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jetblack4realz · 7 months ago

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battle baths - jacaerys velaryon

summary - jace runs off to fight the greens and you're left to clean up the wounds

word count - 3.7k

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"she doesn't understand! why won't she just trust me?" he shouted, running a hand through his hair as he sighed exasperatedly. you stayed laying in your bed, back propped against the headboard as you watched him with an apologetic smile.

"she's worried for you is all," you tried, earning another dramatic sigh from the prince.

"she needn't be. i am well-trained in both dragonriding and the sword, i would be perfectly fine on my own," he said.

"i know that, my love," you said. "but i think she fears your loss. if she were to lose you, after already losing luke... it'd ruin her. just as it would ruin me."

"and yet you still would allow me leave. you believe me capable to fight in this war, a fight for not just her throne, but mine as well," he said, looking to you with raised brows.

you hesitated, offering him a small shrug of your shoulders. "i have no doubts in your capabilities, jace. i cannot say that i would not be terrified if you left to fight, but i have enough faith in you that i could let you go. i understand the implications of your position and your desire to fight - it's the same as i."

"is she sending you with the dragonseed on the morrow?" he asked. "will you and baela be flying against the greens? she wouldn't divulge her intentions for you."

you sighed deeply, leaning further into the headboard. "i am tasked with the retrieval of my father. your mother believes that i have the best chance at staying his hand and calling him home since apparently he left immediately after an altercation they had. and well, he wouldn't listen to baela."

"when did she tell you this?"

"just after supper. just before i came to bed," you hummed with a thin smile. "i leave in two days' time. i was wondering if you would like to accompany me?"

"i doubt she would even allow that. she was in shambles when she discovered my leave to the twins," he answered with a shake of his head. he let out another huff of angry breath. "she even sends you away and yet keeps me trapped here. what does she expect me to do? how does she expect me to become an honorable king when i cannot even fight for my own claim?"

"jace," you said finally, his eyes drawing to you with a desperate sort of look in them. you smiled softly, tilting your head as you looked at him. "we will figure out something to do; you will fight in this war. but, it is doing you no good to dwell on it now, we will find something in the morning. for now, come to bed. you need rest, love."

he sighed for the upteenth time, nodding in resignation. he slipped out of his boots, his night clothes already adorning his body, and stalked to his side of the bed, blowing out the only remaining candle in the room that rested on his nighttable. after sliding down so your head rested on the pillow once more, you drew his blankets for him and held your arms out.

instead of falling into your arms as you expected, he wrapped you in his own, ending with yours winding around his torso. he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, lying on his back and letting you lie halfway on top of him, legs intertwined beneath the thick blankets that winter required. his muscles soothed as your hand ran up and down his chest to his shoulders and neck and back down again, prompting him to relax.

"rest, my sweet," you mumbled, pressing a kiss to his collarbone. he breathed out through his nose, his eyelids fluttering closed as his hold on your waist tightened. he turned his head so it was next to yours, the pillow shifting as he nodded.

"you do too, okay?" he said softly, his fingers tracing circles on your nightdress-clad hip. "goodnight, my love."

"goodnight jacaerys."

the next morning you were awoken by the sun, a slight groan slipping from your lips as you rolled over in efforts to avoid the light. you pulled the blankets to your chin once more, scooting further down the bed to reach jacaerys.

except you soon found the edge of the bed - your husband wasn't there.

you sat up with furrowed brows, squinting your eyes to adjust to the light and see if he'd entered the bathroom, but he hadn't.

"jace?" you called out. "jace!"

in moments you were out of bed, a sinking feeling in your stomach. you quickly dressed in your riding clothes, tugging your boots on as you stumbled towards the door.

you raced to the dragonpit, ignoring the looks the maidservants were giving you as you passed them and waving off the guards as they called for you.

"vyraxes!" you called. "māzigon! adere! (come! quick!)"

you could hear your dragon moving through the mount, her loud screeches too similar to caraxes' bringing your heart to some semblance of ease. the red and gold dragon suddenly appeared in front of you, waiting patiently for you to mount the saddle. you were quickly to do so, offering her grateful pats before urging her forward.

"iksis vermax kesīr, ñuha riña? (is vermax here, my girl?)" you mumbled.

you flew through the caves and tunnels to where you knew the dragon normally rested, but you couldn't find him. you knew exactly where he was - and where he'd taken his idiot rider. you cursed under your breath as you returned to the landing. "i'm going to kill him."

during your time in harrenhal, you waited for word from him, or any word of how his and the dragonseeds' escapes were going. it seemed no one knew anything of their endeavors, though daemon was incredibly impressed with the young prince's defiant leave of station.

"he needs to be on the battlefield," he'd told you as you walked through the cursed halls, the sounds of his armies training echoing through the stone corridors. "he's the crown prince - knowledgable of both the sword and the dragon."

"father, i know," you answered. "that's not my problem. i agree he needs to be out, but i simply need to know if he's alright. and next time, i need him to tell me where he's going before he goes."

daemon laughed. "of course, young one. keep the reigns on your husband."

"not reigns, just communication," you answered with a roll of your eyes. you eyed the soldiers filling the courtyard as they trained, their movements sloppy and unpracticed as they fought one another. "no offense, but i do not wish for him to end up as you - running off out of the blue with no word to your wife of where, why, or when you'll be home."

he considered your words with a nod, hands clasped over his sword. "yes, i wish that for you as well. i reckon it worries you so."

