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Rubies Hidden With Blood -Aemond Targaryen

Authors Note: Hello, thank you for the patience while I am on a writing break. I’m still trying to figure out life and how to fix it, but I channeled some of the pain and anger into this and I hope you like it . I hope you are all staying safe and healthy out there in the world - Ultralightpoe

Warnings: mentions of executions, adultery, foul language

Word Count: 4996

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Description: Inspired by Anne Boleyn and Elizabeth. (INSPIRED. You are not either of them you’re a character inspired by them)

(Thank you for the gif @onemillionyous )

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To Anne Boleyn, who spent the last month of her life preparing for the rest of her daughters life to the best of her ability. Every stitch and warning given was noticed.

And to Elizabeth, who spent the rest of her life hiding footprints for her mother in a home that had tried to strip her memory.

To the bond of the two, never truly understood.

You stood, stiff and freezing in the cold weather, on the very steps your mother walked up the day she was executed. A message you were very sure your father intended, one that you would not cave into.

Verlain, your fathers hand, stood to your right with a grim expression as he did his best to stop looking to the stained spot at the top of the steps. Where her blood had leaked down, seeping into the stone in a mark that would be there forever. It would be centuries before her death would be forgotten, a fact that sent a wave of nausea through you, gripping you in its fierce hold as you tried to inhale some fresh air. Fighting to keep the tears welling in your eyes at bay as the corset constricts against your ribs.

Breathe. Keep your wits about you.

“Are you feeling alright, your highness?” Verlain asks, eyebrows pinching together as he watches your hand slide across the front of your dress, as if you could ease the ache in your ribs and lungs from rubbing it. His tone slips at the last two words and you have to bite back the bitter laugh, not willing to risk your breath on it.

A moon ago you had been nothing more than a bastard to this court, upon his orders. Anyone within earshot of his majesty knew that the forsaken daughter of the castle whore would be painted a bastard the rest of her life.

The second her body had been carted off he had your handmaiden pack you up, sending you both to an estate far off, so that he would never have to look upon your face again.

“You haunt me! You plain cunt! You HAUNT ME!” He had yelled the day you begged, the day you crawled to your knees begging him to keep you. Of course you haunted him, you had her face. And whether he had to look upon you or not you were sure she haunted his every move.

She surely hadn’t visited you since she passed. There were no ghosts in the offwood estate. This castle, however, had more than you could dare keep track of.

But you hadn’t seen her. Whether you should be thankful for that had yet to be seen.

“Princess?” Verlain asks again, taking a step up, getting closer as he extends a hand to you. “Prin-“

“Don’t call me that.” You sneer, slapping his hand away from you and readjusting the veil that covered your face. Even with your back turned to the spit you could still see her blood on the stone, gulping quickly. Don’t look. Don’t. Look.

But Verlains eyes cast behind you to the stain, his neck showing an audible gulp before he guiltily looks back to you. “Princess, I never got to speak with you after-“

“I’m not your princess.” Your tone was cold, and you made a show of shooing him away. “And you should mind yourself, Lord Verlain. If his majesty catches you this close he might think ill of the intent.”

Verlains face pales, the man stepping back so quickly he nearly slips on the steps before turning back to the courtyard below, fixing his embellished attire.

You missed being a bastard. A bastard would never be sold off like this.

There was a war brewing, and many of the kingdoms were beginning to panic for alliances, this kingdom included. And there was one ally that everyone wanted, the seven kingdoms. Westeros. For there was truly no war that could be won against them.

You’d never seen a dragon, and if this was any under circumstance you would be excited. But this was your very own death march. Or as your mothers own prophet had claimed “you’ll earn your mothers reckoning.”

There was an ax somewhere out there with your name on it….. or maybe the jaw of a dragon ready to chew you up.

Before you could much more on it a firm grip snatches the back of your neck, pulling a gasp from you as it pulls you to them aggressively, the smell of wine filling your senses. “You step a foot out of line today and I’ll have your head just like I had your fucking mothers. You hear me, bastard? I’ll spike in on a fucking post.”

You can only nod, afraid that if you give a verbal response you might whine in pain, and you refuse to show him that weakness. He takes your response, letting go before moving to speak with Verlain as your older sister and little brother stand off to the side.

