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fan-goddess · 1 year

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Restraint coming down

Pairing: Aegon Targaryen x Maid!reader

Author Note: Am I satisfied with the ending? Not entirely. But there’s smut which is something

Prompt Request: ❛i want to spank your hot ass for driving me so crazy.❜ with Aegon.

Summary: You’ve dealt with Aegon and his advances, but it seems that restraint has finally weared itself too thin…

Warnings: P in v sex, praise, spanking, teasing, kind of power play if you squint, claiming,

Taglist: @valeskafics, @amiraisgoingthruit, @f4ll-for-you, @lovelykhaleesiii, @blue-serendipity, @humanpurposes, @aemondtargaryensrider

To be the maid of the first born prince, Aegon Targaryen second of his name, you need to have some very strong restraint. The amount of times that the prince had suggested for you to take a break from your duties as his maid, and to instead let him bed you, was pretty much endless.

“I promise my lady, if you were to let me see the body you hide so dutifully behind those plain looking clothing, I would worship you in ways only the gods would be familiar with…” He mutters behind you in your ears as you pour him his wine.

“Oh would you, my prince? I wouldn’t of thought that such a faithless man like yourself would know of such pure devotion?” You smile as you turn to him to hand him his neat teetering cup. You have to ignore the sound of your pounding chest, that practically seems to rings in your ears as his eyes rake over your body.

“Believe me my lady, whilst yes I may have abandoned my faith like you so plainly said, I certainly know how to worship a dutiful maiden as best as any mortal man could…” He speaks as he sips gulps at the wine. A finger of his trails the edge of his cup, drawing your attention to it whilst he practically caressing it as he looks to you with dark hooded eyes.

You don’t deem Aegon with a response, and instead you merely tear your eyes away from the scene in front of you and role them in a facade or annoyance, just like how you usually tend to resort to, before walking towards the door.

“I want to spank your hot ass for driving me so crazy…” Your steps fumble as you hear Aegons words, and you can even feel your whole entire body stopping from just pure shock alone.

Aegon has never really been so, forward with you. He’s only ever suggested the act of coupling. Never flat out saying what he exactly wished to do to you.

“I beg your pardon my prince?” He can’t have said that. It must have been your imagination…

“I think you heard me my lady…” The cup Aegon had been so desperate to drink is placed on the table, and when he’s close enough, one of Aegons hands is soon on your waist while the other is carefully placed your jaw. His thumb traces the curve of your lips, and you feel yourself consumed by the urge to open your mouth and suck on the digit, like some lust consumed whore.

“I wish to have you on my lap, laid over my knee with your perfect ass bare only to me, so I can spank you for all those nights you’ve teased me and left me to sort out myself with my own hand.”

You can’t speak. The room is becoming too hot as you feel a mixture of the breath of the prince fanning your face, and the tension between the two of you somehow making the room feel as if one of the dragons had decided to light the room on fire.

It’s been years since you’d begun to harbour and hide those feeling for the eldest prince, and yet like some wanton woman of the silk street he so often lost himself in, at the mere mention of him doing those things to you, you can already feel yourself throwing all those defences away just so you can get a feel of him.

“Why… why is it that you want me so much?”

His voice sounds somehow deeper when he responds, and as you listen to him intently for his answer, you can see his eyes physically darken as he looks at you.

“You’ve shown me consideration and m kindness, when others including my own mother, have shown me nothing but mere tolerance and discontent. You’re the only person I feel I can even be close to being truly myself with… which is why I suppose I wish to claim you for myself in every single way that is possible to do…” His head comes to the curve of your neck, and you can feel yourself becoming somehow even more warm when you begin to feel him inhaling your scent, before kissing and sucking on the skin.

His lips begin to move though. They trail up your neck to nip at your jaw, before finally he stops with a small peck on the edge of your lips, and looking at you with that same look of want and desperation in his dark hooded eyes.

Though this time, with a slightly nod if your head, Aegon launches himself forward and claims your lips with his own.

You’ve kissed men before, some with permission others with not, but Aegon very easily surpasses both groups with minimal effort.

His lips taste heavily of the wine you had brought to his chambers earlier, and strangely enough you can also taste a faint hint of lemons on his tongue. Though to think that it may be due to the lemon tarts that were served at dinner only a few hours ago.

His hands roam your body eagerly while you continue to kiss, as they pinch and squeeze at any flesh he can get his eager hands on.

When his hands get to your breasts though, you can feel yourself moaning slightly in his mouth when his fingers move over your clothes covered tits and pinch at your hardened nipples. “Fucking heavenly…” He mutters, the sound of it muffled by your own eager lips.

It’s no surprise though to either of you it seems, that when the two of your are naked as can be laying on Aegons bed, his lips and hands are eager once more to worship you just as he so claimed he wanted to.

Wet and blooming marks are left in Aegons trail to your weeping cunt, yet before he touches you where you want him, the warmth of his body leaves you much to your annoyance.

“Turn around.” The sudden authoritarian tone of his is new to you, strange even, given his usual demeanour. Yet the more you replay the sound of him in your mind, the more you find yourself craving the sound of it. “Good girl…”

That lust induced haze however, is soon taken away from you when the sudden sound of Aegons hand making contact with your backside makes itself known throughout the room.

“What the-“

“I told you darling that I’d spank you after all you’ve done to me. Now count.” You were breathless with each number you spoke, and by the time Aegon had deemed the punishment to be over, your arse felt sore while your cunt felt as if it was practically dripping onto the bedsheets bellow.

You weren’t a virgin, and yet with the unexpected cautiousness that Aegon was taking when he turned you over onto your back, before carefully sliding his cock inside of you, it made you feel as if you were a blushing maiden all over again. Though with the way Aegons large cock made you burn slightly, it certainly stung like you were losing your Maidenhead again…

“Such a good fucking girl for me… with such a perfect cunt for me to fuck full…” The praise made your head spin, and your almost mad at yourself with how quickly you find yourself preening and loving the way the words made you feel.

It was a feeling you’d never felt with any lovers you’d ever had before. With them, it had only ever been pure lust. Yet with how Aegon was treating you now, it felt like he actually cared for you.

The gentle yet somehow still deliciously rough way he was treating your body made you feel so warm and somehow safe. You couldn’t help but cling to his body as he suddenly began to bully your sweet spot with his cock.

“Oh gods! Aegon please your so good!” You whine. You felt so full of him you had honestly feel like you couldn’t get enough.

“Oh am I now huh? Seems like I’ve fucked the defiant brat out of you finally… now your my pretty girl and no one else’s…” It’s pure lust filled rambles that spill from Aegons mouth. They vary in volume, but they all make you feel the same way. Genuinely cared for by him.

“Fuck I’m close… what do you say pretty girl? Do you wanna be filled with my spent so it’s dripping down your gorgeous thighs?”

“Oh please my prince! Please give it to me!” A deep sound rumbles from Aegons throat in approval as you whine for him, and with the sudden combined efforts of Aegons cock and hand pinching your clit, you feel yourself going lightheaded as you cum around his cock.

As you try to come from your peak, you can still feel Aegon thrusting into you chasing his own high. But it doesn’t last long, as you soon feel his hot cum filling you up.

Aegon moves himself out of you carefully after he’s recovered, before moving to sit beside yourself on the bed with his arm round your waist in a protective manner.

The silence though that lingers is broken with your worried tone. “Are you going to force me to leave now?” You whisper.

“What? Of course not darling. Now that I’ve gotten a taste of you, I’m already addicted and will never let you go…” and with another heart stopping kiss, your mind goes blank and all you can think and feel is Aegon.

#house of the dragon #aegon targaryen #aegon targaryen x reader #aegon ii targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon targaryen x you

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adrift-in-thyme · 10 months

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I’ve been meaning to make a post like this for a while now but kept forgetting. Since First isn’t widely known I wanted people to have an explanation of who the heck this guy is (and why they should love him). So without further ado

Who is the First Hero?

(All of the following pictures are from the Hyrule Historia)

The First Hero (or First as we call him in the Linked Universe fandom) shows up in a tiny manga at the back of the Hyrule Historia (that’s basically an encyclopedia for Zelda). He isn’t technically canon and doesn’t have a game of his own. But according to the manga he is the first Link, Skyward Sword Link’s predecessor.

He lived in a time when Hylia was still a goddess and before Demise’s first attack. He was a royal knight, much like Hyrule Warriors Link, and seemed to be a man of great respect and esteem. Until, that is, he was framed for an unknown crime and imprisoned.

He remains in the dungeons for four years. Then, when his so called “premonitions of danger” begin to come true, and Demise attacks Hyrule, his people decide “oh, wait! They kinda need a hero now!” So, they set him free and practically beg him to fight for them. He’s understandably bitter about the whole thing, but being the hero he is, he goes out to battle.

No sooner has he agreed to fight, than the goddess Hylia shows up on her crimson loftwing. She has come to battle Demise and help her people escape to safety.

The loftwing looks down upon the humans as weak and cowardly. But Link stands up to him, telling him “there are those among us who have the courage to fight.” The loftwing admires him for the sentiment, but isn’t convinced. He promises to keep watch over him to see if Link is a worthy rider.

With the loftwing gone to the heavens above, Hylia gives Link the Master Sword

Link doesn’t think he is worthy of it after his imprisonment, but Hylia assures him that the sword knows better. It sees beyond his tarnished reputation to the kind, brave man beneath.

