fanfic. I was thinking about adding 1-2 more parts to this; just let me know in the replies if you guys even want a second part to this; wanna give y'all what you want. Thanks again, anon, for requesting this! ^_____^

A Dragon's Vow

(Part 1?)

Lucifer had been standing in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, speaking with his daughter, Charlie, when he first met you. He had come by the morning after extermination to check on her, as well as the other residents of her hotel (for whom he didn't particularly care for, in all honesty; especially not that Alastor fellow).

They had been speaking about renovations to the hotel after the events that took place prior and during the extermination. The hotel had suffered many damages to both its interior and exterior; damages that normally would take one a while to fix if they weren't in Hell. He promised Charlie his help with fixing whatever needed fixing.

And that's when he first saw you.

Everyone was gathered in the hotel lobby, residents and all. His eyes had begun scanning around all the potential bodies that would be helping with the reconstruction of his daughter's life-long dream of a project, when he had spotted a head of pure white hair in the group's mass. He squinted his eyes, as he couldn't remember seeing such a color that stood out as much as it did, but when he saw your face it was all over for him.

You were absolutely stunning.

Your hair had to have been a result of your transformation into the afterlife. He had never known any being to have such a pure color for hair while still being alive. At least, not naturally.

Your body, from what he could see, appeared to be dusted with white glitter markings, highlighting your already beautiful skin. The light coming through the broken windows of the hotel seemed to gravitate towards your figure, as if sensing the need to accentuate how unique your presence actually was.

In Lucifer's mind, it was almost like looking straight at an angel.

Only was he shaken from his thoughts when he finally noticed the pair of snapping fingers that had been in-front of his face for who knows how long. They belonged to his daughter.

"Dad!" Charlie exclaimed, continuing the snap of her fingers in-front of his eyes until he finally gathered his bearings with a blink, turning to look at her.

"Huh- oh, did you need something dear?" He asked, blinking his eyes slowly, like a toad who'd been sitting on a log all day without interaction. Charlie gave a sigh and put her hands together as she then tried again to reach her father with words.

"I said," She began, a smile creeping its way up onto her face, "Dad, I would like you to meet our newest resident to the Hotel! Her name is Y/N! And, Y/N, this is my dad, Lucifer!"

Then, "I just wanted to introduce you both since we will all be spending lots of time together, trying to rebuild the hotel! I want everyone to get along!"

It was just then that he had realized that you were now also standing in-front of him, alongside his daughter. Your beautifully colored eyes were pinning him under their gaze. Your sparkling skin looked even more enticing up close. It really made him wonder what sort of hybrid you must've been to be able to adorn such a naturally beautiful look. Your eyes had looked at Charlie with such a softness, before turning their now piercing daggers onto him.

Wait...did his daughter say...Y/N?

That had to be a coincidence, he was sure. Such a familiar name, it was just making him think of those he used to know.

Yet, the leap of his heart in his ribcage didn't fail to go unnoticed.

He wasn't given much time to delve deeper into his confused thoughts, because he was already being pushed slightly closer towards you, as a means to encourage him to introduce himself instead of just standing there like an oaf, he assumed was Charlie's idea behind it all.

A goofy grin overtook his face as he took a step forward on his own accord, without any help from his daughter. He was going to nail this 'introduction'. Or so he thought.

As he began the simple motion of extending his arm for a polite handshake, he was surprised to see that, once he re-opened his eyes after a blink, you were no longer standing in-front of him.

Rather, in your place now stood a white, glittery colored dragon, lips pulled back in a snarl, baring your teeth, snout wrinkling with the motion.

Lucifer hardly had any time to react, let alone back up, before you let out an earth-rumbling roar; the sound caused him to instinctively reach a hand up to steady his top hat atop his head, to make sure it wasn't blown off by the force of your bellowing sound. He shut his eyes against the harsh gust of wind that suddenly swept past his face following the noise; the complaints and confused murmurs of the other hotel residents were barely audible as he was the one experiencing this head-on. More to the face than head, but same thing for him.

Once the whirlwind of noise had stopped, he opened his eyes just in time to see you turn tail and flee, going up the main stairs and off to one side of the staircase, disappearing deeper into the hotel. No one went after you. He supposed from that reaction he got just from trying to shake your hand, that was what you most preferred.

In that moment, he realized that Charlie was once again trying to tell him something, but his eyes were still trained on the last spot you'd been.

"Heh...sorry, Dad." Charlie said, rubbing the back of her neck with her big, awkward smile that he knew so well; she got it from him. "I-I forgot to mention that she's still a bit skittish. She was pretty banged up when we first found her during extermination. I've noticed that she doesn't seem to want to be touched or even remotely looked at for too long, for that matter. I shouldn't have pushed her or you, I'm so sor-"

"Charlie, it's fine." Lucifer assured, finally turning his body towards his daughter as they talked, leaning on his cane nonchalantly. "New sinners always need time to warm up to things down here! I can...always say 'hi' later." He assured, giving her a big grin of his own.

His eyes found themselves instinctually looking back over at the stairs and railing, then down the dark hallway where you had disappeared deeper into the hotel. A soft glimmer lit his eyes.

So it was true. He had thought you looked a little familiar...maybe a bit too familiar when he first laid eyes on you. The white hair might have been what threw him off to start, but there was no mistaking it now. The Lightfury form was a dead giveaway for anyone who knew you personally.

It was you.

Y/N. His acquaintance; the person who had tried to help him rebel against God, prior to his falling. Always he had wondered what had happened to you, being his helper in his schemes, after he fell. What had God done to you? Were you punished as well? He had never known and still didn't, for that matter.

At the time he had hoped, even though it was selfish to wish and he knew it, that you too, would be cast from the clouds and bound to join him in the afterlife down in the various cities of Hell.

What he had gathered from your sudden appearance here, at his daughter's Hotel, told him that you were most likely still living in Heaven, and probably against your will. Whether you were still an angel or not, he didn't know.

All he knew was that you weren't where you were supposed to be.

But he was determined to find out why you were here, and how on Earth you were still managing to be as beautiful as the last day he laid eyes on you.

Whilst everyone else was out helping with fixing hotel damages, Lucifer had snuck back into the hotel; he was searching for you, to put it plainly. You had caught his interest earlier, and he just wanted to apologize to you for being so forward and making you uncomfortable enough to scurry away like you had. He was also terrified that he had already made a horrible impression on such a beautiful woman, which whom used to work right alongside him back when they both spent their days in Heaven. He had lost you once; he couldn't afford for that to happen again, especially not when he could help it.

He practically skipped up the stairs two at a time to the second floor of the hotel, as that was where he had watched you disappear an hour or so ago. He assumed that meant your room was somewhere nearby.

It surely didn't take him too long to find your room. The side of the door exposed to the hallway had some unique-looking, luminescent vines hanging down from the top of it; some tiny glowing crystal shards were embedded into the wood of the doorframe.

Lucifer stood outside that door for a good five minutes. He swallowed many times, as if trying to physically push the nerves back into his body.

What was he supposed to say? What should he do? How should he act? Would you even let him near you? Did you remember him at all? Did you...hate him?

He remembered receiving some pretty angry sounding letters from you when he fell from Heaven. Claiming to him about how the angels, as your side of the punishment, had started using you for tests to try and better understand your hybrid anatomy; forcing you into executing angels who refused to follow the rules with your plasma blasts. He had then sent a letter back, asking why they didn't cast you out like they did him. You told him it was because the angels deemed you 'too valuable' to just be thrown down into 'that wasteland', as they put it.

Lucifer shook his head. He was still stalling. You were just on the other side of this door, someone who he used to call his partner in crime; his friend. He sighed, straightened his outfit whilst taking a deep breath, then knocked a total of three times.

He waited patiently, tapping his foot outside the door silently, mentally willing for you to open the door and possibly (hopefully) greet him with open arms.

But like all the other things pertaining to your complicated relationship status, he knew that was amongst the many things that was very unlikely.

He raised his fist to knock again but there was no need. The door opened a crack. He stiffened in surprise, moving his head to peer into the small crack the sudden opening provided. A soft glow could be seen within the room but besides that, the interior was shrouded in darkness. Although you yourself had not physically come to the door to let him in, he took this as an invitation rather than a deterrent. Stepping inside, wincing at the small creak of the door on its hinges, he shut it behind him without so much as a sound.

Lucifer looked around, taking in the interior design of your room. The half shrouded in blacks and greys looked like any of the other hotel rooms. It held a fancy, well-kept king sized bed; a nicely crafted wooden desk with a chair, a small carpet under it additionally to avoid scratching the floors; a large dresser; a decent sized standing mirror beside the bed; a small nightstand on either side of said bed.

The other half of your room was a totally different story completely.

And he had to admit, it was pretty amazing.

The second half was an expanse of forest-like figures. It held high rocks that seemed to stretch to the endless ceiling of the room, while the original half of your room had a short-stopped ceiling just high enough for five-star comfort. Said rocks held many various colored crystals on them, each which glowed a slightly different color than its neighbor, each bearing that welcoming yet cautioning signal to any beholder.

The wooden floor gave way to a grassy texture; the grass was glowing lightly, looking more like an expansive patch of algae rather than everyday grass. He could tell it was most likely very soft though, as it swayed lightly, subtly, as if a draft were coming through from somewhere not visible to the naked eye. There was even a little pond in the distance he could see!

As he thought to himself more and more, he realized that he did know what this stuff was. Landscape one would see in The Hidden World. In your Heaven days, the both of you would sit around for hours and swap stories with one another, going all the way back to the times when you were alive and what life was like for you. You always spoke to him about The Hidden World; the homeland and birthplace of all the dragons of your kind. From what you had told him about it, he had deemed it pretty amazing in his mind. He remembered you speaking about the glowing necessities, the luminescent markings on dragons, the crystals you sometimes liked to collect, and the overall peaceful atmosphere. He was able to get a general image in his mind of all the things pertaining to the homeland that you mentioned; looking at this area of your room now, he told himself it was probably safe to assume that this whole area was a resemblance of where you come from. He felt as if he could almost puff his chest out in pride for remembering something so important to you. Of course, he had to stay humble now if he wanted any chance of getting you to talk with him once again; maybe not like old times, but a greeting would be nice, surely.

You had said that The Hidden World was truly a place that you felt peace for the first time in your life whilst you were alive. Then you had proceeded to tell him after that, that he now provided that same feeling for you. That sense of safety. Security. Belonging.

As he made his way across the normal part of the room to get to the additional beauty, that's when he noticed you there. You were, hanging from a bare tree by the tail, it looked like. Your beautiful, white wings were wrapped around yourself except for a tiny crack in their merging.

And in this crack between your wings, was a thin-slitted pupiled eye staring straight at him.

The sight caused him to freeze in his tracks, with one foot now in the glowing, algae-like grass. He gave a nervous smile your way, which only caused you to narrow said eye further and uncurl your wings. Like the most skilled acrobatic, he watched as you unfurled your long, slender dragon body; walking along the branch, you then jumped down to the grass below.

Your eyes were still slits as you approached him now, slowly, cautiously. Almost as if he were the prey and you the predator. Honestly, that's how Lucifer felt right now.

But then, instead of pouncing, you just stopped and stared at him. Your long, elegant tail lashed slowly, barley touching the grass as it swayed freely, yet with a controlled fashion. Eyes still narrowed, you let out a snort of annoyance, rolling your eyes, before tossing your head in an irritated gesture and finally coming to sit on the grass, still a ways away from him.

"...You're ruining my grass..." You huffed, narrowed eyes taking him in, raking over him as if you could pick him up and toss him out of your proximity with just a gaze.

He blinked at your dragon form, confused. Then he looked down, seeing how one of his shoes was sunken slightly into the delicate, glowing grass. He gave a sheepish smile, quickly removing his foot and placing it back on the hardwood, rubbing his neck with a nervous chuckle. Although he knew there was a human soul beneath the dragon you were currently transformed into, he also knew that you could probably reach him in a faster time than he could scream. So, he wanted to try and keep you happy, especially if it meant you would keep talking to him, even if in a condescending tone. And especially since he didn't know your current feelings towards him.

"Sorry, I-"

"Save it. I don't want to hear your excuses, Lucifer. Don't you think you've given enough of those already these past hundred years?"

He looked up at you, eyes shining with a little bit of hurt. That might be the first time you had ever used his full name since he first met you. He was so used to you calling him Luci.

Lucifer just...didn't sound right. Not coming from you.

"I-"

"Then, you come in here and trample my grass; the same grass of my homeland; the grass my ancestors before me walked on!"

"I-its just grass, darling-"

Your head snapped in his direction quite violently due to the nickname and his response. Your body stood up on its own accord and began slowly stalking over to him.

"Just...grass? Just GRASS?! I was born on said grass-"

You continued walking towards him, pupils back to those dangerous slits that signaled your current emotional state; upset and angry. You kept rambling to him about the grass and its importance to your true home. You got so close to him to the point that he had to start taking steps backward, until there was no room left to do so. He was at the door to your room, back pressed roughly to it as your dragon form prowled closer to him, flat snout right in-front of his face; he could practically feel the hot air being emitted from your nostrils. By this time, you were nearing the end of your rant.