The best way to secure an alliance was through marriage. Your older sister couldn’t be married off since she was already married to a lord, and your younger brother was the heir to the kingdom, not to mention the Targaryens didn’t have many girls to marry off.

But they had Aemond Targaryen, the rumored demon of Westeros, with one eye and the largest dragon.

So you were renamed a princess, one that would be able to marry a prince.

Princess of whores being married to a prince of monsters. If your mother could see you now.

Bile rises up your throat as the memory of her face flashes through your mind, your eyes once again welling with tears. Stop thinking about her. Stop stop stop stop stop.

The heavy sound of thunder pulls your attention, blinking slowly as you try to peer through the veil to see the storm on its way, only to see clear skies. Confusion fills you as your brother gasps loudly, and then you see them, a hoard of dragons filling the skylines as their wings flap in unison . Not thunder, dragons.

Nausea fills you once more, and yet your mouth goes dry, fists clenching into the heavy skirts of your dress as you spot the older dragon riding in the back, a blur of long white hair flying with it.

And you know without a doubt, your future husband has arrived.

“Listen to me.” She sobs, falling to her knees before you as you cry out, the banging on the door scaring you even more than her tears. “You need to listen to me.”

“Where is papa?!” You scream, your mothers handmaidens rushing around the room as she pulls your face closer to hers by the back of your neck, pressing your foreheads together.

“Listen. To. Me.” She seethes, wiping your tears with a swipe of her thumb. “Breathe. Keep your wits about you. I need you to remember that these people are not your kin. They are not yours. They will not protect you.”

“Mama-“

“And your father is not- do. Not. Trust. Your. Father.”

“Mama please-“

“You need to remember to breathe. Breathe. Keep your wits about you. And?”

“Breathe. Keep your wits about you. And…. Unbowed, unbent, unbroken. They cannot break me.”

“Good. Good girl.” She sobs, reaching to kiss your forehead, her lips holding there for a long moment as the door to your mothers apartments break open and the guards storm in.

The handmaidens pull you back quickly, right as your mother shoves something in the top of your dress before they are on her. There is no gentleness in the way they grab her by her hair and drag her out, and there is no gentleness in the grip the handmaidens keep on you as you claw and bite to get to her.

By the time they are out of sight there is nothing left but her shoe that had fallen as she was dragged out, and what she had hidden in your dress.

Your mother had been taken.

Aemond was sick of the wind, a feeling he never thought he would get and yet it has arrived. He was ready to land, get a break from the beast below his thighs and have a meal that hadn’t been dried and shoved into a satchel last week.

His mothers boat stayed below them, his eldest sister's dragon taking the lead of their travel in the front as his uncle stuck to her right. Aegon, a spoiled brat through and through, was left in Kings Landing to act as King Regent as Rhaenyra traveled with them.

Helaena and Jacaerys keeping him in check.

But his brother had gotten under Aemonds skin just fine before they left, whispering rumors about his future bride in drunken slurs that made him both angry in a protective manner and angry in nervousness that the whispers might be true.

“They passed her mother around the court like a toy to their whims, and when she was used up they killed her and replaced her with her daughter. You’ll get nothing but a rag dear brother.”

The kingdom they flew to now had always been secretive within itself, and word rarely left it’s shores. The only thing anyone really knew is they had an army of soldiers that had yet to be conquered, who wore gold armor and spoke in ancient whispers.

He is snapped out of his haze as Rhaenyra signals to land, and Aemond takes a moment to rejoice in the feeling of his feet on soil, focusing on that the entire hike up to the castle with his mothers arm now looped into his as Vhagar and the ship are left at the docks.

“Don’t be nervous.” Alicent Hightower whispers, reaching a hand to swipe at his cheek, humming in discontent before licking the pad of her thumb and swiping his cheek once more. He groans, trying to pull back.

Even if she meant well he knew his mother never understood how painful the skin near his eye was. The scar was always pulling and swollen, not to mention how hard the eye was to clean if the patch moved even the slightest bit.

“I hear she’s beautiful.” Lucerys offers, keeping close to his own mothers side. “You saw her painting!”

Indeed Aemond had, and like a lovestruck fool he had stared at it for hours until it was time to go. The very painting now sat in his chambers, waiting to be hung for after the wedding…. If there was to be a wedding.