"it does. and though i know exactly where he is, with those blasted dragonseed and baela, i would have preferred him to tell me. i trust in his abilities, but if something were to happen and he not come home? i haven't said goodbye," you said, tone solemn as you continued on with your father. your words rendered him silent as he mulled them over, coming to a realization himself.

"return to dragonstone. bring word to rhaenyra that i have an army for her and that we intend to march in a few days. i will attempt to return to her before then, and there we will speak," he said finally.

your eyes flashed to the man, a soft smile pulling at your lips. you paused in your steps, hand reaching out to rest on his forearm. "you do have a heart, kepa," you hummed with a light laugh. "i'll tell her. thank you."

he sighed deeply, giving you a reluctant smile before pulling you into a hug. "you're welcome. i expect to see you on the battlefield next to the prince here soon. i've trained you accordingly."

"i know. perhaps you can convince the queen to allow me upon your arrival. and maybe argue for jace's case as well - i imagine she is not pleased."

"no, i doubt she is," he sighed, stepping back but keeping you an arm's length. he smiled at you again, a fatherly smile that always eased your heart as a child and continued to do so now. "i will ensure you are entered into the fight. it would not be wise to keep vyraxes hidden away when she could be a fiercesome foe to vhagar."

"she's not that big yet," you said with furrowed brows.

"no, but if it is her and vermax against the beast you'll likely win. she's already injured from meleys' attack," he answered, nodding encouragingly. a small smirk pulled at one side of his mouth. "or you and i could have a go at the old hag. our win would be inevitable."

"i'll await your arrival then," you said with a small laugh. "farewell, father. i will see you soon."

"yes. be safe," he said, letting go of your shoulders and nodding to where your dragon was waiting on the outdoor cobblestone walkway that exited the castle, her scales gleaming in the sunlight.

"you as well," you wished him, offering him a curtsy and wave as you rushed towards your dragon. "māzigon va, riña (come on, girl)."

you mounted her quickly, ushering her into the sky with a clap of the reigns and a call of, "bē (up)!"

it was nearly a week before daemon arrived in dragonstone, the man rushing to his and rhaenyra's shared chambers and disappearing for hours before emerging again. you reckoned the queen was relieved at his appearance given the reaction she'd given you when you informed her of his intentions. you sat at a table in the dining hall, an old valyrian romance in your hands as you lounged. you missed the presence of joffrey and the two little boys at that moment, remembering the way they would beg you to read aloud or abandon the book altogether and join them in play. their absence, and their elder brothers', different may they be, were all reminders of the raging war surrounding your secluded island.

"she received word a few nights ago." you looked up quickly, brows raised as you lowered your book to look at your father fully. he stood in the doorway, one hand on the hilt of his sword as he watched you, nodding slowly. "they're to return as soon as they can. apparently things did not go to plan at riverrun and they need to recoup. i've convinced her to allow you to leave with them."

"and jace? is she going to send him out once more?" you asked, sitting up straighter. he offered a grim smile.

"yes. the prince will see battle again," he answered.

"good. thank you," you told him before suddenly furrowing your brow. "i'm sorry, did you say she heard of their return a few nights ago? and she did not inform me?"

he sighed deeply, glancing at the wall as if there was a script for him to read as an answer to your concerns. "jacaerys is... not in good condition. in the raven it was insisted upon that he was okay, but a second paper from baela implied his injury. she didn't want to worry you."

"didn't want to worry me? i could've gone out and helped, i could've retrieved him-"

"which is the exact opposite of what she needed you to do. your sudden appearance could have incited chaos and things were rough enough as it was. be patient, child, and he will return just fine," daemon said, brows raised as he cut you off.

"but-"

the doors were slammed open suddenly, two guards panting for breath entering as they looked to both you and the king consort. one of them swallowed hard, standing straighter.

"your graces, the dragonriders have returned."

you raced out of the room and down the hall, making your way back to the dragonpit in order to welcome them in. a rushing maester yelled your name as he passed, catching your attention.

"the prince is in your chambers. we are tending to his wounds now and i'm confident he would appreciate your company," the man told you. you offered him a grateful smile and turned on your heel, following him to your rooms.

when you entered, the first thing you noticed was how dirty, grimy, and bloody his skin and clothes were. there were small cuts adorning his hands, one scraping across the top corner of his forehead. his legs were covered in ash, his cloak charred at the ends as he laid on the bed, his face twisted in pain. you then noticed the gash across his abdomen that the maesters were picking at, carefully peeling his tunic and chest covering from the wound.

"jace," you breathed out, entering the room more fully and shutting the door behind you. the maesters barely spared you a glance before continuing with their work, finally removing the strips of cloth and beginning to clean the bloody, dirty, potentially infected cut with alcohol.

the prince grunted, eyes screwing up as he gripped the sheets tightly. you were at his side in a moment, opting for the opposite side of the maesters in order to stay out of their way. he instinctively reached out for you, taking your hand and gripping it tightly. he opened his eyes and offered you a lopsided, pained smile.

"hello, love," he said, his voice scratchy from too much use.

"what the hell happened to you?" you breathed out, brushing his hair from his face and looking over the cuts and bruises that were splattered on his skin. he shrugged lamely.

"war," he muttered. "we were ambushed in the night. i'm lucky i'm as good as i am with a sword or else i'd be dead."