Though Link is still bitter about everything he has endured, he swears to fight for his friends. He takes the sword and hones it into something a mortal can wield.

Then, he goes to battle.

Hylia rallies the other races around Hyrule to help the Hylians. Meanwhile, Link and his men fight for seven days. Despite their efforts, Demise begins to burn Hyrule to the ground.

In the end, Link goes to face him, promising to slay him.

But he is badly wounded in the fight. He collapses, weak and near death. Before he can fade away, however, the loftwing shows up and chooses him as his rider.

He swears to ride with the loftwing forever. Shortly afterward, the dragons from Skyward Sword bless the Master Sword with the power of the Triforce. Then, Link gives the sword to Hylia, who carves Hyrule from the earth.

Link retrieves the sword and drives it into the ground, finishing the job and sending Hyrule skyward.

He wants to follow his people to the skies, but his wounds catch up to him. He falls to the ground. In his last moments he promises that his spirit will always be with his people.

Hylia seals Demise away, even as the enraged god promises to prevail. Then, she goes to where her fallen hero lies.

She holds him, crying over him and lamenting the pain he had to endure to become the hero Hyrule needed. Knowing that Hyrule will need their help once more, she then promises to reincarnate them both. Only this time, she will be a mortal.

This story, we learn, becomes legend in the era of Skyward Sword. And the loftwing who Link swore to ride with chooses the child who has his reincarnated spirit, Skyward Sword Link or Sky.

Now, as for First’s standing in LU…I’m know multiple LU fans (myself included) speculate that Jojo will include him at some point. She’s been cryptic about it when asked though, so we don’t know for sure. Neither do we know when he’ll show up (if he does). So, for now, we can only hope.

…and create our own AU’s in the meantime ;)

#trin rambles #first hero #loz #hyrule historia #lu first

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quitealotofsodapop · 2 months

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This all goes down while Wukong's dealing with the fallout of the Brotherhood. As much as Pigsy, Tang, and Sandy, and the Ao Longs want to stay with the monkies, especially after everything that happened, they have their own livelihoods to handle and by the time the Brotherhood had first started their coup they has already spent way too much time in the Celestial Realm. So ince they've verified Wukong would be... okayish, considering the massive changes in his life he's got going on, they return home to get their matters in order.

Tang has a lot of backlogged projects and research papers that are overdue for his career, to the point that he nearly lost his job over it. Luckily, the fact he was in the Celestial Realm itself means he could easily convince the board of directors he was just working on a massive, long-term project that took priority and involved preciously unknown information about Sun Wukong... which bought him time, but now he has to slemhow to get permission to reveal the whole "Wukong actually had a Mom" deal, presumably heavily edited to spare Wukong his privacy and the fact he most definitely does not want to have the bureaucratic nightmare he's dealing with follow him home to the mortal Realm if and when he's allowed home.

Pigsy Noodles had several competitors pop up with Pigsy absent and a massive loss of revenue as a result. The restaurant is straight up not doing well right now, and Pigay has to work overtime and a half to get back up to speed. The months Pigsy had spent in the Celestial Realm and on FFM had caused many loyal customers to seek food elsewhere, most assuming he'd closed down for some unknown reason. He has to fight to get them back now (which probably leads to Food Wars)

Sandy's job as a ferry man was not as heavily affected, but his job as a foster for many a cat is heavily affected. The sitter he hired hadn't been able to handle the sheer volume of cats he had, and the place was a mess! Luckily, sll the cats remained healthy in spite of the environment being less than ideal, but many of the newer fosters were back to square one on Sandh earning their trust.

And then Pigsy found a cat demon kitten in the dumpster.

Prev.

Yes! The Noodle Gang were able to support and care for Wukong when he was stationed on FFM, but now that he's a whole Realm away it's become a lot harder to do.

Even if LBD froze Megapolis for a bit, the world keeps turning.

They all have their own lives to attend to, no matter how much they wish to stay in the Celestial Realm. Especially since they aren't sure at first if the Celestial Realm has a time dilation problem like the myths say - luckily it turns out to be a mistranslation, "1 Celestial Day = 1 Earth Year" is a space/orbit thing, the days in Heaven are super long and it takes a whole earth year for a whole "day" to complete. But the guys arent taking chances.

Tang's gotta go back to work. Luckily the tasty lore and tomes he managed to scavange from the Imperial Library gives him a good excuse for his disappearance.

Pigsy is straight back into "the restaurant business is war"-mindset when he gets home. He may have served literal gods while he was away, but that means nothing if he's lost loyal patrons! He does get some odd-looking new customers that couldn't resist glamouring-up to taste "Marshal Canopy's decendant's" cooking though.

Sandy would not forgive himself if any of his foster cats got sick without him. He'd spend literal days inside tending only to them - exiting only to get deliveries and the odd ferrying job. He's been especially busy at the moment with "Little Lady" - a feral momma cat thats moved into the captain's bridge while he was gone, and has a runty blue-furred kitten who needs lots attention.

The Ao-Long couple have arguably more freedom than the rest of the gang, given their status as wealthy dragons. They easily explain the situation to the Dragon Kings and why they had to provide witness statements in a Celestial Trial - Ao Guang has been frozen stiff with terror for days at the thought of Sun Wukong multiplying. They're able to visit the monkeys more often than the others, especially since little Mei and Red Son are getting along so famously, and both have declared Xiaotian their duty to protect. The dragon couple are able to pass on messages and gifts between the monkeys and the Noodle Gang where it would have taken a lot longer otherwise.

The Noodle Gang try their best to visit the Celestial Realm when possible, mainly weekends. Tieshan is a big help with getting them there - Sandy's mechanical creations can only go so far (though little Red is fascinated with his attempts). They have to be careful though, like a casino it's easy to forget how much time is passing withthe super-long days - Tang has like a million alarms on his phone to remind them when to sleep and when to prepare for home. Its good to reconnect and bond with Wukong and his little family, but they often feel on measured time.

Then one night, as Pigsy was taking out the garbage;

Dumpster: (*loud crying/mewing* sounds*)

Pigsy, dread building: "Oh no..."

Pigsy dug around praying it was just a cat... only to half-right.

Pigsy, holding a baby cat-demon: "UHHH... Tangy!"

The next few hours are a blur.

Now both Pigsy and Tang are guardians to a tiny abandoned kitten they name "Bai He" - a little white lily sticking out amongst the grime of the alleyway. A quick freenoodles wedding may be required to help seal the adoption papers.

Sandy helps a lot when it comes to cat-specific problems the baby has ("We gotta help her go bathroom!?") in the coming weeks.

Pigsy is a natural father, he isn't sure what nonsense led to his baby girl being in his arms but he's glad she is right now. Bai He is his little princess, can't do no wrong. Tang fumbles a bit, but adapts quickly. Bai He loves listening to him tell fairytales and stories, even the one's she doesn't care for like the White Bone Spirit ("she sounds mean").

The ice powers come in later. They're super confused where those come from.

Wukong is *delighted* to have a new niece! And Xiaotian (now at toddling age) is super excited to meet a new baby in the troop!

#century stone egg au #lmk bai he #lmk lbd's host #lmk pigsy #lmk tang #freenoodles as parents #freenoodles #freenoodleshipping #lmk sandy #sandy being the best uncle #lmk mei's parents #sun wukong #lmk aus #lmk #lego monkie kid

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zhongrin · 2 years

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rule two hundred and sixty nine

◇ characters ◇ zhongli

◇ tags ◇ minors dni, yandere!dragon!zhongli, unhealthy relationship dynamic, 'whore' used 1x, spanking, nothing too explicit - mostly suggestive

◇ a/n ◇ this is an expansion of this but it's kinda tame??? i wanted to go feral but i was scared and my writing is simply ✨not✨Good✨enough✨ and i got too embarrassed im sorry-

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

it started small at first.

since starting your relationship, you thought you’d fully understood that your lover is a man that has his set of rules and expects them to be followed at all times.

and at first, it worked well.

it provided you with some sort of structure - a clear guideline to follow, so to say. almost comforting, really, since following his rules meant smiles and sweet kisses bestowed oh-so graciously unto you, along with immaculate praises accompanied by his velvety rich voice. meanwhile, when the opposite happens, his disappointed glare burns into your mind and eats you up from the inside, searing the moment into your memory and deep into your heart so you remember to not do it again.

…. but as time passes, you find that the list seems to be unending, and you're pretty sure he’s been adding new rules more frequently these days. while it might not sound that bad at first glance, you start to notice that some things either don't make sense or suspiciously correlate far too close to what you recently did.

it’s overwhelming. and a tad irritating, to be completely honest.

so is it really your fault for disobeying some of the rules he set for you? for going out past his curfew and not telling him that you hung out with a few friends? that you let them hug and touch you since it's all platonic anyway?

you will quickly find out that yes, you're, without a doubt, at fault. at least from your lover's perspective, that is.

as soon as you step into your shared home, you’re pinned onto the floor by a furious dragon.

a weak mortal that you are, you struggle fruitlessly against the literal claws that have replaced your lover’s usually slender fingers. adrenaline pumps through your veins, your head pounding from the sudden escalation of your heartbeat. there’s a sudden pressure that makes it hard to breathe, partly because of his half-dragon body’s weight on top of you, but also caused by the two half-lidded draconic slits which are seeing into your very soul.