"and at the end of the day-" You let out a hiss, baring your teeth. "...it really is just grass."

Your face relaxed almost immediately. Your wrinkled snout became smooth again, the luminescent glows from the vines on the door making it sparkle lightly. Your bared teeth dropped their snarl, turning your dragon lips into a sly smirk. You turned tail and lazily sauntered back to the grassy expanse of glowing vegetation. Doing a few circles in one spot you then decided to lay down on your side, eyes never leaving his. Almost as if you were taunting him to draw nearer.

"I- oh. Wait, what? W-What-"

Lucifer sighed and awkwardly leaned on his cane, rubbing his temples. He knew you to be intimidating back then but holy shit, now? Now thinking about it, he never really had experienced your fury head on before. He hoped he never had to.

Seemingly sensing his hesitation, you sighed.

"Oh for fucks sake, Lucifer. I was kidding. You of all people should know how dramatic I like to be."

Seeing as he still didn't move a muscle, as if wanting to respect your personal space and not get any closer if you really didn't want him to, your cylinder-shaped ears flattened against your head, an almost worried look overtaking your features.

As if he didn't believe you were real.

"Am I really that scary?"

As soon as that question left your lips, he was by your side. Having teleported, it made you jump a little when he so suddenly appeared by your side on the grass, sitting cross-legged.

You let your muscles relax once again, letting out a silent breath. You offered him a toothy, cute dragon smile. He gave you his big, signature grin right back.

"No, no, no. You're one of the most beautiful dragons I have ever seen! Absolutely no one can compare to your beauty, light one!"

With the way he spoke, as if he was presenting a speech, it made you let out a huff and a snort, which was also the dragon equivalent of a laugh in most cases. It also made your heart thump rapidly in your chest, hearing him use the nickname he often used for you back when you both resided above the clouds together.

Light one.

You figured it was only fair to change back into your human body, since it had been so long since you had seen one another in person, that he deserved to talk with you face-to-face and not to the face of a dragon, no matter how much he claimed you were beautiful both ways.

In a span of seconds, there was no longer a large dragon sitting beside Lucifer in the grass, but rather another individual, just as himself. Your legs were crossed just as his were, mimicking his body language. The two of you sat in silence for a long while, although throughout it all you could feel his eyes on you. With how quick he was to reassure you of your beauty, you knew he must be dying to ask you a bunch of questions; catch up on all that you had missed of one another's life since his falling and sparse letters in between.

You sighed and folded your hands in your lap, looking at your soft, glitter-dusted skin. It was hard to think of things to say when you really need not say anything at all. The silence, for you at least, said all that words could not and so much more beyond that limitation.

"Look, Luci, I-"

A sudden force knocked you onto your side, arms wrapping around you in the span of a second, squeezing you tightly. You yelped in surprise, although it was quite obvious the only person it could be.

"Oh my goodness, it really is you!" Lucifer exclaimed happily, eyes shut tight as he buried his face into your neck as your hug proceeded. "I knew it! Oh, I knew it as soon as you transformed back in the lobby- when you called me Luci just now. Oh my gosh, it really is you!"

He sounded exactly like a little kid might on Christmas, just getting their first train set, with many more to come after that within the following years. Alongside that excitement usually followed laughter, and oh was that universal sound flowing in the room at this moment.

You were both hugging and laughing to your hearts content after you had gotten over the initial shock of him bowling you over. For a little man, he surely had strength, that was for certain. Yet you knew best that he was not to be underestimated.

"Shit- yes, yes, it's me, I promise! I know the looks a bit new, but its me!" You said, trying to speak coherently through his own rambling and excitement of having finally found his friend after so long. The person who had been by his side through all his rights and wrongs whilst in Heaven. His wingwoman. His ride or die.

The person whom he had loved since first glance, but was too much of a coward to ever admit it. He always knew you deserved better.

"I-I'm sorry, I just...I can't believe you're really here! After...after all this time. Oh, Y/N...how I've missed you..."

Lucifers voice had dropped to a whisper at this point. You had to strain your ears to hear him, but made sure you did. You always heard him, whether he thought so or not.

"I've missed you too, Luci...really. I'm so sorry we got separated. I should've fought harder for your safety, I should've tried harder to convince the council, I-"

A finger found its way to your lips, shushing you with one, quick motion.

"Stop. Just...stop." Lucifer said, brows furrowed, a sad look overtaking his features as he sighed, eyes closed. "It was my fault for even convincing you to help me in the first place. I should've just kept you out of it."

He sniffled softly, turning his body away from yours a bit, not wanting you to see how emotional he was getting. He could still remember the way you cried his name as you got a front-row seat to watching him fall, courtesy of Adam.

Adam. That son of a bitch. He could only imagine the cruel and unusual punishments the sadistic man had thrown at you in return for helping the Devil himself (although he hadn't had that role back then just yet).

"What have they done to you...you know, since I left? They knew we had a good connection. I can only imagine the things they did to you as a result of helping me. I know you said they refuse to kill you or cast you out..." He muttered, now having his knees up to his chest, his chin resting on top of them.

You frowned, mainly in pity for him, watching him seem to curl up into himself like this. You had been thinking about all the ways the separation had been hurting you all these years, but now you had come to realize that you hadn't done much thinking about how it was affecting Lucifer. You figured that, since his fall, he had been doing just dandy down in Hell with his wife, Lilith. God, you hated that woman, or at least you had when they had decided to cast Lilith down into Hell with Lucifer instead of you. Many nights you had cried yourself to sleep, wishing so desperately that you could be down in this wasteland with him, comforting him about the recent events. You knew Lilith most likely wasn't doing it, and even if she was, you knew you could do better. He was your truest friend. You knew him both inside and out. Better than anyone.

"Its not of importance what they did and still do to me, Luci-"

"Yes it is! It's very important!" He burst out, making you raise an eyebrow. "It was supposed to be my job to protect you from any harm that came our way, remember? Remember what I said? I-I promised to always protect you from danger, to keep you safe, and I couldn't even do that without messing up!"

He threw his hands up, exasperated, using a gloved hand to cover his eyes and rub them. You gave him a soft, sad smile, one you were not sure if he saw, but knew he could sense. He was being way too hard on himself, you knew.

You had made the choice to help him, and wouldn't change a thing about that decision.

"Lucifer..." You spoke lightly, as if speaking to a scared animal. In a way, you were. "None of what happened to me is your fault. None of what is still happening to me is your fault. If someone has to take the fault, it should be me. I knew what I was potentially getting myself into when I agreed to help you. Those possible consequences never mattered to me."

You had to look away from him for a split second, some tears falling from your eyes as you blinked, then onto the lush grass beneath both your bodies. A deep breath inflated your chest before you allowed yourself to continue talking.

"All that ever mattered to me..." You began again, voice shaky as you maintained your composure, "...was the fact that I was getting to help my closest friend. The first person in Heaven who welcomed me, took me in with open wings. The first person to ever hug me. The first person to show me how unique and special I was, as well as my abilities and hybrid form. The first person who...didn't look at me like I was some sort of monster, due to the fact that I could transform into a dragon."

This seemed to shock him, for he raised his head to stare at you once again, cheeks lightly tear stained.

"People thought you a monster?" He asked, eyes wide and confused. "Why? H-How-"

You shrugged and picked at the grass beneath you with a finger.

"People tend to be scared of the things they don't understand, Luci. Things they've never seen before, such as a hybrid like myself. Even angels get scared sometimes, believe it or not."

Lucifer was at a loss for words. The angels had seen you as a monster when you first appeared at their gates? Someone as beautiful, majestic, and powerful as you? He truly couldn't believe that. He made a silent promise to himself in that very moment to give Adam a little extra punch for treating you like that upon your first visit to Heaven. You had never told him, either. Or, at least you hadn't had the time to before he fell.

"Apparently." Lucifer grumbled, whilst rolling his eyes. "Damn idiots never know what the hell they're talking about..."

At this, you raised both your eyebrows, and couldn't help the small giggle that left your lips at his protective nature. After all of this time not seeing one another, he was still as protective over you as the first day you met. It was refreshing to see that some things really never did change when it came to the King of Hell. Since the day he became so.

He perked up as you began to giggle, a shot of red flashing across his features from embarrassment. Then, despite himself, he too began to chuckle.

The steady rhythm of his heart made itself well known in his ears as the two of you continued to laugh together, just like old times in the clouds.

Although when you were together it felt like no time had passed at all, you both were aware that that was far from the truth.

You had some catching up to do.

The hellish sun beat down on the Hazbin Hotel. All the other residents, including Charlie, were outside helping to rebuild and design a new look for the previously destroyed hotel.

You and Lucifer had finally come out from your room after chatting it up for what had to have been over an hour. It was nice, now knowing the truth behind some of the things that had happened to him, and you were sure he felt the same about the things pertaining to you. He had promised you he would deliver quite the ruthless punch to Adam's groin when he saw him next, due to the things he had put you through after his falling. This had made you roll your eyes, but the idea wasn't dismissed. You'd allow it. Maybe even a couple times. Especially if it meant you got to see Lucifer happy.

Now, both of you were currently outside with everyone else, helping to rebuild the structure of his daughters hotel. You were in the form of your Lightfury, whilst Lucifer was standing proudly on your back as you flew laps around the perimeter of the hotel, giving him range to shoot blasts of magic, where building parts would then materialize before ones eyes.

You craned your neck around to look at the little man on your back, who was already looking down at you, smiling like the dork you knew him to be. This was almost like the perfect moment, especially after the deep conversation you both had back in the hotel room-

"DAD! No riding my residents, please! I'm glad you're making friends though! Proud of you! I just don't think we have the insurance to cover an injury yet!"

Charlie's voice cut through the atmosphere like a knife, causing both of you to startle and look down at her. She had a finger pointed up at you both, an adoring smile on her face; following it were the rest of the residents eyes. You both were now the spotlight of attention.

Your smooth-skinned dragon face had a bit of a red tint to it now because of the princess's words, and you didn't even have to look at Lucifer to be able to say that he looked the same. His daughter didn't even know how deep the history went between you both; she didn't even know you two knew one another prior to this. Nor did she really need to know. It could be you and Lucifers little secret. Something just for the two of you.

You snorted at her words, managing to screw your face into an extremely unamused expression quick enough to hide the blush, making sure to keep flapping your wings so you wouldn't falter in your hovering.

"Dear, you may just find yourself jealous because I have a dragon and you lack one! You see this beauty? Extraordinary! Such a great species too, infact-"

You managed to look even more annoyed than you felt, as Lucifer continued to take it upon himself to deliver a little speech on your back whilst you were just hovering there, explaining his good fortune to have found a friend in you once again and now being able to get free rides. But, no one seemed to tell him that you were the one steering this ship.

In the span of a millisecond, you had tipped your body to the side, sending him sliding off your back and plummeting towards the ground, following with him yelping in both surprise and momentary fear. You snorted in amusement and instantly tucked your wings and went into a dive, following right after him.

The wind whistled past your sensitive ears as you were now falling right beside him. You looked at him with your wide, cat-like eyes, a curious coo escaping your throat as he just smirked at you, putting his hands behind his head as you both fell through the air, as if in some sort of movie. You then narrowed your sharp eyes and struck him playfully in the chest with a paw, sending him spinning off balance and crashing into some nearby bushes.

Quick to steady yourself, you quickly turned around midair and swooped just low enough to snag Charlie from off the ground, holding her in your arms, before letting her climb onto your back and sitting comfortably. Her smile was wide and cheerful, making you laugh as you shot back up into the air.

"Woo-hoo!" Charlie hollered, holding onto your neck by wrapping both her arms around its thick expanse as you warbled in response, showing off your toothy dragon grin as you flapped your wings vigorously, taking both you and the daughter of Hell off into the surrounding city.

Lucifer sat up in the mas of bushes, spitting out some leaves and rubbing the side of his head. He could've used his wings to slow his fall but he figured if it made you smile, he would get a little banged up. He still had that same grin plastered to his face.

He couldn't even be annoyed as he picked off thorns from his suit and top hat, watching with a soft sparkle in his eyes as his two favorite girls flew away together into the sunset.

Upon Charlie finding and helping you on extermination day, which had been only yesterday, you had now become an official resident of the Hotel. You kept telling yourself it was temporary until you were able to go back up to Heaven, but the more time you spent under the clouds and the feet of those still alive and walking, the more you came to realize that this place felt more like a home than the one you came from originally.

Lucifer had promised to wait for you in Hell after he fell, even for all eternity if that's how long it took for your pure soul to deserve damnation.

In return, you had promised never to truly leave him. To never abandon. To never relinquish your connection. And you would hold that promise, through and through.

It was your vow.

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Reblogs greatly encouraged!

What's this? A little calendar teaser and update for everyone??