"is baela okay?" you asked worriedly. you had fond memories of swordfighting with your father in the training yard, but baela had no part in any of them. her and rhaena spent most of their time with their mother, laena, and you reveled in your time with daemon. with this caused you worry - baela had no experience in the sword. had she made it out?

"she'd been keeping watch on moondancer," he answered shortly, wincing as the maesters began pressing a balm into his raw skin. "she's perfectly fine."

"thank the gods," you breathed out. you looked at him with a gentle look, worry evident in your gaze. "are you going to be alright?"

"i'm fine, love," he said, feigning a smile before the maesters touched a particularly sore spot and he squeezed your hand, eyes shutting quickly as he breathed out sharply. when he looked back at you, the dishonest smile returned. "just fine."

the maesters continued their work as you sat with him in silence, simply running your thumb over the back of his hand soothingly and letting him rest. once he was suitably wrapped, the men stood, looking to you and your husband.

"we will send for the maidservants to bathe you. do not worry for the safety of the wrappings, they can be wetted and they will dry quickly. you must get much rest tonight, your highness, and drink water. i will be back on the morrow to change the bandages," the maester who had led you here said, nodding to you both.

"no need to send for the servant girls," you told him, offering a thankful smile. "i can handle it. thank you for your services."

"of course. goodnight, your highnesses," he said, all three bowing before exiting your chambers.

you looked to your husband, smiling softly as he looked back at you.

"do you want to bathe now, or would you like a few moments?" you asked. he sighed deeply, shaking his head.

"no, let's get it done with," he said.

"alright, my love. wait here and i will ready the bath."

he kept his eyes train on your figure as you filled the tub with hot water that had been left at the door, sprinkling soothing salts into it and gathering the vanilla scented soaps that had been gifted him by a woman from dorne at his last name day. you stood straight again, looking to him with a confused smile.

"what?" you asked, tilting your head. "why do you stare?"

"i missed you these last days," he told you.

your smile softened, turning almost sad as you approached him, offering him your hands for him to rise. he did as you requested, swinging his legs slowly off the edge to begin standing, your proximity awfully close as he did so. "i missed you too, jace."

you led him carefully to the bath, having him hold the edge for stability as you assisted him in undressing. you tried not to stare at his body too much, but you were not blind to the smirk that pulled at his lips as you examined his toned chest and arms. you set the bloodied clothes to the side and held his arm as he stepped into the bath.

you pulled the stool to your vanity to the edge of the tub, sitting behind him with the soaps at your side. you poured some into your hand, dipping your fingers into the water at his side before lathering it in your hands. once sufficiently bubbly, you began rubbing it over his shoulders and arms. you took extra care around the small cuts by his neck and scrubbed at bit of dried blood and ash on his chest.

"you have to tell me before you leave," you told him as his head rolled back in contentment, your fingers beginning to work the knots out of his shoulders. "i knew where you'd gone, yes. but i was worried sick. i'd like to wish you off next time."

"mother said you will be with me next time," he answered, turning his head enough to glance at you. you continued to knead his tense muscles, watching as his stress visibly left his figure and eased his features. "i am glad to have you at my side, though i have to admit my worries for you as well. i apologize for not telling you - i thought you would be scared for me and that maybe if i left without your knowing i'd ease you of some of that burden. i realize now that it likely made it worse."

"it did," you answered, hand cupping as you dipped it into the water and rinsed off his shoulders. once that was finished, you began wetting his hair, turning his face forward again. "but, i understand that you thought it would help. it will be better when we go off together. we'll be able to protect one another."

"that would ease my worries," he hummed as you began massaging more soaps into his hair. "being able to watch over you."

"mine as well," you said. your fingers worked expertly through his curls, rubbing circular motions on his scalp and scraping it gently with your fingernails the way you knew he enjoyed.

"your a godsend, my sweet wife," he said, nearly moaning at the sensation of your head scratches. you giggled.

"you will surely sleep well tonight," you told him.

"yes, i will," he agreed, leaning back into your touch even more. you took extra time as you washed his hair, continuing the scalp massage for much longer than normal. his eyes were closed when you finally moved to rinse it out, his breathing becoming more shallow. you laughed quietly to yourself as you rinsed all the soap from his curls, before returning your fingers to his shoulders. you leaned around and pressed a kiss to his cheek, whispering in his ear, "wake up, love. let's get you to bed."

he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut before sitting up fully again. you offered him a hand as he stepped out, grabbing a towel off the dresser and beginning to wrap him in it. you helped him dry off and then to change into his sleep clothes, grabbing the silkiest tunic as to not bother his skin.

"i'll go without," he told you, shaking his head as you offered it to him. "just some trousers, please."

you smiled slightly as you followed his request, the boy slipping the trousers up his legs before following you to your large bed. you realized quickly that the sheets were stained with his blood and char.

"allow me," he said, beginning to strip the bed of its covers. he moved with surprising ease, the only change in his posture being an awkward bend at the waist.

"thank you, my prince," you said, grabbing the fresh linens from a closet by the bed. he tossed the soiled ones at the base of the bed and helped you pull the new ones across the mattress. after placing the final blanket, you began blowing out the candles, but before you could reach the last one, jace grabbed your arm.

"what is it?" you asked, looking up at him. he shrugged, smiling softly.