"rule two hundred and sixty nine," he growls, talons digging onto your cheek and neck, making indents on your skin, threatening to sink into your flesh, "you do not. come into my nest. smelling like a whore."

your breath seizes, both panic and embarrassment blooming rapidly from your chest and warming your whole body. you should be scared, you really should. a mythical beast eyeing you in displeasure, you're at his complete mercy - but when presented with such mean words, most would try to defend their honor, and you're no exception.

“zhongli-”

“how dare you disobey me like this.”

there is no gentleness to be found in his person, only blazing fire of fury, as if you’ve insulted him the vilest things known to humankind right in front of his face. to him, that’s awfully close to what you’ve done. undermining his authority, betraying his trust, and worse of all, breaking the rules- the contracts, which were supposed to bind both you and him together.

“i was just-” your tongue feels heavy inside your mouth when you see his glare harden. his hands moves off you, giving you more space to breathe, and yet you find that it’s even harder to do so, now.

“yes, [name]? continue.”

continue your excuses, see what it’ll lead to.

“…. n-no, nevermind…..”

a click of a tongue. his hand is back on you, but this time the sharp black claws grip around your clothes, easily tearing them off your body. you’re about to protest, not wanting the cold hard floor of the front entrance to become the place of… whatever this will turn out to be, when you feel the black scales dig onto your body as he lifted you up with one arm. he casts one last glance at the torn fabrics and mumbles something along the line of burning them later.

you don't dare to ask.

hell, you don't dare to even make any sort of noise.

“you broke the contract and you’re not even sorry. i expected better from my mate.”

“i’m sor-”

"silence."

you’re thrown into the bed unceremoniously, and before you can even think about escaping, the half-dragon is already caging you in, predatory eyes eyeing you hungrily beneath him.

his puny little human, sometimes too dumb for your own good. why can't you understand that the rules he has set in place, are all for your sake? for your safety, for your purity- for it is only him who’s allowed to corrupt you, to strip you bare and to breed you full until you can’t help but leak his cum for days.

your lips tremble and move slightly, but you don’t dare make a sound, his previous command preventing you to do so.

well, at least you’re obedient now, he thinks proudly. but if he lets this go unpunished, then what’s to say that you won't do the same thing again in the future? the thought makes him growl in irritation, and your arms press closer to your sides, to your chest, in an attempt to make yourself smaller.

his head dips down towards your neck, breath hitting warmed skin. at once, he’s attacked with a plethora of foreign smells. aside from the very faint smell that is you, none of them pleases him.

“you drank.”

you want to talk. want to explain to him that it was just a few sips. that it didn’t even make you tipsy. but he has yet to give you permission to, so you swallow those words and look at him with pleading eyes, trying to convey your thoughts through it.

“tell me. rule forty seven. what did we agree on regarding this topic?”

“that-that i shouldn’t drink alcohol when you're not around, but-”

“that you should not drink alcohol when i am not around, period. i do not think that there was a ‘but’ in the clause. unless you’re saying i misremembered?”

you shake your head fervently, tears of shame and frustration starting to creep beneath your eyelids.

“that’s not all, is it not? i can smell others, all over you, on your clothes, and worse - on your skin. and to top it all off, you’ve broken your curfew.... so many contracts broken within a day, [name]. this is unacceptable behavior,” the dragon’s eyes dilate, and you catch the sight of his long tongue swiping over his lips, “i’ll have to be sure to clean you all up… but first, you need to learn your lesson.”

your beloved retracts himself from above you, and you tremble in both fear and excitement of what’s to come. he’s manhandling you at this point, bruising grip maneuvering your smaller body and preventing you from escaping, the harsh glare and agitated sway of his tail making you quietly obey his silent demands.

you’re spread across his lap in mere seconds, his knees digging on your stomach and dangerously close to your weeping pussy. the scales and ridges of his tail wrap around your legs in a vice grip, trapping you in the position. one hand trails sharp nails over your jugular - a silent warning, you think with a shudder, and the other slides down your back before settling on your buttocks.

zhongli’s smirk widen when you jolt, realizing what he was about to give you. what he expected you to take.

“you will count, and for each and every single one, you will apologize.”

“b-but-”

claws dig into your scalp, your back arching desperately to follow his movement. a low snarl rumbles right beside your ear.

“did i stutter, [name]?”

“i’m sorry! i’ll be good! i’ll be g-good-!!”

the tail wrapped around your legs tighten momentarily before a loud slap echo in the room, along with the sting of pain shooting up your spine, staggering your senses. breath hitching, you’re not sure if what came out of your mouth was a cry of pain or pleasure.

“then start counting.”

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#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #zhongli #zhongli x reader #minors dni #yandere #rin writes

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subzeroparade · 6 months

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Vanitas has me in a chokehold. I am OBSSESSED!!!!! What do you suppose Godwyn's relationship was with his father and mother? I am desperate for headcanons 🥺 It's so interesting because, after the revelation of Messmer potentially being the unwanted child, I wonder what it's like being the queen's favorite, Marika's most beloved child, the demigod everyone in the lands truly loved (aside from Miquella, of course), like holy shit.

Thank you! If you’ve read Vanitas, then I think you have them all lol. Almost all the headcanons I think are worth sharing tend to make it into my writing.

Since Vanitas includes flashbacks to Godwyn’s youth, his relationship with his parents varies as he ages. But most of the fic deals with Godwyn coming into his “prime”, or almost - though not as self-assured as he is in Narrow Porcelain Plinth of Flesh - so there’s a period of realisation/maturation he goes through based largely on 1) the recognition of one’s parents’ mortality/fragility (in the case of Godfrey) and 2) separation from and rejection of the ideals/values/notions imposed by parents (in the case of Marika) and being willing to, quite literally, disappoint a parent, and their idea of a legacy, to become fully oneself. Making peace with the dragons is the one big, consequential rebellion among all of Godwyn’s more meaningless little ones in the face of the future laid out for him.

But as a young god I headcanon him as a mama’s boy lmao.

(And in a similar vein to Miquella, I think - who in my writing/headcanon is very close to Godwyn - in the sense that Miquella is driven to do what pleases his father, take up his interests and his mantle, only to later find himself fundamentally let down by it all. I like to imagine the Greater Will’s influence having a sort of depersonalising effect on Marika/Radagon - stripping them of their more recognisably human qualities - and even in that utmost expression of godhood, both Godwyn and Miquella looked at their respective mother/father/god, and decided they didn’t want that to be their legacy.)

To your point about Messmer - I am inclined to try and piece things together with the DLC only while playing it, so I haven’t really speculated or given much thought to Messmer’s place in the whole thing - but I am excited to see how that adds another layer of complexity to the melodrama of this fucked up family •ᴗ•

Ty for the ask! Here’s a (WIP stage) panel from an age-old unfinished thing of Godwyn’s tomb effigy.

#ask #writing #elden ring #godwyn the golden #I am compelled by this idea of godwyn both wanting to carve his own path and not be the golden child (at least in the beginning)#but also refusing to rock the boat or change anything about what displeases him in mother's rule #vanitas is also about that: fortissax convincing godwyn to try ruling as himself #and not in the shadow of his parents' respective legacies #he has long come of age and now he's gotta make dinner himself

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icharchivist · 5 months

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all this talk I've read through of anon talking about how horrified Orologia would be of Danchou dating Siete has made me curious how horrified would they be about the idea of dating Lobelia.

Clearly Siete is terrifying because of the whole Boundary stuff and how much tinkering it took to make him a "decent to questionable guy" but Lobelia..... That's just. "He's a serial killer but he Promised Not To Anymore because i asked him very nicely after kicking his ass." I think they'd just faint on the spot.

And You not covering Evokers is really funny considering the preview had Threat Levels on a lot of characters but at Least Lobelia and Nier would be pretty high up there too out of the evokers!

HELPP

hi hey welcome to my humble house (and the anons', mostly the anons,)

We discuss Seofon a lot because some of the anons have big crushes on him so he becomes our topic of interest most of the time, thus why we mostly discussed the "dating them would be so painful for Orologia" angle with him.

but you're 100% correct. Orologia would totally have an attack if MC ended up dating Lobelia i mean. Their baby D:

It was mentioned Logia can't really influence things that are reliant on the Astrals and the Primal Beasts and it's why they had to let things play out in some way, and i would imagine the Evokers for instance fall in this category because of how linked to their summons they are -- especially Lobelia who often tortures people into the Tower after all. so it's likely why they weren't included with "And You" compared to others mortals who have direct impact on others mortals, and Seofon who keeps killing the others dragons.

So maybe Lobelia doesn't have the scope of nearly as bad in mind (or the fact Seofon was a threat on a world destroying basis is more important to him than people being menaces to specific groups) but, regardless to that Orologia would freak out learning that MC trusts him, somewhat, yknow.

At least i could imagine Logia meeting the Evokers and having this moment the gears start turning in their head going "i made a mistake i didn't consider them turn back i need some more simulations--" and the only way to stop them is to have one of the dragons forcefully having to carry them out of the ship

god poor Logia. we really make their lives even more difficult.