You betcha! We're getting close, so here are the facts so far:

Calendars will likely be up for pre-order in June/July.

Since they are for 24 months, they will likely be $20-$30 USD.

The charity we'll be donating to this year is A New Way of Life Reentry Project, who provide housing, case management, pro bono legal services, advocacy, and leadership development for people rebuilding their lives after incarceration.

I'm hoping to do a run of 500 calendars!

I'm basing that number off the previous poll I did about the mullet!Stan calendar, so I'm hoping there will actually be that many folks purchasing it. But that's where you come in. YES YOU! In order to make this calendar a success (and to ensure I don't end up with 300 of them taking up space in my house), I need all of you to be sure you reblog this post, share links on other social media sites, and generally do whatever you can to spread the word.

I have faith we can make this happen!

Preview pics by: @dragon-tidbits @gruvu @devisopod

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zhongrin · 10 months

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| ◆ ch. vago mundo ⑊ zhongli

--⟢ ii. little dragon, big dragon | teyvat continues to change, and nobody can stop it. but morax hopes that some things stay unchanged.

𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

◇ tags ◇ fluff, rex lapis in the olden days is a (lovable) menace

◇ a/n ◇ everyone shush and hear me out!!!!!!! smol dragon!zhongli draped around your neck and purring like a cat. that's it that's the post.

"is that…"

"that improper animal… this new generation of disciples are just too full of themselves."

"the divine one is just far too lenient… i fear the young ones will continuously abuse their kindness."

rex lapis squints his eyes towards the whispers of the less fortunate souls, inwardly scoffing at the open jealousy in their words. it's your gentle touch that pulls him out of his musings, and he lightly cranes his eyes up to stare at your visage.

"this is quite a commendable feat, rex. to have such precise control over your physique… keep this up and you might even become an archon one day," you chuckle, fingers lightly tracing the small horns on the sides of his compact-sized dragon form.

he's unable to stop the instinctive purrs which are reverberating from the back of his throat, amber eyes closing in bliss as you let him curl even closer around your neck, though he takes extra care so his scales won't hurt you in the process.

"you know, a friend of yours came to find me the other day. guizhong, i think was her name? she told me about your… excursions."

the low purring immediately stops, and you hold back a laugh when you feel the little dragon shift uneasily around you.

"were those glaze lilies you gave me the other day from guizhong's little garden after all, hmm?"

".... maybe."

"oh, rex… you know how much she adores them."

"but you said you liked them the last time she showed you…"

"i do, but that doesn't mean you can filch them off guizhong's garden."

"but- she stole my treasures to give you those earrings last time, so now we're even!"

you had to laugh at that. the petty little squabbles from the younger acolytes are always one of your constant sources of entertainment, and this one is no different. you find the dynamics of this particular group amusing, and you can't deny that you might be a little biased when it comes to them. especially to the little dragon. he's witty and a little cheeky, just like all the hatchlings, but something tells you that he'll grow into an individual to be feared if he gains enough wisdom over the few hundred - or thousand, years.

you can only hope you'll be there to witness it when the time comes.

"i suppose, little wyrmling."

rex huffs, tail flopping back to your shoulder, snuggling closer around your neck.

"you didn't have to do all that, you know. i think they deserve to be angry."

morax shakes his head stubbornly as he closes the door of your bedroom behind the two of you. his hand lands on the small of your back and he leads you further into the room.

"while i have seen you making many mistakes throughout the olden times, i know you will always strive to do what you can to make up for it. i would never wish for dominion, but as long as i walk upon teyvat, there shall be no being who gets away with besmirching your name. and especially not in the nation i've cultivated to honor your very being."

you sigh at his tenacity and turn to face him instead, resting your hands on his chest and giving him your best patient smile. the hard lines on his expression smooth out, and you can feel him relax under your touch. soon enough his own hands fall back onto your waist, this time softly palming the sides of your hips, like a kitten making biscuits.

"though i'm honored, i think it's rather petty of you to go to such lengths when all they did was gossip… people have been working hard to rebuild the houses, right? an earthquake is just going to render their efforts useless…"

"ahem…. i'll admit that it wasn't my intention to react in such an… overly dramatic manner. it is my mistake. i realize now that i should have controlled myself better."

"oh, morax… this childish side of yours truly amuses me sometimes," you giggle when you sighted the reddened tips of his ears and the way he's lightly chewing his bottom lip in guilt.

sometimes you still can't believe that the rex lapis himself could be so… adorable.

"okay, enough of that! creator worship time is over! i want my dearest zhongli now, please?"

he perks up at your wish and you step back to watch him shift into his mortal form. it takes him a short few seconds, but it always fascinates you, the way he manages to do it so elegantly and the magical way his body transforms into a familiar appearance.

slender fingers absent of talons reach out towards you, and you meet him halfway, fingers interlacing as you nuzzle into his chest with a satisfied hum. zhongli's deep chuckle caresses your ears and he maneuvers the both of you towards the nearby armchair. but before he can sit down and pull you on top of him, an idea hits you and you pull away slightly to tug on his clothes.

"can i play with your hair?"

"it would be my pleasure, dear."

with a pleased grin, you grab the various cushions and blankets from the couches nearby, making a small nest-like surface on the floor instead. zhongli sits cross-legged on it as soon as you plop onto the higher chair right behind the small area you've made for him, and your fingers automatically tug off the hairpin that holds his hair down his back. you unconsciously hum a tune of ancient lullabies as you continue on to play with his long strands of brown-gold hair, and the god of contracts lets himself melt onto your hold with a contented sigh.

thousands of years may have passed, and you might have lost the memories of your olden days with him forever.

yet, as you continue to spoil him with your sweet words and comforting presence, he realizes that your love for teyvat, for him, no matter which forms and the identity he takes, has stayed true and strong even without those memories.

and zhongli realizes that it's all he could ever ask for.

#astronetwrk #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #rin writes #zhongli #zhongli x reader #universe abound

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undertheorangetree · 5 months

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The Last of the Dragons

Chapter Four- Cooperation

Summary- Cregan Stark has a proposition and Aemond struggles with the lord’s arrival.

Warnings- MDNI 18+ NSFW. Female reader. Incest. Grief. Talks of treason. Angst cuz I literally can’t stop. Semi public sex. Also private sex. There's a lot of sex. Mild breeding kink. Praise kink. Jizz?? Dry humping. Discussion of dead babies and children. And Alys cuz apparently she needs her own warning now. Cockwarming.

Author’s Note- sorry this took longer than usual it’s end of semester and I am a shell of my former self lmao. Anyway this is once again debatably too long (10.2k) and the full chapter is linked below as usual :)

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It takes a few more days than she had hoped before she is able to speak with Cregan Stark. It seems as though the council had been saving the true work for after the coronation and now they refuse to allow a day to pass without attempting to fix one issue or another. She learns very quickly that even with a council to do the heavy lifting, Aegon had done next to nothing in his six months on the throne, the realm still in shambles from the civil war that has destroyed it.

The Riverlands burnt and all but decimated due to Aemond and Vhagar. The Ironborn raiding every village, port, and town they can reach despite more than one letter arriving in Pyke demanding an end to it. All the great houses still at odds over their differing allegiances. Cregan Stark still thirsty for blood in order to avenge her mother and fulfill his promise to his men. King’s Landing only repaired with half measures after the revolt in the city and less than a quarter of the repairs underway. The list seemed never ending and by the end of each day, she finds a headache sitting heavy behind her eyes, so deep she can’t even attempt to massage the pain away.

To his credit, Aemond takes it upon himself to begin rebuilding the Riverlands himself, taking the initiative to lead the restoration. She has Corlys send word to Alyn Velaryon and command him to sail to Pyke with some of Velaryon fleet with the hopes that conversation and some bribing will be enough to stop Dalton Greyjoy from his raids. Lord Tyland informs them of just how much of the crown’s coffers he had spirited away and begins rationing what can be spared to begin repairing the city. Lord Larys assures them that the hunt for Aegon’s murderer is still well underway, though he has little to show for it.

It is Cregan Stark that is left to her. Handsome, bloodthirsty Cregan Stark. Where he had cast a glare upon almost everyone when he had arrived for the coronation, he had smiled at her, had been friendly and chivalrous. Though Aemond had vehemently disagreed, the council had all but unanimously decided that she was to charm him and turn him toward peace or, barring that, some acceptance of who was now ruling. She does not mind the task, already having planned to speak to the man and not prepared to be usurped less than sennight on the throne, so she agrees and leaves the council chamber with Aemond staring daggers into her back.

She is even more glad for the task as she sits on a bench in the gardens, eyes closed and face tilted up toward the sun as she waits for Lord Stark’s arrival. It feels as though it has been an age since she had the chance to simply be and in this moment, the sun warm and the air sweet with the smell of flowers, she feels completely and totally at peace. It is a strange feeling to have when worry and panic have been all she seemed capable of feeling as of late, but she will take it as it comes. She would rather feel this than the latter and she plans to enjoy it for as long as she is able.

A throat clears and she opens her eyes to see Cregan Stark standing before her, a servant at his side. The girl bows her head to them both before scurrying off as quick as she came and she stands from the bench with a smile.

“Lord Stark. I apologize for the delay in finally being able to speak to one another. My council seems content to work me like an ox now that everything has become more official but I insisted they release me so that I may fulfill my promise to you.”

He smiles as he offers her his arm. “I am honoured you were able to find the time at all, your grace. I know the early days in a new role can be exhausting.”

She mimics his smile gratefully as she takes his arm, allowing him to begin leading her through the gardens. They have not received the attention they deserved as of late- the shrubbery and bushes beginning to grow a bit wild, the flowers untrimmed- but she finds she likes it this way. Being so far into spring, everything is in bloom and beautiful even if they have not been well tended to, the green brilliant and dotted with red, yellow, purple, and white. She allows the silence to fall between them for a moment as she admires it all, feeling as though it has been too long since she has been allowed to enjoy something so simplistically pretty. Whenever she is given a gown or a piece of jewelry, she cannot help but feel as though it is a piece in this great game she never asked to play. The flowers, though, nature, they do not suffer the same fate.

Eventually, she knows she cannot allow for the silence to reign much longer and turns her head to look at the young lord. “My brother told me much about you in his letters. I feel as though you and I are already acquainted.”

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do you have any thoughts on zelda not staying as a dragon? me personally I like it and am very cool with it mostly because I think zelda should get to be happy forever (and because I'm smart enough to know she changed back because of recall and not some ambiguous power of love lmao) but a lot of people seem to dislike that it made the draconification inconsequential?

i think there's like. some valid concerns surrounding inconsequentiality/"curing" the physical problems characters have as a way of giving them a "happy ending" but I think those concerns don't necessarily apply to totk in the way people seem to be applying them, especially irt zelda's draconification and link's arm.

most of the time when the criticism of this "magic cure" trope is applied to media, it's because the trope is used as a cure-all to erase a character's suffering or trauma and make them "normal" again, and often ignores the character development or themes of the story in favor of giving the character a happy ending. I don't think that applies to totk, though, because the "curing" link and zelda experience is both within the realm of possibility given the worldbuilding present in the game (recall could easily have done it, as you mentioned) AND thematically consistent with the rest of the game. One of if not the most important central themes of totk is the idea of failure and second chances. we see a hyrule that has been given a second chance after link's initial failure with the calamity brought it to the brink of destruction. we see characters who were deeply unhappy and entrenched in the shame of their precalamity mistakes like purah and zelda become active, beloved members of their communities. we see the people of lurelin village take back and rebuild their destroyed home. we watch this kingdom and its people make an unprecedented comeback after a century of struggle and ruin.

Similarly, totk's gameplay is LINK's second chance, his comeback from the initial mistake of losing zelda, of specifically being unable to reach her with his injured hand when they fell. The consequences of that--the master sword's corruption, the loss of his arm, and zelda's draconification, are all supposed to SEEM irreversible, because that's how LINK initially sees them. he believes that he doomed both himself and zelda all because of that SINGLE moment in which he wasn't enough, a viewpoint which is obviously left over from the pressure he experienced to perform to an impossible standard of perfection pre-calamity. The story of totk is about deconstructing that belief and proving it wrong. the mistake he made caused harm, but it's never too late to repair things. he can fix the regional phenomena ganondorf causes and rebuild those communities. he can revitalize the master sword. he can GET ZELDA BACK, with his own arm, uninjured and able to reach her this time. no matter how impossible those things may initially seem, no matter the perceived finality of his mistakes and their consequences, there is always hope. there is always a second chance. no one person's single mistake can doom an entire kingdom for eternity. the fate of hyrule was NEVER resting on link's shoulders alone. he was never their final hope. there was always going to be an after. the whole POINT of the draconification and the loss of link's arm is that they AREN'T final. they ARE inconsequential, because they were born of one mistake and ONE MISTAKE IS NOT THE END ALL.

