#much better than his majesty’s dragon

[cypresstrees]

throne of jade is really when you learn that actually the temeraire series is about putting laurence into Situations

[ozzgin]

Omg bro yk whats been on my mind for do long?? A demon king trying to court a hero reader. Like the hero has already fought and defeated the king but somehow he comes back and he's desperately trying to get the hero to join him (in more ways than one). He wants the reader to be his spouse and leader of his army against the corrupt human race and the reader (now fallen from stardom due to the evil kings defeat) just wants him gone and to be left alone. Idk if this makes sense but I need to see SOMEONE write abt it before I lose my last marble.

-Doll

This is giving me Dragon Quest vibes, haha. Not a trope I'm too familiar with, but it sounds interesting nonetheless. I shall do my best! Sorry for the delay, I hope it's close to what you imagined. :)

Yandere! Demon King x Hero! Reader

As it goes with villains, they always find a way to return. This time, the Demon King has a different plan in mind. You were prepared for anything, from evil schemes to ancient conjured weapons...except for a wedding ring cordially placed before you. Do you say yes?

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, 🔥proposal (literally)

[Part 2]

You still remember everything so fondly. How you crawled out of that enormous crater, body battered and weak, as everyone watched in horror and held their breaths. Finally, you raised your fist victoriously. The Demon King had been, at last, defeated. The people cheered and cried and pulled you up under thundering waves of applause. Peace was no longer just a dream.

A sweet, innocent memory, even more so given its fleeting nature. The genuine smiles of gratitude quickly turned into crooked grins asking for favors. Before you knew it, you became some sort of political accessory to convince the masses. Posing for photos, shaking hands, being interviewed with bizarrely planned questions reeking of propaganda. You suddenly felt burdened, heavy, disappointed. This was not the kind of fame you envisioned for yourself.

Thus, you gradually vanished from the limelight, keeping your distance from everyone else and spending most days in solitude. Better than having to look into those unscrupulous, opportunistic eyes measuring up your worth. You had fulfilled your job and purpose.

This morning you're woken up by the sound of your belongings rattling in their shelves. The wooden frame of your bed is creaking, and you struggle to get up. An earthquake? A wave of nausea flushes over you. You recognize this feeling all too well, though you never expected to deal with it again. This is a disaster alright, yet the forces of nature have nothing to do with it.

You rush outside, swinging the door open and nearly tripping in your hurry to confirm your suspicions: the demonic creature is approaching your humble adobe with heavy steps, as the ground crumbles and shatters underneath. The Demon King himself, in flesh and blood. Although the blood splattering his armor is most likely not his. Same for the visceral remains threading his weapon. Regardless, your jaw tightens nervously, and you stand back, in a defensive pose. "You're a stubborn one", you say smugly, trying to maintain your composure. "Can't say I'm a fan of dying, that is correct." A ragged, monstrous voice erupts from the tall, armored figure.

"What brings you back?" You demand. The surroundings are too peaceful for him to have tampered with the city. Did he stop by to formally announce his destruction? "I have an offer that might interest you." The Dark Overlord has closed the distance between you, now looming above your much smaller body. You shiver. "I don't barter with Demons!" You conclude, turning around, prepared to leave. "Even when your precious people are on the line?" The horned beast warns with a grin. "If there's nothing better to do as a Ruler of Realms than killing petty humans..." You swiftly retort, going back into your house and slamming the door shut.

He stands for a moment, speechless. "Y-your Majesty? Should I take care of the humans, or (Y/N)?" Only now he notices his scaly butler, bowing to his side with claws resting over the weapon. The Demon King raises a hand, shooing the servant away. The annihilation of the human race can wait. There are more important matters to deal with presently. He'd expected your rejection, naturally, but not in such fashion. The indifference, the flat voice, the empty eyes devoid of emotion. Have the city dwellers tampered with his hero? He expected to see your fierce rage and in return he was met with a hollow shell.

Bright blue flames erupt from the openings of his armor, resulting in a menacing show of lights. He's known it for the longest time, of course. Humans are rotten to their very core. Vile, deceitful creatures that have slithered their way up, exuding undeserved arrogance. He's been trying to show you this very fact, yet you were blinded by naive faith. Your unwavering, honest heart that won him over has turned out to be your early demise. Not anymore. His vengefulness knows no bounds when it comes to traitors.

The sudden spike in temperature alerts you. Was it your rudeness that angered the Demon? You don't care anymore. Whatever happens to the city is out of your hands. And yet...you're buckling the straps of your old suit made for battle. Sword in hand, you gaze at your reflection. What could the Beast want? The fortified city no longer holds the value of its olden days. Just like you've left your hero days behind. Without much contemplation, you run out and head for the main gates. The path is paved with ash and rubble and your grip on the weapon tightens. Regret immediately wells up in your chest, ready to burst out. Is it too late? The entrance is engulfed in fire, charred corpses toppling against the ruins of the walls.

You reach the town hall - or rather, what remains of it - and face the Demon King. Has he gotten stronger since your last encounter? You hold your breath as the horned monster turns towards you. "I've tried to tell you, again and again. Time after time." He sighs, defeated. "Between the two of us, I'd say you were the stubborn one all along." His voice is softer than what you would've expected from someone that had just massacred an entire settlement. There's not a single scratch or sign of struggle. Was he merely holding back during your last fight? One thing is certain: you're his final obstacle. You raise your sword, determined. Hot sweat trickles down your face as the flames surround you. "Well, at least you've convinced yourself now, I hope. There's nothing left for you here." The Demon King lowers himself, extending a fist towards you. A spell? Secret weapon? Your leg muscles contract in anticipation.

His fingers open and stretch out, slowly. In his palm, a barely noticeable ring. Given the ridiculous size difference, you assume this is better fitting for a human. You stare at it in confusion, discerning the wedding vows carved in the noble metal. "What's the meaning of this?" You mutter, glancing at the Beast now resting on one knee before you. "What? Is it not your human custom?" He looks away for a moment, clicking his tongue. "That useless butler. He told me- Forget it! You are to return with me to my Kingdom. As my spouse."

Of all the things you've prepared yourself for...Your brows furrow and your mouth hangs open in shock.

What is your answer? The Demon King will not leave empty-handed.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The king's toy - Thranduil x fem!reader

warning : smutish, use of wine, possesive, some degradation, obsession

Summary : The Elven King Thranduil, ruler of Mirkwood and his pretty toy. A human woman, no more than a second of beauty in the king's infinite life. But with every second they spend together, he consumes her more and more. In the end, she had no choice but to obey her king.

Info : So Thranduil or the Hobbit mini phase you could say has taken hold of me after I saw some scenes with my mother this morning. So have this little slightly more dark thing for the elven king

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°,,From this day forward, you are nin múl," said the king of the mirkwood. He looked down at her from the high throne made of deer antlers and wood. She was his beautiful human wife, actually a traveling singer in a group from different parts of the world. But with money, precious stones and the command of a king, her "companions" were worth more than her. Now she knelt before him, her gaze undecided and fearful, knowing that she belonged to him. But this fact, this absurdity, frightened her even more. His gaze let her know that he would bring her to so much more.

°He had not called her my slave for nothing. She quickly learned not to disobey his orders. His guards, his own son, had recaptured her from the forest within a few hours. No matter how many times she was carried away, the ropes closed around her body, precisely encircling and yet holding her tight. Her pleas were met with a pitying look from the prince. ,,Don't struggle...it makes it easier," he said to her as he brought her into the throne room. The rope on her hands was loosened slightly by Legolas, but she would not get out of the hall.

°,,Again and again! Understand at last that you belong to me," he demanded, gesturing to his son. She did not see the hesitant look as he knew what this would mean. But another look was not necessary as he gave his father his well-formed staff and disappeared with a dismissive look. The footsteps faded and it seemed dead silent between them. ,,Please, Your Majesty, let me-just let me go," she tried, wincing as the wood of the staff settled under her chin. He forced her to look at him and she flinched as his cold fingers laid on her cheeks.

°In the time she had been here, she had quickly learned that he was not purely interested in the physical. No, there was the night when he lost himself in her, wanted to hear the sounds she made, wanted to let everyone hear them. He took her body as he wanted, used her as he wanted and yet his eyes flashed in the mirror again and again when he took her. But just when their eyes met in the mirror, she saw his obsession as he pulled her close, his hands exploring her crown. He saw her beauty, the thought of holding her in his hands and having her for himself.

°Another thing besides the punishments from the blows with his staff, sword or hand was his emotionality. When he looked at her he was calm and almost happy, but when she used her talent to play the harp she was better than the elves. She was Thranduil's personal songbird, playing for him while the king looked at her, read a book or hummed along. It was the only time she blossomed and felt at ease when she played the harp. But it was then that she felt the pitying gaze of Legolas. But her father saw it too.

°He saw his son looking at the pretty creature. He imagined that he also wanted to give her something. Love and devotion. Something the king could not allow. Under other circumstances, he would have let his son have fun with it. But those would have been different circumstances. Now it was different and perhaps it was the rise of evil, the dwarves, the dragon and the ring. Maybe it was the loss of his wife, the emotions or it was all together that made him become so obsessive.

°She only became even more his perfect favorite, his pretty star in matching clothes. Initially white hip dresses with bright gemstones, robes and blouses that hid her body underneath. Only visible to the king in his bedroom when the wine flowed over her, wetting her skin and turning the white a dark red. It was a favorite of the king to kiss and lick the sweetly tart wine from her bed with the finest steel. Forged to leave her in place. Until at some point it went so far that her body was covered with the most necessary. Silver threads threaded with diamonds barely covered her nipples, a simple crown of wood with white roses on her head and a white, almost transparent fabric wrapped around her midriff. Her fingers were adorned with precious rings, gifts from her king.

°Whenever she saw him, she was nestled against his leg on the throne. Playing the harp, her gaze blank and evasive, resigning herself to her life was the harp that kept her alive. Before he pulled her onto his throne whether there were guests in the room or not. Who was to stop him for he was the king of mirkwood and his actions were right and proper. His son would not have the opportunity to mess with his diamond and everyone else would be honored to be in his presence.

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@tinfairies

[blues824]

Hello, may i request Diasomnia with Navier!reader? How would they react to her being a former Empress? Her intelligent? Her kindness despise acting like an ice queen all the time? Her dating Malleus? Thank you.

Female Reader.

Malleus Draconia

Upon finding out that you were an Empress, he understood why you acted so regal even in informal situations. To be fair, he also acted like that a lot. As a result of your royal auras, you both go perfectly hand-in-hand… or arm-in-arm as he loves walking beside you.

He acts exactly like Heinrey. He may look completely different, but he still has that golden retriever energy that we all know and love. Malleus desires to be in your presence at all times, and will fight anyone who tries to take you away. It might be from his draconic instincts to protect his mate, now that I think about it.

There are times where he feels that he is not able to give you the life that he feels you deserve. If you were to marry him, you would only be a Queen rather than an Empress. However, you wouldn’t have as many responsibilities, nor the worry that he would find another woman and take her on as a concubine.

Your intelligence and kindness are something that he admires a lot, as they are qualities befitting a Queen. Plus, with your experience there is no way that the people of Briar Valley wouldn’t accept you as his co-ruler. 

His grandmother already loves you because you remind her of herself. Looks may be deceiving, as you both are perceived as cold and harsh upon first glance. However, if someone really got to know you (Malleus), they are able to see the person within. So, you are accepted by the current Queen as her grandson’s future wife.

Lilia Vanrouge

Bro really said finally when he saw his ‘son’ walk into the dormitory with a lovesick grin and a sigh leaving his lips. He has been waiting for centuries to see that look on Malleus’s face, and he wants to know every detail. He didn’t expect for the person the Prince was in love with to be you, but he thought it was better to be you than anybody else.

Since he wants to ensure the future of the Kingdom, he will give the dragon fae some human courting tips so that he can woo you. Of course, this is after the ex-general learns more about you. You apparently liked dancing, and you were curious about the Housewarden of Diasomnia, so this looked very promising.

When he finds out that the two of you began courting, he is ecstatic. He immediately writes a letter to Her Majesty back in Briar Valley, giving the Queen an update on her grandson so that she isn’t left in the dark. As he’s writing, though, he begins to realize that you are exactly like Queen Maleficia.

Not only were you known for your ‘cold beauty’, but you were actually kind to the people you considered your friends and allies. In addition to that, you were intelligent and experienced in a leading role, as you were the former Empress of the Empire that you co-ruled with your ex-husband

Lilia acts as a guide for you in Twisted Wonderland, and almost like a grandfather figure. You go to him whenever you have any questions, and he will answer you to the best of his ability. But, since we are talking about the Lilia Vanrouge, don’t be surprised if he plays a small prank on you from time to time.

Silver 

He is wide awake when he hears that the young master has found a partner. He thought that Malleus was going to remain maidenless for the rest of his long life, but he apparently thought wrong. When he learns more about you, he’s starting to wonder if they were playing a prank on him.

However, when he first met you, he was convinced that this wasn’t a prank that his father was pulling. All of this was actually legit. It didn’t take a genius to find out that you were royalty, considering you held your head up high and held a great poker face.

But, you were also kind and smart, and it again reminded him of the current Queen. It was no wonder why the Prince loved you so much. You both were absolutely perfect for each other. So, you can guarantee that Silver is in full support of this. 

What he didn’t expect was you already being divorced from someone. Not just that, but you were divorced from an Emperor, which meant that you used to be an Empress. It all started to make sense to the second year knight. Not only did you have the qualities fit for a Queen, you had the sense fit for an Empress.

It did make him wonder if the Briar Valley in its current state would be enough to become an Empire. It’s not as though it would happen, as it would mean that it was declaring too much power from the other Kingdoms/Queendoms. The Valley did have a few different lands, though.

Sebek Zigvolt

He was actually in full support of this, believe it or not. Just one glance at you and he was already bowing down to you like you were already the Queen of the Valley. You intimidated him because of your icy glare, but he eventually got to know you better with how much time you spend at Diasomnia.

Oh, yeah. You spent the majority of your free time with your lover, and this did tick off Sebek a little bit. However, it wasn’t like he could do much about it. He was a bit too busy handling school, the equestrian club, training as a knight, making time to read novels, etc. He did appreciate how you would make sure that he didn’t over-exert himself.

When he found out that you used to be an Empress through marriage, but you got divorced, he was surprised. He thought you looked so young, maybe a little older than him. Come to find out that you were already divorced from somebody. But, he took the time to hear the whole story and it all made sense. 

If he’s being honest, he does get annoyed with how much Waka-sama talks about you. He’s worried about you becoming a distraction to the young master. However, you step in and remind Malleus that he has duties to fulfill, and you even offer to help, which Sebek finds admirable. One time, you complimented his dedication to serving Malleus, and he just went stiff. He let out a strained ‘thank you’, and his face started going red. In his mind, he’s just screaming about how the future Queen of Briar Valley just complimented him. He almost passes out, but it’s all good.

[blackopals-world]

Lost my Head

FemNoble!Yuu x Malleus

FemCelestial!Yuu x Lilia

She had reincarnated once more. Once upon a time, they were very similar. But her rage. That primordial rage. It hasn't disappeared.

(Feeling really spooky today. Feminine rage sounds amazing. Let's get bloody)

Warnings: Murder, cannibalism (does this even count), blood(duh)

The egg was due any day now. She could feel it. After so long it was nearly time.

Yuu gazed lovingly at the jet black egg. The most perfect egg in the world. So shiny and smooth.

It was more oval than round which meant it would be a boy. A beautiful little boy.

A few years ago she found the poor thing after his parents died. She would make it right. She would make sure let their legacy die.

She would do her part to make sure that dragons remain. Humans would not fulfill their mission to slay them all. She may have outlived her parents and she may be young but she would remain.

Now she had an egg.

"I wonder if you'll see me as a sister more than as a mom. It's okay either way. You will be closer to my age than anyone is comfortable with. That's okay too." Yuu held the egg above her in her makeshift next.

She wished she had a better nest but humans found the last one. So many treasures were robbed from her not to mention the pelts she used to keep the nest warm.

How long had it been since she'd seen another faerie? Since he isolated herself here. Since she's left the cave. Since she'd eaten.

It can wait. She'd return when the egg hatched.

But it wasn't safe right now. Not with the war.

But she had hope. It won't be long now. Her Majesty would stop them.