#i think it's also why the more morally questionable charas we have are usually related to primals #either primals (like Enyo) or too linked to primals to count (like the Evokers)#but yeah. yeah....#ichareply #shepherdtothestarss #ichafantalks gbf

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andreadesantis3806 · 3 months

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The fact that Rhaenyra was right in her restraint to try and not send the dragons to war. ''When dragons flew to war, everything burned.'' She is right. We saw this episode as a clear proof, soldiers and bannermen will fight, lose, fight, fall upon swords, fire canyons all day but the moment a dragon or two appears, they are no friends or foes, they become one whole collateral damage and the battle ground is nothing compared to the now actual battle happening ove there heads. Dragon fire does not distinguish between friends or foes; it just...burns. The soldiers below; mere mortals can do nothing but get drenched in the rain of blood showering from the sky as Sunfyre and Meleys grapple at each other, cannot do anthing but move away as far as they can from the jets of flames, cannot do anything but panic and run as Meleys throws Vhagar down on the ground; the humongous form of the biggest dragon in the known world squishing everyone and everything like a boulder thrown atop a bed of flowers, They cannot do anything but run and scamper out of the way as Vhagar hauls hereslf up bounding across the field to fly up, her wing talons and feet squishing people like ants. They cannot do anythign but watch as Meleys crashes on a castle and completely destroys the side of it.

That is why restraint is a very necessary element when it comes to a war involving dragons, as Condal said. Impulsiveness or just pure unadulterated fury on dragon back has consequences that ripple through the entire Realm. But they are Targaryens. Their blood runs hot like the flames of their dragons, they are restless and chaotic. They know restraint, but not necessarily knows how to do so.

Also another thing, if they make the Hull brothers sired from Corlys, how are they dragon riders? Corlys is a Velaryon, wheraes Laenor was half-Targaryen so it makes sense to have them hail from Laenor despite his preferences. But dunno, there might be some targaryen ancestry in Corlys' line, as Targaryens and Velaryons are often known to mingle most than other houses, idk.

Also AEMOND'S VALYRIAN? AEGON'S HALF ASSED ATTEMPT TO ASSERT DOMINANCE ONLY TO SPEAK ABSOLUTE GIBBERISH?? I CACKLED.

BUT NO, I NEED RHAENYS BACK IF ONLY TO HOLD RHAENYRA BACK FROM DOING ERRATIC SHIT AS SHE WAS THE WISEST COUNCIL SHE HAD.

POOR SUNFYRE, THE WAY HE IS LITERALLY A PUPPY, BUTTING HIS HEAD AND KEENING AT AEGON, THEN HIS EVERY ATTEMPT TO STAY AFLOAT, AND PROTECT AEGON IM CRYING-

ALYS' SARCASTIC SCOTTISH ACCENT? IM ON MY FCKING KNEES

#house of the dragon #aemond targaryen #rhaenys targaryen #dance of the dragons #battle at rook's rest #aegon ii targaryen #alys rivers

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More Than Our Fathers (Raphael x Demigod!Reader): Chapter 3

Chapter: one, two, three, four, five

Read this on AO3

Summary: You get an unwanted visit from your father and you finally have the opportunity to give him a piece of your mind, though he does the same and scares the Hells out of you. Raphael takes you to the Hells, introduces you to Haarlep, and you basically do the Infernal version of getting married in Las Vegas on a whim.

Word count: 4,441

(AN: Had a lot of fun making up Infernal wedding traditions and yeah, it is one hundred percent inspired by that one scene in House of the Dragon)

TW: Blood

You were considering Raphael’s little marriage proposal: you were considering telling him to stick it where the sun doesn’t shine. The audacity of him…You would not spend centuries trapped in the Hells, when you would finally have the power that you had sought for so long within your grasp. Especially not as Raphael’s doting wife.

You liked Raphael. Despite his nature and his arrogance, the two of you were kindred spirits and he had grown on you throughout the many years that you had known each other. You still thought he was overstepping with his little plan.

Although he was right about one thing: the gods would not take kindly to your newfound powers. You were at a risk if you decided to stay in the Material Plane after claiming your father’s powers, as the gods might strike you down. You would become a threat to them.

A fact that was quickly proven as you fell asleep a couple of nights after your meeting with Raphael.

You suddenly saw a bright light as you were deep in slumber. You blinked in confusion and looked around at your surroundings. Anger started boiling up inside you at the realization of where you were: the Heavens.

Your dear father had suddenly remembered that he had a daughter, it seemed. You had not seen him since those few times he spoke to you when you were still a child. It had been before your mother died. The bastard did not even have the decency to check in on his child after she was essentially made an orphan.

Though here he was now, in front of you with his crystalline face and pale eyes, looking down on you as he had also done then. It angered you to no end that after having been ignored for over a whole millennium, now was the time he decided to show up. He spoke to you in Halruaan rather than in the common tongue.

“My dear daughter…” he greeted you.

You scowled at him.

“What a joke,” you scoffed in Halruaan. “I’m neither dear to you nor have you ever acted like a father to me. What do you want?”

You already knew what he wanted. He felt threatened by what you were doing, and you wanted him to admit it.

“Do you truly hate me so much, child?” Savras asked with a stern voice. “I know the things you have said of me. Are you truly so arrogant? You believe my actions unwise, though have you considered that I simply have seen the grander picture and made my decisions accordingly? You see clearer than any other mortal, and yet, there some things you cannot see and other things you willfully ignore.”

Any ‘other’ mortal, you noted he said. Your father saw you as nothing more than a mortal playing with things she did not understand. His accusation of you being arrogant was also rich coming from him who was currently talking down to you as if you were an insignificant speck.

“Arrogant, am I?” you snapped at him in common and all that hate that you had been keeping inside came rushing to the surface. “If who I am offends you, perhaps you should have been there to raise me. You see everything, isn’t that so, oh wise Savras, the All-Seeing? You knew my mother would die! And you did nothing! I was alone!”

Savras looked down at you with those empty eyes that you remembered from the few times he had spoken to you in your childhood.

“Your mother was supposed to die,” he said in that infuriatingly calm voice of his. “Some things are not to be changed. You know that Sibylla.”

Your eyes started tearing up despite your roaring anger at what he had said.

“Why would you put me in this world, just to be alone?” you spat at him.

“You were not alone. You had guidance from the wizard Melesmer. You were always meant to meet,” Savras said. “It is how it should be.”

“But he died too…” you said, your voice cracking.

“Though he did not die before teaching you the things that he should teach you,” Savras said coldly.

“What things?” you asked frustratedly. “Answer my question! Why did you have me just to let me suffer on the Material Plane? I prayed to you at every temple I could find, for decades, and you never answered me.”

“It is all a part of the greater picture, dearest daughter,” Savras explained. “You are immortal, and loneliness is the curse to the blessing. You will not remedy that by clinging to this…hellish half-breed, this cambion of yours. His interference in your life will only bring destruction and chaos. I have seen it.”

For some reason, it angered you even further to hear him speak of Raphael in such a manner.

“Devil,” you corrected angrily. “He’s a devil, not a ‘half-breed’ and not a cambion. And he has been there for me more than you ever have, father.”

“He will lead you to ruin, Sibylla,” Savras warned. “You will discourage him from taking the Crown of Karsus, and you will leave him and the Scepter of Savras alone. If you do not, there will be grave consequences. You are playing with the fates of a lot of mortals, child. I will not abide it.”

You sneered at him.

“How dare you demand anything of me!” you hissed at him. “So, this is what it takes for you to finally act instead of passively letting fate pass you by? You can send me back. No doubt Mystra and Azuth misses their loyal dog.”

Savras’ eyes turned thunderous, and you could physically feel the ground underneath you shake as he spoke. You felt genuine fear for the first time in centuries.

“You will heed my warnings!” he roared. “I am breaking my own principles to warn you, you arrogant child! When I look into the future I see a void, and it will come to pass if you continue down this road. I will not be able to save you from gods, devils, or mortals, should you be ignorant enough to go through with this.”

You were terrified in the face of your father’s wrath, but your stubbornness forced you to try and keep a brave face.

“Send me back,” you said quietly.

Savras raised his hand and scowled at you.

“If you cannot stop this because I tell you to,” he said. “Then think of what Melesmer would have said.”

Savras sent you back with a flick of his wrist and you woke up in your bed covered in sweat.

The next day, Raphael came by to hear if you had changed your mind. You were pacing around your tower in Waterdeep like a trapped animal. There was no doubt about it: your father had delivered a threat from the gods to you. There was a real possibility that they would strike you down, even before you got your hands on the scepter. You were getting paranoid.

The fear of dying is usually a foreign concept to an immortal, and you were experiencing the feeling for the first time in your life. It was terrifying. You did not even hear Raphael appear because you were so lost in thought. You jumped when he put a hand on your shoulder to stop your pacing.

“Whatever is the matter?” he asked confused and looked at your wide-eyed expression.

“We’re doing it,” you said hurriedly. “And we are doing it now. I’m moving in with you.”

Raphael raised an eyebrow.

“Doing what precisely?” he asked.

“What do you think?” you said frustratedly. “We are getting married. I’m moving in and I am getting out of this realm as fast as possible.”

“What has gotten into you? Calm down, dear,” Raphael said.

You spoke in a lowered voice, as if the gods might be eavesdropping. It made no sense, but your mind was running on anxiety.