"i'd just like to kiss my wife in the light," he said, pulling you towards him and pressing his lips firmly to yours. instinctively, you tilted your head, allowing him to capture you in a breathless kiss that reemphasized his being gone for weeks. you really had missed him.

your hands raked through his wet curls, his finding a home on your waist as he kissed you again and again and again. finally, after you began giggling into his mouth, he removed himself from you with a cheeky grin. he pecked your lips again.

"alright. time for bed."

you blew out the last candle slipped under the covers, jacaerys immediately turning over to wrap you securely in his arms, your own being careful of the wound at his side.

"thank you, my love," he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. "goodnight."

you sighed contentedly, leaning into his embrace and pressing a kiss to his collarbone.

"goodnight, love."

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masterlist!!

#jacaerys velaryon x reader #prince jacaerys #jace velaryon #jace targaryen #jacaerys targaryen #harry collett x reader #harry collett #hotd jacaerys #hotd season 2 #hotd #got #jacaerys x reader

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ravenstargames · 1 year ago

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I have a self-indulgent ask because I just got back home from a surgery. 😅 How would the love interests take care of a sick or injured MC?

Oh no love! ;_; 💜 I hope everything went well and you are doing fine! Wishing you a speedy recovery from the team and I! 💜Also, sorry for taking a while—this was longer than I expected! I hope it makes you feel a little better! 💜

✦ How the LIs / ROs take care of a sick or injured MC!

✦ Amon: He's good at concealing his worry, but he'd be a lot more attentive than the usual. He would make sure the MC is feeling comfortable and is in no pain at all; he'll strike conversation, telling them about his many adventures to make them forget about whatever is going on, keeping them busy and entertained during the day so they can rest well at night. Of course, he's keeping watch while the MC sleeps.

✦ Raeya: She's a calm one. She probably knows what the MC needs before they say anything, and she'll be careful to disturb them as little as possible while still offering her presence as comfort. She would make her special tea brew for the MC, something she used to do when her siblings were little. Anyone would feel safe around Raeya while being sick or hurt, honestly; she makes it seem like she has everything under control at all times! She won't tolerate the MC being a little crybaby, though!

✦ Gael: Oooh he's a little worrywart. He'd be checking on the MC every two seconds, asking what he can do for them, if they need water, a blanket...Probably asking the same questions over and over again until the MC tells him to calm down. At the end of the day, it'd seem the MC is the one taking care of Gael instead. Also, you'd need a spatula to peel him off his loved one, because he won't leave the MC's side!

✦ Envy: They are secretly —and not so secretly— freaking out. Taking care of someone important to them is something they have not done in a long time. They'd keep a diary where he'd write down how the MC is doing every hour, just to make sure everything is going well, and to quickly react to any changes. They'll most likely memorize whatever the medics have said and would be very strict about doctor's orders. They would find any excuse to spend more time with the MC while making it seem like they are sooo annoyed to have to take care of them.

✦ Ara: You know everything will be alright with this sunshine by your side! Ara would cook the MC's favorite meals and would pamper them in every way. She would fill the MC's room with their favorite flowers, open the windows wide to let some fresh air in, give the MC their favorite sweets, and would bring over books and her painting tools to spend the afternoons painting and reading with the MC if they feel like it. She would probably come up with the craziest plans to keep the MC happy and in good spirits while recovering!

✦ Xal: He's a bit clueless at first, because usually he's the one being taken care of. He would make a list of things that make him feel better when he's sick: a good movie, model building, his favorite drink, special snacks, comfort plushies, card games, fluffy blankets...You bet the MC's room would be more crowded than usual. Xal would have a plan for each day to ensure the MC is not having a bad time and to have every hour planned to a T. Also, lots of cuddles, if allowed.

✦ Father Pride: Ah, eons as Father of All and personal father of six, Pride is going to take such good care of you. He'd be confident, unfazed, and he would make sure to pass that confidence into the MC. They are going to be fine. He'll make sure of it. His duties keep him busy most of the time, but he'd check on the MC pretty regularly and would only allow his most trusted medics to assist him in his task of taking care of his beloved. Would write short letters for the MC and leave them on the nighttable for them to find in the morning whenever he has not been able to spend the night with them.

#lost in limbo #visual novel #otome #indiedev #li asks

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yallthemwitches · 1 month ago

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if Lily and James took the traditional dating route (aka he asks her out to hogsmeade in 7th year), James would be stressing out about the “define the relationship” convo meanwhile lily’s been going around calling him my boyfriend since he asked her out even when it’s not relevant- “Ms. Evans when can we expect the head boy?”, “Oh my boyfriend’s going to be late bc of Quidditch practice.” “Where’d you get that bracelet from?”, “Oh, my boyfriend got it a while ago.”

This is such a cute idea! Here's a little moment I wrote for you that came to mind because I'm a sucker for "melt James and straightforward Lily" I hope it's what you imagined! (Also I added this to my compilation Deep Cuts over on AO3!)

“I think today’s the day. I think I’m going to ask her.”

Sirius pushes his face into his pillow and lets out a dramatic moan.

“Ask her? Mate, you’ve already asked her to Hogsmeade. For fucks’ —I swear it Prongs, if you got obliviated somehow and we have to live through this shite again…”

“No,” James cuts in, exasperated. “I mean–y’know–ask her to be…official.”

“Official?”

“Yeah,” James says, suddenly becoming bashful, “Like being my girlfriend and all that.”

There’s a pause and Sirius pushes himself onto his forearms. He shoots James a pointed look.