#like. think about the message the game sends if zelda stays a dragon. we are saying that link CAN'T come back from this mistake.#that one single split-second moment in which he made the wrong move because he had no way of knowing what to do #means that the one person who understands and supports him above all else. the one person who shares his experience and his trauma #the woman he LOVES. is gone forever with no hope of return ever and it's 100% his fault.#that's not true to the themes of botw OR totk. these games are about growth and healing and second chances.#this game was link learning that he gets a second chance. that no move he makes is the final be-all-end-all fuckup.#it removes the pressure and that's the POINT. for a character like link whose life has been DEFINED by pressure #who was taught from a horrifically young age that any wrong move on his part would KILL EVERYONE HE KNEW AND LOVED #this is such an important lesson to learn. removing that pressure/showing him that it was never actually real in the first place #is a crucial step towards healing for him.#asks #zelda analysis #totk spoilers #like i like the idea of lasting consequences dont get me wrong. <draconic features zelda enjoyer #but like. making link keep the fucking rauru arm rubs me the wrong way. the whole point is that he caught her with his own hand in the end #ugh. anyway. you get the idea

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I think it's insane that after the final Agni Kai, Zuko was able to tank a hyper-powered lightning bolt (I mean, tank in the way he was still moving after getting hit, even if it was just groans of pain and slight twitching). He just got healed by Katara for about 5 seconds and was A-OK afterward.

When Aang got struck by lightning, he was in a coma for like what? Almost a month? And you're telling me Zuko gets struck by lightning, and 5 minutes later, is walking around like it never happened? Sorry, I can't believe that.

But Sno, you say, Aang was in his most fragile state. Of course, he was in a month long coma after he basically died. Okay, and I think that Zuko being hit by a lightning bolt 100x more powerful than the one Aang got hit by would also put Zuko in a coma; especially because Katara doesn't have the spirit water to bring him back to life. Unlike Aang, Zuko only gets regular water, not magic water, to heal him.

"But, but Zuko redirected it," you say. Uh no, Zuko wasn't grounded, so that shit still hit him like a damn truck. He redirected some of it, but not all of it. I would probably say that it burnt him from the inside out. It's a miracle that in LOK, that man is still kicking it and being a badass in his early 90s. He should have serious heart issues, if not have died in his 70s at the absolute latest. The man should not be kicking ass in the poles. He should be on bed rest.

In conclusion, Zuko should have been in a coma for like at least a year (realistically he should be dead, but this is a kids show where the main characters aren't allowed to die, so I'll let it slide) and I will stand by that.

If you wanna read how the creators could have worked with comatose Zuko, read under the cut. If not, then I hope you enjoyed my little rant. This post got longer than I thought.

Here's how the creators could have dealt with comatose Zuko and the potential storylines our other favorites could have had at the end of book 3 and a majority of the potential and nonexistent book 4:

Aang is having to deal with the consequences of Ozai being left alive, as I'm sure the Earth Kingdom and the Water Tribes would not like that fact. As well as their newest Fire Lord currently being in a comatose state. They barely trusted Zuko. Are you telling me they're gonna trust The Dragon of the West? (More on this at the end) And maybe Aang would actually get some character development, unlike in season 3.

I don't think Sokka, Suki, and Toph would have storylines that center Zuko all that much, but they would also definitely be mourning the semi-loss of Zuko along with whatever storyline they get. Maybe Sokka and Suki can have conflict in their relationship now that the war is over and they might physically have to go their own ways. Toph can probably wonder where she can go from here. Will she try and reconcile with her parents again? Will she travel with Aang once Zuko wakes up? Will she stay in the Fire Nation and help Zuko sniff out traitors with her seismic sense? Needless to say, the 3 of them have endless opportunities.

Katara is now dealing with the guilt of not only having put Zuko in that position in the first place, but also not being able to fully heal him (even though he would have done that for anyone, not just her). And if you're a Zutara shipper, like myself, even realizing potential feelings and the conflict that comes with that. Or if we still wanna go through with the canon ending of Kataang, have her navigate her feelings about Aang properly and not whatever that original canon ending was. And if we wanna go the "Katara doesn't need a man" route (my personal favorite despite my shipping tendencies), she could try and navigate where she goes from here, like Toph. Obviously, she'll go back to the Southern Water Tribe and help out there, but what comes after they've recovered? She's not the type to stand by and settle when there are other people who need her help. Will she go to the Earth Kingdom and help rebuild there? Go to the Fire Nation and help out there? Become an ambassador of the Southern Water Tribe to help better relations with the other nations? (My personal favorite) The possibilities are endless for her.

But you know who would be affected the most? Iroh. Not only did he (kinda) lose his nephew, who was his second son, but he now has to deal with the diplomatic repercussions of his past as a general of the Fire Nation. Like I said before, the Earth Kingdom and the Water Tribes barely trusted Zuko; no way in hell are they gonna trust the man that laid seige to Ba Sing Se for nearly 2 whole years, regardless if he's the reason the city was freed from Fire Nation control. The pressure Iroh would feel from advisors regarding the fact that his only heir is comatose would increasingly get worse as the months go by. We know that Zuko will wake up, but Iroh and the rest of the cast don't. Iroh is dealing with the fracturing Fire Nation and pressure from the Earth Kingdom and the Water Tribes, all while his son is in a coma. He could see what he was going to have Zuko face by himself with no support around him. What would he do with Ozai? Would be a major question throughout the season.

Of course, in the end, Zuko wakes up because we want a happy ending for them all. But the turmoil we could have gotten in the end would have been *chefs kiss*

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scenicphoenix · 10 months

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Totk roleswap because of course I am doing that

(might add on to this when I completely finish the game. I have only mentioned stuff i am absolutely certain about currently)

Link and Zelda finding Ganondorf is different, instead of Rarus hand imprisoning him, its fragments of Sonia and her Time magic. Raru was killed instead of Sonia, his Stone stolen by Ganondorf. Sonia using her stone and time magic to seal herself and Ganondorf in a bubble of frozen time.

Link gets sent to the past instead of Zelda, he was the one to end up falling instead. The Sonias Zonai stone ending up on his person during the chaos of the fall. Zelda while trying to catch Link and ends up grabbing the master sword instead, this is the moment Link teleports to the past and Zelda to the Sky islands

Links arm was still infected with gloom and needed to be amputated when he arrived in the past. The Zonai stone he arrived with helped keep the gloom at bay. Raru takes him under his wing due to his remarkable abilities in serving the light, and to help with the gloom infecting him. Sonia is impressed by his abilities in time magic as well, his flurry rush has a unique use of time magic.

Link doesn't immediately connect the dots of Ganondorf being the corpse that attacked him and Zelda. He does know he absolutely doesn't trust him. Ganondorf doesn't like Link either, mutual hatred for the other.

Before officially meeting Ganondorf, where he tries to brute force his way into taking over Hyrule, the battle goes differently. Instead of a beam of pure magic that nukes the Moldugas, due to not having Zelda around, with Links Zonai stone combined with a boost from Raru and Sonai. Link is able to destroy the Moldugas one by one at a fast pace, a super powered version of his flurry rush. This battle was much more close and Link was a last resort that Sonia suggested last second as a desperate measure. Her hope of powering up his flurry rush worked, she just wished she didn't have to put him in such harms way, however.

Raru is dead, the sages have fallen, Ganondorf is sealed away thanks to Sonia but that's only temporary. Link is at the temple of time, a tale as old as time, he's hoping for an answer, he gets one. Through the sands of time he and Zelda unknowingly briefly connect, Zelda sending not only the master sword but a large portion of her powers of light to him. He briefly remembers that the master sword can heal any damage done to it over time if the holy power is strong enough. He remembers what he was told about Zonai stones and the sacred dragons.

Link turns into a sacred dragon so he can heal the master sword and arrive in the future. Although he isn't a dragon of light like Zelda would have been. He's the dragon of time. A large green dragon that can be seen entering and exiting portals from different eras of time ever since his ascension into the dragon of time. Is the one you're approaching the correct version of him? Will it be the one where the sword is healed or still healing? His golden mane seems to be made of sand. His tears leave behind Sundilions instead of silent princesses. He has one less legs than the other dragons. Zelda feels safer around this dragon and he wonders why. She figures out why when he finds all the dragons tears.

Zelda wakes up at the sky islands, and is led by Sonia. Much like how Link was led by Raru. With Zelda being the mortal goddess and not infected by gloom, he is not restricted by the door of the temple of time like link would have been. Giving the sword and a portion of her powers to link through a hole in time. Now being weaker due to him sacrificing most of his powers to heal the master sword, Sonia guides her to shrines on the islands to help rebuild her strength.

Due to Zelda being distantly related to Sonia and his status as mortal goddess even if she has been weakened, she is able to open the shrines and use anything with the Zonai symbols on them. His reason for going to shrines is to strengthen her powers over light again after giving most of it to Link through time for the purpose of healing the master sword.

I don't think Zelda would fight with a sword or similar weapons. I think he would like bows and magic based weapons and attacks. Distance is her friend, although I doubt you want to be hit full force at close range by his powers even when she's weakened. He's a force to be reckoned with. He's the descendant of a goddess for Pete's sake.

Zelda would love exploring the skies and the depths.

The dragons of times portal ls only work for him. Although you can look through them and see the different eras he's traveling from or to. There are three noticeably different dragons of time, all based on how much the master sword has healed. The first one where he's basically just turned into a dragon and the sword is still heavily damaged. The second one where he's right in the middle of the past and present, the master sword is noticeably still damaged but on its way to being healed. And the third one where it's the most recent version of himself, the master sword is completely healed. But all three can travel through time, and you won't know which version of him it is until you check the master sword. If you try and pull one of the still damaged swords you will be flung into the nearby skies. A good way to get to higher sky islands.

I wouldn't be surprised if Zelda disquises herself, feeling like he can't completely be there for her kingdom without Link. Plus i think Ganon and the Yiga would be more aggressive at hunting him down. Zelda's also never got to try out fully being a him before being a princess and all. Sheik time. I like gender fluid Zelda. Why not both gender? Also Sheik gets to be included, everybody loves Sheik

Some things I haven't added because I would need time to figure it out and write it down. Like Links growing relationships with Raru and Sonai, Mineru, how the final battle goes before and when Sonai seals Ganon, ect. The more dialog heavy story bits mostly.

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thegreengnome · 10 months

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Hey you! I saw you are taking on requests and I had this idea of Aemond x reader after the war ended, the greens won and they are trying to rebuild their relationship post-Alys (basically reader found about her and since then she was just brokenhearted, bitter and hating on him). Maybe they also lost something during the conflict, like the reader losing a pregnancy due to the news of Alys or such. She is very cold to him and he tries to make things better and rebuild what he destroyed. Please please feel free to exclude anything you don't feel comfortable writing or play with this idea however you want, modify etc. Thank you so much if you write it and I hope we see more of your talent soon because I loveeeddd your pieces (especially the Alicent one, holy mollyy) :X:X

I hope you like it!

The war was finally over and it had been for several weeks, yet Y/N Targaryen still often caught herself looking over her shoulder- for what? She did not know but Y/N knew from experience that danger lurked around the red keep at every corner and could strike at her at any moment. Y/N would not let that happen again.

To some she may seem paranoid but Y/N felt safer within herself after accomplishing her nightly rituals. These consisted of checking over her shoulder as she walked around the red keep, once inside her chamber’s Y/N would push a large chair over to the door, pushing it up against the handle, and she would make sure that she slept on the side of the bed closer to the secret alleyway, just in case she needed to escape.

Once safely in her chambers with the chair blocking the door, Y/N felt like she could finally breath. Removing her jewellery, she places them down on her dressing table. Y/N no longer felt safe around the staff and would dress and undress herself due to this. She no longer trusted them, not after Alys.

A knock startled the lady, the ring clutched in her dainty hand dropping to her vanity with a clunk.

“Who-who is it?” Y/N timidly asked. Before the war timid was not a word often used to describe the fiery women.

“It is Aemond my love”

Y/N barley kept her scoff in ‘my love’ what a jest.

“What is it that you need, my prince?”

The formality stung him as he attempts to push the door open but finds it blocked “May I come in?”

“No”

The pushing stopped momentarily before starting back up again. “Please, my love. I only wish to see you”

Ignoring her husband Y/N continues to remove her jewellery, all but one ring. A simple band of gold. A name transcribed inside – a name she would never forget. Badric.

Finally gaining traction Aemond pushes the offending furniture out of his way. Y/N does not relent in her effort to ignore the man. Steadfast in her decision to freeze the man out.

Aemond takes note of the wooden toys still in the corner of the chambers. He had them commissioned once the news of Y/N’s pregnancy had been confirmed. The chair that he had pushed away had a small child’s blanket thrown over it. The one his sweet sister had cross stitched with dragons.

The room seemed to have stopped in time. It made his heart hurt.

His wife. His wonderful wife stood before him. A shadow of her former self. Her face gaunt and hollow her hair thinning. This woman was not his love.

What had he done.

“My love. It is only midday, and I know you have not eaten yet”

Midday? That could not be right. Y/N knows it can not be. She was getting ready for bed; it must be nighttime.