Yuu usually dreamed of nothing. Too tired from attending to the egg and surviving to do so. But that night as she wondered what the queen was like and how nice the palace was compared to a dusty cave she dreamed. She dreamed of a life of fancy dresses, extravagant galas, warm beds, glimmering jewels, and never-ending feasts. The child she hatched by her side was treated like a prince and all was well.

It was a childish dream. One that only a child like herself could make. Even dragons dream of being a princess.

When morning came she stretched her wings and peered out of her cave.

Noise.

Human noise.

She could smell them on the wind.

She couldn't let them find the nest.

Quickly she intercepted them fully intent on driving them away. She flapped her wings to create gusts to blow them away and blew what flames she could create at their feet.

It was foolish of her in the end. To try to stop knights trained to kill dragons much older than her. She was nothing but a fledgling to them.

She escaped with a torn wing and sword in her stomach.

She had to get back. She needed to get o the egg before-

In her cave, a separate knight from the group stood. Shreds of eggshell crushed between his fingers and the scent of blood.

"The she-dragon has returned I see." He said wiping his hands clean.

"My egg..."

"There is no egg."

"My...baby. You killed my baby!" She screamed.

"Don't worry, you'll join them."

The knight raised their sword to the already injured dragon. The faerie was already hysterical as she searched for the remains of her child, her only remaining family.

...

Yuu was very hungry.

Did you know that in the wild some animals will starve themselves while hatching eggs? Snakes being one of them. However if their young die they will immediately go back to eating.

...

In her rage, she didn't remember much of what happened next. She was just so angry. Her claws tore him open. Then the scent of his blood was just so good. And she was so hungry and so tired.

But his eyes. His vacant bloodshot eyes kept staring so she...ate them too. And she couldn't stop so she ate his head.

Blood covered her face like a lion's after digging into a fresh kill. It ran down her face and chest as she licked her lips.

"I ate it. I ate his head. Its all gone. Hahaha! Its all gone! All in one bite! So tasty!" Her mind was gone as well. Never to return.

Hungar and grief melded together and that night a scourge was created. A rampaging she-dragon devoured every human in sight. She fashioned a crude crown for herself out of bone and danced in the moonlight with headless bodies in a mock waltz. She sang and she wept. She called out for her baby and laughed. She had truly lost her mind.

And when morning came. She was leaned against a tree. Her hair matted with dried blood. Her skin dyed red. Her gapping wound open for all to see. And dead as can be.

The general of Her Majesty's army arrived at daybreak to examine the carnage. He didn't see the monster that the humans saw.

He saw a poor little girl, caught in a war and battle not her own. She never wanted any of this.

War mandatory monsters of everyone. At least she went out fighting like a true soldier.

Perhaps now he would look back and say he had done something wrong but he used her. He made her into a martyr an example to his soldiers of what they were fighting for and what they should strive for. Her story became immortalized as " The Red Princess and the Knight Feast"

It was later that day a small pip was found after being stolen after their hatching. It didn't take long for everyone to connect the dots.

The child was adopted by one of the commanding officers shortly after. The kid eventually was named The Red Prince after a haunting event. Maybe it ran in the family.

The goddess knew on sight that the girl was dangerous. Her soul was full of rage, greed, and hunger.

She had chosen not to rest and a soul left unfulfilled was doomed to return.

She was drawn to Malleus. Her son had no idea what was getting into. And of course Malleus fell for her.

She couldn't bear to separate them. She pitied the poor girl. She had no idea who she was but the goddess feared the day would come when she did.

Still, a forthright girl like that who was the very picture of nobility suited her son well.

She told her husband of her fears but Lilia only nodded and smiled. He was ecstatic by the development. He believed she was perfect.

Maybe she was being too harsh. She understood the girl, a mother's love is dangerous after all.

"Sebek, put this annoying man in the trebuchet." The princess said crossing her arms.

"ABSOLUTELY NOT! YOU DONT GIVE ME OR-" Sebek clammed up when he was glared at over the lady's fan.

"Do it." She said emphasizing the T in a voice like venom.

Yeah, the goddess knew why Lilia liked her so much.

[simpingland]

Aemond x male valyrian dragonrider reader? Other than the Targaryens and velaryons there was another valyrian family that survived the doom, but unlike the other two this family was already very powerful in old valyria, after the doom they rebuilt themselves in essos. As well as having the most dragons (and the biggest) out of the descendants of valyria.

Anyways sowrry for the extra lore I just made up lol, aemond and reader meet when the Targaryens (and velaryons) are visiting reader's to-be-kingdom to establish an alliance

Zālagon and Vhagar// Aemond Targaryen x Male!reader.

Summary: You are the heir of a powerful valyrian House in Pentos. But the only thing you wished for was to fly day and night with your dragon. Only the lonely Prince Aemond can make the future look promising. Part 2

A/n: hi, thank you for reaching, I absolutely looooved the idea. I struggled a bit cuz it's so good it deserved a better pacing. I hope you like what I came up with. Gif not mine.

※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※※As much as you were begged to be punctual, you and your dragon were distracted by the beautiful mountains that surrounded you. It was already dark when you arrived, and the carriages were the first thing you saw, then you caught sight of the dragons. Only one of them was comparable to yours, a green dragon. They all roared as you passed by, but your dragon remained calm until you reached the place where the others of its kind were resting. You couldn't even get water over your body before you were pushed by one of the lords of the castle to hurry up. There was no one at the entrance, nor in the throne room, which meant that they were already at dinner, and that you would be embarrassing your father. In your riding clothes, smelling of dragon, and sweaty from the run to the castle, the guards announced you and opened the gates. Blonde (and other brown) heads turned to look at you, and only your mother stood up to greet you. Giving you a kiss and apologising on your behalf, you were able to observe the family closely. King Viserys, old but kindly, said it was all right to wait for you. His wife, russet-haired, young and beautiful, remained serious. The heiress, Rhaenyra, watched without mock attire, smiling, though more to herself than to you. Her husband Daemon barely gave you a glance, not looking pleased with the event. Jace and Luke were the only brown haired boys at the table. Not even their eyes had Valyrian features, but they were formal. Aegon was more intent on filling his wine cup when dinner had not even begun, and his sister-wife Helaena was whispering things only she could hear. And all of them were easily overshadowed by him, Aemond Targaryen. His gaze did not lose power even after he kept one eye covered, and it was fixed on you. There was no expression, but you couldn't take your eyes off him either, engrossed in his whole persona.

You were seated opposite your father, and Aemond stood some distance away. But that didn't stop him from captivating you, and the exchange of glances became frequent. Your father spoke and listened to the king. The only other participant in the conversation was Jace, and Rhaenyra listened as her husband whispered things to her pointedly. Queen Alicent was quietly scolding every gesture of Aegon, who flirted shamelessly with anyone who came near him. You could see how your father tried to engage you in conversation, but whenever he caught your eye, you found your mind elsewhere (mostly in the Prince) and never responded nimbly. You could feel your father scolding you with his eyes.

"Have you come from flying?" The King asked you suddenly.

Everyone looked at you, it was quite obvious, but you couldn't just point it out to the king, so you nodded and tried to concentrate on something other than that serious blond prince.

"Yes, Your Majesty... I fly almost every day."

"Even if it rains?"

"That's when I enjoy it most, actually." Your answer brought a smile to his face, and you watched out of the corner of your eye as Aemond settled into his seat, sipping from his cup as he looked at you.

"My, you are a boy of courage," Viserys rewarded you.

"Though a foolish one too," your father interrupted. "He has trouble telling day from night."

You flushed, and the atmosphere grew a little tense. No one likes to hear that hateful tone between father and son.

"When one rides such a magnificent creature, my lord, time loses all meaning." Aemond's voice drew everyone's attention away. His hand caressed his goblet, and as he looked at your father with an expression of superiority. "Your son does well to presume what have made you mighty all these years."

Then he looked back at you, and you saw his expression soften. You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face, full of gratitude, and in complete agreement with him. Though your idea of dragons was not one to brag, it was certainly a useful one. You listened to your father try to find the right words without sounding offended.

"True, Prince Aemond," your mother supported him gently. "My husband has not ridden for years, but I have always admired our son's flying abilities. I've heard that Princess Rhaenyra first rode a dragon at the age of eight..."

"That's right," said the King, smiling at his daughter.

You watched as the Prince disappeared back into the shadow of his elder sister, only you seemed to be in awe of him, and you could not help but interrupt.

"Prince Aemond is the rider of Vhagar, the last dragon of the conquest, Mother." And then you watched as everyone fell silent again. The Velaryon brothers seemed to tense, and Aegon looked amused.

"The only dragon comparable to ours...no offence..." you continued. "How old were you when you claimed her?"

"He stole her," Lucerys added. Looking at him you saw how he was frowning and his mother was asking him to be quiet. "Princess Rhaena was supposed to claim it but the Prince couldn't respect her mourning before he stole Vhagar."

"I'm not going to argue with a child," the Prince said, taking another sip from his cup.

"A child who will one day be lord of Driftmark and outrank you. A child who plucked out your eye."

That was enough to make him rise to his feet, shouting bastard, and immediately a fistfight broke out between uncle and nephew. Your mother tried to pull you away, while your father commanded the guards to stop them. It was chaos, and you could see blood pouring from Aemond's nose, though blood came from Lucerys' mouth as well. And that was the end of the meal, but not of the night. When you followed your intuition, you discovered what you were looking for. On the mountain where Vhagar rested, the Prince sat, his silver mane being caressed by the air. He heard you coming, but did not turn to look. He didn't even say anything when you approached his side. He still had blood on his face, and you regretted not taking something to wipe it off.

"No one answered my question," you said. You saw a hint of a smile on his thin lips.

"I was ten years old when I claimed Vhagar."

His voice was extraordinarily sweet and yet it still managed to keep your heart beating fast. You felt you had to measure your words, but the urge to keep talking to him overcame you.

"Impressive, really."

"Impressive? You are the one who has been surrounded by dragons since you were a child. Ours are ridiculous in comparison." He finally turned to look at you.

"I was a very cowardly child. It took me fourteen years to ride for the first time on the only dragon that didn't terrify me."

"Strange for an heir of your house."

"I know." You ducked your head. It wasn't the first time you'd been made to feel inferior, like you were a mess. And you couldn't see the regret in the Prince that he had made an ill-advised comment.

"What is the name of your dragon?" He tried to bring the subject back to dragons. And your gaze went immediately to the distant mountain where it rested.

"Zālagon" you replied with a shy smile. A valyrian name.

"'Burn'?" He smiled back. "It's a good name for a dragon. A bit obvious, no offence..."

You laughed at his imitation of your comment at dinner. His leg pressed against yours and you could see that he was comfortable. Vhagar moved in place, with roars that begged his master to fly.

"You should let her fly around Essos. She looks bored here."

"I'd get lost if I went alone," Aemond said, returning to a serious tone.

"Maybe..." you tried to sound convinced, "I could lead you."

You didn't expect him to agree, but you were glad to propose, and before you knew it, Zālagon took flight with Vhagar trailing behind. The moon was full, and the lights of the rich city were guiding you. Both dragons roared in greeting and you could see Aemond enjoying himself as much as his dragon. Myr would be a good stop, a nice place and not too far away. You were ahead of him, your dragon was as big as Vhagar but not as old, for your family had managed to maintain the glory of dragons better than the Targaryens. You decided to amuse yourself, asking Zālagon to fly around Vhagar, and this began a race of ups and downs that put you and Aemond backwards on your mounts. And when Myr appeared at your feet, you flew straight into its harbour, in a race that Aemond was not prepared to lose.

As soon as you got off your dragons, you watched as they played together, not too far apart, enjoying each other's company.

"Vhagar is so big that she can't socialise with the other dragons. She can't even fit in the Dragonpit," the Prince confessed to you.

"Westeros is no place for Valyrian blood. Or so my father always says."

"Is that why you have never gone there?"

"And because it is here that we have built wealth similar to what we had."

You began to stroll along the shore, cloaks shrouding your appearance, but you could make out much of the Prince's face.

"I have read much about your house, my lord. It must be an honour to be heir to it." He sounded sincere, and you found it hard to disagree, but you had no desire to lie to him either.

"My father is obsessed with making it even greater." You heard a soft laugh from Aemond.

"And that is exactly why our visit has been arranged, because my father fears him."

"True. Though you and Prince Lucerys haven't left much time to talk, have you?" You tried to sound as light as he had sounded but he quickly turned serious again.

"I regret my behaviour," he confessed.

"No, Your Majesty, no apology is necessary. In fact...I'm sorry I brought up the subject of Vhagar. I didn't know it would provoke a confrontation."

"No, you didn't. No one expects the little bastard to be an imbecile..." he sounded rabid, his fists clenched.

"You're a Targaryen through and through by the looks of it."

That made him stop in his tracks. Indeed, it made you incredibly nervous and you feared for your words.

"Have I offended you?" you asked.

You watched as he shook his head, looking you up and down. He was so handsome, with that sharp face, his crystal blue eye. You walked on, watching as your dragons continued to amuse themselves. There he told you the true origin of the fight, the dispute over the throne and his father's indifference to him when he lost his eye.

"I have always aspired to something more, something of my own ability. But I have always been pushed into someone's shadow. They never wanted to listen to me and all my problems have been reduced to nonsense. And in the shadow one feels terribly lonely".

He shouldn't have told you all that, but something in you had pushed him to confide in you the things that grieved him. And before you went further away, taking care that no one could see you, you sat down under a tree that covered you both. There you were able to remove your hoods and saw that Aemond still had an open nose wound. You tore a strip of cloth from your cloak before grabbing a bottle of alcohol that you always carried for the many wounds you got on your travels.

"If you let me, I can disinfect it for you," you offered. He said nothing, just nodded, a little apprehensive. "It will only sting a little."

He made hardly a movement, just clenched his jaw from time to time, but nothing more. Then you remembered his eye and it all made sense. He was more than used to healing wounds. Your hands caressed his face and you tried to hold back everything that provoked you.

"I'm sure," you told him, "that dragons don't get stolen. And that Vhagar chose you."

"What makes you think that?" He looked sideways at you, his face close to yours as you cleaned his wound.

"She is the best dragon Targaryens have left alive, and she is surrounded by creatures who share her blood but do not match her. I have not had the pleasure of knowing your siblings well, but something tells me that none of them have the courage to claim a dragon of conquest at the age of ten. I think she saw herself reflected in you. Just as you must have seen yourself reflected in her."

"I've always thought the same thing, but I know if I said it out loud everyone would make fun of me."

"I would tell you that it's not like that, but I usually say what I think and it's true that they end up making fun of me." That made him smile.

"I get the feeling you don't enjoy being a firstborn and heir." He fixed his gaze on you again, serious but sweet.

"Everyone knows I won't do well."

"And how is that supposed to be known?"

"Well, because I don't want to do it myself. I'm not a leader. I've spent days studying lessons that any other kid would understand on the first try. I get distracted by anything and the only thing that makes me happy is to be flying anywhere so long as I don't set foot in the castle. With Zālagon I don't feel so...lost."

Perhaps it was too much information, too, but since Aemond had trusted you, perhaps you should show him that you trusted him. As you pulled the cloth away from his face, finishing your work, you felt Aemond's hand caress your fingers before pulling them away from him He surprised you and you saw his pupil dilate. Your eyes travelled alone all over his face, stopping especially on his thin lips.

"I've wanted to kiss you ever since I saw you appear through the doors."

His confession ruffled every hair on your body, and you were unaware of how long it took for your words to come out. But you managed to say them.

"Then do so, like the conqueror you are, Prince Aemond."

Your whispering voice tantalised his lips and he could take no more. He lunged forward, capturing your mouth slowly but insistently, and you could see that he had really longed for it. And maybe you hadn't understood it until that moment but your body was asking you to continue with the same fervour, placing your hands on his neck as he stroked your hair. The kiss continued as soon as you parted and you felt his warmth again, and if he didn't come closer you came closer. His lips always received you, so soft, so precise.