“Mate,” Sirius says slowly. “I found you two snogging horizontally on the stairwell last night. Horizontally. I think it’s safe to say it’s pretty fucking official.”

James lets out a groan and scrubs his face with his hands.

“That’s…that’s not the point. Stop acting like such a ponce-–you know full well that people can snog and not be together.”

“Can they shag and not be together? Because I also happen to know there’s been a lot of peculiar noises coming from your side of the room—”

“Pads,” James says, voice straining. “Please. I’m being serious here. I don’t want to muck this up—this is Lily we are talking about.”

“Ok fine,” Sirius says, “But you both have gone on dates to Hogsmeade. Dating–dates. That’s the definition of it, isn’t it? It’s part of the etymology for fucks’ sake.”

James makes another strangled sort of groan and stands up, raking a hand through his hair in frustration.

“Forget it. I’ll ask Moony or Pete.”

Sirius snorts, reaching for a pack of fags on his nighttable. “Ah yes, Moony and Wormtail. The known connoisseurs of romance and monogamy.”

When James shoots him a withering, deadly sort of look, Sirius only smiles in return.

“I’m going to go down to the pitch…have a bit of a think,” James says, going for the door. When he’s gone, Sirius continues to stare up at the ceiling of his four poster.

See this—this is why dating is rubbish, Sirius reminds himself, blowing smoke up into the air. Too much etiquette. Too much dancing around the obvious. Much better just steering clear of the whole bloody bit—get a nice snog or shag from time to time but nip out right after. Easy, efficient, completely devoid of emotion–just how you like it.

There’s a perfunctory knock and the door bursts open. Lily enters and swiftly passes over to James’s side of the table in a hurry, sifting through the various books that litter the bedside.

“Oh, hey Sirius,” she calls, noticing his presence, “Any chance you know where my bloody boyfriend left my potions textbook? I’m supposed to be tutoring some third year in about an—”

Sirius bolts upright, his fag barely hanging onto his bottom lip.

“Excuse me? Who?”

Lily doesn’t turn, continuing to pick up books and toss them aside. “Oh, you know, James Potter. Messy hair, glasses, your best mate, my boyfriend--and now Potions textbook stealer apparently.”

Sirius blinks. A laugh starts to bubble in his chest and he clutches himself to hold it in.

“Sorry? You’re…boyfriend?”

At this, Lily freezes her search. She turns her head slowly, eyes already lowered into slits.

“Er, yes? What’s that tone for? I don’t like it.”

“Oh, nothing,” Sirius says, laying back on his bed with a grin. He lets the laugh escape and it rumbles through the room, making Lily look back with more suspicion.

“Nothing, really,” Sirius says again after his laughter subsides. “But the next time you see your boyfriend, would you mind telling him he’s a fucking idiot?

#tay speaks #james potter #lily evans #Sirius black #jilpad brotop

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hexiewrites · 4 months ago

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thanks for the tag @hereforanepilogue !! yall know i love these

What title(s) are you currently reading?

current audiobook is house of sky and breath (part two, because its the graphic audio version)! i also have middlemarch on the go but its a slower one, and i technically have started talia hibberts highly suspicious and unfairly cute but its going on hold for a hot minute while i read onyx storm (duh)

What title(s) are up next on your reading list?

i have such a huge pile on my bedside table its an actual Problem. finishing middlemarch, obviously. remarkably bright creatures is queued up from the library, and i'll probably do the graphic audiobooks of house of flame and shadow so that i can finally fucking get caught up on crescent city. i also just recently got a copy of split tooth by tanya tagaq and i'm very excited about diving into that!

What title(s) are your emotional support TBRs and you’re planning to get around to them.

oh my god i have So Many. mistborn maybe? ive also had we hunt the flame sitting on my nighttable for literal YEARS at this point, oops.

Have you taken anything out of your TBR pile recently, and why?

similar to brid, ive knocked a few off because of Author Issues. i also have been promising my spouse i'll read midnights children for like a literal decade and i think i have come to grips with the fact that it's never going to happen.

tagging anyone who is interested, and also specifically: @thefreakandthehair @withacapitalp @judasofsuburbia and thats it because so many ppl have changed their uns i dont know who's who anymore

#about the author #hex answers questions

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william-m-lucipher · 10 months ago

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I xanr fuckinf do rhia because Ford is in my brain and he never comes out (because he's a recluse) but I'm so scared with the recent book coming out he's gonna pop out. And I think he would snap and start killing people. I have no room in my fucking house the book is right next to me on my nighttable when I go to bed at night he's going to wakeup one day see it and decide to become a serial and I WILL BE FIRST.

A SIXER INTROJECT, EH? GOOD LUCK WITH THAT, KID. IF HE EVER POPS UP, TELL HIM I SAY HI, SURELY THAT WON'T MAKE THINGS WORSE, TELLING HIM YOU LEGITIMATELY SPOKE WITH ME, HAHAHAHA!!!!

#bill cipher #gravity falls #the book of bill #answered #bill cipher gravity falls #tbob #answers #gravity falls bill cipher #gravify falls bill #anon ask #((Seriously though. BIG yikes. Good luck. Genuine advice is to let him know before he even reads about the whole therapy punishment thing.)#((The one time spoiling the ending will actually be helpful! He'll be better off if he knows “oh that bastard got what he deserves ok”))

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mccarthawrites · 1 year ago

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Brett is Sick

Relationship: Brett Land/OC!Amy

Rating: General Audiences

Summary: Brett has the flu and is stranded in Amy's apartment.