“My father visited me last night,” you said. “He warned me about all of this, about the consequences, about you. Not only did he warn me, but it sounded like an actual threat. Please…just take me to Avernus.”

Raphael seemed slightly surprised but nodded. He snapped and the both of you appeared in the House of Hope.

You explained it all to him. How your father had approached you for the first time in millennia and how he warned you about what would happen if you went through with it. You were quickly convinced that staying on the Material Plane was not the way to go.

You weren’t a fan of the idea of marrying Raphael, but the more he clarified and explained how it would work, the more at ease you felt. It seemed simple enough and Raphael went into every little detail of what he expected of you.

You would act like his wife to the public, you would share a bed or at the very least a room when you slept, and you would put on a convincing performance, or the plan would crumble. The devils of the Hells had a good nose for deceit.

Your eventual divorce would be easy enough: it was simply dependent on a verbal agreement between the two of you as well. All you had to do was to mutually come to the agreement that you no longer wished to be married.

You both agreed that the wedding ritual would be performed as quickly as possible so you both could get to work. Luckily, Raphael was ordained to perform the ritual himself, as he was the child of an Archdevil, so you could get it over with in private and without anyone else there.

What you were not a fan of was the outcome of the ritual itself. Raphael explained that you would bear a mark that marked you as his and that particular detail made it hard to swallow your pride.

“I will be marked?” you asked.

“It would not be visible to you,” Raphael explained. “It is merely a formality, really. It is proof that you belong to me.”

“Like a dog-collar…” you commented with a tight-lipped smile. “Will it say, ‘Please return to Raphael if lost’ in Infernal as well?”

Raphael sighed.

“There is little difference between a mark and the rings that mortals give each other,” Raphael explained with a shrug. “Both signal ownership beneath all the tradition and symbolism.”

“Well, there is a difference,” you said. “You won’t bear a mark as well, will you?”

“It is a question of hierarchy,” Raphael explained. “As you are not even a fiend, I outrank you. I cannot make exceptions for you, dear. We will no doubt make a controversial couple as it is…And speaking of ownership, there is another topic that might be uncomfortable for you to discuss that I must bring up as well.”

“Which is?” you asked.

“Sex,” Raphael said casually. “Neither of us are the other unfaithful. We are not to bring other people into our marriage, it is simply too risky for what we are doing.”

“Are you serious?” you asked with a sigh. “Not even if it’s really discreet and someone we can trust?”

“You might as well learn this now,” Raphael said with a raised finger to emphasize his point. “There is no one in the Nine Hells that you can trust. I will keep using Haarlep to sate my needs if you do not wish to, and you are free to do the same, but no one else is to be involved.”

You shook your head.

“I’m not stupid, I know how incubi work. You can keep Haarlep to yourself,” you said. “And I’m not having sex with you either.”

“As you wish,” Raphael replied.

It was a tough pill to swallow, but if sex was the price to pay for security, power, and not getting struck down by the gods, then you could live with it.

“Speaking of Haarlep,” you said. “When will I meet them? I’ve heard you complain so much about them that I feel like I already know them.”

Raphael shrugged and got up from his seat. He beckoned you to follow him.

He took you to a room you had never been in: his bedroom. It was extravagant to the point of excessiveness. You immediately noticed the large pool in the middle of the room.

“Bit much, don’t you think?” you teased Raphael quietly.

He looked at you briefly and rolled his eyes before calling for Haarlep.

“Haarlep!”

“Mmmh?” someone said from further inside the room. It was the unmistakable sound of someone just waking up from a nap.

“We have guests,” Raphael said harshly. “Put on a robe before you enter.”

You took in the room while you waited for Haarlep.

“We’re getting drapes,” you said quietly to Raphael.

“Excuse me?” Raphael said and raised an eyebrow at you.

“You heard me,” you said. “You might be used to there being no night in Avernus, but I’m not.”

“You will get used to it, surely,” Raphael said.

“You can see in the dark anyway, so it matters little to you,” you countered. “You will get used to it. We are getting drapes.”

“Fine,” he sighed and then impatiently called for Haarlep again. “HAARLEP!”

“Always so impatient!” a very familiar voice drawled, making you furrow your brow in confusion.

Haarlep appeared in a black silk robe with red flower detailing. Their eyes lit up and their jaw fell slightly at seeing you.

“No, it can’t be,” Haarlep said excitedly. “Am I finally getting the honor of meeting the little goddess Raphael keeps talking about?”

Your face was frozen in a wide-eyed expression with a smile that was both confused and endlessly amused on your face as you looked Haarlep up and down.

Raphael had neglected to tell you a pretty crucial detail about Haarlep: that they were wearing his form. Not only that, but they also looked exactly like how Raphael had looked when you met him for the very first time in Halruaa all those years ago.

You turned your head to Raphael with the same frozen expression on your face. Raphael narrowed his eyes at you as if warning you to thread carefully. Bullying material for the next few centuries had just been served to you on a silver platter.

“How nice to meet you Haarlep…” you said and turned your attention back on them. “Excuse my reaction, but I didn’t expect you to be…well…him.”

“Oh, don’t insult me,” Haarlep purred and pulled you into a tight hug as if the two of you had known each other for forever.

You froze slightly in their embrace. You had never been hugged by Raphael before and it was odd to be embraced by his body like that. You also felt a bit too much of Raphael’s anatomy through the robe, making you move back a bit. Haarlep let you go from the embrace but kept resting their arms around your neck.

“I have heard so much about you, darling,” Haarlep purred and studied your face. “You are even prettier than I imagined and trust me he has gone on and on about you—”

Raphael interrupted Haarlep by clearing his throat and glaring daggers at them. Haarlep smiled mischievously to him over your shoulder.

You studied Haarlep’s face as well. It was so odd to see Raphael’s young face again. You had almost forgotten how he looked underneath all the glamour. Haarlep smiled at you.

“Look how young you looked once…” you said to Raphael over your shoulder. “You were kind of cute.”

Raphael was looking at the both of you with a tired expression.

“Hah!” Haarlep laughed. “I like her already. Can we keep her?”

“She is moving in, and we are doing the union ritual tomorrow,” Raphael replied smoothly. “Which means that you will move into the guest room and only enter here when called upon from this day forward. Do you understand?”

“Whatever for?” Haarlep asked with a slight pout. “Surely she wouldn’t mind sleeping between the two of us…”

Haarlep smiled at you, and you felt a hand slide down your back, making you shiver and take another step away from them.

“Oh, there will be none of that,” you quickly said, politely but firmly to them. “I’m not interested, Haarlep.”

“Oh, we’ll see,” They said with a sultry expression. “Because I am very interested, and I think that you will also find that I am very persuasive, little goddess…”

“Haarlep,” Raphael warned firmly.

“Yes, yes, yes,” Haarlep said and sighed dramatically. “I will move my things to the guest room.”

Haarlep sauntered through the room.

“Oh,” they said and paused to look back at Raphael. “And congratulations on the engagement, of course, you lucky boy.”

Haarlep gave you one last glance before leaving you and Raphael alone in the boudoir.

The both of you were quiet for a moment.

“Well…that was interesting,” you said. “Do you seriously mean for us to start sleeping together in the same bed already?”

“Yes,” Raphael said casually. “Is there a problem with that?”

“It’s just that I thought we could wait until you have the Crown and all that,” you said.

“We might as well start becoming more comfortable with each other now,” Raphael said. “It will make it seem more natural once we have to keep up our little charade.”

“Alright…” you said and shrugged. “Gods, I can’t believe I’m getting fake-married tomorrow…It will just be the two of us, right?”

“There is nothing ‘fake’ about it, dear,” Raphael said and smiled. “We are getting married tomorrow. And correct…just the two of us.”

“It’s weird. Isn’t it weird?” you asked, clearly sounding nervous. “Why are you so calm about this?”

“I suppose I have had more time to make peace with the idea than you have,” Raphael said calmly. “Why, is the blushing bride getting cold feet?”

“Oh shut up…” you said quietly. “This is a perfectly sensible thing to be scared about.”

“It is merely a political alliance, my dear,” Raphael said. “The terms of it are entirely up to you. I would never force you to do anything.”

“You know I’d tear you apart if you tried to,” you said and started walking in circles.

You took a deep breath.

“Just a political alliance…” you mumbled to yourself as a mantra.

After a long day of talking every little detail of your future arrangement through, you were both exhausted and went to bed. Raphael wasted no time starting to undress once you got to the boudoir.

“Whoa, wait a moment,” you said. “Are you taking all your clothes off?”

Raphael paused and looked at you as he was halfway through unbuttoning his shirt. He had already discarded his doublet.

“Did you expect us to sleep fully clothed?” he asked with a smile. “You are free to avert your gaze if the view offends you.”

You wrinkled your nose at him and looked away, while you slipped into bed.

“I’m sleeping in mine,” you said. “I’m not getting naked in front of you. You can add a screen to the list of things we need for the boudoir, along with the drapes, which I can’t help but notice still haven’t been put up.”

You heard a ‘poof’ from where he was standing. You glanced at him. He had changed into his devil form.

“You’re kidding, surely,” you said. “You’re not sleeping in that form, are you?”

“Sibylla…” Raphael said tiredly. “Do you intend to complain about every little thing I do?”