The debate in her mind distracted her enough so that Aemond could approach.

The squeak she let out startled them both. Turning abruptly, she faces Aemond “Is it truly midday?”

Aemond wordlessly nods. His hands aching to hold her, to bring her close and to comfort her.

“oh”

Aemond could not bare this. The women that inspired him could not even look him in the eye.

He knew that it was his fault. Completely and utterly his fault. He had hurt her.

Alys was a name he wished could be scrubbed from everything around him. But even after everything had ended, he could still see Alys infecting his wife. Changing her, taking her soul from her until all that was left was this empty husk

He had killed men, some no older than boys but he regretted none of that, it was war and war brought out the worst in everyone. But Alys was a different story. He had been lonely, having been away from Y/N and their son for months. Y/N was not there but Alys was.

Y/N was never meant to know, but of course once Aegon had something over his brother, he relished in using it against him.

Then there was Badric. His boy. Only one name day old and already the best thing in both his parents’ lives. Aemond had no idea what his mistress was capable.

With word that the greens had won, Aemond was allowed to head home. He was relived to go back to the red keep and be with his wife and son.

Alys did not take the news of his departure well. Y/N was a threat to her and to Aemonds child that grew within her.

A plan was formed, she would take her place next to Aemond and with Aegon out of the way she would be queen and her son king. The lady wife and child would have to go. It was the only way.

Y/N had always felt safe in the red keep, surround by her family and the guards.

A new maid, two steaming cups placed Infront of Y/N and her son, one filled with sweet tea the other warmed up goats milk and everything had changed. While Y/N recovered, Badric did not.

Aemond knew that his actions had led to the death of not only his child but his wife as well.

If it took him years to achieve, Aemond would do everything in his power to help his wife. To see her feel safe once again in her own home and to help her grieve for the child that they both lost.

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond x you #aemond x reader #hotd aemond #aemond one eye #aemond x oc #aemond fic #aemond fanfiction #alys rivers #aemond imagine #house of the dragon aemond #aegon targaryen

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smilesrobotlover · 6 months

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Aight I’m gonna rant about the ending of totk… again. I deleted the first post cuz honestly my opinion has changed on it and I just wanna say some things cuz a lot of people left some awesome inputs.

Now I wanna say this first, I have nothing against happy endings. I love happy endings. Zelda games all have happy endings. But they’re also very bittersweet and some of them just outright devastating. This game def has a happy ending, but it’s underwhelming to me. What I want out of totk is CONSEQUENCE. You’re telling me that Link lost his arm and Zelda turned into a dragon and then in the end everything is back to normal and things are fine and dandy? Like it’s not a terrible thing, but it feels like everything you went through was kind of pointless cuz the characters don’t seem to have been affected by it. I would’ve been less upset if Zelda at least kept her memories as a dragon, or had some dragon features or something. The light dragon was easily the best part of the game and it ended in such an unsatisfying way. YOU don’t have to agree with that statement, but it was unsatisfying to me. I didn’t like how Rauru and Sonia’s bs magic just turned her back. I can understand Rauru’s arm being there since Link was there and Sonia’s time power turning her back to her original form, but how is she just there? It’s not a TERRIBLE solution but it’s not good to me personally.

A lot of people commented on the original post that there should’ve been a quest for Link to find a way to bring Zelda back, and I found that far more intriguing than leaving her as a dragon. This game is full of fetch quests but this type of quest I would’ve loved, besides, Impa WAS going to look for a way to bring Zelda back, it’s not like it would’ve come out of nowhere. I’m sure doing this would ruin the flow of the ending, but let’s think about AOC. Terrako dies. He stays dead at the ending. But after you finish the game, you can start rebuilding him, and there’s a second ending where Terrako is back with a cute second staff credit. Totk already has some AOC influence with the character bios and stuff, so I feel like it would’ve been fine if they had done this honestly. And it would’ve been more satisfying that the player WORKED towards Zelda returning back to normal. You can have the dive that parallels the beginning and all that stuff, it’s fine. I just feel like this would’ve been a better ending to the game.

But again, I want consequence. I want Zelda to either be haunted or amazed at seeing history before her very eyes as a dragon, I want Link’s arm to not magically regenerate, I want there to be something different with the characters. Cuz to me, it felt like the characters came out the same way they went in.

Now just to clarify, this would’ve fixed the ending for ME. If you’re content with the ending I do not care. Good for you. I’m so glad you’re happy. But this overhyped game wasn’t good for me and I have so many issues with it so I just wished that Nintendo did something better with the ending. Something more bittersweet or hopeful towards a future cuz there’s none of that (I guess Mineru dies but she was already dead and only Zelda cared about that so I really didn’t care that she officially died. And it’s not like she was an interesting character to begin with).

Tldr; I wish there were more consequence to the game and I wish the light dragon had a more satisfying ending

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oncewhenalongtimeago · 6 months

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Sorry, but I Think I Lost Your Plot pt 8

Pairing: Onesided!Hiccup Horrendous Haddock III x Modern!Fem!Reader

Words: 1,794

Hiccup learns. Or, well, he tries. And then he doesn’t.

Tags: Time Travel, Reader into Movieverse, the earth is round, the earth is flat, quiet moments pt 2, Changewings

“Chores?”

“Yeah, you know, fetch water, deliver parts and do laundry. Clean carts, a bit of herding on the side, I wash down dragons sometimes for a few extra coins. Plus doing all of my stuff,” You picked at the sleeves of your tunic then decided better of it.

“Your stuff.” Hiccup stated.

“Laundry, clean out the hay in the barn, cook, repair the shed, which is really nasty by the way, I hate it, something’s always wrong. Like that.”

“That’s… A lot. And you’re not getting paid? For all of it?”

“Yeah. I am, I mean. I get food and board. Coin, I only get that sometimes. The stables get kind of chilly in the winter, otherwise it’s alright.”

Hiccup looked at you oddly, “No, no, it really is not. You live… in the stables.”

Most Vikings even across clans would take the time to hunker down together during the winter, especially during the devastating season even if they hadn’t yet gotten to the point where everyone had to be ushered into the Great Hall together. You knew at least that much, which was maybe why it came across as odd to Hiccup.

“I mean, yeah? I don't see you getting paid for working in the forge.” You shrugged.

“I guess, well, point, but also I get to build what I want with whatever I want. Which can get kind of… expensive.” You nodded. That made sense enough.

“Well, I guess it is what it is. I can’t really be picky, you know.”

You were both sitting on the hill in front of his house. He’d caught you in between jobs somehow. You always seemed to be busy.

There were a few Vikings below putting effort into rebuilding

“This is really comfy,” You sighed. While making a delivery for the Chief, Hiccup had come by and the two of you had stumbled into each other, getting whatever he had in his arms spilled all over onto your shirt and sizzled a bit.

It probably had something to do with the cleanup going on. You were just glad you cleaned up fast enough to avoid getting burned.

“It’s my favorite,” He said.

“Really?” You sat with your knees up to your nose, arms wrapped around your trousers, which were salvageable, though your skirt was not. Your arms were donned in red fabric of a familiar shade, which was extremely comfortable despite its scratchy exterior.

“You gave it to me, so…” Hiccup shrugged his shoulders oddly. He avoided looking in your eyes as he spoke.

“That’s awfully flattering.” You said kindly. You could tell why it was. Or maybe you were just extra thankful to be in something dry. Whatever Hiccup had been carrying was very sticky and hard to scrub off, which you had a ball doing, hidden away behind a curtain in their home with a small wash bin and rag.

You spent the whole time in a rush hoping that Stoick wouldn’t come back early and catch you in the nude, or something, despite the irrationality of it. That would be incredibly embarrassing.

“I’m sure,” Hiccup nodded his assent fiddly, before he gestured with his hands, laughing awkwardly, then staring down at his own knees, “But, you know. So, what brings you up here?”

You yawned, resting your hand over your mouth, “Well… Package for the Chief, mostly. Also, I wanted to say thank you.”

“Thank you?”

“For helping me out, earlier. I would have died, you know.”

There was some drama earlier, a Dragon attack that had something to do with lucky stones, which you didn’t have a lot of time for.

You paused running, probably not a very smart move, as you spotted a small group on the other side of the clearing standing far enough apart for you to watch and ogle as someone who you thought was Tuffnut pet the base of a fire tower.

“Oh, well,” Hiccup said, scratching his neck, “It was nothing.”

Hiccup was the one who got you out of the way in time. To not die. You owed him another favor, you guessed. You sighed.

In the time it took for either of you to come up with something new to say, Toothless came and lumbered in from the back. You’d seen him wander off there earlier. He probably spent a lot of time out when he wasn’t stuck like glue to Hiccup’s side. Berk was going through a very rare and treasured heat spell, which the dragons were very much taking advantage of.

“What do you think about?” Hiccup asked, leaning backwards.

You blinked at him, and at the set of bandages peeking out from under his green tunic.

“Not much. What I’m going to do later, what’s for dinner. I think about home sometimes. And… The world is round,” It was a bit random. Admittedly, You usually avoided talking about future your-world things, but you had gotten into a tizzy over a few things earlier with one of the Vikings by the fields. Maybe you were feeling a little peckish about it still.

“What?”

“Yeah.”

“But…”Hiccup raised his eyebrow, squinting quizzically, “The world isn’t round.”

This world, apparently, did not operate on cartoon physics. It would have been a really cruel joke on you if it had, you thought, You double checked. It was just the people. So there was no reason as to why they shouldn’t be able to get it.

“You’re kidding, right? Come on, Toothless.”

Toothless deadpanned at him, turning around to walk away, his tail ending up smacking Hiccup in the head and arms as he made an effort to protect his face.

“Oh, wow, great, thanks, Bud.”

Hiccup squinted, and waved his arms at his dragon, mock brushing him away.

“See? He agrees.” You grinned.

Hiccup turned to look at you, “That’s my best friend, if you would believe it.”

“Are you sure about that?” You sniped, “Because I’m not so sure about that.”

“I can tell.” He deadpanned, shrugging playfully.

You shook your head. There were more important things to be talking about. Like…

“I don’t understand how you guys fly around all the time and you still don’t know the earth is round,” You snickered.

“It’s not,” He insisted, “Flying wouldn’t change that.”

“It would!” You insisted, “It’s all about perspective.”

You shook your head as one of a pair of vikings down below dropped a large log from his shoulder, causing it to roll off and back towards the other houses.

“You’re up in the air, or somewhere up high, really, and you see that the horizon line is round.” You’d been up to Gothi's enough to be sure, “It’s like when you look really close at a ball or something. And the ball is spinning a lot. It’s physics. Science.”

“What kind of science? The Thorston kind? I find it hard to believe, if that’s the case.”

At some point, you realized that, despite it all, he didn’t actually know a lot about you. Where you came from, what your family was like, if you had one. What you liked to do. You really did have to explain.

You wrinkled your nose at his sarcasm, ignoring it as you decided to go on, “The world is really heavy. Like I said, it also spins. Like when you sit on something soft and it sinks. It works like that for both the top and bottom. It’s Gravity.” You used the English word for it.

There was a thump on the roof above you as a flock of Terrors landed by your feet. Probably one from the group. They tended to spin out of control often, especially if it was breezy out.

“It’s common knowledge where I come from,” You said,

“Is it?” Hiccup squinted, as if he was seeing you in a whole new light. A whole new, mental light, “Well, I don’t know about the whole round thing, but- What next, are you going to tell me that the sun revolves around Midgard?”

“Also yes,” You interjected, with a vendetta, gesturing with both hands, “Why do you guys always lead with that? Is it really that crazy of an idea? Seriously.”

You glowered at him, “I think you all are busted in the head. Or the lightning scrambled your brain, or something, because I have no idea how you’re seeing this.”

“What? No,” Hiccup said, “No, I’m perfectly healthy.”

“Yeah,” You snorted, “You guys lack what I would call common sense.”

There was a loud rumbling from back inside the Haddock House. It was definitely Toothless. At least someone had your back. It probably didn’t help that the only ones who agreed with you were the twins.

Hiccup turned back to shoot a nasty look at Toothless, probably forgetting about his bandages. And the burnt skin under.

“I probably owe you another favor, don’t I?” You winced as he jerked back around, cursing. It was kind of silly, and kind of nerve-wracking watching his scrawny shoulders curl in over his stomach.

“Nah,” Hiccup looked up from his knees and feet, resting on the steps to his home, to you, and then back, trying to hide his wheezing, “This one’s… on the house.”

Your hands hovered over his bak unsurely, worried if you tried to help you might agitate his burns more. You would probably take a trip up to Gothi later and ask if she had anything more to use to help.

“And, well, We’re Vikings.” Hiccup grimaced, “And, hey, I have some common sense, too.”

You stayed silent, giving Hiccup a moment as he gathered himself. You hoped he hadn’t any acid left in his skin. You felt awful about it.

Hiccup sat up steadily, and you made sure to scoot back and give him space as he did. He kept an unhandy smile on his face, the corner of his mouth twitching, eyebrows pushing up as you attempted to make sure he was alright.