Author's Note: Started writing this when Nick got the flu last month and then EYE got the flu this weekend so I finished it.

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Amy and Brett ended up getting dinner together and the cycle started again as expected. However this time Amy set some boundaries. She didn’t want to spend so much time at the Phi Sig house mostly because the new pledge Dixon skeeved her out. So Brett spent most nights at her place which he had no problem with. The apartment she rented with her best friend, Liv, was a lot quieter and more peaceful than the frat house. Plus he didn’t have to deal with the constant teasing from his friends accusing him of being whipped.

As much as Amy liked not having to be at the Phi Sig house, she didn’t anticipate Brett getting the flu and being stranded at her place while he recovered. And she didn’t anticipate the person he became when he was sick. Instead of hovering around campus between classes, she kept coming back to the apartment to check on him. Opening the door to her room, slowly, she found him with his back to her.

“Brett?” She kept her voice just loud enough that if he was awake he could hear, but not too loud to wake him in case he was asleep. She walked to the bed, leaning over to feel his forehead. The fever hadn’t broken yet. He quietly whimpered as he tried to move away from her hand.

“Babe?” His voice was still hoarse.

“Yeah. It’s me. Came to check on you. Make sure you are still alive.” She teased. “How are you feeling? Any improvement?” He made a sound that she interpreted as a no.“Figured.” She sat on the edge of the bed. “I don’t have a class for a few hours. Do you want me to make you soup or tea or something since I’m here?”

“No.”

“Okay. Do you need anything?” She asked. He rolled over to face her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you like this. Sorry, you’re stuck here and not in your own room.”

“I’m sorry I’m stuck here.” He replied, quietly. “But I guess I got lucky getting stranded with two nursing students.” He smiled.

“Yeah. You got real lucky. Glad to see you’ve been drinking water. Are you sure you don’t need anything? I’ll go refill your water.” She grabbed the water bottle off the nighttable and stood up.

“No.” He whined, reaching for her. “Stay here.” Needy Brett was not a side of him she knew existed until he got sick. She loved it.

“I’ll be right back.” She promised before walking to the kitchen to refill his water bottle. Liv walked into the apartment.

“How’s the patient?” Liv asked.

“Needy and still sick,” Amy reported, filling the water bottle from the dispenser on the fridge.

“Did his fever break?” Liv put her bag down on the sofa.

“No, but he’s speaking full sentences, so that’s a good sign,” Amy replied.

“I’m sure he’ll be fine in a week. Maybe even sooner.”

“I ran into Chance on campus and he asked how Brett was. Asked if he needs anything,” Amy explained. “Kind of cute how much he cares.”

“And he’s kind of cute.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to try going after Chance now.” Amy laughed. She had a feeling that at some point her best friend would end up at the very least hooking up with Chance. She was only surprised it didn’t happen sooner.

“Why not? Our best friends are dating. Maybe we’ll click. Even if we don’t at the very least maybe I’ll get laid.” Liv smirked.

“And last semester you were trying to talk me out of getting back with Brett. Talking all this shit about frat guys.”

“Yes, because most of them suck. But I was clearly wrong about Brett. So maybe Chance is great too.” Liv shrugged.

“He’s okay. Plus his parents have a great lake house he invites us to in the summer,” Amy explained. “Anyway, I wish you luck on your hoeing adventures. I gotta get back to my poor needy boyfriend.”

“Good luck. Try not to get sick.”

“If I do, then he’ll have to take care of me.” Amy walked back into her room. Brett looked at her. “I have fresh water for you.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She climbed into bed next to him. “Tell me what you need from me. I don’t have a class til six.” Without saying a word, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on her chest. “I like this soft side of you. Where have you been hiding him the past two years?”

“Leave me alone.”

“I’m not being sarcastic. I mean it.” She brushed her fingers through his hair. “Never seen you so needy. It’s- refreshing.”

“Is it?”

“Yeah. Bet it feels nice being taken care of for once, right?” She asked. He hummed in response, making her smile.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Taking care of me. I know you didn’t sign up for this.”

“I’m kind of glad you got sick here. Because I would not be taking care of you at the Phi Sig house, that’s for sure,” she admitted. He smiled. “I ran into Chance and he was asking about you. He seemed worried.”

“You told him-”

“That you’re in my apartment dying? Yes. I did.” She laughed. “He asked if you needed anything, but I told him I’m doing my duty of taking care of you.”

“And you’re doing great.”

“I know.” She smiled. He let out a deep sigh. Not that she wanted him to stay sick, but she could get used to this. Hoping that when he recovered, he wouldn’t hide this side of himself anymore.

#Nick Jonas #Brett Land #Goat (2016)#Goat

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cruelfeline · 9 months ago

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He has been evacuated to my living room due to Waspmageddon.

He is a sad little evacuee and does not appreciate being kicked out of his rightful bedroom and place of honor on his own nighttable by a bunch of bugs.

Keep him in your thoughts, y'all.

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beantothemax · 1 year ago

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“This place reminds me of back home in Cropdale. It’s so quaint!”

Temenos squinted, feeling rather assaulted by the sands. According to the map, the trio was now in a town called Ryu, a few miles due south of Crackridge’s anchorage, and directly west of Canalbrine. Temenos knew he was growing jumpy and jittery the longer they remained away from the port town, but he truly could not help it. His nerves had been shot ever since Agnea’s debut at the Festival of Grace.