“Yes,” you said without hesitation. “If I feel as much as a tip of a wing, or horn, or any other limb for that matter, while I sleep, I might just freeze it off.”

Raphael slipped into bed beside you.

“Do you wish to know what I think?” Raphael asked as he laid down beside you, facing you.

“No.”

“You are pestering me because you are terrified,” Raphael said anyway. “In fact, I am not sure I have ever seen you as rattled as you have been today. Is it merely that we are getting married tomorrow or does your little meeting with your father have something to do with it as well?”

You sighed and stared up at the ceiling.

“Both,” you said. “I can’t believe that I’m going to be stuck here…”

“I could comfort you and tell you that there are worse places to be stuck, but we both know that would be a lie,” Raphael said and stretched his limbs before closing his eyes with a sigh. “But rest assured that I will do everything in my power to make sure your stay here is as comfortable as it can be. It will only be a few centuries. It will have passed before you know it.”

“Hm,” you hummed.

It didn’t take long before Raphael fell asleep. You couldn’t sleep for all the thoughts going through your head. It was all so much to take in.

The next day the both of you got dressed in white clothing for the ritual. You in a white dress and Raphael in a simple white pants and ruffled shirt. You weren’t quite sure why that was a part of it. Perhaps Infernal weddings were steeped in just as much tradition as mortal weddings were.

Raphael had talked you through the whole thing before you even started. You decided to do it on the balcony. There were two daggers laid out on the table beside you and you were standing in front of each other.

You placed your hands flatly against Raphael’s as he had explained. Your hands were slightly shaking. Raphael smirked when he felt it. He interlaced his fingers with you instead and held your hands.

“Breathe,” he said.

You nodded and closed your eyes for a moment. You had no idea why you were so nervous. You had made up your mind about doing it, but still it made you so anxious. You took a deep inhale and then exhaled.

“Should we start?” Raphael asked calmly.

“Sure,” you said quietly.

Raphael said a few short sentences in Infernal before getting a dagger from the table. He placed the blade of the dagger between your left hand and his right hand that was intertwined with it. He said a few words again before pressing his palm against yours and pulling the dagger out. You winced when you felt it cut into your flesh, but you didn’t move.

He nodded to you, gesturing for it being your turn. You moved your bloodied hand from his to grab the other dagger to put it between your right hand and his left. He said some more words and you pulled the dagger away, cutting the both of you deeply just like before.

You held both of your bloody hands flatly to his while he mumbled some more sentences in Infernal. The blood was steadily dripping from your hands. The bloodshed wasn’t over yet though. There was one final step.

You both grabbed a dagger each and came closer to each other. You felt your heart beating slightly faster despite yourself as you briefly looked him in the eyes. He parted his lips, and you held his chin and placed the tip on the blade to his bottom lip. He did the same to you. You both cut at the same time before dropping the daggers onto the table again.

You could see the blood was dripping down his chin and you could feel your own running down yours. You were so close to each other’s faces. You placed your bloody hands on his shoulders, and he placed his on your hips. You looked each other in the eyes, though Raphael’s eyes sometimes flicked to your lips with a look of hunger in them.

He spoke the last couple of sentences in Infernal. There was a breathier quality to his way of speaking, and you could feel his breath on your skin because you were so close. When he was done speaking the words, he leaned forwards and kissed you.

You had been told to give it your all, so you did. Your lips parted for him, and you felt his tongue invade your mouth, tasting your blood. You did the same to him. Though it felt odd to kiss someone on the lips that you had known for so long, you had to admit that there was something deeply sinful and exciting about the act of it.

You suddenly flinched when you felt your left arm starting to burn slightly. Raphael grabbed it and ran his thumb over it, never releasing the kiss. You whined slightly at the sensation.

“Shhh,” he shushed against your lips. “It will be over in a moment.”

His lips met yours again and the kiss was softer this time as you felt the burning sensation become worse. You dug your nails into his shoulders as the pain peaked and passed. Only when he could feel you loosen your grip on him did he release the kiss.

“There,” he said and looked you in the eyes.

The two of you were still standing close to each other and you noticed you were still holding onto his shoulders. You let go of him and stepped back.

“So, it’s done?” you asked. “We’re married?”

“We are,” he said and grabbed some cloth from the table to wrap around your hands that were still dripping with blood.

You rolled up your sleeve with your free hand and looked at the spot where you had felt the burning. There was raised scars depicting Infernal letters around your forearm. Raphael looked at them before continuing to wrap your hand.

“The scars will heal, and the mark will not be visible to you once it has,” he explained. “Only devils will be able to see it.”

You looked at the strange letters in wonder.

“What does it even say?” you asked.

Raphael smiled.

“’Please return to Raphael if lost’, of course,” he said.

You gave him a light slap on his shoulder with your free hand, and immediately regretted it when you felt the scar in your palm hurt. Raphael chuckled.

“It says which layer the union took place on and who you are married to,” he explained.

“Hm,” you said and looked him up and down.

It suddenly made sense why you both wore the white clothing. You were both soaked with blood, and it made a pretty contrast against the white. The symbolism of ruining something pure with blood also fit perfectly into the culture of the Hells. There was something morbidly beautiful about it.

As he finished up wrapping your hands, you looked up at him.

“So, what now?” you asked.

Raphael smiled.

“A bath, a drink, and then we get to work,” he said.

#raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #raphael x reader #bg3 raphael #bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 fanfiction

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veryace-ficrecs · 4 months

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Zuko Fic Recs

This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)

When in Doubt, Go to the Library by Returquoise - Rated T

"I am Wan Shi Tong, He Who Knows Ten Thousand Things, and this is my library, my domain," he answered instead, "Who are you, mortal?" The boy hesitated but answered, "I... was Prince Zuko of the Fire Nation. My... the Fire Lord has banished me, with no recourse to return." aka Wan Shi Tong adopts Zuko AU

5 times Zuko called the Avatar Grandpa… by SeleneMoon - Rated G

...and 1 time Aang asked why Hopefully updating every two days.

hello moon, it's me by chaoticsandstorm - Rated M

"There a lot of things about Zuko that the servants ignore. He is half-way between skins now. He shed the old one and hasn’t grown into the new one, trapped between worlds and skins and identities. Some days he feels more like Li the war-child refugee than Zuko, the Fire Lord." Zuko attempts to lead his nation into peace, kicking and screaming in protest. He discovers what it means to survive a war- and a childhood- that no one ever wanted or expected him to.

Scriven Me Softly by SensationalSunburst - Rated G

“It’s a piece of history,” He argued and she was, as always, shocked at the rolling gravel that flowed quietly from his mouth, “We must preserve it.” And Mae, who’d spent hours scrubbing the ghost of bloodied fingerprints from her brushes and days willing the scratch of pen to paper to drown out the sound of the Fire Princess's wailing; had looked at the child clutching ruined parchment to his chest and suddenly understood like a punch to the jaw why Prince Iroh had to be physically restrained from murdering his brother in cold blood. Or The early days of Firelord Zuko's reign as described by his Royal Stenographer.

blade of silver, forge of blue by MikkiOfTheAnbu - Rated T

“Blessed Spirit, we thank you for the gift of this child’s life. We are forever in your debt.” The whole village is kneeling now, even the tiniest toddlers flopped down on their stomachs doing their best approximation of a bow. “Please, won’t you give us a name to call you? We would like to properly express our gratitude.” Oh. Well shit. (Where Zuko saves a little Earth Kingdom girl from drowning, the villagers think he's a Spirit, build him a shrine, and long story short, a fake story about the Blue Spirit who dances with dragons suddenly becomes very real.)

Perfection is Overrated by JaggedCliffs - Rated G

For his first thirteen years, Zuko was raised in a palace. And yet somehow, it's the three years outside the Fire Nation that seem to count more – at least to the palace staff, who act like he's been raised by fox-wolves. At first, this only annoys Zuko. Until he begins to think that the Fire Nation needs more than a formerly-banished prince.

What the Fire Lord did to his Son by hearmerory - Rated T

Toph knew the story. Every Earth Kingdom child did. About how the prince of the Fire Nation had been burned in front of an audience of hundreds, and then sent away to sail Earth Kingdom waters on a pointless search. The Earth Kingdom knew the kind of man the Fire Lord was. And Toph knew the kind of boy the Fire Prince had been.

The Cavern and the Koi Pond by Rosie447 - Rated G

The last thing Zuko remembered clearly was being on the bridge in the North Pole, and losing his grip on the railing with the sudden realization that offering mercy to the man who’d thrown fire at his back the last time he’d beaten him was perhaps not amongst his best ideas. Or, Zhao takes Zuko's hand and pulls. The Spirit World is not entirely sure what to do with the unexpected stowaway.

How to Make a Spirit Fox by DevinePhoenix - Rated G

Everyone is born with animal features, a reflection of the spirit animal that represents their soul. Zuko is born as a fox in a royal family of cats. Also at some point he impersonates a spirit so well no one believes him when he says that he's not.

put the weight on me by orphan_account - Rated T

“I think he’s sick.” Bato says flatly. “So unless you want the next meeting to include the Fire Lord puking all over the budget scrolls, maybe see if he's okay?” Hakoda glances up the hallway, like perhaps Katara will appear and take over dealing with the prickly teenager. Of course, his daughter is off treating injured refugees with the Avatar, and Bato is still staring at him expectantly, arms crossed. “Fine,” He sighs, and he claps Bato on the cheek before heading into the room. Or: Zuko falls ill not long after Ozai's defeat. Hakoda sits with him and learns some unpleasant truths about his childhood.

fulminate by entropy_muffin - Rated T

The sun sets on the Day of Black Sun. The coronation is held at dawn.