His chest tightens as the castle steps come into view, multiple figures dressed in their finest clothes standing among them.

In the front, in the most ridiculous frille of red and gold, stood the king. A smug smile laced on his features as an overly large crown stands on his head. Beside him with her arms crossed primly was a younger woman, wearing a smaller tiara of red rubies and a busty gown that he was sure Aegon would have leered at, smiling from ear to ear.

The king and his 5th wife then, and behind him a bit to the left on an upper step, had to be Verlain. The hand to the king.

Two more figures a bit further up, one clad in a light blue dress, rubbing at her stomach softly as she watched with nothing more than a nervous expression. Making eye contact with Aemond for just a moment before her face goes red and she looks away, disgust at himself rising in his chest.

What will my future wife think? He wonders, panic clawing at his throat. Will she refuse me? Will I truly be so ugly?

Before he can take a closer look at the boy beside the pregnant woman he looks over to…. You. Standing a little further to the right of the rest, obviously not really knowing where else to go, with a veil covering your face and wearing a gown of black and red. The long petticoat skirts held within your hands, the long bell sleeves barely covering your hands and the cape connected to the back of the dress making you look every bit pristine.

The first thing he notes is the lack of jewelry. No rings, no crown or tiara, no bracelets. An odd thing since the rest of your family was completely adorned with anything they could find.

“Queen Rhaenyra.” The king smiles, bowing his head the slightest inch, a fact that has both Aemond and Damon straightening. A slight to Rhaenyra, he was sure. “And her traveling companions. We welcome you.”

Aemond risks another look to you as Verlain extends a hand to help you descend the stairs. He can’t hear anything of what anyone is saying as he watches you, heart thumping through his chest at your every movement.

“-and this is my daughter.” The king mumbles out, his tone tightening at the phrase daughter as you bow gracefully, neck going low as you curtsy need to Rhaenyra then greet the rest of the party in correct order. Before he could say anything you lift the veil and his breath catches.

The oil painting did you no Justice. And within moments he found himself yearning to trace his fingers over your cheek as he had done to the painting to see how the softness would compare.

“And this is my brother, Aemond Targaryen. First of his name, rider of the great Vhagar and-“

“It is an honor.” The king interrupts Rhaenyra, your cheeks tinging with blush as your jaw tightens. You must know your father is being disrespectful then, and at least one of you has the decency to be embarrassed.

“As much as I love flattery,” he begins, not tearing his eyes from you. “I’d prefer if you showed my sister more respect. Last person to disrespect her so had his head sliced through the middle.”

Daemon has the audacity to check his nails for dirt as Rhaenyra sends him a knowing look, his mother tightening her hold on his elbow in approval before moving to you.

“It is an honor to meet you.” She holds out both hands, which you calmly place your own above as you watch her, and Aemond sees the skepticism glint in them. The narrowing of them as your nose scrunches. “Your beauty was surely understated. Don’t you agree Aemond?”

“Indeed. But to be fair I don’t think any painting or letter would ever do you justice.” You don’t say anything, merely bow your head in feigned shyness while the crowned woman behind you speaks up.

“They say she has her mothers complexion.” She giggles loudly, and your spine tightens quickly. “May the child be blessed with the one good thing about her-“

“You’ve had a long journey. I’m sure your hungry and we still some final touches on this alliance. I trust you find my daughter to your liking?” There that tone is again, like he is disgusted to call you his daughter.

“Of course. We accept the marriage proposal, let’s feast and forge out the rest of the details.” Rhaenyra nods, allowing Daemon to help her up the stairs as the king leads them inside.

Aemond is torn between offering his mother his arm or you, desperate to touch you but not wanting to seem like the type to leave his mother.

Lucerys is there, offering his arm and drawing the first actual smile from you, a wave of anger filling Aemond at the sight. “Might I escort you to dinner?”

“You may escort me up the stairs, but unfortunately it would be improper for me to join dinner.” His mother snaps her attention to that, watching you as closely as Aemond already had been while Lucerys leads you up the steps.

They both watch as you look in the opposite direction of where you are walking, keeping your face turned away from one particular spot.

“Is that…. Blood?” His mother gasps, and Aemond can do nothing but stare at the large stain of it, blinking slowly as the sun hits the dial at the top of the staircase.

It was clear that this had been set up as a stage at some point, the message still stained into the earth.