When dawn broke, it was hard to leave the coast behind, but the flight was even more fun than the way there. What would you do now? Your desire to leave Essos grew, but you didn't know that Aemond's desire to leave Westeros was also growing. He kissed you before returning to the castle, and along the way you could feel his fingers brushing yours constantly. If you were lucky, your parents' dealings would keep you in touch, whatever they were. But you decided not to worry about that, deciding to enjoy the visit. You spent some time practising with your swords, where Aemond proved to be a superb swordsman. You showed him the castle's library, where hundreds of writings from the ancient city of Valyria were kept. And of course, he visited your room when night came again, and that was his favourite place.

"I wish I could go with you," you said to him late into the night, lying in your bed and him beside you.

"I wish I could stay here forever..." he whispered back to you.

"You'd be missed."

"No. Not really."

You wanted to contradict him, but you couldn't even start a sentence when he shut you up with one of the hundreds of kisses you'd shared over the course of a few hours.

At the farewell dinner three days later, you decided to sit next to him, even if it meant moving away from your father.

"It is a pity, King Viserys, that we have not dealt with an arrangement to your liking," your father remarked.

That took you by surprise, and it seemed to Aemond as well. You prayed that no one had noticed how outcast the two of you had been all that time. But Rhaenyra's crooked smile at you let you know that it had been notice.

"A pity Helaena is already married and my nieces engaged. Perhaps the next generation can bond." The King seemed positive.

You looked at Aemond, trying to enjoy what little of his face you had left to see. He looked tremendously disappointed. If anyone had enjoyed Essos, it was him. Under the table, you put your hand on his leg, drawing his attention. He turned to give you a sad look. You wouldn't let it end. If he didn't stay, you would leave.

"Father," you put in a firm voice, releasing Aemond. "Perhaps we could unite our houses in another way, without marriage."

"And how on earth would that be done?"

You didn't know. So you resorted to a list of pros that had been rattling around in your head all day.

"Prince Aemond has no official duties at King's Landing. He is far from the Throne and knows the politics of Essos and Pentos well. Perhaps far better than I... it would be a great help to have him around." Your father looked at you disapprovingly, but still said nothing. You were about to give up. "Besides, his dragon has befriended Zālagon..."

"His dragon..." he replied wryly, "of course."

He was going to say no, but King Viserys smiled at the idea.

"Aemond," he said, looking at him, "do you wish to stay here?"

They all waited for his answer, and for an exaggeratedly long second you feared you would make a fool of yourself and see him disappear.

"Yes, father. I would be honored."

Both fathers looked at each other, and when your father stood up, he raised his glass.

"To peace between Valyrians!" He proclaimed.

Everyone joined in the toast, but you found it hard to drink just from the joy that filled your whole body. You watched as Aemond smiled sheepishly before looking up at you. He nodded at you, grateful. For once, his father had done him a favour. That night he slept with you again, and the next night you slept in his room, and the night after that you slept in the mountains of Pentos. And so you travelled the world for decades, always together, flying. At your side, Aemond's intelligence had a place at the table, men followed his orders and it was at your side that he stayed through crises, battles and feasts. Your most loyal advisor and you were his most loyal companion in life.

Never again did any of you feel alone or lost.

[arc-misadventures]

In the dragon Faunus au, what Adam up to or is it eve in this au?

The Splintering

Upon a stage before a throng of faunas strode one, Adam Tauras: He was called many things by his enemies: radical, extremest, terrorist. But, to his fellow faunas he was much more than the lies they spread about him; for he was a leader, an equalist, a hero!

Adam: Brothers, and sisters of the, White Fang! Here is our would be king! The supposed dragon faunas. This human in sheep’s clothing’s… But, do not take that as a note of disdain towards him. For he possesses many faunas traits, unlike use who posses one trait, with some minor additional sub-traits. Jaune Arc, the Dragon King possesses five unique traits! An elongated tongue, and retractable fangs that can bite through solid metal! Retractable talons hidden within his hands, the ability to breath fire. And, based upon the reports of our field operative, his majesty is currently in the process of growing horns, these are no doubt to become a crown that signifies his rank among all faunas. As our king!

Adam: Now, many of you have no doubt heard that his majesty has made contact with, Kali Belladonna, and High Leader Khan. They are no doubt trying to sway his grace towards their side. A side of human lovers…

Angry jeers, and cries of outrage echoed throughout the hall. Some even spitting in disgust on the floor at this revolting piece of news.

Adam: I know! I know brothers, and sisters that is grave news. But, worry not! For we will not allow this to stand! For the glory of the faunas, and for the glory of our future king! All shall see the true might of the faunas! For we shall send our most valuable assists to meet with his grace, and tell him the true might of the faunas!

As, Adam step back, a pair of fox faunas step forward, one with a tail, and another with a set of ears. The Albain Brothers, Fennec, and Corsac Albain.

Fennec: Brothers, and sisters we bring forth tidings of great joy; The legend is true: The Dragon King is among us!

The crowd cheered, and howled as the news echoed throughout the crowd.

Corsac: Legends for told of his, Majesty coming, for his arrival will bring forth a golden age for all of, Remnant, and more importantly, a better age for all faunas!

Fennec: His, Majesty may have aligned himself with the more… peaceful faction of the, White Fang. But, my brother, and I shall be heading to, Beacon Academy to tell him of the glory of the faunas, so that he will know how to lead all faunas to a brighter future!

Corsac: We must move swiftly before others dig their filthy claws into his, Majesty, and spread lies to him! But, worry not brothers, and sisters, for we shall set them right!

FC: For the glory of the Faunas!

Adam: FOR THE GLORY OF THE FAUNAS!!!

The crowd cheered, chanting, ‘Glory to the Faunas’ over, and over again. Adam let them cry out for a time before stepping forward, and silencing the crowd before him.

Adam: Now, before we make our preparations for our departure to meet out, King, is there anything you lot want to ask?

Adam’s voice demanded silence, for he knew none would dare ask anything, forhis word was law amongst his brothers, and sisters. And yet, a single hand shot up into the air. Adam gritted his teeth as he held back a snarl within his lips.

Adam: What is it…?

A faunas with white streaks in his brown hair, no doubt a squirrel, or chipmunk faunas of some kind. He held out his scroll as he yelled out his question to those before him.

WF Grunt #1: Uhh… Question! Why are the males, and the female faunas having two separate meetings?

Adam: …

Adam: Eh…?

WF Grunt #2: Yeah, why aren’t their any woman here?

Adam: There aren’t any woman here…?

WF Grunt #3: Ya, ‘der’s just a bunch of boys ‘ere.

Adam: Wasn’t word spread among the ranks about this meeting?

WF Grunt #1: Well yeah, but they told the guys to come here, and the girls to go elsewhere. Why did you do that?

Adam: I didn’t do that! Did you two do that?

Corsac: We have nothing to do with this.

Fennec: This is a matter for all faunas to attend to; why would we exclude half of our kind?

Adam’s mind raced as he look about the crowd. He had no idea why this was happening, but he knew how to find them.

Adam: Where is this meeting taking place!

WF Grunt #1: In the conference hall. I heard they needed to use the monitor in there for something.

Adam jumped off the stage, and rushed towards the hall, a few other members along with the Albain brothers chased after him.

As, Adam reached the conference hall he saw something, and someone he didn’t want to see.

Adam: Ohh… fuck…

Adam could only swear in fear as upon stage before a picture of the Dragon King, was the one person he feared about hearing about the, Dragon King.

His older sister, Eve Taurus.

Eve: Hello ladies~!

The crowd cheered as she waltz across the stage, her large breasts bouncing with every step.

Eve: Alright girls, see this handsome bastard?

Eve pointed to a smiling photo of, Jaune Arc.

Eve: This sexy son of a bitch is the, Dragon King, Jaune Arc~! A short name that rolls of the tongue, that I for one love~!

Adam: Eve?! What the hell is this?!

Eve stopped in her presentation to address the sudden interruption.

Eve: Oh hey little bro! I’ll talk to you in a moment, Mama’s busy.

Adam: With what?!

Eve: Female faunas stuff. You wouldn’t understand.

Adam: What?

Eve: Okay! I know everyone here, especially me, wants nothing more then to pounce this handsome specimen till you look like you’re three months pregnant~!

Adam: Wait what?!

Eve: But, if anyone wants a chance with this guy, all of you must learn the does, and don’ts of seducing this man.

Eve: Okay, there are a few things you must understand about the, Dragon King’s faunas traits. First off, unlike any other faunas, Jaune Arc posses several traits, and is in fact developing more as we speak.

WF Grunt #4: Seriously?!

WF Grunt #5: How many traits does he poses?!

Eve: In total, he has five traits!

WF Grunt #4: HOLY SHIT!

WF Grunt #6: We usually have one main trait, and a few sub traits! But, five traits?!

WF Grunt #5: What are his traits!

Eve: Okay! First off: He has retractable fangs, and is capable of opening his jaw very wide like many snake faunas can.

A photo of, Jaune appeared on the screen showing his mouth wide open, sharp fangs bitting down, and shattering what appeared to be chains.

Eve: See ladies, these are the fangs that our, King possesses. Notice how he is capable of biting through threw metal. So don’t try to chaining him up, he’ll just break the chain.

Eve: With this he has, my personal favourite trait, one hell of a long tongue~!

A photo appeared on the monitor of someone pulling out, Jaune’s rather long tongue from his mouth, much to his disdain.

WF Grunt #6: Holy fuck!

WF Grunt #5: I’ve seen snake faunas with shorter tongues than that!

WF Grunt #4: And, thinner ones at that…

Eve: I don’t know about you girls, but I’m for one interested in finding out what he can do with that~! Now, another one of his traits is his fire breath.

A new photo appeared showing, Jaune roasting marshmallows with his fire breath.

Eve: Now this is rather self explanatory, he can breath fire, hence the moniker of him being a dragon faunas. Just be careful, and try not to get burned. So, sorry, Trifia you won’t be able to wrap him up in your little webs, despite the fact we all know you’re the one into bondage.

Trifia: No I’m not!

The crowd soon started laughing at the poor spider girl’s expense as, Eve continued on with her presentation.

Eve: Now a lot of you feline faunas know what’s these are like. Boom! Talons!

Many of the crowd, particularly the cat faunas oohed, and awwed, at his, once again, rather unique talons.

Eve: These are your pretty standard talons, or claws, whatever you want to call them; The talons hidden under the fingernails can appear on command, yada yada yada. Moving on! Now, there isn’t a photo for this one, for this trait, for this is the trait he is currently developing: Horns. He is currently growing horns.

WF Grunt #5: Horns?

WF Grunt #7: What kind?

Eve: No idea, our sources have just reported on this as a new fact.

Adam: How the hell did you find out about all of this?! You have way more detail on his traits than I do.

Eve: Internet.

Adam: Internet, seriously?!

Eve: Yep, faunas girls like to talk about a hot man. Now quiet, Mama’s busy.

Eve: Now, like most faunas, he also has two common sub traits: A heightened sense of smell, and sight. Now the first one here, his hightten sense of smell is very, very important!

WF Grunt #6: What’s so important about that; lots of us have a good sense of smell?

Eve: Well~! Here we have the lovely Milf of Menagerie, Kali Belladonna.

WF Grunt #5: Preach it sister!

Eve: Before, Kali Belladonna met with, His Majesty, he not only sniffed her out, but he was able to identify that she was the mother of, Blake Belladonna…

Adam: My beloved!

Eve: SHUT UP! Anyway, he was able to tell that she was her mother by scent alone. And, because of his heightened sense of smell, he can easily identify… A prime mate~!

WF Grunt #7: A prime mate…

WF Grunt #6: He can find this just by our natural scent…?

WF Grunt #5: How does he do that!

Eve: Behold! Exhibit A: Deputy Headmistress of Beacon Academy, Glynda Goodwitch~! And, I gotta say, his Majesty has great taste~!

WF Grunt #8: Hello mommy~!

Eve: Based upon reports, Jaune Arc~! Ahem! His Majesty smelt her natural body odour by accident, and went into a panic attack, mostly because he didn’t know what was going on. Now, that he knows that he can sniff out prime mates he hides the fact he smelling them out. He’s not doing it intentionally, his sense of smell is just that strong. Look for his nostrils to be flaring, when they are he has picked up a tantalizing smell~! Good, or bad is the question; he used this to hunt, Adam’s little spy so be careful.

Adam: He did?!

Eve: Yeah, so get ready for, Sienna to give you lot a beat down.

Adam: Eh?

Eve: Also, Sienna has been potentially marked out as a prime mate. Again, he has such good taste.

WF Grunt #8: Can you blame him?

WF Grunt #5: I’d pick her if I could.

Eve: So ladies, now that you know his graces traits, you shall now learn how to seduce his, Grace! No shampoo, or any scented fragrance, or at the least something weak. We gotta let him smell your natural aroma to know if he’s interested.

Eve: Next, don’t come after him screaming you want his babies. He’s a family man, you’re either in it for the long haul, or not at all. His preference are more on personality than your body, but he does appear to like the thic hourglass figure, and who can blame him?

WF Grunt #7: Whoo! My odds are getting better all the time! Suck it!

Adam: Wha… Who the hell is giving you all this information?!

Eve: An information broker on the internet.

Adam: You’re paying for this?!

Eve: Hey, ThunderThighs gives good information, it’s well worth the price.

Adam: ThunderThighs?! Who the hell is that?!

~~~

Nora: ACHOO!

Jaune: Bless you. Hey, where did you get all that, Lien?

Nora: Internet.

Jaune: Internet?

Jaune: …

Jaune: You’ve been selling information about me, haven’t you?

Nora: Yes, but this is mostly from selling the photos I’ve taken of you.

Jaune: Photos? What photos?!

Nora: …

Nora: Oops…

~~~

Eve: Don’t know, don’t care. All I care about is the results, and achieving our goal.

Adam: That goal is having him lead the faunas to a brighter future?

Eve: No, the goal, at least our goal is getting into his pants!

Adam paled as he heard the crowd of woman cheer, and howl in agreement at his sisters depraved words.

Fennec: How dare you! His Majesty is far more than this!

Corsac: You should be on the ground worshiping his Majesty, with the respect, and reverence he is due!

Eve: Oh, but I will. But, while you worship him in your silly little temple, I’ll be worshiping him in the bedroom~!

The men that had trickled into the hall mouths dropped in shear shock, and horror. While the ladies in the hall burst into laughter, and cries of agreement.

Eve: Alright ladies, now you know some of the does, and don’t, there’s nothing to be said, but this: ‘Happy hunting ~!’

Adam: Serious, Eve?! The Dragon Faunas has appeared, a being that will lead the faunas into a golden age, and your more concerned about bedding him; What is wrong with you?!

Eve: You’ll never understand woman, little brother. Haa…No wonder, Blake dumped you.

Adam: What…? S-She didn’t dump me.

Eve: …

Adam: Right…?

Eve: Yeah, you just think that, Adam. Now if you’ll excuse me; Mama’s is on the hunt~!

[devilruin]

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personal picks : being general lilia's spoil of war (oh to be pitied and protected by the great general himself...) , professor ashengrotto (mmm...a gross misuse of power paired with favoritism always tastes divine) , cat's cradle with childe (reader playing games they can't win... it always seems like a good idea, until its not), hatefully yours with scaramouche (unfortunately reader will always going to be fucked no matter what option they choose) , kaeya and childe as a double yandere team (said it before and i'll say it again, if these two were to actually put everything aside and work together, well, all i can say is good luck), and diluc and kaeya as roommates (also a crazy team and since they're both super volatile, there will likely be some pretty nasty insults flung around on a daily basis)

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[valaenatargaryensdragon]

Shhh No One Has to Know

pairing: Fanon!Jacaerys Valeryon x Female OC

summary: Daena Waters, bastared daughter of Daemon Targaryen but no one knew except him and Rhaenyra, she was give another name in public, Dana.

Word count: 4,5K

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, a little bit of attacking, incest, blacks won, soft dad Daemon, protective dad Daemon

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Daena had a soft smile on her face as she helped the cooks with whatever they needed. Of course they all knew her as Dana but she did not mind, she was quit content with her life, it was much better than Flea Bottom where her mother tried to turn her into a whore like herself.

The reminder made her body shiver with disgust. The same day her mother suggested the idea on Daena's thirteenth name day she escaped and made her way to the palace seeking Prince Daemon her father, at the time he did not know but she did and her proof was the streaks of platinum blonde in her hair that she now covered with the help of a loyal handmaiden of Queen Rhaenyra who welcomed her and offered her refugee in the palace.