Your face fell, molding into something more confused, as he mouth a question under his breath.

“Why did you leave?”

“What?”

“Sorry, I’ve just… Been wondering. What brought you to Berk?” Hiccup brought a shaky hand back up to his neck.

You felt your eyes unfocus a bit.

You guessed it was probably the natural progression of things. You wondered whether you were supposed to come up with something, or just not. You decided on something more square in the middle.

“I don’t know,” You huffed, a little lost, “One day I just started walking and ended up here.”

Hiccup looked at you skeptically, though not without sympathy. You were on an island surrounded by all water, but still. You stood up straight, puffing out your chest.

“Take it metaphorically, if you don’t believe me.”

#how to train your dragon #httyd #x reader #fanfiction #hiccup haddock #hiccup x reader #httyd imagine #toothless #fem reader #female reader

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ixiot-ghostrebel · 11 months

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Me agin with another taste of brain rot for good reader and evil reader form sagau post imposter au

So good reader when he dosn't have to fight his evil self they prefere to live in areas with zero populations or very low like dragon spine or some other placed with extreme dificulty to survive for most of the mortals to the pepole who helped them in the imposter fiasco good reader is kind talks a lot to them even spends some time with them but to those who helped impostor in hunting them they have neutral expreion doesn't talks much and when good reader is in bad mood they orders those acolytes to leave them alone with look that could kill they forgive acolytes who helped impostor in hunting them but any love good reader had for them is no exsiting

As for evil reader they take as thier base operation they wodul chose to rebuild kings desherts templs or just use the place where was kearnieha to build the castle Worth of demon king, evil reader/ demon king reader calls themself sometimes the father/mother of demon kind, evil reader has a yandere type of obsesion for the acolytes that tried to save them when they and good reader were one person as for the acolytes who were neutral or hunted them down for the impostor.....they HATE THEM! Evil reader hates them with all of thier begin they finds very much satisfaction in making the acolytes who hunted them feel worthless by beating them or telling them evry little things that wodul break thier will and evil reader loves thier exsistenc as demon king becose of this

As for why some archons or fatui harbringers or even abyss order dosnt try to kill the evil reader? The answer is simple if evil reader dies the good reader dies too and vice versa

I hope that brainrot isn't to much angst for you taste

@zardas75, I nominate you to be my motivation runner. Please I beg you—give me this motivation and brainrot of yours 🙏 (/j)

Some Headcanons of Good!Reader & Evil!Reader - What They Would Do With Their Favorites & What They Would do with The Others.

(Warning! This Includes: Implications/Background Themes of Yandere Behavior. Read at Your Own Risk!)

Good!Reader

They're the ones who would spoil their favorites with anything—food, handmade crafts, hand-picked flowers—ANYTHING. Also the kind who would literally help their favorites with anything. Need help getting stuff? Good!Reader's on it! Need help farming? Good!Reader has time!~

They're pretty stoic and very much like a blank slate when it comes to those Good!Reader has a rocky relationship. They're the kind of person that "Can Forgive, Can't Forget" if ykwim.

Will try to avoid the others as much as possible—unless it is very necessary.

You can clearly see the difference between the favorites and the others: the favorites would return home with hands filled with presents they can barely carry, while the others can barely even see Good!Reader on a daily basis.

There are no such things as rivalries, but between the favorites and the others, there are some very small unfairness playing in simple things: higher prices on objects, slightly less portions of food, pretending they didn't hear the favorite, etc. Very small—not enough to be too disturbing, but it's still there.

Evil!Reader

Boy, if you thought Good!Reader was somehow a handful, think again. Evil!Reader's will go by any means they deem necessary to have their favorites treated well. No one gets a say in what happens—Evil!Reader's already forming a plan that will already be executed before anyone can get a say in it.

Someone's bullying the favorite? Suddenly they're never seen ever again. Someone pricing the stuff too high bc they're a favorite? Say hello to misfortune.

But, oho...the cruelties against the enemies of the favorites are nothing to the enemies of the Demonic Ruler themselves. There is NO MERCY, or FORGIVENESS for them. Evil!Reader hates them to their very core. There's nothing you can do about it—it just runs super deep. The roots are stuck to the barren dirt and there's no point in uprooting them.

ANYONE can see the huge difference between the Favorites and the Others: Evil!Reader's got pictures of the favorites, bloody knives for the others, rooms dedicated to their favorites, bloody prison cells for the others...And that's only just stating two of the least (probably) worrisome stuff Evil!Reader does.

The only reason they're even alive, like Zardas75 said, is because if Evil!Reader dies, so does Good!Reader.

Ghost Rebel Side Note: Boy, I swear, Sagau might be the only reason why I'm still standing present in the Genshin community 😭💀 I have moved onto Honkai: Star Rail a little too aggressively. Sorry if I post so late and/or so randomly—this is just how I roll now :')

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#genshin impact sagau #genshin imact #genshin sagau #self aware genshin #sagau x reader #genshin self aware #sagau #sagau genshin #yandere sagau #genshin cult au #sagau brainrot #sagau villain au #sagau angst #sagau impostor au #sagau cult au #imposter sagau #imposter au #genshin imagines

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damn-stark · 7 months

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Chapter 24 Me and the Devil

Chapter 24 of Moonlight

A/N- who's the devil in this situation?

Warning- Swearing, angst, talks of death, suggested SA, Aegon! SPOILERS for future events of HOTD!!!!

Pairing- Cregan Stark x Velaryon!fem-reader, Aemond Targaryen x Velaryon!fem-reader

Episode- After 1x09, events based off of Fire and Blood

(If you want to be tagged let me know)

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The powerful are powerless to someone…don’t you agree?

Even in death Helaena’s words play in your head, this time they’re more significant and you don’t brush it off. More so now as you face this cruel night. You’re a warrior, a dragon rider, a princess, you’re stronger than he is, but even still you can’t escape what follows after the wedding ceremony.

At least you have the power to numb it away. You numb it all away.

You could say you're lucky though because he couldn’t get it up, no matter how hard he tried. But that still doesn’t mean he didn’t find other ways to take advantage of you. That is why he married you after all. He didn’t want a Queen with dragon's blood to rebuild what you lost, he just wanted something to use.

At least you can numb it away and live in your head.

That’s what you do. You don’t live in your memories, you live in a void full of anger and only accompanied by your mother. You see her everywhere you go, it startles you and makes you want to bring it all to an end, but when her death plays in your head in a loop you remember that patience is key for this all to matter.

That’s what keeps you alive too, that rageful thought. You navigate your life almost as if you’re asleep after the wedding night until finally one night you wake up to her on that day.

“I love you,” she mouths.

You gasp and find that strength you didn’t have before to shove back the men that held you down and run over to her as fast as you can.

You run and run with no pain in your chest, you sprint towards her as fast as your legs can carry you, but you can’t reach her, so you plead. Yet no matter how loud you think you are nothing comes out, it’s just your mouth flapping.

“Y/N, help me!” You hear her bellow. “Y/N, help me!”

Finally, you get close, but the fire rains down and she turns to nothing. When it’s dark and cold again all you hear is Aegon laughing, you see his smile as he sits paralyzed and useless in his chair.

That’s when you wake up and see everything, but it all hurts, color burns your eyes, and even breathing hurts to keep doing. But you do it, you fight on, and realize you’re on the ship. You’re going back home—no, back to King’s Landing. It’s not home anymore.

It’s going to be such a pain!

At least you’ll have Baela though.

Nevertheless, you get out of bed, throw on a fur cloak, and walk out to watch the waves crashing against the ship and then admire the stars reflecting on the blue water.

King’s Landing is going to be so different now, so lonely and bleak.

“Y/N?”

You gasp softly and stand up straight to peer back, noticing Baela walking towards you.

“Good morning,” you greet and slouch again as you look at the horizon ahead.

“I’d say it back,” she says and joins your side. “But the stars are still out.”

“Yes, but the moon is leaving,” you point out. “So it’s morning. Early morning.”

Baela sighs. “Whatever.”

You exhale deeply. “I can feel her, you know? Astraea,” you say to try and not wallow in anything that might trigger you for now. You’ll have enough of it later. Besides, there's something you’ve been meaning to discuss.

“Not completely but I can feel her presence,” you muse, “I can feel her soul intertwined with mine. I’ve felt it ever since I was young. I feel her far from here, and it’s taking everything in me not to desire her here.”

“Yes,” Baela agrees quietly. “I felt Moondancer too, but…there’s nothing now. It’s quiet where there was once life. But,” she adds thoughtfully. “There’s hope instead of grief.”

You scan the area and when no one is nearby you lean in closer to her. “Silverwing is alive. You can bond with her and gain an upper hand against the Greens when the battle unfolds. That feeling has to mean that you have to try.”

Baela's eyes widen and she leans in and whispers back. “How do you suppose I do that? Call out to her like a madwoman? Sail to her? I’m not even allowed to be out, I snuck out.”

“If she’s meant for you,” you insist louder. “She will come when you want her to. You have to try.”

“And if I die trying? It’s not the same as hatching a dragon,” she argues.

You look down and clench your jaw for a second. “No,” you agree. “But I need you to try. Please try.”

Baela lifts her chin and exhales deeply, you see her anger but she pushes it down and averts her gaze. “I will try something,” she mutters.

“That's all I ask,” you say and nod before you look away too.

A moment of silence passes before Baela speaks up on something different. “Have you eaten?”

You lean over the railing and sigh. “Not recently, no. I just don't get hungry.”

Baela turns her body to face you and looks at you with a scolding look you catch right away.

“What?” You chuckle

“You,” she points, “need to eat.”

You smile and shoot her a pointed look. “Do I need to listen?” You quip. “I am the Queen.”

Baela shoots you a pointed look and remarks. “Every time you say that about yourself you sound like an asshole.”

You grin. “Well, it’s true. I am queen. Bow,” you tease.

Baela tries not to laugh but she cracks.

“I am your king,” she plays along. “You must rub my feet and change me like a babe.”

“Oh?” You laugh. “My king, I have a present for you. It’s a wooden cock because you can’t get yours up to save your life.” You joke between chuckles. “I'm sure you have experience with things up your ass, no?”

Baela snorts. “Y/N!” She pushes you back.

You chuckle. “It’s true! He has stuff in his chambers!”

Baela looks disgusted and like she’s going to ask something, but then Ser Jason approaches.

“We’re approaching King’s Landing, Your Grace,” he announces.

Your smiles fade and you groan. “Obviously.”

Ser Jason sighs. “May I talk to you?”

You raise and eyebrow and nod stiffly. “Go on,” you actually let him talk. “We can talk with my cousin present.”

He hesitates, but he steps closer to say his peace. “I know you’re upset, and you have every right to be, but if I had not done what I did you would’ve died that day too.”

Maybe he’s right, but you can’t forgive him, you can’t look at the positive side with your mother gone. Yet you want him to have that sense of security and think he’s safe the same way you felt with him before he betrayed you.

That's what you want his punishment to be before you turn your back on him.

“It will take time,” you lie and step closer to him, causing Baela’s jaw to drop. “But I can learn to forgive you.” You offer him a faint smile and lean over to kiss his cheek. “We’re all we have left,” you whisper and pull back.

Ser Jason watches you in disbelief before he quickly bows and smiles. “That’s all I ask.”

You smile wider at him and walk away with Baela trailing behind you. “What was that about?” She complains.

You peer back and shoot her a smug smirk and nothing else.

From there on since you’re not trusted you have to wait for them to take Aegon to the Red Keep before you’re allowed to follow. And considering all the chain of events that have transpired it’s not much of a warm welcome or any at all. When you get to the Green invaded castle only guards welcome you.

“Is this how you treat your Queen?” You spat.

“It was the king's orders,” the man says stiffly.

You scoff. “The king or his cunt of a mother?”

The men look at one another and want to scold you but you are their queen so they leave you be and lead you to your room instead.

And while you walk down the halls, the once familiar halls are like being in a stranger's home, the warmth that basked these decorated halls is now cold and dark. The halls are emptier than before, they’re like ghost towns now. Everything is a painful reminder of what was lost and what was ruined.

“In here.” They open the door and the moment you step in it’s like being slammed by a mighty wave made of your entire life.

You had refused to acknowledge which quarters you were getting assigned to, even if you had known the moment you got here that Aegon and his mother would plant something cruel like this. Because you knew you would stand rigid past the door just like now. Because you knew you’d die a little more inside when you saw your quarters.

Nothing had changed, the walls were still painted the same color, and the same paintings and tapestries you would study when you were a girl decorate the walls. The herbal and flowery scent that mixes in your nose takes you back to when you would run in here with news or gossip, or with a book your mother wanted you to read her. The same couch that you would lay on with your mother is in the same place but it's empty without her there to greet you. The bed you would jump on with Lucerys and Jacaerys sits there empty and cold.

No one filled the room, laughter didn’t echo out, and conversations didn’t welcome you. Memories are the only company you have, they flutter around the chambers, but they work to bring you to tears and fuel your rage.