He doesn’t answer his mother, instead he helps her up the steps as he follows the rest of the group.

He was angry. It was the only thing he could register, the anger. The rest of it was numb, the blade that took his eye had made sure of it. No love, no happiness, no remorse. He just felt anger.

It burnt through his throat until he had no choice but to scream, tore through his chest like acid as he raged to relieve some of it, his sword swinging at anything he could.

The posts on his bed were the first to have been attacked, the broken canopy it once held brutalized and torn in the corner. The desk was next and he even took a hot poker from the fire to shatter the mirror in one swift move.

Every move was sheer force, every yell was an attempt to ease him, every slam of his fist and kick of his feet an instinct he could not fight.

Where was the justice?

People avoided looking at him now, whispers following him everywhere he went. Females outwardly laughed and gasped at him, acting as if he was a demon that had clawed from the shadows.

“Aemond.” Alicent tries, her hands folded against her dress as she watches her son rage within the walls of his room, feeling useless. He was in pain and there was nothing she could do. “Aemond please.”

“I DONT WANT TO BE HERE! THEY THINK IM A MONSTER!”

“Aemond-“

“KILL ME! KILL ME KILL ME KILL ME!” He rages, picking up the sword once more as she takes a step back, the tears falling from her eyes. She knows he would never, he was forged from steel itself, but the fear consumes her as she calls for Cole. Sobbing.

“Help him.” She pleads, hearing the old dragon roar in the distance as Aemond shatters under the pressure.

“It hurts.” The boy sobs, falling into the glass of his once mirror. “It won’t stop hurting!”

Cole nods, without a word he heaves the boy up, dragging him out and across the glass until they clear the room. His grip is brutal, even Aegon tries to stop them when they pass him in the hall.

“Where are you taking my brother?” He snaps, standing straight, the soberest Aemond has ever seen him.

But Cole doesn’t answer, and when Aemond trips the armor pinches into his skin as he is hefted back up until they make it to the training yard.

“You want to die? Earn it.” Cole snaps, picking up a sword. He doesn’t warn his strike, Aemond barely has a second to dodge as the blade swipes at him, falling to the mud quickly.

The wetness of it seeps into his clothes, staining them as his fingers dig in to crawl to the weapons to defend himself.

He remembers the feel of the earth in that moment, latching on to that anger once more as he stands to fight.

You weren’t allowed at the feast, a fact that Aemond finds suspicious as his Uncle moves around the room with his hand on his sword ready for an attack, making eye contact with each servant there. Everyone was on edge, this entire ordeal one that screams trap.

“Might I ask why the bride will not be joining us?” Rhaenyra breaks the silence, fixing herself in the chair given, nodding to the rest of her party to sit as well.

“After the events of her mother…. It’s better if she doesn’t join us.” The king answers, casting a look to Daemon. “She mourns her mother. Taken too soon from an illness.”

The air around them turns pungent, the sign of a lie fallen flat. Lucerys casts him a side look, his thick eyebrows pinched together in confusion as the king raises a glass to toast.

“To the blessed union of our families.” Everyone raises their own glasses before taking a sip, but not Aemond, he sets his glass down and looks around the room some more while the conversation is struggling to be picked back up.

“Those are lovely pearls.” Alicent tries, doing her best to ease some of the tension.

“Oh thank you.” The young queen giggles, leaning forward. “It’s out of fashion out here ever since-“

The king slams his hand upon her own, a bang emanating from the wood. She flinches, but tries to smile through it and Aemond feels a rage fill him as he imagines you having to do the same thing before. Is that why you chose not to eat with them?

“Pearls are…. Out of fashion out here.” Your sister fills in the silence, “the woman at the court tend to avoid them.”

“Speaking of.” Verlain smiles. “I have some things packed and ready to be transported. Gifts from the royal family to yours as a part of the arrangement. To be presented on the wedding day.”

“I just hope there will be room for all of us aboard that ship of yours.” The king smiles, though Aemond sees right through it.

“I can assure you it’s quite big. What a lonely ride it was here, while the others rode dragons. I am looking forward to the company on the way back. I do hope the bride fares well in the sea.”

“I believe my sister to be excited for it.” The pregnant once smiles, the first real smile from this table.