"Dana, can you please take these to the royal family, her majesty quit likes these after luncheon" The head cook handed Daena a plate filled to the brim with pastries. She nodded and moved out of the kitchens minding her steps so she won't drop the pastries. She dodged Princess Aegon and Viserys as they ran out of the room followed by their nanny.

Daena walked into the room silently and made her way over to the table. She placed the pastries on the table earning the attention of the Queen and her father. The two of them gave her smiles which she returned before she moved back.

"Dana, can you bring me some wine" Daemon called to his daughter before she could leave the room. Daena noticed the empty pitchers with the other servants.

"Of course, your grace" Daena curtsied to her father before leaving. She may have been in the palace for several years now but she still did not know her way around perfectly.

Daena was never a coward in her life, she faced her father upon his dragon without flinching once even when the dragon roared in her face but now as the minutes ticked and she could not find her way to the cellar or back to the kitchens, even back to the dinning room panic started consuming her.

"What are you doing here?" Daena jumped and turned to face the brunette heir to the throne. She sighed almost relieved that she was not alone anymore and panic started simmering out of her body.

"I got lost, my prince" Daena responded giving a sheepish shrug. Jacaerys did not seem amused with her answer, he even looked suspicious of her.

"Who are you?" Jacaerys took a step closer to her. Daena noticed the look he was giving her and she almost feared him, the Queen warned her on not telling anyone her secret especially her own children. Daena glanced subtly at her hair to make sure that her blonde streaks were hidden well under the hair dye the Queen insisted she placed on her hair, she even took extra measures and styled her hair in a ways that the streaks were not visible much.

"I am Dana, my prince" Daena answered. She gulped when he took another threatening step in her direction.

"Can you please point me in the right direction to the kitchens, my prince?" Daena asked before he could resume interrogating her. Jacaerys stayed silent for a second before pointing to the corridor on the right. She bowed and scrambled in that way without a thank you. Her heart was hammering in her chest from fear, she had to tell her father that Jacaerys was in some way on her.

Daena did not waste time when the head cook dismissed everyone for the night. She made her way to the royal courters where the Queen and her consort husband resided. She knew that she had to come up with a lie for the guards who were surely going to question her appearance so late in the night.

"Inform her majesty that Dana is here to see her, she sent after me" Daena informed the guards. The two looked at each other before one of them stepped into the room. Daena's hands were sweaty and clammy, she did not know what rose the prince's suspicions, she rarely saw him anyways, the Queen assigned her to the kitchens and beside she was strict about wanting her near her children.

"Go in" The guard nodded his head when he stepped back out. Daena gave him a small smile before stepping into the room where Rhaenyra and Daemon were waiting for her by the fireplace still in their morning clothes. She did not know how to approach the situation and stood like in idiot silent.

"You never returned with my wine" Daemon was the one to break the silence first. Daena's eyes widened when she realised that she had completely forgotten about her father's wine. She found the title father funny, she was raised without one until she discovered that he was a prince at eight when her mother was drunk and slipped. She was still hurt at the fact that Daemon gave her mother money to get rid of Daena when she informed him of her pregnancy but she understood, he was a prince and it would be scandalous for people to hear of a bastard.

"Apologies your grace, I was a little occupied" Daena bowed her head. She was not entirely lying.

"Doing what?" Daemon teased stepping closer to her. The man she met at thirteen was nothing like the man that stood in front of her today. And besides he seemed to have warmed up to her over the years and he ceased being hard and mean to her and chose the way of teasing, she was glad that he never punished her like the other servants whens he would do some mistakes and usually faked a punishment for her, he was still her father after all.

"Being lost and then interrogated by Prince Jacaerys" She answered. Rhaenyra's head perked up at the mention of her eldest son. She stood up from the sofa and moved to stand beside Daemon.

"Jace?" The Queen questioned. Daena could only hope that they won't punish her for real this time.

"He found me after I had gotten lost and he seemed like he was suspicious of me and had many questions, your grace" Daena responded. Daemon wrapped an arm around Rhaenyra which Daena figured to calm her down and that only made Daena even more scared.

"He must have grew suspicious when you sent him after Daena" Rhaenyra looked up at her husband. Daena felt shocked that her father would send the heir to the throne after her when she was late.

"You sent him after me?" Daena questioned. Daemon looked over at his daughter and saw the puzzled look on her father. His heart broke almost as much as the days she came over to him just after a dragon ride begging him for help so her mother doesn't turn her into a whore. He remembered the disappointment he felt when he saw the bruises on her body when she took off her cloak, he did not protect his own child, yea he wished she were dead when he heard of the pregnancy but now that she was born and alive many years later he wished he had protected her better.

"You were gone for too long and I grew worried" Daemon answered. A new kind of warmth filled Daena at his words, she felt some kind of love for the first time in her life. Her mother tended to ignore her ever since she could walk and talk on her own, she did not even feed her and she had to go to the other whores who would take care of her while her mother was 'preoccupied'.

"You should stay from Jace from now on, try staying in the kitchens at all time" Rhaenyra ordered. Daena felt sadness creep into her at the order, she would not be able to see her father for a while.

"As you wish, your grace" Daena bowed her head and opted to not look up again as a way to start her training of not seeing her father as a father in the presence of other.

"You may leave" With that said Daena left the room with heavy sadness sitting on her chest knowing she will miss her father over the course of the next couple of weeks.

The Queen's plan did not seem to be working, over the next two weeks Daena bumped into the prince almost every day and one day she did not leave the kitchens at all and whenever she received orders to do some duties outside she would find an excuse to throw the task on someone else, that day Jacaerys himself made his way down to the kitchens faking a need for pastries just to see what Daena was doing, he hand an inkling that she was hiding something and he wanted to know what it was, what if she was loyal to the greens still and wanted to harm his mother?

One day she was dusting the old books in the library, she smiled as she mumbled the names of each book she passed by, she did not know how to read when she first came to the palace but Daemon sent a maester in the dead of the night to teach her and then took it upon himself to teach her high Valyrian until she perfected it.

"I have never seen a servant who could read before" She jumped at the sound of Jacaerys' voice. She turned to face him wide eyed and panting.

"My prince" Daena curtsied to the heir. She kept her head down and eyes down cast, she did not know that with her attempt to avoid him she merely made him even more suspicious.

"Who taught you how to read?" Jacaerys took a step closer trying to corner her so she won't run away like the previous time he was able to question her.

"My father, your grace" She answered, still refusing to face him. Jacaerys placed a hand under her chin and raised her head up to face him. Her eyes were a deep shade of blue just like her mother's thankfully but he did not know that.

"What are you hiding?" Jacaerys asked with accusation lacing his words.

"Nothing, my prince" The lie slipped easily through her lips having trained for many years, whenever someone pointed out her close relationship to the Queen and her consort, she would utter the exact same words, ' There is nothing between me and them'.

"I do not believe that" Jacaerys hissed glaring down at her. She gulped as he used his grip on her chin to push her back against the bookshelves trapping her between it and his body. His hand slid down to wrap around her neck, not quit blocking her airway but making it hard to breath.

"Do not lie to me" His voice was biting and it made the fear in Daena grow much more, making her weak in the knees along with a different feeling she did not know, some kind of heat filled her belly.

"I am not lying" Her voice was strained from the pressure he was applying to her neck.

"Jacaerys!" Jacaerys snapped away from Daena letting her go and putting some distance between them. Daena's hand flew to her neck massaging the hurt skin there as she took small gasps of air. Jacaerys glared at his step father who was the one to interrupt the questioning happening.

"Let the poor girl go" Daemon ordered. Daena gave her father a grateful look, she did not know what Daemon was doing here but she thanked the gods for bringing him here. Daemon's gaze softened when he saw the state Daena was in.

"Go back to the kitchens, Dana" Daemon ordered nodding in the direction of the door. Daena scrambled out of the room hearing now muffled voices as the Prince consort and the heir argued in the library.

That night Jacaerys sent after her and that made her even more afraid but her father assured her that the prince probably wanted to apologies, thats all. She begged him to come with her and he agreed to come through the secret passage way.

She took a deep breath before stepping into the room. Jacaerys was sitting at the edge of the bed with a book in hand, he was wearing a black tunic and pants, not quit for bed but also not for outside of the privacy of his room.

"My prince, you asked for me" Daena was the one to break the silence. She glanced at the wall noticing that the hole in it was still dark meaning her father was still not here with his bright candle to comfort her. Jacaerys placed his book beside him on the bed giving her all his attention.

"Come closer" Jacaerys ordered voice strict. Daena took two steps closer but Jacaerys used his pointer and middle finger to urge her to come closer with an icy expression on his face. She paused when their knees were almost touching, her on her feet and him sitting on the bed.

"If you tell me your secret I give you my word to not harm or punish you" She should have known that the young man would not let go of the subject.

"I have nothing to share, my prince" Daena said stoically, maybe if her reaction was not fear he would let her go, she cannot make him even more suspicious.

"Liar" Jacaerys hissed. He stood up from the bed towering over her. Daena did the stupidest thing and looked up at him and into the eyes showing him that she was not only afraid but nervous. His eyes trialed to her forehead where drops of sweat were forming ready to fall any second now.

"You are a liar, tell me what treason you are planning?" Jacaerys took a step closer to her but she took a couple of steps back putting even more space between their bodies.

"I would not dare" Daena hissed back feeling anger take root instead of her fear. She had enough of this spoiled brat thinking he had right to her personal life, he was as much a bastard as her yet he lived a life of luxury while she was left to the rats and even when she found out she had royal blood in her veins she was pushed to be a servant.

"Liar, you want to take my mother's life, do you not?" Jacaerys stalked over until Daena's back was against the wall. Daena heard the roar of Vermax in the distance masking his rider's emotions, she had no dragon to be proud of, to threaten people with, she was not worthy of one.

"I would never harm the Queen after she showed me kindness" Daena insisted. Jacaerys slammed his hand on the wall beside her head frustrated with her stubbornness, why won't she just confess.

"I do not believe you" Jacaerys glared harder down at her. She noticed the anger in his eyes and that sparked the fear back up into her, there was no one here to save her if he were to harm her or kill her.

"Get away from my daughter. Jacaerys" Daemon's calm voice broke the two apart. Daena sighed in relief seeing not only her father but the Queen as well.

"Your daughter?" Jacaerys was shocked at the new information. Daena used that opportunity, to escape the prince and scramble over to her father who surprisingly wrapped an arm around her and pulled her into his side as if he was trying to comfort her, this was one of the few times the had any type of physical touch and the first time so intimate.

"She is of my blood" Daemon confirmed nodding his head. Jacaerys looked at his mother who nodded her head to show that she knew of this.

"Why did you not tell us?" Jacaerys asked.

"Leave Daena" The Queen ordered wanting privacy with her eldest. Daena curtsied and left the room feeling her anger very much still alive. That night she did not sleep a wink at all as she let her anger out through reading the books her father had gifted her and she hid under the bed from the other maids' curious eyes. She did not know how things will turn out but she could only hope she won't be kicked out of the palace.

"Daena" She jumped at the sound of her real name and turned to face a now amused Jacaerys, he must think she feared him when she jumped like that. It had been a couple of days since the incident and she had not seen anyone except the servants, even her father she had not seen.

"What?" She asked confused. She had almost forgotten that that was her real name whenever she was in public and after not hearing it for so many years.

"That is your name is it not?" Jacaerys teased. He walked over to a bench and sat down. He patted the space beside him for her to take a seat. She placed the watering can down and moved to sit beside him tense.

"I wanted to apologise to you, my action were not princely at all" Jacaerys' voice was softer than before when he used to speak with her. She was shocked, she did not know how to respond so she stayed silent.

"I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me" He continued leaning forward to see her reaction to his words.

"I admire you for what you did" Daena admitted after a couple of seconds of silence except for the sound of birds and leafs swaying in the summer air.

"You do?" Jacaerys was shocked by her words, he thought she would resent him for being so rude.

"You were protecting your Queen and mother, you faced danger with no fear and that is admirable, if I had actually been a traitor I could have killed you for being suspicious" Daerna finally dared to look at him. Jacaerys smiled a little and nodded his head accepting her compliments.

"I did my duty" Jacaerys shrugged. They both turned at the sound of children's laughter to find Lucaerys running after their brothers Aegon and Viserys while Rhaenyra and Daemon walked side by side watching them with smiles.

"You are lucky you know" Daena whispered feeling tears fill her eyes so she looked away to not show them to the Prince. She had never once played as a child or laughed like this, she never had a relationship with a parent or a sibling before.

"For what?" Jacaerys asked cocking up an eyebrow at her change in demeanour.

"To have a family, I never had that at all. My mother never cared and I never knew my father" Daena wiped under her eyes to rid of the tears. She took a small breath and turned to face him with a small and fake smile.

"Excuse me, my prince" She curtsied and hurried away from the gardens before he could stop her. He reached to grab her hand but she was too fast and left his hand hanging in the air and frown on his face.

Daena decided to fake a sickness and remained the rest of the day in her room. She knew that she overshared and she felt guilty for inflicting such things upon the prince. She could not help herself but feel a little jealous of him, he spent more time with her own father than she did. He had a loving mother dotting on him while her mother viewed her as mere filth under her nails, she did not even go searching for her when Daena ran away. She knew because she visited her to check up on her, she was still her mother after all and found her laughing with a wine cup in her hand while half naked in between some random man's arms. She remembered that day like the back of her hand, she cried for days and that was when Daemon showed her some sympathy and comforted her in her bed with a hand on her back, no more.

Her mother never hugged her or showed her any affection, her father's first hug or whatever it was in Jacaerys' room was merely because she was being attacked and he never came to check on her after, if she was okay or harmed. He was a dutiful father to his other children and even his step children, why couldn't he show her the same love? Of course she would never ask in public but in private when they were alone, without even the Queen there.

Daena buried her head in her pillow to muffle her sobs and cries. She was a horrible person for feeling like this, she should not feel jealousy, even they were bastards they were still royalty, she had no royal title, no lands, she was an almosy whore in Flea Bottom and a current servant, a mere slave in this huge palace.

The next day Daena had dark circles under her eyes and red eyes that she blamed on her allergies. She remained in the library cleaning not wanting to be in anyone's presence, even the servants who she had befriended over the years.

"Are you okay?" Daena tensed at the sound of Daemon's voice. She almost believed that the worry in his voice was fake but when she turned to face him and saw his expression it seemed real.

"Yes, your grace" Daena answered. Daemon frowned at the coldness in her voice. He walked over to her and placed his hands on her shoulders.

"I am your father, you can tell me anything" Daemon assured her with a soft smile on his usually rough expression. Daena stepped out of his hold and moved to the other side of the shelves and resumed her cleaning.

"You sure act like it" She rolled her eyes as the sarcastic words leave her mouth. She pulled a huge book from the shelf and wiped the dust off with a damp rag.

"Have I upset you, daughter?" Daemon asked following close behind her.

"Do not call me that" Daena hissed turning to glare at him. She tightened her grip on the rag almost ripping it in half.

"What? Daughter? But that is what you are to me" Daemon furrowed his brows and tried reaching for hands but she pulled away from him.

"I am a mere servant and do not soil your hands with my dirty ones" She moved to leave the library as tears build up in her eyes. Daemon was shocked, she had never been like this before, she has never showed the need for affection and accepted his offer to stay in the palace as a servant so he gave her space that he thought she needed even when it stretched for years. He was quick in grabbing her arm, faster than Jacaerys was and held her in my place.

"What is bothering you?" Daemon questioned. He froze at the sight of the tears in her eyes.

"To feel loved by my parents for once in my life, to have a family and not be mere dirt for people to step on" Daena answered. Jacaerys had hurt her more than she thought he did, if she had been revealed as the bastard of Prince Daemon, no one would question her loyalty ever.

"You are loved by me" Daemon whispered. He pulled her close hugging her to his chest. He felt guilty for letting her get to this point of longing.

"No you do not, you love your real family more" Daena sobbed against his chest. She still held him tight wanting to stay there, to keep feeling the comfort in his arms.

"That is not true, I love you just as much, I may not have been there from the beginning nor was I the best father but I love you still. When you revealed your hair that day I realised my mistake of wanting you dead. You are one of the prettiest girls my eyes have landed on and I am so sorry for letting you feel so unloved" Daemon pulled away half way through his speech and wiped her tears but that did not stop them from gushing down her cheeks.