We Are All Doomed by renegade_of_theworld - Rated G

Palace staff has VERY bad timing... they think that Fire Lord Zuko will kill them all. Zuko doesn't know what is going on. OR Palace staff gossips. And it looks like Fire Lord Zuko is worse than Ozai.

things lost in the fire by earlgreylover98 - Rated G

The wanted poster had the scar on the wrong side.

Maybe he didn’t care enough to look at the poster before it got sent out. Or maybe, Ozai didn’t actually remember which side of his son’s face he had burned off all those years ago. Zuko wasn’t sure what was worse. Ozai had know which side the scar was on. He had to remember. Right?

In which Zuko isn't sure Ozai knows which side of his face he burnt off and it sends him spiraling.

#veryace recs #avatar the last airbender #zuko #prince zuko #atla zuko #ao3 fic recs #fanfic recs #ao3

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loving-family-poll · 9 months

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Ultimate Incest Tournament - Round 1

Propaganda under the cut:

Charlie/Charlie:

literally the blueprint. it's implied that charles once had a quasi-incestuous relationship with his sister (charlie's mother) and once she got married put all his affection into the child that was named for him

She tries to get him convicted of murder, he tries to kill her. the whole thing is wrapped in a metaphor about growing up and sexual maturity and the rot at the center of the normal all-american family. their final conflict takes place on a train which is. uh. if you know anything about hitchcock. that's. that's a phallus. whatever they have going on is so much weirder than if they just fucked nasty.

They parallel each other and understand each other to a point where there's some unexplained telepathy happening and they are framed by the camera as love interests, whereas her scenes with her love interest are shot as if something's off about them

Uncle Charlie says she's the thing he loves most in the world and gives her a ring

They have a folger-esque 'no, I don't need any presents, you're here' scene

She's very happy to have her friends see them together and both act jealous when the other is being approached by someone else.

They beat the Hays Code and walked so Stoker and House of the Dragon could run

They repeatedly say they're more like twins than an uncle and niece

"Because we're not just an uncle and a niece. It's something else."

Damon/Stefan:

mortal enemies and lovers forever <3

one of the characters in the show said 'they fight like dogs but they would die for each other' and i haven't been normal about them since. so much angst and hatefucking potential with these two

Damon dedicated his life to making Stefan’s miserable. Damon only becomes interested in his canon love interest when he realizes that Stefan likes her too. They both blame each other for ruining each other’s life miserable. They look like they’re about to fuck every single time they’re on screen. Stefan thinks about Damon during sex and vice versa

Stefan LITERALLY COMMITTED MURDER-SUICIDE SO DAMON COULD BE HAPPY AND THEY REUNITED IN HEAVEN SAMDEAN STYLE.

youtube.com/watch?v=Yai7UyRyF5I

youtube.com/watch?v=S09Nsj3s4K0

youtube.com/watch?v=eUqUjiY34yI

#tournament polls #tumblr polls #incest poll #charlie/charlie #shadow of a doubt #damon/stefan #the vampire diaries #tw incest #round 1

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archonfurina · 5 months

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why do you ship neuvifuri? /g this ship is just lost on me because i didn’t read any of their interactions as romantic — i just wanna understand why it’s such a popular ship 😭😭😭

Hii okay so I don't usually like 'defending' my otp but because you seem to genuinely want to know I'll answer. But I'm also curious if you ship anyone in Fontaine because none of them had any romantic interactions. Least of all Neuvillette. But anyway, the following are my own opinions and I can't say if everyone else sees them the same way.

I put off doing Fontaine questline for months, because I had lost interest in Genshin so I missed all fandom reactions etc, I don't know how popular whatever ships are. When I finally played it, I was neutral about things until the final archon quest. When that Focalors cutscene happened with Neuvillette, my eyes kinda opened. I shipped them first before Neuvifuri. His openly shocked/upset/devastated reactions to her were something new, since he hardly emoted before and we hadn't really seen his feelings. And the way he talked about Furina to Focalors, with so much concern and care for her because she's only human with such a huge burden. So then I went on my other account and replayed the whole questline to record it for gifs, because I'd fallen in love with Furina and her story.

They ruled Fontaine together for 400 years. Furina called Neuvillette to serve as the Iudex (though it was Focalors' idea), and Furina taught him to love humanity and open himself up to people. He's like her familiar the way Dvalin is Venti's and Yae Miko is Ei's. Whether it's platonic or romantic, they're each other's most important person and they love and care for each other. In the AQ, Neuvillette becomes increasingly frustrated with Furina because she isn't letting him in and is being secretive. Yet he keeps closing his eyes (literally, in some cases) to Furina's pain, like he's done for hundreds of years.

Neuvillette is enchanted by Furina's performances on stage, and wanted her to return there in Furina's story quest, and said his appreciation of her was always genuine and he wishes she knew that. Even in his voice line about her he says if she were to return to the stage, he would attend the performance and give her his heartfelt applause.

He gave her a special vision, possibly the first vision since he gained his full powers. If you look closer, it has dragon claws on it.

In the AQ, Furina fooling the heavenly principles wouldn't have worked without Neuvillette. He forgave the people of Fontaine and together they prevented the prophecy. Even though it was all Focalor's plan, and Furina did the hardest part, if Furina hadn't made Neuvillette care for the people it wouldn't have worked.

Immediately after the AQ when Furina had to leave Palais Mermonia, he got her a new apartment, and he said he will provide her with food, clothing, travel, whatever she wants. Meanwhile Furina's voice lines say it's been a while since she went to the Palais and that she thinks it's better for the both of them. Ouch. She's even avoiding him in Liyue.

There's insane angst and potential for a tragic ship. Furina lied to him for centuries, and now thinks it's better if they don't meet. She was incredibly lonely yet she couldn't confide in him, her closest friend. She's now mortal as well, whereas Neuvillette is a dragon. So she can actually get hurt, and die.

Plus they're beautiful together. They have matching color schemes, height difference, they have amazing synergy in combat. Their in-game abilities complement each other. Like they were made for each other.

#anonymous #answered #neuvifuri #she's the sunshine girl and he's the silent type #i love that as well

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dailydemonspotlight · 4 months

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If you want more confusing demons to work with, I highly recommend Seth

Seth - Day 43 (Request)

Race: Vile

Alignment: Dark-Chaos

May 21st, 2024

Ancient Egyptian mythology is weird, even as far as most mythologies go. Vastly different tales and retellings form a winding game of telephone that makes the truth of already obscure myths hard to track, but if one thing is for sure, the myths we do know about paint a fascinating picture of intertwined lives and cycles of life, death, and rebirth. If there's one group of figures prominent throughout, however, it'd have to be the central pantheon, and easily the most antagonistic of that group could be extrapolated into today's Demon of the Day, Seth.

The desert winds are controlled by this divine lord of chaos, one who represents and stands for the great sands of Egypt, sandstorms, and the harsh reality of nature and survival as a whole. Set could easily be seen as the main villain of Egyptian mythology, but like most things in mythology, it's not quite that simple- in Ancient Egypt, he actually appeared to be a figure who was cruel but not ignoble, and even assisted humanity at times. Earlier versions of the myth of Ra state that he actually helped fight off the great serpent Apep when the sun god traveled through the murky depths of the afterlife during night, but this appears to have been phased out as time went on.

A part of why Set is now viewed as outright evil, as many historians believe, is due to his role as an usurper- Set was a prick, to say the least, even in his more sympathetic iterations. In the myth of Osiris, a myth commonly seen as the most important in Ancient Egyptian literature, he is the one who was responsible for the death and mutilation of Osiris due to wanting the throne the god of Fertility held. Of course, Osiris's sister-wife Isis, (yes, Egyptian mythology had a lot of incest. I don't know why,) ended up recovering the pieces of Osiris... save for, ehm, the family jewels, but Set's role in this story has not gone unnoticed throughout the years.

Set was bastardized, quite simply, and literally, into being an outright villain. This isn't to say he wasn't an absolute prick, of course, but as the mythology went on, he went from a foul-mannered but still noble figure to a character comparable to the Devil. Ironically, he ended up getting intermixed with his mortal enemy Apep, and given his lack of a physical animal that isn't... ambiguous, to say the least, a lot of depictions of him end up portraying him as a serpent or dragon himself. An ironic twist of fate, given his hatred of the dragon he was eternal enemies with, but alas, that's what history does to you.

Also notable is Set's association with foreigners and xenophobia- due to his added-on role later in Egyptian history as becoming the god of vagrants, he became inherently more villainous due to the xenophobia prevalent throughout a good majority of history, not just in egypt. Even now, the fear of foreigners paints him in an even deeper shade of black, making him look as though he was a villain through-and-through.

In SMT, his first depiction actually dates back before even the first game- no, he originates in Digital Devil Story 2, wherein he ends up teaming up with Apep and Typhon and becoming the main villain of said story. Now, I haven't read the Digital Devil Story series, unfortunately, but from what I can tell, his depiction in the series has mostly gone unchanged from the origin of the series itself. True to the common conflation of Set and Apep, the depiction of this overlord of desert sands is very draconic, being a black wyvern. In earlier games, he was even more explicitly snake-like, as noted in his portrayal in DDS2.