Aemond says nothing, picking up his goblet and draining the liquid in one easy go. Even the wine here tasted shit. Lucerys laughs under his breath when a pig is set on the table and when Aemond turns to glare thinking the jest is to him he finds that the young queen was using her cutlery to check her appearance.

He leans closer, Lucerys following his lead. “I hope that my future bride is not too attached to her family. For if I have to spend a second past the wedding with them I might just-“

Alicent slaps his shoulder quickly, making him sit up as Lucerys snickers. Whether he got to finish his sentence or not the message had been delivered.

She spent the last month of her life trapped in a tiny room, with nothing but a bed and a small window barred to keep her in. Her chamber pot was changed once a week and she was allowed one handmaiden.

But she tried not to let it craze her, pouring herself into preparations for the future ahead of her. Everyday followed the same routine.

In the morning she was brought to a chapel within the castle where the minister would pray with her, and every morning he would ask her if she had any sins she’d like to pray forgiveness for. She never did, for she remained adamant that she did nothing wrong. And she could withstand the scalding look the man gave her each time for his opinion did not matter, she knew her truth.

She spent the days seeing, ordering dresses and adjusting them. Day after day. Ordering dress after dress, a small gift her lord husband had allowed her. If she were to die then at least she would die well dressed.

But the dresses weren’t for her, she didn’t pour over every stitch for herself and she didn’t hem each one to perfection for her own vanity, for she knew the second this was over for her that her daughters life would be ruined.

She would prepare as much as she could for her daughter, she was a mother and she would not fail her even in her last moments.

Meanwhile you begged and pleaded for her back, crying into your sisters arms as she held you, rocking you back and forth.

Your father hadn’t come to see you since she was taken, and you weren’t allowed at court, soon enough even your sister was denying visits. Left alone with your handmaiden until the fateful day.

Verlain, one of your fathers men, came to the door and excitement filled you when you saw him. He had always been so kind and often stole sweets for you when no one was looking, but that morning he didn’t smile.

“I thought she might want one more friendly face with her.” He explains to the handmaiden, who has tears in her eyes as she nods. She pulls you away and prepares you, lacing your corset and dressing you in black before taking your hand and leading you through the halls.

“Are we going to see-“

“Shhh. Don’t say a word.” Verlain warns, trying to keep his voice soft. “Not today little lamb.”

You nod, reaching to grab his hand as well as they lead you to the courtyard. You remain in the back, with a good view of the steps, still holding both their hands.

Your mothers group of handmaidens stood to the side of the steps, all looking worried and most with tears falling down while someone hisses at Verlain.

“You brought her kin?!”

“The king demanded she be here.” Verlain answers back, something like grief crossing his face. “To witness.”

And witness you did.

You remember it well, the silent scream that clogged your throat and the way you tried running for her. You had fallen when Verlain pulled you back, your fingers digging into the mud as you tried to crawl to her with all your strength as the blood poured down.

After you had been dragged, kicking and screaming, to your chambers you’d been thrown in by the guards. The first person allowed access to come and see you had been your mothers main handmaiden, one you hadn’t seen at the execution, who you would later learn had reported your mother falsely.

She did not hug you, she did not coddle you. The only thing she asked was “your mothers necklace? Have you any idea where she hid it?”

You told her no, still crying, feeling betrayed.

She left soon after.

A week after that you were forced to kneel before your father as he stripped you of your title and your lineage. “You are her daughter and nothing more. A bastard in the eyes of the faith and the crown.”

You sobbed and begged him not to, crying over and over “papa!”

He screamed at you, slapping you across the cheek so hard you sprawled across the stone.

That night, your last night in the castle, you sat by a singular burning candle as an unknown phantom gently traced the bruise, singing softly to you as you waited for your mother to appear to you.

If there was anyone who would use your gift you were sure it would be her.

But she never came, and you were sent away, and soon the castle was scrubbed of her memory.

Your last night there was spent exactly the same as years ago, a fresh bruise adorning your cheek from your fat- his majesty, and you sitting by a candle and waiting for her. Silently pleading for her ghost to appear.

“Come on mother.” You whisper, waiting. “Just one more time before I meet you in the afterlife. Please.”

She does not show, and when the sun begins to rise you are escorted from your rooms down to the docks were your luggage was being loaded.