"All I wanted was your love, I want no last name or lands all i wanted was you" Daena whispered. Daemon leaned his forehead onto hers. It was so unlike him to show emotions or so much of it.

"And you have it, all of it" Daemon whispered. Daena wrapped him in a second hug having not had enough of his comfort, his heat and love. the pair stood there for what felt like hours in each others arms.

That night Daena prepared herself for bed with a smile on her face in her brand new room given to her on the orders of Daemon. It was much bigger than the one she shared with the other servants. A knock on the door broke her train of thoughts and she looked at the door through the mirror she sat in front of.

"Come in" She called. She stood up from the chair and turned to face the door with her robe tightly covering her body and sleeping dress. She was surprised when the brunette prince walked in with a small smile.

"My prince" She curtsied when their eyes met. He stepped over to, he was so close she could almost feel his body.

"Do you like your new room?" He asked looking around them at the room. The bed was to the right almost against the wall with only a small bedside table there to separate the bed from the window overlooking King's Landing. There was a fireplace with a sitting area around it and table if she wished to eat in her room along with a small library and desk.

"Very much, my prince" Daena answered smiling brightly at him. This was the first time he had seen her smile like this.

"Jace" He whispered. His flickered over both of hers then down to her lips and back up again leaving her breathless.

"What?" She tilted her head to the side confused on why he would say his own name.

"Call me Jace" He explained, voice soft and hand reach fore her own. He raised there intertwined hands up to his lips and kissed her knuckles making her gasp, in the eyes of everyone else she was still a servant and if someone were to walk in on them there would be only trouble for the both of them.

"Forgive me, My lady, I have wronged you so many times before" He whispered against the skin of her knuckles.

"All is forgiven ,Jace" She whispered. her heart was beating faster than she thought possible. He could not hold back himself anymore and leaned down capturing her lips with her own. She wrapped her free arm around his neck letting her fingers play with the hair at the back of his head making him sigh against her lips softly. His arm wrapped around her waist pulling her into him as he deepened the kiss while their fingers stayed intertwined.

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In every universe Jason Peter Todd dies young. It’s a fate sealed across the multiverse. Maybe he could hope that there’s one universe where he doesn’t. aka, Jason, Dick, and Bruce go multiverse hopping, and are not having a fun time. (Ps, when I started writing this fic I hced Jason as Latino, but I don't really believe in that hc anymore, so just a heads up if you don't like that hc)

TRIGGER WARNING -> Child Death (it's Jason)

Currently, they were standing in front of a Palace. And they were definitely sent back to Medieval times, but not really because the clothing didn’t really match up with the architecture, and the weapons.

Oh, there was also a strong sense of magic, so probably more Dungeons and Dragons vibes. Sick.

Dick took a couple breaths, clenching his fists and releasing them. “Our money’s gonna be useless here. And we should probably get different clothes so we blend in more, but we can’t get those things because we don’t have money.”

So they were going to ignore the fact that the cashier’s name was Jack White. Like… Jack Oswald White. Like the Joker. 

To be fair, Jack White is a common name. Jason tucked the comic books into a hidden pocket in his jacket, “We should go deeper in.”

“But this universe’s Bruce is probably in the Castle.”

“It’s a Palace. Castles have defense structures. We can collect gossip from the maids.” 

Dick raised an eyebrow, “Gossip?”

“Yeah. How else are we supposed to get information on the Royal family? Use a computer?” 

So they went deeper into the palace, sticking to the shadows, and listening to people. 

Kal-El was the current King, but before that it was Jor-El, and before that it was Thomas Wayne. Bruce still has prince status, but he– he didn’t abdicate his claim to the throne, because he was fourth in line– Clark, Kon, Jon, and then Bruce, but Something something, the Els were gods, better if they had the throne, blah blah blah. So it was more like the Els were ruling because the people thought very highly of them. 

Dick frowned, “Does that mean he’s Uncle Kal, not Uncle Clark?”

“Just call him, your Majesty .”

The Els practically adopted Bruce after Martha and Thomas died, which made all three of them frown, because what about Alfred? There was something about all the Robins– guess there weren’t secret identities here either– being back together in the palace for the first time in a while . That also implied that Royal Bruce had already adopted all– if not most–of them.

Jason snorted, “Dick, do you think you go by Knightwing?”

“I’m pretty sure we all just go by Rob– Oh fuck you.”

Apparently, Dick was usually traveling around, helping whoever needed help along the way. Cass was in Themyscira, (Which, lucky Jason wishes he could go to Themyscira) but came back that morning, with Diana. Tim had been undercover in an enemy kingdom. Damian and Duke had been staying at the palace.

Then, Jason felt an energy. It wasn’t a bad energy, like an Untitled or a bad vibe from someone. No. It actually felt really familiar. 

He could feel the energy calling to him. Not luring him in a malicious way, but in a guiding way. He knew it was his energy, but it felt so much stronger. It was so much stronger than his own. 

They came to a courtyard, where Steph and Cass were sparring with each other, Jon and Damian were seated in front of Dick as he did some flips, Tim and Kon were climbing a tree, and Duke and Jay were sat crisscrossed in a corner with blindfolds over their eyes. Though, Jay was grinning while Duke was frowning.

“ Jason… I’m tired of this.” Duke whined. He was really young. Maybe, 9? “Aren’t you supposed to be teaching me?”

“I can not teach you, only guide.” Jay backhanded Duke.

“ Ow! What was that for? ”

“I am trying to guide you through foresight. Obviously, you didn’t see that coming.” Duke tried to hit Jay back, but Jay shifted just out of the way so he wouldn’t get hit, “I saw that coming days ago.”

Duke straightened a bit, “Really?”

“No, it was just predictable. I can only see bigger things, remember?”

Dick (his brother) immediately turned to him from where they were hiding, and whispered “Can you read the future?” 

Jason made a so-so gesture, “Not often.”

Dick frowned and looked like he was going to say something, when Cass stopped sparring and looked straight at them.

“Hold it Cass, it’s part of Duke’s training.” Jay also turned to face Jason, even though he had his blindfold, and grinned, “Alright, Duke. Your way of seeing into the future is different from mine. The way I can do it is through space, and astral projection. Your powers work by…” Jason trailed off so that Duke could finish the sentence.

“Changing light.” Duke chewed at the side of his cheek, “But how does that relate to me being able to see into the future?”

Jay took off his blindfold, “There was light yesterday, there is light today, there will be light tomorrow.”

“I hate it when you speak all cryptic.” Duke huffed and crossed his arms. “You’re like an old man trapped inside– Oh! Oh! Wait! You mean I can see the light of tomorrow, today!”

“Or, like, a couple seconds from now, right now , but yes.” 

“Then why am I wearing a blindfold?” Jay let out a snort, while Duke ripped off his blindfold and swatted Jay with it, “You’re an a–” Duke cut himself off as his eyes flashed golden, and turned to face Jason, Dick, and Bruce.

Jason raised his hands and entered the courtyard, “Hello. We come from a different world, by the way. It’s kinda in the future, but it’s not this future…” He looked over to Jay, “Was that our cue? We didn’t really have time to plan this all out.” 

“Yup. You guys are right on time.” Something… resigned flashed over Jay’s face, though was quickly covered up with a welcoming smile. 

Cass to Jay worry clear on her face, “There’s that look again.”

“I’ve got all kinds of looks.” Jay made a silly face, but immediately stopped when Cass gave him a don’t do that look. “Don’t worry. If it was important, I’d tell you.”

Cass visibly softened for a second, before placing her hand on her hips, “You better.”

Jay looked at his brother Dick, “I already told Bruce and Uncle Kal that we’d have guests.” 

“And you didn’t tell me?”

“That’s because you’re here right now. And you know Bruce would probably put them in the dungeon if I didn’t warn him beforehand.”

“I’ll put you in the dungeon.”

Jay opened his mouth like he was about to shout something, but Dick quickly covered it with his hand. Jay then bit Dick’s hand, “I wasn’t even going to tattle.”

Cass snickered, “Lies.”

Jay gasped, “You’re supposed to take my side. I’ve known you for longer.”

“Quality over quantity.” Cass shrugged. Though, she was smiling in a playful way.

“Wait, how long have you guys known each other?”

Jay threw an arm over Cass’s shoulder, “Since birth. We’re practically twins.”

“We’re not twins. I’m older.” Cass shoved Jay away, but then frowned, “Are we not close in your world?”

Honestly, Jason was surprised they were in this one.

…It was probably because Jay didn’t kill. That always seemed to be the main issue between Jason and his Cass. Initially, Cass absolutely despised Jason for killing. If anything, her lines were even harsher than Bruce’s when it came to that, and because Jason knew she hated him for killing, he just… stayed away. 

Then, one night after patrol, he walked into his safehouse to see her waiting for him. She told him why she didn’t kill. How she saw every life as valuable. She asked him why he killed. 

At first he said because the people he killed deserved it. And that he didn’t think the same way as Cass did. That some people deserve to die because they are scum.

But she didn’t believe it. Because she said that she saw him seconds before Jason had killed someone. She said his body language looked like he was convincing himself to kill. So she asked him again, why did he kill?

He had to think about it for a moment, but eventually he said ‘Because the people I kill have made victims. And those victims deserve peace. Peace that I can give them.’  

Then she nodded, and looked at him like she was looking through his soul, ‘Because you haven’t been given that peace.’ And then she just left.

Since then, it’s been better between the two of them, but Cass was still the person he got along with the least out of the whole…team. And Jason didn’t get along with a lot of them. There was Tim– which he seemed really close with in the fourth universe, and the Wings universe. He didn’t really get along with Damian– but the kid seemed to adore him in the last universe. Even Dick seemed a lot closer to Jason in the Wings universe. Maybe if he had never died he wouldn’t be alone.

“Um… no, but I haven’t known you since birth. With time we’ve gotten closer.” Which, technically was true, but it was a half lie.

If Cass picked up on it she chose not to say anything.

“Well that sucks. Anywho, I wanna talk to Giant Jason.” Jay grabbed his hand and dragged Jason out of the courtyard, out of earshot from everyone else. 

“Won’t the Kryptonians still be able to hear us?”

“Kon and Jon’s powers haven’t come in yet. And Uncle Kal won’t eavesdrop unless we shout.” Long gone was the Jay who was happy and joking around with his siblings, as he pressed a palm to Jason’s sternum and closed his eyes. “Ok, good. You’re also a master of the All-Blades. Yours are a lot more powerful than mine.” he could see relief flood into Jay.

“Kid, I’m pretty sure you’re a lot more skilled than I am.” Obviously if he was helping Duke with his precognition, Jay looked at All –the past, present, and future– better than Jason was. And he was pretty sure that Jay astral projected for Jason to find him.

Jay shook his head with a smile that made him look much older than he actually was, “You have a lot more soul than I do. Kinda like you have two.” they started walking farther away from the courtyard, “Have you seen what happens next?”

Jason scratched the back of his neck, “Um, no. I only look at All when I have a chance to sit down and meditate." He doesn’t do it often. It makes him a bit unhinged for the next couple weeks after he does it. The last time he looked at All had been right after Bruce’s disappearance, and he almost killed Tim and Damian. Jason may be the lone human able to master the art without going insane, but… he kinda does, every time he tries.

“A group of Untitleds are going to invade the palace looking for Duke in fifteen minutes. It’s too much for me to take on.” 

Jason almost stopped in his tracks, does he know he dies? “I’ll fight beside you. Should we get Duke someplace safe? All of your siblings, actually.”

Jay’s eyes darted around the room, probably looking at all possibilities, “No. They’ll be safest where they are. The Untitled will appear at the Eastern entrance. We’ll get to them before the alarm sounds, and then they’ll come rushing, which will give us enough time to slay most of them.”

Jason nodded, as they continued to speed off in silence. “So, if you knew Cass from birth, but you also have trained with the All-Caste… What's the timeline?” It was meant as a distraction, but also, Jason was really just curious.

“My father was a mercenary, and he learned from Lady Shiva. So I knew Cass from when I was younger, but it was more like we were acquaintances. After my father died, Essence found me and brought me to the Acres of All and I was there for two normal years. I left once for a.. It wasn’t a mission, because I was nine, but Ducra sent me out to get familiar with the feel of magic outside of the Acres of All. I found Cass on the run, and I decided to stick with her. I’m sure Ducra knew this would happen. 

"We were on the streets together for three years. We also met Duke out there during our later years. We were kinda a little family of our own. Bruce caught me stealing from him, Cass helped me get away. Then Bruce found us helping people out of a burning building and decided to take us in. I go back to the Acres of All every once in a while, but usually I stick to home base. What about you?” 

They had gotten to a set of double doors, so Jason assumed they were at the Eastern entrance. “Hmm, well, I was also living on the streets by the time I was nine. Bruce also caught me stealing from him, but took me in after I helped him stop crime school. I think my Papi also knew Lady Shiva, but I didn’t know he knew her until I was 15. Then I died, but I came back to life. Talia brought me to the Ducra, and I learned under her for six normal months, but then I–” Ice slid down his spine, making the hairs on his arm stand up and his stomach twist. 

They both summoned their blades.

And the doors opened.

And they attacked

There was something so oddly natural about fighting alongside this version of himself. It felt almost as natural as fighting alongside Bruce.

 It could just be because Jay knew how Jason fought because he saw All and, despite this version of him being from a universe that was vastly different from his own, Jason still knew how he fought. The blend of a martial stance and a street brawl stance. The combination of flashy acrobatics he’d learned from Dick and the practical dodges and rolls. The mix of the analytical eye from Bruce and the intuition he had gained over the years.

“ Where is the son of Gnomon?” the Untitled hissed in unison.

Jason landed a kick on top of an Untitled’s knee, launching himself up to get a good opening for a stab, “An Omen? Didn’t realize omens could have children.” Obviously, Jason knew who Gnomon was. He remembers Duke, pft, duking it out with him a while ago. 

But this Duke was still young. And if these things kept coming after him… he needed someone to protect him. And yeah, they had Superman, but Superman and magic don’t mix.

Jay needed to stay alive . 

Jason jumped on the Untitled Jay was currently fighting and sunk his blades into its shoulders, catching a glance at Jay.

He– he was translucent. Which was not good. “Kid, take a breather!”

Jason was sure he could take the rest of the Untitled. There were only five left. He could take them. Jason could take them. Duke needed Jay. Jason could take them. 

He willed the blades to change form– into knives– and threw them, hitting one in the ear and one in the heart. 

Jay’s eyes widened like he realized something and whipped his head around to the door, where the rest of his family were prepped with swords and armor, rushing out to help. Jay turned back and narrowed his eyes at the Untitled in front of him. 

“Jay! Stop! I’ve got them!”

There were three Untitled left. Two near Jason, but he wouldn’t be able to get to the last one. Not while fighting these two. Not before Jay.

Jason summoned his blades back to his hands and he slashed an Untitled across the thigh.

Jay closed his eyes, and took a deep breath, before gripping his swords harder. “It’s me or my family. I can’t have that happen.” He looked back and locked eyes with Duke, “ Shine for as long as you live, Don’t be sad about anything,” Jay looked away and lifted his chin towards the Untitled, “For life is short, And time will demand its due.” Then he charged.

And as Jay’s blade sunk into the heart of the Untitled, the blade started to dim until it evaporated into thin air. And then his hand faded away, followed by his arm, then head, then chest, until nothing was left.

Jason slit the neck of the last Untitled.

The silence.

The silence felt too loud. 

Until, “Where’d– where’d Jason go?” From Stephanie, voice wavering.

Duke frowned, eyes glowing golden, “What are you talking about? He’s right there!”

Tim blinked a couple times, but it didn’t cover the fact that his eyes were glossy, “Duke–”

“He’s right there! I can see him! Cass, you can see him, right?” Duke looked to the spot Jay used to be in back to Cass, “Cass?”

Cass looked at the spot Jay had disappeared from and shook her head no , once. Then twice. Her blank expression crumpled into pure grief as she fled back into the Palace.

“No!” Duke glared at everyone, “He’s right there! I can see him! Why can’t you guys see him ?” His eyes flickered from gold to brown, back to gold then back to brown, leaving the kid confused, “He’s– he was– he was right there!” He closed his eyes tight , and then opened them, “He was right there ! Where’d he go? Jason? Jason!” He ran over to where Jay was last standing, “JASON!!! ” Duke spun around in a circle trying to figure out where Jay went, but he couldn’t find him. He couldn’t find him.