There was shouting from near a merchant’s stall, and the trio looked over to find a man donned in scarlet clothing holding back a trio of ruffians with a sharp-looking blade.

“Step aside, you rugrat,” one of the brigands snarled, drawing a curved blade from a sheath at his waist.

“This isn’t your fight. Get outta the way so we can punish this fella proper,” said another, pulling an axe from a loop on his back.

The third remained silent, yet drew a sword from a holster on his belt.

Temenos felt sick at the sight, scowling. “Oh, dear... Do you suppose we ought to help?” He asked the others, who both nodded immediately.

“I can’t stand folks who throw their weight around like that!” Agnea said, and no doubt she was thinking of La’Mani, the theatre manager from New Delsta. He had since changed after being thoroughly walloped by Agnea and her heels, but the memory of his trashing of Montraine’s Tavern never truly dissolved.

Partitio cracked his knuckles. “You already know how I feel about lousy bums like that,” he said, adjusting the bracers on his arms.

“Then let us grant that poor fellow aid. Come,” Temenos said, and they all rushed to the man’s sides.

“...Thank you, kind strangers,” he murmured, adjusting his grip on his blade.

“Let’s show these lousy bandits what for!” Partitio whooped, and Agnea drew her dagger, adjusting her stance. Temenos had grown to recognise that, understand it as her readying herself to land a solid kick to a brigand’s stomach.

The ensuing fight was pathetically easy, Temenos found, and the man they fought alongside sighed in relief as he helped the poor villagers behind him to their feet.

“I thank you again for your help. My name is Hikari. I’m about to embark on a journey. It seems you three are also on travels?”

Agnea nodded, but she seemed a touch wary. “We are, though...”

“It’s rather dangerous, our journey. We hail from the eastern continent. We’re on our way to invesigate a murder from our hometown.”

Hikari raised his eyebrows, sheathing his blade. “Well, my journey is to reunite old allies of mine so I may recover the crown of Ku, so... Surely, not much more dangerous than investigating a murder case.”

“Well, I suppose I ought to give credit where credit is due. Your journey seems far more perilous than ours- however we would be honoured to take you along with us, if you won’t be bored out of your skin,” Temenos said, and Hikari smiled softly.

“I am the one who is honoured. You all seem to be reliable allies- I look forward to travelling together.”

“Welcome to the team, Hikari! We’ll do great together, I’m sure of it!” Agnea said cheerfully, and Hikari gave a moment of pause before nodding.

“Indeed. As I said, I look forward to it.”

Partitio glanced out at the road above Ryu, and winced. “Folks? I don’t think we’ll be hittin’ that dusty trail for a while. Looks like a storm’s a-brewin’.”

Hikari followed his gaze, and cursed quietly. “Indeed. It’s a sandstorm. They can last for several days, even a full week. Come, let us rest at the inn. Come nightfall, we may gather at the fire.”

“Fire?” Partitio tilted his head.

“Yes. Every night, the townsfolk light a fire to keep warm during cold desert nights. It’s almost like a festival celebration,” Hikari said as the group filed into the quaint little inn.

Somehow, they found a room with 4 beds. Two on each side of the room, with a single nighttable between them. A desk with an oil lamp sat in one corner, which Temenos immediately made use of, placing his tomes and notes down and sitting in the oaken chair.

Hikari removed his sword belt and shoes, placing his belt on his bed (he claimed the one closest to the door), his shoes at the foot. The others did similarly, taking their shoes and acessories off.

Temenos hurriedly scrawled a letter, addressed to Mindt back in Flamechurch.

Dearest Mindt,

How have you been? Almost three moons have passed since my journey of healing has began, yet I find myself no closer to recovery than I was when I started. My shattered heart has not yet mended, though I have met companions to light my dreary days on the road. I journey now to Borderfall, with prayers on my tongue that the guild there may have the answers I seek. In the meanwhile, I have been dubbed a thief by those now accompanying me on my journey. So quick to accuse... (and before you ask, no. It was not a fruit pastry. Yes, I did steal it.)

He was about to sign his letter when he heard a familiar song once again drifting in the air.

“I must be on my way, but goodbye I shall not say...”

Agnea spun around, dancing now more energetically than she had all those weeks ago in Merry Hills. How long had it been, Temenos wondered, since Agnea had earned her reputation as a superstar, famous among the ranks of Dolcinaea and Roque Brilliante?

“For you and I will meet again someday. No matter how far away, my song will always be with you... So think of me whenever you feel blue...”

It occured to Temenos then that he had heard this song performed many a year ago, by a woman who looked strikingly like Agnea. Even the dresses were the same, as far as his memory would allow.

He recalled sitting in the smaller church in the village, watching the dancer spin about and sing. He recalled how certain he had been that this woman had been graced by Sealticge herself, and that night he begged Roi to sing it to him before bed.

“I await the day we are reunited in glee.... Let’s sing together now, you and me...”

Agnea, once again, fell silent after the humming, though she didn’t look as tired as she had before in Merry Hills.

“That was my Mama’s song. She’d sing it all the time when she danced... It was the last song she sang to my sister and me before she died. It’s very dear to me.”

Hikari nodded. “It’s a lovely song. A friend from Ku taught me an old folk song, once upon a moon.”

He closed his eyes, and began to sing. His voice was quiet and soft, hardly more than a whisper.