Every memory you shared with your mother in these very chambers runs in loops in your head faster and faster as you slowly deeper wander inside. The words she'd say echo in your head and her smiles flash in your mind until you’re there again, in that yard in Dragonstone watching her mouth her last words to you with fear and tears in her eyes.

Only it’s not actually the real memory, it's the fake one your mind is torturing you with. That moment he killed her plays now over, over and over. Making the rage explosive to the point you storm over to grab a cutting knife left on a tray of fruit.

It’s not like he can fight you off, he can hardly move. Even if he can move anything he's weak, so it’d be quick and effortless. It’s not what he deserves but as long as you see him suffering that’s okay too.

However, when you reach your doors again they open and your grandfather walks in.

“Grandfather,” you greet in surprise to see him well and unharmed, whilst you hide the knife behind your back.

“Where are you heading off to?” He asks and walks in, making you step back.

You shake your head nonchalantly. “Just a walk.”

Your grandfather studies you hard for a moment before he turns and shuts the door behind him. You walk back to try and sit, but he suddenly grabs you by your arms and leans in close to sneer. “Are you mad?”

You scoff. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Your grandfather immediately pulls your arm out and snatches the knife from your hand. “Right now he's in the throne room surrounded by his people, you won’t get anywhere near him. That’s not even counting the fact that you’ll get beheaded for even thinking of it,” he scolds you and throws the knife, causing you to gasp and yank away from him to run after it as if your life depends on it.

“I’m still alive aren’t I?” You retort and try to pick up the knife, but your grandfather comes after you and grabs you to pull you up.

“Stop!” He yells and pulls you towards him. “Stop now! You’ve acted like a spoiled child long enough, going around the kingdoms without consequences, it’s time you grow up and behave like the Queen you are.”

You gasp at the strength of his grip, but look at him with anger.

“Let me go,” you act with authority. “One shout from me and they’ll take you back to that cell.”

“Do it,” he challenges you.

You part your lips, but as you’re about to utter something you can’t build the courage to rat him out, instead you push him away and step back, making sure to hold eye contact.

“I see her every night, I see her in him every day,” you mutter and rub your arms. “I’m in that yard every night in my dreams.” You glare at him and fight with yourself to keep from crying. “She cries out for me to help even though in reality she never did. And I try because I’m a warrior aren't I?”

“Best I’ve seen,” your grandfather mutters.

“And yet,” you counter. “I can’t save her. I couldn’t. She’s gone, and all I had left of me was burned away with her. So please let me just relieve me of my pain and let me kill that bastard.”

“You do it and you’ll die, the children you cherish will grow up without their mother—”

“I don’t care,” you answer truthfully and walk back to sit on the edge of your bed. “Does it make me a bad mother?”

Your grandfather sighs and slowly walks over to you to sit by your side. “That I cannot say. But I don’t think so. You’ve lost too much, it’s not easy caring while you’re dealing with grief.”

You drop your head and nod even if that does nothing to assure you.

“Listen to me well, child,” he whispers, making you lift your head. “You need to be smart about your plan. You go in brash and it will only end with him being untouchable.”

You blink and look at him confused. He glances at the door then looks at you and leans in. “The time of the Green reign will come to an end, and you can help me do it.”

“You?” You probe. “What do you mean? What are you doing?”

“Come down to the lower east hall an hour past curfew tonight,” he says, making you confused, but also piquing your interest. “A firefly shaped torch will be lit by the door. That’s where we’ll be. Tell only who you trust with your whole heart.”

Only a handful come to mind when he says those words, but nonetheless, you grab his hand and nod softly as a smirk tugs on your lips. “I will...thank you, grandfather.” You sigh with relief and without thinking you wrap your arms around him.

“I will help this kingdom and save you from this rotten marriage if it’s the last thing I do,” he assures you as he hugs you back.

You smile softly for the first time, however, you don’t feel safe in his presence anymore.

——

*LATER THAT NIGHT*

All day since your grandfather told you about the secret meeting, you’ve been wary of going. You’ve been betrayed too many times to not suspect everyone, or your very own proud grandfather who is now out of the cell your mother put him in.

But you also know that turning your back on everyone is what made your mother flee from King's Landing, so there's only a select few you’re choosing to trust and have with you all the time in a place that’s surrounded by hungry vultures ready to tear at you when those protecting you aren’t watching.

Baela isn’t a trained warrior like you, but she does know her way around a sword, she’s smart too, headstrong, mischievous, experienced with politics, and loyal. There’s no one you trust more than her now. Which is why you’re bringing her with you, besides she hates Aegon as much as you do.

Yet she’s harder to reach than you thought. You convinced Aegon to let her have proper quarters, but he had them give her small quarters, and far ones too just in case she wanted to try anything. Luckily, the secret tunnels you know how to maneuver lead to her room, so it’s somewhat quicker since you’re not avoiding being seen. But she doesn’t know you’re going, so that’s bad too.

Which is why you slowly open the entrance and peek inside to make sure no one is with her. When the ghost is clear you spot her lying in bed already.

“Baela,” you whisper.

Said girl jumps and flips around with a small dagger in hand, so you quickly slip out and pull your hood off to show her it’s only you. “It’s okay, it’s just me! I came for you, so we can go somewhere.”

Baela’s face expresses many emotions, most of which you can’t see since the room is dimly lit now, but she makes sure to express it. “What in the seven hells is wrong with you? How did you come through there? Why?”

You step back and point to the secret passage. “I’ll explain on the way, just slip something on quickly we’re going to a meeting.”

Baela parts her lips to continue interrogating you, but she just exhales softly before she slips out of bed and slips on a simple gown just so she won’t be in her nightgown. After she shoves on her boots she quietly follows after you.

“What is this?” She asks.

“Secret passages that run all over the Red Keep,” you whisper. “My…mother would use them, she showed me around.”

“Oh,” she exhales softly and then continues with her interrogation. “What meeting are we going to at this time of day and using this maze?”

You peer back and shrug. “I don’t know really but it has something to do with killing Aegon and the greens so I wanted you to come with me.” You look ahead and she hums softly before she whispers.

“Thank you then…for trusting me.”

“There’s no one else I would trust but you,” you assure her. “Please don’t let me down, that's all I ask.” You look back and share a sincere pleading look.

Baela’s breath catches and her eyebrows knit together as she shakes her head. “Never,” she assures you.

The corner of your lips tug to a small smile, and now is when you feel that safety you longed for within these cursed walls.

“Good,” you say and then leave it at that to walk the rest of the way in silence.

Of course, once you come out of the passage and find the door with the firefly torch outside, you both hesitate.

“Are you sure about this?” She asks and looks at you.

You shake your head. “No. But I know there’s no other way to get rid of that monster up there so it’s the best thing we got.”

Baela nods and looks at the door. “At least we’re going in together,” she quips.

You smirk softly and nod stiffly before you sigh and step forward to slowly open the door. And the first thing you notice is the talking that silenced as the door opened. And second, is the shock on each of the men’s faces that surround the small wooden table when they see Baela and you, two women, enter the room. They look like they’ve seen a ghost or something even more horrifying.

“Your Grace, Baela,” your grandfather greets and stands up to quickly walk over and close the door behind you. “I’m glad you could make it.” He bows his head and turns to face the other lords who now stand and bow at your presence.

“Your Grace,” they greet.

The first person you focus on now is Lord Larys Strong though. Of course, he’s here, what else could you expect from a slimy snake?

He notices your glare, the murderous intent after he betrayed you, and lowers his gaze to act innocent. Something he’s not.

“Your Grace,” he greets and bows his head.

You fist your hand and step forward, but Baela grabs your wrist and pulls back. You snap your eyes to her and she meets your gaze to speechlessly tell you to stop.

You challenge her because after all he chose to betray you, you almost died because of him. You wanted to be his ally but he chose his own skin.

“Tell me what should stop me from killing you?” You ignore the warning and step forward to slam your hands on the table. “You sent a killer after me after we made an alliance!”

No one challenges you now, they just watch tensely as Larys lifts his head to meet your gaze. “I helped your mother,” he brings up.

“And you were also the one who helped Aegon out of here I assume?” You don’t care for evidence, you throw your theories at him. “You let my mother in, you betrayed me so why shouldn’t I kill you to prevent all of us here from getting killed?”

Everyone looks at the crippled man and waits.

“My word is not enough now I know,” he responds nonchalantly. “But I don’t want our kingdom to descend into chaos or be ruined by a war that is only further developing. I hope you understand that in order to get information from the Greens I needed to act like I was with them even if it meant betraying your trust. I apologize and I hope we can push it aside to work together and get rid of the tyrant who can’t even sit on the Iron Throne.”

He makes a point, and out of everyone here the Greens trust Larys blindly, Alicent especially does. But how can you trust this man even for just a sliver of a chance?

“We shouldn’t trust him,” Baela interjects. “But we will have a better chance at ending this tyranny if we keep him alive.”

You sigh deeply and blink to study her and take in what she said. Your anger is unmatched and not able to control anymore, what you want more than anything is to burn this all to the ground, but she's…right, and she’s the only one here you’ll listen to.

“Very well,” you sneer and sit down in the chair your grandfather is holding for you. “But need I remind you I don’t need my dragon to kill you, if you step out of line I will send you to the deepest depth of the seven hells,” you threaten him.

Larys swallows thickly and nods stiffly. “Understood.”

You groan and sit back to look at the lords gathered here. “Now explain what this is. Why have you gathered to scheme behind our back?”

Your grandfather moves to the side and pushes Baela’s seat in next to yours before he responds. “We want to be careful and with the Greens being wary of you we didn’t want to run our risk of being caught,” he explains calmly.

Sure that’s all of it, it’s not just because you have teets and no balls.

Whatever, you’re here now.

“Tell us what’s been unfolding over the past couple weeks?” Baela asks, leaving the lords baffled and confused as to why she was speaking.

“Aegon’s attempts at revenge against Rosby, Stokeworth, and Duskendale have proven to harden the hearts of the late queen's men,” Larys says. “The Riverlands, The North, and the Vale have risen their armies against the King and march this way. They might be our saviors.”

The North has finally decided to come? Where was he a couple of months ago when your mother needed him most?

At least the Riverlands proved their loyalty by joining Addam and you, but Cregan? Couldn’t it have been simple to leave a regent in his stead while he marched to your mother?

She’s dead now because she was alone. She’s dead because of the man they let live…

“Y/N, help me!”

No. No. You hear her cries again, you see her burning away in your mind. You see him smirking, and you can’t reach her in time before she vanishes.

You try to free your mind of those cruel thoughts for now though, you don’t want to see those vivid flashes, but your throat begins to close making it hard to breathe. And it’s as if the scene plays out around you, silencing the debate that was being had around you so all you can think about is that day. All you can think about is Aegon.

Aegon.

Aegon…

Patient waiting won’t kill him any sooner, and the fucking gods seem to want to keep him alive with every chance he has to die. But why should you wait? He didn’t wait to kill your mother, he did it without thought.

You’re queen now why should you wait and be merciful and want peace? You’re Queen, that’s what you are. You’re a Targaryen and have a fucking dragon, if the Greens want to spread fear you’ll show them terror…

That’s right, everyone who gave their backs to your mother will know terror because that’s all she felt when she died in bathed flames, that’s all you felt when you watched her die. So that's all they'll feel, terror.

They want to show off power, you’ll do it better.

That’s it. There’s clarity now. That’s the only way you’ll be able to stop the nightmares, the guilt, and the vivid flashes, by ending their tyranny with terror.

“…We crown Aegon the Younger heir and betroth Princess Jaehaera to him,” your grandfather suggests to the crowd. “After Aegon's death, the kingdoms won’t oppose and the queen's line will rule.”

Heir?

“No,” you cut in bluntly and in an unrecognizable voice. “Why do you need to crown an heir after Aegon's death, when you already have a Queen?”

The room goes still, and only confused and awkward looks get passed around.

“I was my mothers heir before her death,” you remind them.

“A Queen is what broke our kingdoms apart,” a lord argues boldly. “If we install you as Queen after the death of the King, then the war will develop into something that might just destroy us.”

You look at your grandfather and he sighs and stays quiet as he silently agrees. Every man in here agrees.

“She has a dragon,” Baela reminds them as she leans in to defend you. “One who has seen many battles. That alone will settle her claim.”

“Rhaenyra had a dragon too,” your grandfather rebuttals, making you sit up straighter and only burn with rage—“it doesn’t matter what she has with the Targaryen dynasty as weak as it is. Perhaps in twenty years when we have rebuilt a portion of what was destroyed can there be a Queen once more without opposition, but right now we all are marching towards the route that brings peace after bloodshed.”

You were right not to trust him….

“Y/N, help me!”

They won’t ever want justice with fire and blood like you. They don’t want you. Not even if you sit and listen to them talk. You’re invisible and just a piece in their game.

No more.