Duke balled his hands into fists as his breathing began to speed up.

Then–an ear piercing scream.

And everything around them got brighter and brighter and brighter. They couldn’t tell what was Duke’s doing, but they also knew it was time to leave.

[plump-lips-imagine]

Ayeee I just found this blog and I just watched the movie a second time (For English cast and toootally not mainly Jack black Bowser) and it was AWESOME qwq

Can I have either a fic or hcs of a female reader just as obsessed with Bowser as he is with Peach and reader is here to change his mind, maybe even going as far to bring (and by bring I meant steal) the guy back to reader's castle/palace to show him the collection of him and his kingdom in reader's bedroom, look! reader even have a big statues of him in the private music/dance room where reader dream of dance to his music as he plays, or maybe even dance with him

My collection so far, I especially like to tell everyone I met about the story of how I got my Bowser and Junior plushie, I'ma share if interested

YOOOOO, Cool Drip! I Love the collection you have. It makes me lowkey jealous lol. I hope you Like what I made! I try to only make head cannons but it turned into this lol.

Marry Me, My Darling Bowser! (1/2)

You stand at the throne of the Bowser himself, with a confident and determined smile across. Bowser looks at you with a genuine look of disgust and annoyance, but that doesn't stop you from getting on one knee and holding out your hand.

"Bowser, My Dragon King! Will you Marry Me?"

He growls as he tries to hold back the fire that was rising in his chest.

"For the last time Pipsqueak, NO!"

You weren't dejected, not even in the slightest, as you stood back up and patted your dress down. You then let out a loud laughter that made His Majesty's eyes glow red.

"AHAHAH! Always a jokester. Is this any way to treat your future wife?"

"I mean it!!" "Aw, Come on. Don't be shy! I even proposed myself, so you didn't feel like you had to. We were just meant to be!"

Bowser claws at his throne as a bottle of rage was about to erupt inside of him. His minions look at him nervously, backing away ever so slightly.

"Are you dense?! I hate you! I don't harbor anything for you! I Only love Peach. Why can't you just leave me alone!?!"

Everything was coming out of one ear as you slyly grin at him.

"Playing hard to get, huh? I like that in a man." A vein pops on Bowser's head. "Oh please, my darling. Let me make me happy. I'll be the best wife you'll ever have!!......Well,only wife you'll have too!"

Bowser's Flame comes in your direction, The flame barely missing a part of your dress that was scorched when you dodged it.

"........Alright, I understand. You're a little stressed and the proposal was lacking. Don't worry! I'll come back with a better one next week. Get some rest, My love!" As you exit, the Koopa guards quickly closed the door in order to subside the King's anger. With a heavy groan, Bowser turns to Kamek, who jolts in surprise.

"If that Girl so much as steps into this Kingdom, I want her thrown out immediately. Got it!"

"Y-Yes Sire!!"

***

Aw Man!! I really thought I had him with that one!!" You pouted as you stomped around the room in a huff.

"Your Highness, please come down." Your attendant calmly says, watching your miniature tantrum.

Oh Yeah. I forgot to mention an important detail.

You are Princess (Y/N), Ruler of the Poison Shroom Kingdom. Your Kingdom was Known for its vicious wildlife of piranha, the poisonous ecosystem of purple ooze, and not to mention the not-so-soft toads that were under your rule as they were taller stronger, and more intimidating than that of the Mushroom Kingdom, with darker tones to match. Safe to say, you don't get many visitors around here.

But it's not so bad wants you get used to it. It was home to you. The purple theme of the castle was beautiful to those who took the time to see it. It was also home to many rare herbs and medicine for those needing cures for ailments of any kind, with you being an expert on the topic yourself.

This is one of the reasons why the Toads also like you as their ruler. You were very kind to them and actually cared about them, no matter how dangerous a job was. They are extremely loyal to you to a fault. They respect every decision you make. Well, almost.

"Honestly, Princess. I don't see what you see in such a brute anyway. He's such a monster. I don't see how you love such a dangerous creature in the first place."

You let out a dramatic gasp, looking back at your royal attendant who just rolled their eyes at who.

"Toadye!! That is no Monster! That is my Future Dragon King!! He just has a hard time saying his true feelings about me is all! We're soulmates, I just know it!"

Toadye, your most loyal attendant. She is also what you consider to be your best (only) friend as she has been with you for the longest time. She was a tall toad, her mushroom heads a dark violet with black spots at the center, and dark black hair to compliment her look.

"Princess, as your servant and as your friend. He has too many red flags."

"He just a little misunderstood. I swear that I have the charm to break his walls."

Toadye gives you a look.

"Right, you mean that time you 'invited' him to our Kingdom he oh so loved visiting."

Right. So, you maaaaay have 'technically' kidnapped him that one time to get home to your Kingdom. But it was for a good reason!!!

"That was a misunderstanding! I was going to just patch him up after he got hurt by his many battles. He was unconscious so I was sure he didn't mind if I brought him home to heal him."

"Ma'am, he literally tried to burn your face off and destroyed half the village."

"Well....Water under the bridge. :)"

Toadye slaps her face in exhaustion. Man, were you as stubborn as a mule."

"Toadye, I swear. He isn't as bad as he seems to be." You walk over to your bed, picking up a large homemade Bowser Plushie, and hugging it to your body.

"I see something in those large ruby eyes. I just want him to give me a chance. It'll happen soon, I just know it.

Toadye looks at you hugging and swooning for the Plush in your hands and sighs. She doesn't get it, but she'll stand by you in your pursuit.

***

"MY DARLING~!"

Bowser flinches at the familiar voice and groans. Peach looks at him confused in the cage she is being held prisoner in. Mario was the only one that could make his face scrunch up in displeasure like that, but she didn't recognize the voice that entered out of nowhere.

Several noises of struggles could be heard in the distance as the castle violently shook a bit, a red koopa came it sliding on the back of his shell, knocked out and dizzy which made Peach flinch at the chaos that was happening.

She was surprised to see a woman come from the throne room entrance. And a royal too! She's kinda like her.

"Bowser! My Beloved, Please Marry Me! I'd fight a thousand koopas for you!" You say with a love-struck gaze in your eyes that made Peach give you a look. By the chaos that was happening behind you, she could tell you weren't lying.

Well, more or less like her.

Bowser glares down at you. Fighting the urge to throw you out.

"You got a lot of nerve coming back here."

"A wife never leaves her husband alone too long." :)

"I told you to stop calling me that!"

"Why must you push away your soon-to-be wife like so" You put on your best crocodile tears to tease him a bit.

"Grrrr." a low grumble can be heard from his chest.

He rubbed his face, letting out a puff of smoke. He then glances back at Peach for a quick second and gives a smirk back at you.

"As you can see, I am far too busy making arrangements for the actual love of my life. If you can excuse us, I'm busy with my conversation with Peach." The sneered in his condescending tone made it clear that he was dropping huge hints at you.

however, you only look at the cage that he was presenting to you with a blank stare. Peach felt herself shrink at your gaze. If you love Bowser this much, she didn't know what to do if you saw her as a potential threat. It's bad enough that she has to deal with Bowser.

"Peach..." You mumbled softly. As you took a step forward towards her cage, causing her to take a slight step back in the limited space.

But She wasn't ready for the full sprint that you took towards her, jumping into the bars of her cage, griping tight as you cause the cage to jerk in place. Peach jumps back at your sudden movements as she feels her heart in her mouth from your sudden closeness. She almost lost one of her lives there.

"You're Peach! I've finally got to meet you in Person! My Fiancé has talked about you a lot! You rule the Mushroom Kingdom I Believe. You are so much prettier than he ever described you to be! We should hang out! Have you ever seen the Poison Mushroom Kingdom! I could be your tour guide! I'm Princess (Y/N) btw." You rambled to Peach, not taking a second to breathe.

"Uh,....huh....ummm?" Peach could only look at you flabbergasted at the energy that you have leaped at her with. Your forwardness and surprising friendliness made her forget the predicament that she was in. "Hi?"

"Hey! Leave the Princess alone, Pipsqueak!!" Bowser stomped his way towards you, causing Peach to jump again, being reminded of his presence here.

"Relax, My love. I was just making a friend. Sitting in this cage must be so tiring for a Princess like her.' You turn to look back at her. " Hey, wanna get out of this cage and hang? I got some great places to recommend. Do you like Pizza-"

Bowser could be heard behind you. He quickly grabs you in his claws and gives you a slight squeeze to make you stop your rambles. He brings you close to his face, and you see his eyes glow red in anger. "Listen, Brat. I'm tired of your games and your stubborn delusions getting in the way of my happiness. Get out of here before I am forced to burn you to a crisp!!

You noticed the flames that can be heard in his throat and frowned at him with a disappointed look on your face, "So mean.... This isn't how you're supposed to treat your spouse." You whispered but you quickly bring a smile to your face. ".... Alright fine. I'll go." You jump out the bars of the cage and run back to the entrance.

"I'll just wait until the red guy saves you again. I saw him not too long ago. It shouldn't be long. I'll make sure to visit you once you're back home. Bye, Peach!" You run out before Bowser can yell out at you for the backhand insult that you gave him.

Peach found herself slowly waving goodbye out you even though you were already gone.

She wouldn't mind if she saw you again.

Bowser Huffs at you then turns back to Peach, trying to fix face with his 'charming' smile.

"Now. Where were we~?"

Peach Rolls her eyes. Oh brother.

***

It's been about a week after the faithful encounter with Princess Toadstool herself, but you promised to visit her as soon as possible when she got saved.

You stood at the entrance of Prach's Castle. Two of her toads stood up right at the entrance with shields, guarding the door. The toads that decided to accompany you stared at them with an 'unimpressed ' look written on their face, including a dangerous aura that surrounded your toad guards. Toadye was right beside you, making sure nothing funny was happening.

The toads that were guarding the door already looked petrified.

"What...What business do you have here?" The toad on the asked, standing his ground.

You walked up to them calmly, with a big smile on your face.

"Good afternoon, Citizens of the Mushroom Kingdom. My name is (y/n). I have come from the Kingdom of the Poison Mushrooms, and I am the princess of that Kingdom. My business today is to speak with the Princess of this castle. She was rescued not too long ago, and I felt a princess on- on-one would be a nice way for her to relax after the stressful situation."

You greeted as gracefully as you could with your gloved hands held tight to each other in anticipation. the looks on the guards' faces didn't ease up the anxiety that swell inside your chest. They seemed even more on edge hearing your Kingdom's name.

one clears his throat and straightens up. "I'm sorry that you have come this far, your majesty. But our Princess is very busy at the moment. I'm afraid she is not taking any visitors as of now"

Your smile falls a little at this news. Surely she could have enough time to at least speak with you. It has been a while and the path to becoming best friends is to keep in touch with one another.

"A-Are you sure? I don't mind waiting a little bit, but I would be happy to speak with her for just a few minutes. Just to let her know that I'm here?"

"We highly suggest that you come at another time. The p-princess has enough on her plate as it is." The other guard speaks up.

"Are you suggesting that your princess can't handle a few minutes to speak to a guest that has so graciously come all this way to check on her wellbeing?" Toadye buts in, crossing their arms together and glaring at the guards.

the guards' eyes widened in astonishment at her blunt words that they could barely register what she said."

"W-What are you implying?"

"I'm just curious as to why Princess Peach has two of her door guards tell us that she couldn't possibly come to the door for royal company. Are 2 minutes of her time that valuable that she can't tell us herself that she cannot have guests or.....Are you perhaps lying through your teeth?" She says without batting an eye at the two, making the toads hold their breaths.

You step in.

"HEeheh,ummmm, what my advisor is trying to say is that...We just want to see if the Princess is okay. I consider her to be someone I find a connection with, and I just want to bring relief to her Princess life. Someone who understands. But if she is too busy, I guess we'll leave."

the solemn look on your face hits the guards with hard guilt to their chest. they didn't think you would be this ad about it. before they could say anything else, the castle doors begin to open. Everyone steps back and it reveals Princess Peach herself with an elderly toad next to her.

She looks surprised to see your standing there with your own guard and advisor. "Princess (Y/N)?"

"Peach!!" You run up to her and gave her a big hug, but then quickly let go to hold onto her hands, with a huge smile on your face.

The guards, your guards, the elderly toad, and Toadye look with shock at your forward approach to Peach. It was so casual that it seemed like a capital offense.

Peach flinched at the sudden display of affection, but she soon calmed down and actually began to smile as well. She held your hands in hers too. It was actually nice to see you visit.

"Princess (Y/N), I was beginning to worry that you wouldn't show up today. I was starting to think something bad had happened."

"Pfft what no! I'm alright. I heard from your guards that you were too busy today. I was about to leave."

"Really. Is that so?" Peach gave the guards a look that made them look the other way. "No matter. I want to get to know you. I have tea and cake waiting inside the castle. Oh! -"

The princess looks back at the elderly toad by her side. 'Princess (Y/n), this is Toadswroth, he is my royal advisor and has taken care of me ever since I was a baby."

You step back and bow politely, albeit a little clumsily though.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Toadsworth. You look go for your age. You must be a hard-working toad!" He only chuckles and bows back.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, princess."

You stand back up and gesture to Toadye. "Thsi is my loyal advisor Toadye. We are like two peas in a pod and she's been protecting me since I was young. she may be a bit mean, but she's really a sweetheart! Right,Toadye?

She stares at them for a second and gives a nod in acknowledgment. "A pleasure." As aloof as ever.

Princess Peach breaks the awkward silence with a cough. "Now then, let's have tea shall we?" She gestures inside as you go inside the castle.

You're very first Tea party!

[shapeshiftinterest]

Frightened To Flirty In 3 Seconds Flat: bowser x luigi

set sometime during the part in the mario movie where bowser and luigi meet

except instead of being scared, luigi's so terrified he loops back into acting really flirty

story under the read more

Frightened To Flirty In 3 Seconds Flat (also on ao3)

“What’d you say to me, Greenie?”

Luigi gulped, he’d always get more snappy after being scared to a certain point. Mario used to say he’d go from frightened to flirty in 3 seconds flat once it crossed the line.

The giant turtle-dragon thing took a heavy step forward, eyes burning into Luigi’s, smoke billowing out the sides of his maw. A clawed hand suddenly found it’s way under the plumber’s chin, almost breaking the skin.

“You better bite your tongue before I-”

“Before what?” Luigi scoffed, rolling his eyes and giving the king a once over. He jerked his head to ‘look down’ at the other, lids lowered with a grin. “You gonna bite it for me if I don’t?”

The claw and its owner pulled away in disbelief. A smaller turtle with glasses and blue robe gasped in outrage; waving their hand, the magic gripping Luigi grew tighter, forcing the air out of him with a pathetic sounding wheeze.

“How dare you insult His Majesty Bowser, King of the Koopas!”

“Oh, I can do much more than dare,” the plumber squeaked out, his grin turning to a grimace from the pressure.

Meanwhile, ‘Bowser’ had finally snapped out of his initial shock of being sassed at. Shaking his head, the Koopa King glared at his hostage. “Bwuh- I- F-Fuck you, human!” He roared. Hm, maybe not completely free of shock then.

‘This would be a really good time to stop talking,‘ Luigi thought to himself.

“FUCK ME YOURSELF, YOU COWARD!”

‘Or maybe not.’

Yeah, he was gonna die.

“Ooooo...” Red eyes snapped to the trio of little masked guys that’d brought Luigi to the throne room. Flustered, confused, and just overall done with the conversation, Bowser snapped his claws at them.

“What is wrong with this one,” the king muttered.

“Just... toss him in the dungeons with the other prisoners,” Bowser said, waving a dismissive hand at the kidnappers as they carried the plumber away.

“The only prison that can hold me are your thick, beefy arms-hrk!,” Luigi called out, right before one of the masked guys gagged him with some extra rope.

“LEAVE!”

A loud thud followed by the sound of stone crumbling was the last thing Luigi heard as the large double doors closed.

[howlingday]

tragic backstory (tm) au)

pyrrrha and jaune have a date. yang is defnatly not jealous and neither is ruby they're just tagging along for moral support…. yeah!

ozpin takes the time to inspect jaune's gear for him. he's seeing a lot of … aura? magic? something like that. it's rearranging the metals and making them both sturdier and acting like a conductor for jaune's aura… this is something he heard about when he was a boy… as in a boy back in his first life. but it was only for great legends.