In Megami Tensei, up until SMT II, his design was almost Dragon Ball adjacent, which is frankly bizarre to me, but I kinda dig it.

Throughout the series, Set has been a powerful physical attacker typically in the mid-late game, and he's appeared in almost all entries to-date, including spinoffs like Persona. He's a very important figure in the series as well, having some story significance to my knowledge in one or two of the games, specifically in, you guessed it, SMT II.

Overall, Seth's appearance and lore make a fascinating deep-dive into mythology, as well as the history of Shin Megami Tensei in and of itself!

#shin megami tensei #smt #megaten #persona #daily #ask #seth #set

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Do you have any headcanons of child!Aegon ii based on the books

Oooooo child Aegon II! I haven't thought about it much, but let me try write something up. 👀 Child!Aegon II Headcanons ◈ Aegon II's birth would be very much anticipated and fretted at the same time. Aegon was 100% a very spoiled prince as a child in the book, the first surviving son of the King, who was the pride of his mother and shown around everywhere. He was absolutely a pretty baby that had a charm to him and he probably grew to have a fitting atittude to it. ◈ I know that he had competitions with Helaena and Aemond for their mother's (and father's too until some point) attention. Until he decided to have them as his underlings, lmao. He was building his Green Empire as a kid when he first learned how to play house with them. Aemond never understood why the heck he has to be Helaegon's baby, poor thing 😂 ◈ That is a snarky little child. There was a day where baby Aegon saw Daemon being snarky to Mom or something and he accidentally stepped on uncle's toes. OR, even better, he sent even younger Aemond to step on Daemon's toes. Book!Viserys finds it hilarious actually. Book!Daemon found his mortal enemy in 5 year old. ◈ At some point Aegon does understand the court and the different lords who support different factions give him different messages. Those who are closer to his half-sister seem a bit cooler in their praise and generally he finds himself in a dissonance. He grows to dislike Rhaenyra pretty quick, as they aren't close and now it seems like she's the reason people dislike him. He starts becoming a more pouty and rebellious child. ◈ He certainly wants to outdo other people so claiming Sunfyre was the thing for him. "My sister has a yellow dragon..... hoW ABOUT I GET A GOLD ONE" like damn is it ever that serious? for him it is. He's in awe of Sunfyre and loves him immediately though, very much a point of pride for him that cements him the cool brother who claimed a wild dragon. His siblings follow suit in inspiration. he kinda mad they outdo him with their dragons' sizes though lol ◈ Eventually he becomes sullen over the whole situation he is in (politically at court and personally in his family) and changes into the adult that he is, a lot more resentful and conflicted, but he was a bright child, with his own charm and talents and should things have been different, should he have been raised without such contempt in the air, maybe he would have turned out differently.

#aegon ii targaryen #my headcanons #answered #hotd

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First Ninja can easily defeat Chase during Heylin Eclipse. If he finds out about this phenomenon, will he take advantage of the opportunity?

Well, perhaps not easily, but his chances of winning certainly rocket from 15-25% to like, 75-85%!

The thing is, we do not know many details about Heylin Eclipse, the only sure thing is that Chase seems to be unable to use magic freely (but he still can participate in showdowns and use Wu, which imo require some?? sort of minimal magical capacity) and transform into his dragon/lizard form. It also seems that the same magic usually assists Chase in being/reacting faster, since he is easily caught by Wuya (but she is also weakened?? so). Does it just takes away that buff he acquired since becoming Heylin or is the Eclipse actively nerfing him (making him sluggish)?

However, just as Chase himself said, despite lack/suppression of Heylin magic, he is not helpless - he has strategy and experience on his side and not to mention probably 100 tricks up his sleeve AND its one of the rare instances his motto of 'using Wu as a crutch' is nowhere to be seen, because he literally had Serpent's Tail hidden in his gauntlet! (talk about aces in sleeves huh!)

(I kind of wish there was a bit more of that smart and experienced Chase in the episode, instead of what happened.)

So that's mostly the reason why I think First won't get a win too easily. But of course the main question is would he even use that opportunity? TBH I don't think he will go out of his way to do it.

(kinda radnom babbling on under cut, u can ignore it, the point of anwer was said xD)

In my mind, after First VS Chase event, First is too busy doing his stuff to actively worry about Chase. I mean, this guy still has a Sorcerer locked under his town attracting/causing chaos and monsters, and a Ninjanomicon to write and to prepare the future generations to keep Sorcerer locked and Norrisville safe, and probably other dozen things he has to worry about (and unlike Chase, First got only this mortal life and time to deal with it all, lol).

And while, sure, while Chase is a menace and a threat to any capable warrior, Chase also has been around for so long: he has clearly established his place in Hierarchy of Dark forces loooooong before Ninja came around. And yet while participating in wars and causing trouble, he is yet to be the supreme overlord of the world or whatever, so?? Chase kinda leads an existence of eternal evil final boss, doing his evil things and what not. Mostly he is too busy collecting cool warriors, like pokemons or trader cards or whatever.

I feel like in some sense First would understand the whole 'letting evil exist for the sake of the world balance' thing. Because like the XS last episodes established - Chase's existence is a sort of necessary evil that keeps balance from being upset too much on either side. Selfish and Cruel enough to be evil, but also Reasonable and Honorable enough to be sorta neutral good...-ish? I guess the right alignment would Lawful Evil? Though it doesnt really fit completely right, but it somewhere in that ballpark.

(On a side note, IMO about the Sorcerer - he is pretty much clear is not necessarily just Evil, he is more of Chaotic Evil. And Chaos is sort of also neutral, in a sense?? I mean Sorcerer was running around turning people into monsters, causing havoc across continents to gain power to... I dunno, be unstoppable? Cause more chaos and pain? Destroy everything?? Perhaps his goal was to make the World be like Chaos Realm/Land of Shadows? Who knows??? His motivation is as mysterious as his defeat in the finale, lol. But his deal feels more like those World-ending Spiders That Eat from XS, because it seems to me, he basically just gained more power for sake of more Chaos, not like... rule the world or something.)

Also while Chase is bugging First, he is kinda... not actively doing world-ending evil stuff to First's knowledge?

It's like... bothering First is distracting him from doing other evil stuff (he still probably has some schemes going on, but like in the background, not related to First), so First is like 'I could waste energy and effort to put an end to his reign of terror...but i guess i can let him bother me if it stops him from actively doing evil, just for a bit ' (but Chase is certainly doing evil, just nowhere First can see lol).

But, let's suppose First does figure out about Heylin Eclipse. For it to be of any use to First, it has to happen soon and in his lifetime, when he is still physically capable to take on Chase. He also got to plan out how he would defeat Chase (kill or capture him, how to do it and etc.). AND he also got to plan it around his duties to Norrisville. So like, if by incredible stroke of luck, all of it aligns? First might attempt it and most likely win!

But i feel if, it would take much longer (like say 30+ years) for Eclipse to arrive, First would not prioritize capturing Chase over his duties in Norrisville. This dude already wasted most of his life to defeat the Sorcerer (and like a bajillion creatures and monsters to do it), AND he is gonna waste his afterlife to keep him locked up too, just let the poor man rest! xD

(There is now an image in my head of First looking at Chase and going 'Not My Problem' and just peacing out of there.)

So, yeah, while I'm sure First can defeat Chase during Heylin Eclipse, Im not so sure he would actively dedicate himself to doing it.

On ANOTHER, much more shippy note (that u can ignore if its not ur thing), there is something very delicious in the idea that First, knowing such a blatant weakness of Chase's, and just doesn't do anything about it. Perhaps it's because, in some way, First prefers to fight Chase in full power, a much honorable battle no matter if it ends in defeat or victory. Or because it feels like such underhanded tactic of striking when his opponent is at their weakest. Maybe it feels this way because, they are enemies in name only because of their moral alignments, not because either of them actually hate each other (that much lol).

Ooooo just imagine, First and Chase confrontation during Eclipse, Chase fully expecting First to take the opportunity (because its what he will do), but First does the unexpected, and instead of ending the fight, he steps back and that stops Chase on his tracks. And somehow they end up waiting out the Eclipse together, First keeping an eye out for his weakened enemy, while Chase, despite all his previous flirting and needling, is geniuenly baffled by First's behaviour. He really did expect First to take the chance, after all the annoyance and bothering, and just generally First being exasparated with him. But here they are, with Chase at his weakest and First watching his back.... Trully strange.

*eyebrow wiggle*

but thats just silly shippy thoughts haha. I do feel like First will 100% use that opportunity to whoop Chase's ass just to vent all the frustrations about the trouble and annoyances Chase caused.

anyway ye sorry for rambling ;D

#que?#ninja showdown #my immortal soul #lsorry if ur ask was gen anon i made it a lil bit gay in the end lol #i want so badly to write out some of my ns/mis ideas im GONNA EXPLODe its becoming not enough just to write down my unhinged notes for art #<- previous tag was there when i first drafted this ask. but honestly i started to write and yet it still makes we WANNA EXPLODE #i have too many ideas and not enough energy to write bros TToTT

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