“No,” you snap and stand up to cast your shadow over every single man here. “I will be the Queen. Not my baby brother. Why should I leave him that burden while I still live? Besides, I was my mother's heir, and I am queen now. I will be Queen and anyone who wants to oppose that can be met with dragonfire,” you state menacingly.

“Y/N, you are Queen but you need to listen, ” your grandfather tries to calm you down.

“No!” You snap. “We’re doing things my way now. Inaction is what got my mother killed. I am going to act.”

The room gasps, and only your grandfather has the courage to stand and oppose you. “Let’s say we accept, who will you marry to protect your claim? Aemond is dead, and Addam is dead. Lord Stark is a powerful man with the best army to protect your claim and reign, but let’s face the truth, he will never accept being king, his loyalty lies with the North. No one else besides him will grant you safety and a long reign. You and your dragon alone will die the same way your late mother did if you follow this path.”

You blink repeatedly in disbelief as you progress his words. Cregan was your trump card, he’s the man that would protect you, you may be furious with him but he’s powerful and your best ally. With him at your side no one would dare say anything against you. Plus…once this nightmare is over don’t you deserve happiness?

Joy seems like such an illusion now. There are things you blame Cregan for, but under it all you still love him. Don’t you deserve some bliss?

“You don’t know that,” you argue in a faltering voice. “He marches this way, he will accept if I ask.”

“Lord Corlys is right,” Larys interjects. “Lord Stark will never leave his ancestral seat to be king. They are proud people after all.”

You clench your jaw to keep from showing your confusion and the fact that you’re hearing and seeing it all again.

“Having your brother be your mothers heir will be the smartest choice,” you hear someone say through the screaming and the flahses of memories in your head—“and revenge is something you can still seek with that path. You just need to warm up to your husband to lower his guard and then act.”

What in the Seven Hells?

You snap your eyes over to Larys and glare at him as everything muffles within you.

“How will we do it?” Your grandfather brushes you off and doesn’t try to argue anymore, thinking he’s found your resolve. But your mind still spins and your goal still flashes brightly seeking completion.

But how? The answer has to be Cregan, it has to be…

It then hits you like a sudden arrow to the heart. The answer and solution to giving this damned kingdom terror and installing you as Queen.

“Write to Dorne,” you suggest numbly.

“What?” Your grandfather chuckles.

You meet his gaze and sit down to clarify yourself. “I will send the Martell’s a proposal they can’t refuse. They will secure my reign, they will help us end the Greens.”

They don’t know how much this actually costs you, giving away your chance at happiness for a loveless marriage, for someone you don’t know, and for people you never thought of as potential.

“Dorne?” A lord chuckles. “They would rather see us dead. Hell, they’d rather mate with their goats than ever accept an alliance with Westeros. They only know war, Your Grace, even thinking about an alliance is a fruitless endeavor.”

“Not excstly,” Baela cuts in and leans forward. “If y/n offers her hand and their first born child to be their heir, why would they not accept? Every effort until now has been offered with violence,” she explains almost proudly. “Not through our strongest pact, marriage. Besides, Ser Alyn could escort them here, hide their army in our ships, and they would arrive in one moon's rotation time. If we wait for the North, we will wait for two more full moons.”

You don’t want to marry a Dornish man. You don’t want that. But…if it's your best chance at accomplishing your promises and getting revenge then you have to take it, because the truth is if you don’t become Queen, then they win. Your mother fought so hard, she lost her life because of it, why should you give up everything she fought so hard for?

Right?

You sigh deeply and try to look down to just progress everything, but you suddenly see her standing by the fireplace. Her presence startles you and paralyzes you for a second, but she brings forth a reminder of who you’re doing this for, and what you’re doing this for besides the terror and revenge, something bigger than yourself.

Isn’t that right? Mother and everyone who came before?

The song of ice and fire, the threat in the north and that promise you made her is the silver of clarity in your raging storm. The exception that makes you accept.

“I will send a Raven and ask for aid and an alliance through marriage,” you cut in nonchalantly. “I will marry the Martell’s heir in exchange for them to take down our enemy, and bring us peace. We can’t wait two or three moons rotations. Aegon needs to die and that’s the only way we can guarantee it without us dying in the process, and without an uprising from a green loyalist.”

“It’s not a good idea,” a lord shares in annoyance. “If they refuse they could expose us to the greens and have us all killed for the fun of it.”

“They won’t,” Baela argues in your defense. “And we won’t know until we ask. So I vote yes.”

You swallow thickly and look at Lord Larys. He hesitates before he nods in agreement. The lord so boldly speaking up votes no, and so does the other lord next to him, leaving this vote up to your grandfather to break.

“Lord Corlys, you are our last vote, what say you?” Lord Larys asks.

Your grandfather exhales deeply and folds his hands over the table as he thinks. Baela and you share a worried look in your wait and catch him looking between the both of you until he just stares at you—or the necklace you wear that was given by your grandmother long ago.

“I vote…” he interjects and pauses to look at the men. “Yes.”

You wind up kind of disappointed, but also proud that he accepted.

“Very well,” you seeth with a smirk. “Let’s show them terror.”

——

*A COUPLE DAYS LATER*

Do what you must, they say. Get on his good side, they say.

It’s easy for them to say they don’t have to speak to their mother's killer, they don’t have to sleep with him or pretend to be their ally at every waking hour. Every time they say that, you need to remind yourself who you’re doing this for.

It’s hard but when you forget you see her standing nearby, or you simply look up at the sky like now and keep yourself from summoning Astraea to help you burn everything down.

You have to wait and hope every card gets played right before you act. Even if it’s a struggle when you see his ugly face. Like now.

“What are you doing in my chambers?” Aegon hides his surprise terribly. “And what are you doing on the railing? Get down.”

You sigh and turn around on the railing to face him. “I walked in since you are my husband—” lies you snuck in through the tunnels, but he doesn’t need to know. “And two, this is very fun.”

“Get down,” he sneers.

You smirk. “Call the guards and I will fling myself off before they can even walk in.”

Aegon challenges your smug look and knows he won’t win this one, so he lets you be instead.

“What are you doing?” He asks. “I usually have to call upon you.”

You sigh deeply. “Boredom brought me here and—”

“You’ve been drinking,” he points out.

You nod. “Aye. My mother's dead, Aemond’s dead, my dragon is gone, and I’m stuck here. I’m drunk.” You chuckle. “You’re not? We should celebrate.” You turn and continue to walk on the railing. “I actually enjoy drinking, albeit I never really have the chance to indulge since I am a woman.” You scoff. “They’re always telling me what to say, and what to do when all I wanted was to go on dragonback and explore the world.” You sigh and twist on your heels to jump back on the ground, noticing that he looks puzzled about you.

“What?” You probe.

Aegon exhales deeply. “What are you doing here?” he asks.

You sigh deeply and slowly walk over to him, noticing his eyes never leave you. “I told you already, I’m bored…and,” you clench your jaw as you walk behind him. “It’s not like I have much of a choice do I? Should I live my life in misery for the rest of it because we're married? I don’t like you, but I can grow to tolerate you. Why not start now?” You sit on his bed and slide the cup and jug to you to serve yourself wine. “So tell me what you wanted out of this life, Aegon?”

Said man turns the chair they made him with wheels and meets your gaze. He hesitates, but he parts his lips nevertheless. “I wanted to get away too, you know. Get lost somewhere, but they caught me and brought me back.”

You feign a smile on the floor and mumble, “now look at us. Our families dead, all for a fucking throne.” You take a long sip of the wine.

“We could’ve had a lot more,” he agrees.

You nod. “Yeah.”

Aegon shifts in his seat and when you look up you see him standing off his chair. His legs shake but he doesn’t fall, he slowly makes his way to you and sits beside you.

You had seen him walk before from afar that day he killed the Shepherd and those who called themselves King when there was no ruler. Aegon looked pretty pathetic, but you do have to say that you’re glad that the Shepherd and his followers are gone. If only you could’ve actually faced the man and not been away from the action.

Regardless, Aegon stood up that day, he was held up and helped mostly, but this time he’s doing it all alone. Which isn’t a good thing.

“You’re walking,” you point with fake interest.

“Everyday a bit more,” he says and puts his hand out. “Give me some.” He points to the cup. You dread it but you hand it to him and watch him with disgust as he chugs the rest, and then serves himself more.

“You know maybe we should have married from the beginning,” he says, making your eyes twitch. “I would have changed for the better.”

You bite your tongue but muster a response. “Really?” You laugh.

Aegon nods and hands you your cup. You take it hesitantly but need to keep up this rouse so you take it and drink more wine.

“Yes,” he says. “I would have. Aemond was obsessed with you. Ever since you left for winterfell he was all broody.”

You geniunly smile. “Maybe because he had his eye cut out,” you remind him.

“Hm, maybe,” Aegon says. “But he never forgot about you. I think that could’ve worked on me.”

You chug the rest of the wine to keep yourself from making fun of him. “There’s no point in dwelling in the past,” you mutter as you wipe the wine off your lips. “We do so we’ll be here for years.”

Aegon stays silent for a few minutes before he takes the cup and tops it with wine. “Yes,” he says. “You might be right—you know, we’ve never talked like this before. I enjoy it.”

You smirk and clench your fist as you fill with pride. “Maybe because we always bumped heads,” you retort.

He hums and leaves the chambers silent, letting you take the cup from his hand and gasp softly as you remember something. “I was the one who would throw the wine bags on your head at night,” you let him know with a grin.

Aegon snaps his head to you with his eyebrows furrowed. “I had to take baths every morning because of you,” he complains.

You chuckle. “That’s a bad thing?” You meet his gaze and flash him a grin. “Aemond and I would do it—well Aemond would watch most of the time, but we’d do it—it was a lot of fun. Do you wanna do it?” You get up without an answer and take the jug, and then collect a few empty sacks you had brought in for this occasion. Aegon follows but at a slow pace, when he finally reaches you you already have two sacks full of wine.

“You’re a Queen,” Aegon interjects.

You ignore him and look down and see the maester walking by in the yard below, so you grin and let your sack of wine fall. Before it can hit his head you grab Aegon and yank him down with you.

“Hey!” You hear the maester exclaim, making you burst out laughing.

Aegon watches you, he admires you, and can’t help but laugh along with you.

“Here,” you interject as you calm your laughs to hand him a sack of wine. “Do it.”

Aegon shakes as he gets up, and you follow suit but watch him instead of looking down, and feel your feigned smile fall and turn to a frown.

You could push him off and he’d probably die from this far, it’d all be over, and your mother and your entire family would be avenged.

You step forward and raise your hands. But then as you’re about to grab him a knock raps on the door, so you step back and spin around to face the doors.

“Come,” Aegon announces.

You groan and watch as your handmaiden Vanessa walks in.

“Yes?” Aegon asks with annoyance.

“Your Grace,” Vanessa greets and curtseys. “My Queen, the children require your attention.”

You sigh and then face Aegon to bow. “I’ll see you later.” You offer him a faint smile before you lead Vanessa out. Rather than telling you right away what the problem is, you walk in silence to your quarters because you know what this is really about.

“Is Wolf there?” You ask about Baela without actually giving her away.

“Yes,” Vanessa agrees.

You hum in comprehension and pick up your pace. Once you make it in your room, you tell the guards not to disturb you and stay quiet even as you see your cousin waiting for you. Your kids are here but Dyana and Vanessa stay with them as Baela and you walk into the secret passage to speak freely.

“We got a response from Dorne,” Baela announces, making you gasp. “I waited for you to open it.”

You hold in your breath and take the envelope she offers you, noticing the Martell house sigil stamped over the flap.

“Seven hells,” you mutter. “I’m nervous. You open it,” you say and push it back to her.

Baela is impatient to read what the letter contains so she quickly rips open the envelope and takes the parchment out. She opens the letter and you see her eyes read over the words so you move to her side and press yourself against her to read what she’s reading in her mind.

Dear, Queen—

Yes blah, blah, formalities! You scan over the greeting and unnecessary flattering words until you see what you want and gasp.

…We accept your proposal and feel more than honored to finally receive a proper offer that doesn’t involve hostility or impossible terms. Then again what can we expect from such a known and marvelous warrior such as yourself, Queen y/n.

You will wed my son and what would’ve been my heir, Prince Namor Martell, and finally our houses and kingdoms will be united. And you will get your revenge as well, be prepared.

We will send more ravens to debate our battle tactics. And if I can offer one piece of advice, if you wish to win this war and hold your peoples respect, they must fear you just as much as they love you. Don’t be afraid to show your power.

Prince Kaius Martell.

“Gods,” you gasp and feel your heart skip a beat. “Gods. They accepted…they accepted!” You exclaim with glee.

“They accepted!” Baela repeats and faces you with a grin.

You hold each others gaze for a moment before you throw your arms around each other and begin to jump.

“And you were right!” She adds and pulls back but keeps her hands on your shoulders. “About Silverwing. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but she came…we bonded.” She muses and smiles with awe.

You smirk and cup her cheeks. “Let’s show them real terror.”

A/N- A few more chapters to go!!

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