… just what has he turned jaune into?

(slaying the dragon was a big enough feat that now jaune's weapons and armor are more symbols of that feat than actual items. more like if you somehow crystallized the attention and emotions people felt about jaune's slaying of the dragon. tldr jaune's got a couple of noble phantasms on his hands)

Ponce Age

Pyrrha: (Sighs contently, Holds Jaune's arm)

Jaune: Everything okay, Pyrrha?

Pyrrha: Yes. Everything is just... perfect.

Ruby: (In a bush) Target in sight.

Weiss: They're not targets, Ruby.

Yang: I mean, they're the reason we're out here, so...

Blake: Targets.

Emerald: And why are we following them? Shouldn't we be respecting their privacy?

Mercury: And miss this blackmail? Yeah, right!

Emerald: Wait, are we really here for blackmail?

RWBY: (Holding up their scrolls) Um...

Emerald: I can't believe this...

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Wei: Do you truly believe this?

Adam: (Bound by chains, Welts all over him) Yes! All of my suffering has been by the hands of a hum- ARGH!

Wei: No! You only suffer because you lack discipline! You lack understanding! Humanity did not give you that scar. It is your naivete and ignorance that causes you pain!

Adam: ...

Wei: Who did this to you? Who is responsible for your incarceration? Who is the one who put you away, only to be freed later by my hand?

Adam: ...Me- ARGH!

Wei: You say the correct answer, but you do not believe it. If you are going to speak, then speak with certainty.

Adam: Jaune Arc...

Wei: Good. Your honesty will reward you this once... with less pain!

Adam: AUGH! ARGH! DAMMIT! WHAT IS THE POINT OF THIS TRAINING?! I WOULD HAVE HAD HIM! I WOULD HAVE KILLED- AAAAAAAAUGH!

Wei: You were fighting an unarmed opponent and you lost. He surprised you not only once. Your rage for humanity blinds and now your hatred of this Jaune Arc is blinding you more so! If you wish to become stronger, you must free yourself of your mask of animosity! See the world for what it truly is!

Wei: See this Jaune Arc for who he truly is.

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Jaune: Ugh, I still can't believe this...

Pyrrha: What's wrong, Jaune? Are you mad we got free snowcones?

Jaune: It's the being free I'm mad about, it's the reason. "Here you are, your majesty"? (Groans) Is this my life now?

Pyrrha: (Pats his back) You saved a lot of people, Jaune. People who will be forever grateful for what you've done in Mallet.

Jaune: I didn't do anything. I just held a sword... lance... drill thing and lucked a killing blow. After I abandoned you guys.

Pyrrha: You didn't abandon anyone. You were needed elsewhere. You abandoned us as much as you abandonded your sister when she got away from Adam Taurus.

Jaune: I... I guess.

Pyrrha: How is she, by the way?

Jaune: Cin-Cin is... Can you promise not to tell anyone?

Pyrrha: I promise. I could give an Arc's word, but...

Jaune: (Chuckles, Sighs) She's doing better, but I can tell she's traumatized by that night. Mom was telling me about how she's been avoiding kids at school. Kids with Faunus traits.

Pyrrha: Oh my...

Jaune: I know she doesn't mean it, and I can't say I blame her. Whenever I think about the White Fang or what that bastard did to her, I- (Crushes cup) ...Dammit.

Pyrrha: Here, let me clean that. (Wipes hand) And you have every right to be angry. What happened that night would be traumatizing for anyone, especially someone as young as your sister. I don't think there's a magical cure for what your sister is feeling, but what she does need is the same as what you need. (Looks at him) Love and support.

Jaune: (Blushes)

Yang: Damn... Pyrrha's making some moves.

Weiss: Is it any different than what any of the rest of you have done?

Mercury: Heh... Burn.

Emerald: Geez... I knew that guy was bad, but leaving a little girl traumatized? Never thought he'd go that far.

Blake: ...

Ruby: Are you okay, Blake?

Blake: ...I have to make things right. For everyone.

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Ozpin: No, no, this isn't right.

Ozpin: Perhaps if I applied fire and ice dust..?

Ozpin: ...

Ozpin: That did nothing. Unexpected.

Cinder: And he's been doing this all day?

Goodwitch: All week. Ever since what happened in Mallet, whenever Jaune Arc has nothing to do after classes, and he has no missions, our headmasters steals away his weapon to run secret investigations on his sheath.

Cinder: And what if Jaune needs his weapon?

Goodwitch: Ozpin has the locker moved up here for "upgrades", and in a distress, has it delayed until Ozpin sets the weapon in and shuts the door. He's also been excused from participating in combat classes until the "upgrades" are installed.

Ozpin: Glynda! Ms. Fall! I'm made a stunning breakthrough in my research! It turns out that all of the dust does absolutely nothing, ergo, Archaic, dust itself is entirely resistant to his sheath- I mean, his sheath is resistant to dust!

Cinder: ...And I should care why?

Goodwitch: I've stopped asking those questions a long time ago.

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Pyrrha: Thank you for the lovely date today, Jaune.

Jaune: Of course, Pyrrha, and, uh, thanks for keeping it on the cheap side and for paying for the snowcones.

Pyrrha: Of course, Jaune. I understand these dates can be very taxing on your wallet.

Jaune: On their own, no. But when you have three in the span of a week.

Pyrrha: (Giggles) I understand. Um, Jaune, do you think we could-

Shishi: Mr. Arc? May I have a word with you?

Jaune: Uh, sure. I'll meet you inside.

Pyrrha: ...Sure. (Opens door) I'll be waiting, Jaune-

Yang: YO! GET IN HERE AND DISH, GIRL!

Pyrrha: (Nervously chuckles) I'm coming! I'll see you soon, Jaune. (Steps inside)

Jaune: You're Shishi, right? From the first year, Team Savage?

Shishi: I'm pleased you remember me, but what I wish to discuss is not a team matter.

Jaune: Oh? Is it about classes? Because first year can be rough-

Shishi: No, no, it's about your social status.

Jaune: Ugh... Look, I know everybody thinks I'm a king, but I'm not. I'm just a regular guy!

Shishi: I know. I am well aware that you are not the king.

Jaune: ...I'm sorry, what?

Shishi: You are not the king.

Jaune: ...Huh. I, uh, wasn't expecting that, but man, does that make my day! Thanks, ma-

Shishi: I must ask that you stop pretending to be.

Jaune: Huh? But... But I'm not pretending. It's everyone else saying-

Shishi: Then make them stop. You're only serving the public by making an ass out of yourself. You're distracting everyone else from the true king.

Jaune: The true king. Look, I don't know-

Shishi: (Steps up to him) Then know this; continue to insult the royal family, and I will see you pay for it with true humiliation.

Jaune: Uh... N-Noted, um, your highness.

Shishi: Oh, I am not the king. (Turns away, Walks away) No, I am but a humble servant of the true crown.

Jaune: ...What the hell is going on?

[ultralightpoe]

The Deal - Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: Lmao, enjoy suckersssssssss. Taglist is off at the moment. 

Warnings: Smut (oral, fem recieving)

Word Count: 3217

Description: Aemond makes a deal with you on your wedding day

Your body jostled the entire carriage ride, bumping back and forth between your two sisters as they both gripped your arms tightly. They made it seem like they were holding on to you out of excitement, but you knew they were clutching you tightly so that you wouldn’t run. 

You were dressed extravagantly in the inn you had been staying at with your family, a wedding dress heavier than your dread and a headpiece that weighed your head down so much you might topple over. You already missed the clothes of your hometown, the comfortable dresses that didn’t show a lot of skin. 

You had been called to Kings Landing to marry the prince, the middle prince, Aemond Targaryen. 

Your parents had been so happy over the news, kissing your head over and over as you tried not to cry and scream. 

Aemond Targaryen was a monster, this much you were sure. 

You had heard a lot about him, everyone had. He had one eye, and most that met him said that once they narrowed in on you that you were sure to be killed. They spoke of his dragon, the largest in the world, and how Vhagar had killed so many other dragons. 

They said the prince never talked to anyone in the castle but his family and he hid in the shadows. 

You were to marry him, and live a very lonely life, if you lived that long. 

You were also told about his mistress, a lady who practiced magic, a shadow killer. 

Amerie, your younger sister, giggles beside you. “Do you think your Lord Husband will give you heirs?”

“He will perform his duty,” Your older sister, already married, snaps at her and shakes her head. “And Y/n, it won’t be so bad. It’s just one night, then the rest follows normally.”

“That’s supposed to make me feel better?” You laugh angrily, tears springing free from your eyes while your mother scoffs.

“You need to get it together, Y/n. Your Lord Husband will think you disgusting.” 

You want to scream at her, want to throw up and sob and run away, but instead you bite your lip and look out the small opening in the carriage. 

The carriage pulled to a slow stop and your body jerked as the driver called your arrival. Risking a glance to the top of the stairs of the temple you look to the royal family. The queen stood at the top, smoothing her dress down with what you assumed to be the hand of the king to her left glaring at the carriage.

There is a white haired man smirking, to her right, bags under his eyes. Plural on the eyes, and you were relieved to notice because the smirk the man had was making your entire body seize up. Beside him was a female in a light golden dress, looking up to the sky with boredom.

A wave of confusion travels through you as you do not see anyone else, until a new figure emerges from the shadows and a long white haired person stalks to the front with his mother. 

Aemond Targaryen was slim, and terrifying. He didn’t look to his siblings and he didn’t look to his grandfather, he briefly nodded at his mother before setting his eyes on the carriage, and smirking. 

“I will give you anything, let me run.” You whisper to your sister, ducking from the window so the skeleton wouldn’t see you. “My hidden novel collection will be yours.”

“It will be fine.” You older sister murmurs, smiling softly as your parents leave the carriage. 

The two hands on your arms both pull you to move, dragging you behind your parents as you make your way up the stairs. “Dont be sick, dontbesick dontbesick.”

“It will be fine.” She eases, rubbing your arm as your younger sister lets go of your arm and runs to your mothers side. 

“Your majesty, I thank you for this opportunity, my daughter has been blessed.” Your father bows and you finally get a glimpse of Aemond, already smirking at you as he stares. 

You blank out for a moment, snapping back when your parents move out of the way and you are being shoved up the stairs. 

Then he is there, holding out a hand with a tense jaw and a narrowed eye. Shit shit shit shit shit. 

You honestly didn’t know what happened, one moment you were reaching for his hand and the next you were flying down the stairs. You rip the headpiece off to gain speed and kick the shoes off, slipping a bit as you do before you start sprinting off. 

You don’t hear much, just your mother yelling after you and a hyena laugh as you book it, the tight braid forced into your hair holding up as you reach the bottom of the steps and run to the street. 

Then the earth is dragged out from under you, a heavy force dragging you to the stone beneath you. You let out a cry and try to shove the figure away, kicking them off and turning to crawl. A slender hand launches out to snatch your ankle and drags you back to them, pulling your dress down so you were not exposed to the world as they crawl over you and hold you there. 

“Stop, Stop figh-” The voice breaks off in a cry of pain as you fling your hand up to hit them, opening your eyes to see aemond looking down at you. Your hand is still shoving on his chin and he keeps staring. “I will make you a deal-”

“NO!”

“Stop fighting and I will make you a deal.” He mutters, slapping your hand off of his chin and looking straight into your eyes. “I won’t touch you. I won’t talk to you. Marry me and I swear to you that you won’t have to see me.”

“Why would you do that?”

“Do we have a deal?” He offers, watching you as you deflate. 

“Fine.” You whisper, letting him get up before he moves to pick you up under your shoulders and pat the dirt off your wedding gown. He then turns to the stairs and holds a hand out to you, this time you take it and he grips it tightly as he makes his way up the stairs. 

The queen is doing her best not to laugh as her son passes her, grabbing your shoulder softly as she walks with you both to the chapel. 

Your parents are glaring as your older sister is looking to the ground, Aemond tightens his hold on your wrist as if he thinks you are about to run again, but you don’t. 

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Aemond Targaryen keeps his promise after that, you rarely see him. 

He sits by you at dinners, chair as far away from yours as possible. Other than that you have separate rooms and he is never there. 

You spend your days with Helaena or the queen, and although you quite literally ran at your own wedding, you find yourself wondering where Aemond was all the time. 

You try to ask about him one day, doing your best to seem casual as you ask his mother. “Your majesty… do you by chance know where m-my lord husband is?” 

Her head snaps up almost instantly, eyes wide as she smiles. “Oh of course, let me send for him.”

  Before you can argue she is up, skirts swishing around her as she talks to the guard outside the door, coming back to sit down before you with a wide smile. “Oh my dearest, you have no idea how happy that makes me.”

“I do apologize if I have come to start bothering you, Your Majesty.” Anxiety claws up your throat as you begin to think she was excited to get rid of you. 

“Oh don’t be ridiculous, I love spending time with you, I just love seeing my children happy and you have final-”

Before she can say anything else the door is swinging open and Aemond rushes in seeming frazzled. He is out of breath and his hair is wild as he fixes his tunic and clears his throat, trying to seem normal. 

“I was summoned, something about Lady Y/n wanting to see me.” He mumbles, rubbing the back of his neck while moving closer. “Is everything alright?”

You nod and turn to look away, not seeing his shoulders fall in disappointment.  

“I believe Y/n wanted to go for a walk around the gardens,” Alicent mutters, a knowing smirk on her face as she looks to you. “I’m sure Aemond would be more than happy to take you.”

“I would be delighted to escort you, My Lady Wife……if you would let me.” The last part is waivered, a small crack in his voice as you nod and stand up. He instantly holds out his hand and you grab it softly while allowing him to lead you outside. 

You keep your hand on the inside of his elbow while he walks silently, looking at you every once and awhile. “H-have….Has the castle been to your liking? In the past few weeks?” 

“It’s been quite well, quiet but fine.” You smile, stepping over a branch as he nods. 

“Brother?” Helaena calls, looking worried as she walks up. “Are you alright? Aegon said that he saw you running through the castle-”

“I have no idea what you are speaking of dear sister, but I am very busy and I should be off.” He rushes out and you find yourself confused. 

“Oh, I am sorry if I am keeping you-” You begin to pull your hand away but he snatches it back. 

“No no. I am fine. Let’s go look at the flowers over here.” He rushes out, pulling you to more flowers. 

“How have you been?” You finally ask. 

“I have been busy dealing with Vhagar, she had fallen sick last week and was causing mayhem in the dragon cages.” He smiles and your eyes widen. “She ate almost 6 goats today.”

“Whole?”

“One bite each.” He brags until he sees the sickened expression on your face. “She’s a very nice dragon.”

“How is Alys?” You ask, rushing to change the subject before cringing and stepping back at the question. Did you really just ask your husband how his mistress is doing? “I am so sorry, that was such a rude quest-”

“I haven’t spoken to Alys in a year. She married a lord in the southlands.” He answers honestly before moving to walk. You stare at him before he turns back and offers his hand. “Are you coming?”

  He walks you to your bedchambers, nodding softly as you thank him. 

“I would be happy to come back and…. Escort you to dinner. If you would like?” He asks, eye looking down to the floor and for a moment you wonder where all the monstrous rumors started. 

“I… if you would not mind I would be happy for that.” You answer, bowing before moving into your room and trying to stop the heat beneath your skin as an excited feeling crawls up your throat. 

You rush to get ready, your maids all confused by the new excitement you are showing as you jump into a new dress and have them tie the corset. They braid your hair with flowers and put a blush onto your cheeks. 

Once you are ready you pace your room until a knock sounds at your door and you try to calm yourself down while you open it. Aemond stands on the other side, hair smoother than earlier as he attempts a small smile and holds out your hand. “Shall we?”

“It would be my pleasure.” You smile and grab his hand, allowing him to lead you to the feast hall. 

Once you make it to the dinner table he lets your hand go to pull out your chair, pushing you in and patting your ribs softly to make sure you are comfortable before taking his own seat, but this time he doesn’t pull his chair further from yours instead he leaves it and lets his elbow touch yours. 

“How was your day?” He asks, moving to fill your wine goblet as you smile at him. 