“As night heralds the end of day... The mirror beckons for your gaze.”

Agnea slowly began to dance to the song, spinning and humming a tune to match.

“A path revealed by a heart true, to world’s end it beckons you...”

Temenos felt an odd pang in his gut, the same feeling that ailed him whenever something was amiss. However, he quickly dismissed it as Partitio gave a small chuckle.

“...Reminds me of the ol’ stories my Ma used to tell me when I was a lil’ chickadee. She’d tell me all about the eight gods n’ their fight with Vide. She taught me the value of a sacrifice for the greater good.”

Temenos sighed, thoroughly exhausted.

“Goodness... I fear these lullabies have made me quite tired. I am going to retire for the evening. Enjoy the fire outside, if you so decide to go. Goodnight, you three.”

He received a trio of goodnights, and drifted off to sleep.

That night, he dreamt of fighting a dark, shapeless god, seven other people around him. He was stronger, somehow, yet his heart ached with grief he had not yet recovered from. Grief over whom was the question. Roi, perhaps? Or the pontiff? Nay, oddly neither of those answers seemed to fit.

Suddenly, there was a dreadful cold feeling washing over him, and he was being consumed by the dark god’s gaping maw.

He awoke to the sounds of festivities outside a blackened room.

WOOOOOOOOOOOOO

hibkari…. hiki… kari…….. my beloved,,, he is here….!!!!!!!!

what if they made three goofballs who were so good at bludgeoning and stabbing. what then

ALSO?????? TEMY SEEING CUANI WHEN HE AND ROI WERE IN THE CHURCH??? WAUGH??

mindt mention. exploding her with my mind. temy should be executed for his crimes I think

also has temy experienced the Stormhail Horrors yet? dream sequence at the end is making me think he hasn’t.

terrors aside it’s the gang!!!!!!!!!!!!! here!!!!!!!!! the path!!!!

#love these sillies…#asks #adventures-of-turnabout #inbox fic

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a-very-sparkly-nerd · 1 year ago

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Chapter 3 of my Rayllum Hadestown-inspired AU is now up!

To the End of Time- To the End of the Earth

“Hey.” Ezran inched the door open, smiling a little as he rapped on it. “How you doing?”

Callum turned over in his bed to look away from his brother. “Fine.”

No sounding of footsteps, though the door creaked a little. “Can I come in?” Ez asked eventually.

Callum nodded a little, and Ezran shut the door behind him, venturing in further to sit on the edge of his bed, setting Bait down on the mattress.

“Bait was worried about you,” he offered.

He was worried about Rayla, Callum wanted to bite back. He couldn’t stop thinking about her for a single second, and even after the near-two years, everything reminded him of her. He could hardly stand to exist.

“Bait doesn’t have to worry about me,” Callum said finally. Ezran shouldn’t have to be as miserable as he, much less at his hands. “I’m okay.”

Ezran was still and quiet for a second, then rested his hand on Callum’s shoulder. “So is–”

“Ez, please,” Callum broke, barely reigning in the inferno inside his chest. It blazed constantly, but it never manifested as anything other than constant misery. Drooping as he trekked through marshlands, thinking of holding a knife to his wrists in a cold cave before reminding himself that Rayla was going through all that and worse. He could process and work through his emotional baggage when she was home and safe. In his arms.

His brother sighed. “Do you want me to bring you anything? I know your arms get sore. From… flying,” he said awkwardly, a little lamely.

Callum shrugged. “Sure.” He didn’t care about the ache much now, but when he resumed the search tomorrow, he’d regret not relieving it when he'd had the chance.

Ezran got up and scooped Bait into his arms, though his footsteps stopped after a short creak of the door. “Um, Opeli wants to talk to you tomorrow-”

“I know.” Opeli would want to talk about how he had to marry, had to form a political alliance, probably with Neolandia given how much Kasef had fucked their relations up, but she could fuck off. It wasn’t her fault, and she had the kingdom’s best interests at heart, but it didn’t stop Callum from constantly wanting to punch her.

“Okay.” The door clicked shut, and Callum clutched a pillow tight to his chest, trying to console himself.

So Rayla hadn’t recently traversed through the Midnight Desert or the surrounding areas. She wouldn’t be in the Moonshadow Forest (that wound was still fresh, and she’d never been good at dealing with her feelings) or the Storm Spire (there was nothing she’d think Viren would want around there). She wouldn’t be near the Gulf of Tenebris or the Sea of the Castout, so that meant she had to be in the Drakewood or the Uncharted Forest, the Far Reaches, the Tidebound Archipelago, Lux Aurea (it had been recently corrupted, and had become a hotspot for Dark Mages), the Shiverglades, or the Black Tundra, though those last two were unlikely. Dark Magic fed on life, and those weren’t climates anything could thrive in, so there was no reason for a Dark Mage to venture there.

He’d fly along the eastern coasts, stopping through every town he could find, gathering information and maybe, just maybe finding her this time. He’d gone through this at least twice, but she was constantly on the move. Everything had to be double, triple, even quadruple-checked. And it was only four places, Callum tried to console himself. And relatively close together, at that.

Callum fished the letter out of his inner breast pocket and kissed it quick before setting it on his nighttable. Damp with both their long-dried tears, wrinkled and a bit torn from being on his person every waking moment since he’d picked it off the desk at the Moon Nexus.

Soon he’d be kissing her goodnight, Callum promised himself. If it was the last thing he did.