“It was fine, I spent the morning with your mother and then the rest with you.” You smile and he nods, ignoring Aegon as he calls his name.  “Is Vhagar doing better?”

“Yes. Those goats really cured her.” He teases and you smile, looking to where the king was being carried in. Aemond grabs your hand softly on top of the table and squeezes it in comfort. 

You keep your hand in his until dinner commences, only removing it to eat while the conversation around you continues on. “Y-your sister…uhm… your sister told me that you were quite the reader.”

“Oh yes. I read all the proper novels I was allowed.” You nod and he shakes his head. 

“I heard that you read a lot more…”

“Okay okay. I admit that I used to steal the books from our historian. Any book I could get my hands on.”

“Well…. We have archives here, a huge library. I would be happy to take you.” He offers and you find yourself smiling like a mad man. 

“That would be absolutely wonderful.” You smile and his widens to match yours. 

“Then tomorrow morning.” He nods and leans back to talk to his sister. 

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The next morning you were up before the sun came up, diving to your closet to find something to wear. 

By the time your maids come in they look around at the mess and back to you with wide eyes. “Lady Y/n… is everything alright?”

“NO NO IT IS NOT!” You snap, eyes welling up with tears. “I have always been the person that says she would never care what a man, let alone a husband, thought of her outfits and yet here I am panicking about my dresses. My sister has to be laughing at me right now.”

One of your maids smiles, and giggles as she grabs a green dress from the floor before moving closer. “Well Lady Y/n. I have it on good word that Aemond absolutely adores you, so you have nothing to fear.” 

You nod and let her get you ready, a nervous feeling traveling through you as the time gets closer. Soon enough you hear the sound of footsteps outside your door and before he can be announced or knock you swing it open and smile. 

He steps back with a wide eye for a moment before smiling. “Are you…. Are you ready to go?”

You nod and grab at his elbow, letting him lead you to the library. 

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It goes like this for weeks, he asks to escort you to the gardens or the library and every morning you get ready, spending the day with him. 

Today he had offered to take you for a walk on the beach, hand holding onto his as your feet sunk into the sand. 

He was ranting about the latest book you had read together, upset at the ending. “Who….who kills off the lead?”

“He deserved it, he was such a boring character.” You smile, flicking his cheek a little as he fake gasps. “I have been meaning to ask you my prince…”

“Anything.” He smiles. 

“The day we got married, after my run….”

“Faster than a horse. Never thought I would marry someone barefoot.”

“You made that deal, might I ask why?”

“That deal? Well I……” He tries to figure out what to say. “You seemed terrified. And I thought that if I married you then I would be helping both of us make our families happy. I did not want you to feel trapped.”

“I never thanked you for that.” You say, coming to a stop in the sand and watching as he turns to look at you. “Thank you for making that deal with me, I needed that. But…. I would like you to know that I no longer feel that way.”

Your skin is hot and you cannot tell if that was because of your heavy dress or the words you were speaking. 

He stares at you for a moment before taking a small step forward and letting his hands come up to your hair. “May I?”

You nod, and then he leans in to kiss you. It starts soft, lips slowly moving against yours until it’s like he wakes up and deepens the kiss. Suddenly his hands are tightening in your hair and he is biting your lip. 

You gasp out and claw at him to bring him closer, and he leans in instantly, pressing your body against the rock behind you. 

“I… I have waited for you….” He whispers, pressing his body onto yours, hands tracing the sides of your body as he looks at you. He waits for your approval before he starts bunching your skirts in his hand, your legs exposed to the morning breeze of the beach. 

“Aemond, I…….” You gasp out as he drops to his knees, sinking into the sand as he looks up at you. “What are you doing?”

“I beg of you…. Let me….” He murmurs, watching you nod before he dives in, his lips on your center in an instant. You gasp out as he devours you, nose rubbing against your folds as his jaw moves against you. 

You moan heavily, hand gripping his hair tightly as your breath begins catching. “Aemond….Aem-Aemond I-”

He takes a moment to let you breathe, kissing around your thighs before growling and pulling you forcefully to him, tongue diving into once more. He moves like a mad man, fingers clenched around your thighs as he feasts. 

“Wait wait wait. Something feels-” And then you are crying out, thighs tightening around his head as you come undone. 

He looks up at you with a wild grin, keeping a hold of your hips as he finally stands from the sand, moving to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips, skin heating in a slight embarrassment. 

“What was that?” You ask, voice a mere whisper as he leans in and kisses your nose softly. 

“That was an orgasm.” He laughs, thumb rubbing at your cheek. 

“Do it again.” You giggle, and he lunges to kiss you again. This time he keeps the kiss up as he reaches for your skirts, your hand moves up to where his eyepatch sits and you move to unclip it. 

Within a moment he is snapping back from you, hand coming up to cover his eye. “Y/n-”

“Aemond, it is fine. Let me look at you.” You breathe out, and reaching for him.

“Give the EYEPATCH BACK NOW!” He screams, lunging for it and snatching it harshly. 

“I don’t understand.” You whisper, throat tight as he aggressively puts the patch back on. “Aemond what is wr-”

“Just. Stop.” He snaps, moving to leave. 

“Aemond, what just happened?” You call, chasing after him. He whirls on you with a cruel glare. 

“Leave. Me. Be.” He sneers, finally turning back to walk away, leaving you standing there in the sand as confusion and sadness kicks in.

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[blues824]

Male!Malleus Draconia!Reader who gets isekai'd into The Remarried Empress; he has his hoard with him hidden away where no one can find it but he's not too sure how it or he got there. He wanders around and meets the Empress. Seeing his inhuman appearance, she is instantly struck with curiosity and starts asking questions to satiate her child-like wonder.

She finds he's unaware of how things work in this world and takes it upon herself to teach him. Sovieshu is uneasy with the sudden appearance of the dragon fae but pretends he doesn't care. Reader is very confused by everything but is willing to learn just how different the two worlds are.

He and Navier grow closer to each other; becoming inseparable once the Emperor brings his mistress to the palace. Things progress as usual (though Reader does throw a wrench into everyone's plans (without really meaning to)) but the Empress and himself become romantically involved.

"The Dragon Prince, Prince Heinrey, Grand Duke Kaufman; clearly, you have a taste for foreign men." (Listen here you little shit-)

But Reader finds himself also quite charmed by Heinrey; he immediately discusses it with Navier (because he may not know things but he sure as hell knows how to healthily communicate!). Depending on how she feels, he acts accordingly to her wishes.

Unlike the Emperor, he actually respects her.

(I can imagine Rashta trying to get into his favor (I mean, come on, a Dragon Prince) and Reader just looking at her like '???' because his brain doesn't receive hints of attraction unless it's his Empress (and Heinrey) before he just walks away and tells Navier about this strange interaction he just had with 'the winter-haired mistress'.)

Female! Malleus Draconia! Reader version is here

Sovieshu

It didn’t matter if you were a Crowned Prince of any land or one of the most powerful mages because you were still stealing his wife away from him. He was absolutely furious because he couldn’t do anything to you since you were more powerful than he was.

So, he just watched Navier fall for you. It was the first time in a long time that he saw a remnant of a smile on her face. He doesn’t understand why he feels sad: he has Rashta still. Maybe it was because he knew deep in his heart that you were probably better for her.

Plus, you would be considered a heartthrob within the Empire. You were wealthy, handsome, and a dragon fae. He might not know much about women, but he was aware that his wife tended to favor foreign men. You most definitely checked that box.

Rashta

Oh, you were very attractive, and she could see it clearly. She tried to get your attention by fainting into your arms and stuff like that, but you would often voice concern about the child residing within her womb. You, naive dragon, do not understand what she’s trying to do.

Then, she sees you getting very close to Navier, and she grows increasingly upset. She watches as you both walk by arm-in-arm with grace and elegance that she knows she will never have. You both were born into power, and that already separated you and the Empress from the likes of Rashta.

She can tell that Sovieshu is getting angrier and angrier because of both you and Heinrey. She often asked why he didn’t do something about it when he explained that since you were a more powerful mage, you were protected by the law of the land.

Navier

Upon seeing you for the first time, she was utterly fascinated. She helped you to her own chamber and made sure that you were alright before allowing you to roam around the palace. By that point, you were already attached to the beautiful Empress, and she was to you as well.

You were once confronted by Rashta and she tried clinging to your arm, but you didn’t pick up on the sudden affection and you went to tell Her Imperial Majesty what had happened. She let out a laugh when you called her the ‘Winter-Haired Mistress’ but you didn’t care because your Queen was holding your face gently and gazing at you with love in her eyes.

When Heinrey came into the picture, you were absolutely infatuated as well. When she had found out that you had discussed with Heinrey that it would be possible to have a polyamorous relationship, she was delighted to hear that the Prince of the Western Kingdom was on board as well.

Heinrey

You and Navier were both absolutely radiant at the ball, and Heinrey found himself conflicted. He could see that the two of you were in love, but he was smitten for the both of you. Then, you both spotted him and there was an instant spark.

Just like how he got jealous when any other man got close with the Empress (aside from you), he got jealous when there was a woman aside from Her Imperial Majesty trying to steal your attention. He was close by when he heard Rashta trying to gain your affections, but you were completely oblivious to what she was doing. You went to tell Navier and Heinrey, and they both had a hard time trying not to laugh.

The two of you actually made the plan for when Navier would get the divorce. You couldn’t be in the courtroom, but you would be waiting in her chambers so that you could be there to help with anything if need be. You placed a kiss upon both their lips as you bid them adieu until later, and they were off.

[yuusaris]

Shadowpeach Doc Dump

Blah blah Macaque has fuckbuddies, Wukong is jealous, I've got a better idea for the same concept and I want this to the side while I work on it.

Enjoy Bratty Wukong.

Macaque gets a letter.

Wukong’s not one to ask before opening mail - there’s no law against it and as King of the kingdom it arrived at, he has the right - so he does. And despite his struggles with reading, even Wukong can comprehend that the attempt is hilariously bad. So much so that he feels even less bad about opening the letter when he shows it to Macaque.

“Someone’s trying to kidnap you with a really bad lie.” Wukong grins, unscrolling it before Macaque’s eyes. Macaque’s eyes widen, face red where it shouldn’t be red as he swipes it from Wukong to get a better look at the embarrassing thing. “They think you’d fall for a dinner invite.”

“It is a dinner invite,” Macaque says. He’s stopped looking at Wukong. “I’ve been invited by them before.”

“Ohh, they’re setting you up, then. That’s underhanded,” Wukong slips to peek from behind Macaque’s shoulder - and is quickly shoved off. “Heyyy!”

“It’s not a set-up - well. Not for.. k-kidnapping.”

Ohhh, he knows that choked sound, the one where Macaque isn’t sure if Wukong will like what he’s saying. And he doesn’t, Macaque’s right, he’s back over his shoulder to examine how far Macaque is willing to lie to his king. 

Not very long.

“Not that kind of kidnapping either--” That kind? When did courting come into the mix? “It’s just - it’s just a fling.”

“Flinging what?” Wukong’s eyebrow raises, the other joining at Macaque's groan of his name. 

“Foir fun.”

“Everything fun is right here. I’m fun, don’t we fling?”

“We do not fling,” Macaque shrugs him off again, more forcefully and begins to walk off. Insulted, Wukong gives a light chase against Macaque’s unusually quick stride.  “Look, I’m going and I’ll be back the day after--”

“A day after?” Wukong’s duress is less perplexed this time. Macaque’s sigh isn’t reassuring.

“The morning after, noon the latest, okay?”

“What is it that you can’t tell me?”

“It’s private!” Macaque squeaks. 

Wukong’s mood drops - there’s hardly any secret-keeping in the troop and to be left out of one is a sore spot he didn’t know he had. 

Not that Macaque and he are the same as the rest of the troop - there are secrets that need to be kept, as royalty. But at the very least, they were always privy to each other. The hidden things were owned jointly by them alone.

Macaque’s sour face evens out, mellow under Wukong’s own hurt. “...Sorry,” He says. “I didn’t mean to snap, it’s just…”  He chews his cheek and doesn’t finish.

“...Back before noon,” Wukong folds his arms. With an overemphasis, he adds “and you’ll be considered pardoned~”

Macaque keys in, overperforms a sweeping bow, meant more for understanding than amusement. “How gracious, Your Majesty.” Macaque pockets the letter, switches conversation to something else Wukong has ‘decreed’ lately - namely, the army’s armor not matching what the dragon kings gave him; stronger metals are prettier and more durable and need to be pilfered - but a stiffness lingers for at least a few minutes longer than Wukong likes.

---------

There is an easy solution, of course - Macaque has yet to see all of Wukongs’ 72 transformations, so he wouldn’t suspect something as innocent and mobile as a sparrow to follow him in the night. Even if Macaque had been invited before, Wukong knows how tricksy demons can be - it’s a testament to their danger, not Macaque’s intelligence, that he feels the need to monitor at least part of this ‘dinner fling’.

He slips through the crack of an open window of the place - nicer than most demons have - just as (honestly, a rather overdressed) Macaque enters the home. 

“Don’t send for me like that again,” is the first thing Macaque says. “He’s nosy as shit - it took a year off my life convincing Wukong to let me come at all.”

His feathers rustle at that. He’s not some tyrant forbidding Macaque from going out. It’s hurtful to hear his worries for his best friend be turned into something so sour.

“And don’t,” Macaque twists, jabs a finger at his host, “make the joke we’re both thinking of.”

Well, Wukong’s not thinking of jokes. When does Macaque have inside jokes with other people? How long has Wukong been away that he’s not privy to Macaque’s other friends? 

Frankly and also - when and how did Macaque learn to make friends at all?

“And kill the mood?” Asks the host (what mood?), “Never.”

Macaque is suddenly bracketed by the larger body, pressed to the wall, with a mouth on his --

Uh. Face.

Macaque’s mouth has another mouth on it. His hands suddenly have hands around them and they are over his head. He has a leg between his -- 

Okay. This kind of fling. The flinging he and Macaque definitely do not do. Will never do. And he implied they do all the time and no wonder Macaque was so upset--

He lingers too long on watching Macaque letting himself get bit, and leaves once the biting starts getting lower than his neck.

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“Welcome Back!” 

And immediately, Wukong and Macaque both hear how over-enthused Wukong sounded.

“You’re late!”

That one too, especially for a scolding.

“Yyyeah, hard time getting back.” Macaque scratches at the back of his neck--

Nnno. Wukong does not want to think about all of the fucking bruises under his scarf and fur.

--And not looking at Wukong. “Plus, breakfast went late.”

“Oh. Breakfast?” Wukong has also taken up Not Looking. “Sounds good.”

“It was.”

The silence is terrible. Damning, even. Evidence, apparantly, as Macaque’s awkward posture mellows out into something disappointed. “Y’followed me, didn’t you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“How much did you see?”

“Uh, I saw reason for me to be concerned about your safety,” Wukong scoffs, with a getsure to the neck. “A random invite sent with the idea that I wasn’t home--”

“You shouldn’t know that.”

Fuck. Cover your ass. “--and you coming back with a covered neck?”

“I always wear this scarf--.”

“This whole thing just smells bad,” Wukong shrugs. “I won’t apologize for wanting my best bud safe and sound.”

“Right, yeah, okay, so here’s what’s gunna happen--”

“Are you limping?” Wukong asks as Macque approaches and then stops and then doesn’t answer. Which is the very wrong move to make after one has confessed a legitimate concern for your safety.

Macaque’s Not Looking intensifies, turning his head down to the floor as he murmurs. “I said I had a hard time getting back.”

“They let you limp back?” Wukong’s properly mad.

“I - I just like the walk--” Wukong dips down, craning his head to stare Macaque in the eyes. Macaque’s shoulders hunch as he folds his arms. “They offered t’take me home,” Macaque’s quiet excuse does nothing for Wukong. “just--”

“--didn’t take it?” Wukong cuts him off.

Macaque’s jaw tightens. “I… didn’t feel like riding with them…. I was sore and they were suggesting--”

“So they took it back?”

“No, but at that point it was awkward because I turned it down--”

“So you limped back.” Wukong says, more seriously, “Because you felt awkward, even though they would’ve done it.” Macaque winces. “Y’know, that actually is stupid.” His friend doesn’t have an answer. “If you saw someone like King of Confusion limping home, what would you think to do?” 

“You’re not my dad--”

“Worse, I’m your friend.”