“Is this all you have?” Lucerys, the name he introduced himself with yesterday, asks and you nod.

“Not much is provided for Basta- for brides to be.” He takes your lie, smiling before you curtsy and allow him to run and catch up with his mother and father.

“I hope you will be okay with entertaining my mother for the journey.” An even voice fills the silence, your heart lunging through your chest as you turn to see the prince. You thought he was gorgeous, desperate to reach a hand out and see what was under the patch.

You refrained of course.

He, however, seemed unable to control himself as he brought a hand up to the bruise on your cheekbone. His fingertips tracing over it ever so lightly.

“How does he have black hair?” You ask, desperate to get the topic away from your cheek before it can even start.

“It’s…. A long story.” He huffs, a small smile playing at his lips. “Might I escort you to your chambers on the boat.”

He holds out a hand for you to take, and for a moment a pitch of fear fills you. Don’t look don’t look don’t look.

But you can’t stop yourself from turning to those steps, and seeing the blood among them for the last time. Once you’re gone that’s all that will be left of her memory, and that tears a hole through your soul.

She shouldn’t have to be alone here, but you were sure that you would find her soon enough, there was no way you would ever survive the Targaryens. It was the only reason your father would ever bother to accept this at all.

So, ignoring the white haired god beside you, you turn fully to the steps and bow properly. “Until we meet again.”

Your tears sink into the dirt, in the exact spot you once crawled, and when a breeze hits your cheek you can do nothing but lift your head to see her. Standing at the top of the steps, bowing back to you.

Tears fall quicker, and your throat stings from it as you turn to grab the princes still outstretched hand, and as the last remnants of the second queen fade the last memory of her is lead away to the docks, clutching the lost necklace tightly in the pocket of a dress she once sewed.

And you know, that just as your mother once did, you would meet your fate with your head held high.

Unbowed, Unbent, Unbroken. They cannot break me.

But you hadn’t quite known what Kings Landing had in store for you, no one had expected it really.

(It's been a minute since I wrote something like this and this is the first time in months that writing hadn't felt like a chore. I hope you enjoy it!)

Part 2.... maybe?

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babyangelsky · 2 months

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Back in March when I was doing the BL Challenge (brought to us by the lovely @negrowhat), I mentioned in my post about Korn Theerapanyakul that it isn't often that we get an actual villain who isn't just a love rival in a BL. The presence of an antagonist in a story doesn't necessarily make them the villain and not every story calls for one either. That being said,

Jak is a villain.

I want to break down this shot because it tells us a lot about the dynamic at play and Jak's point of view.

There's a lot going on here. The first thing my eye is drawn to is the line between them (and how Mut is just slightly crossing it since he stepped into the lion's den). Once you see that, the differences between both sides of that line become more obvious.

Mahasamut is dressed in a dark cool color and he's in shadow but his face is catching the light. The flowers, fireplace, candles, and TV behind him feel warm and homey. Fitting for a cafe. On the other hand, Jak is dressed in a warm light color and he's sitting in the light but his face is in shadow. The windows behind him and his positioning makes it feel like he's sitting at a desk in a corner office in a high rise instead of a cafe.

I weirdly wish they'd shown us when they arrived at the table because I would bet you anything that Jak sat down first. He's the older one, he's relaxed, etc. It makes sense for him to have sat first which means he chose that specific seat and the only reason I mention it, and really the only reason it matters, is that it tells us how Jak sees himself in this situation.

He's sitting there in the light in his dad sweater telling Mahasamut about wanting to fulfill his role as Tongrak's father and that he's so sorry about his behavior in the past and wants to atone for it and it's all bullshit because look at this man's face.

It is completely shadowed, just like his intentions and his agenda whereas Mut's is completely in the light.

And the difference becomes even more stark once Jak tells Mut to break up with Tongrak.

Jak is spewing nothing but ill-intentioned bullshit and Mahasamut sees it for what it is and makes it clear that he isn't going to fall for it, which is why things devolve.

Now. Just so we can get it out of the way, yes, obviously Mut should not have agreed to that meeting. He shouldn't have engaged and should've put the baby in the car and driven in the opposite direction. I was screaming at my screen for him to do just that, as were many of us I'm sure. However, I have to point out that it is not inconsistent for him from a character writing standpoint to have agreed.

Lest we forget, he said this to Tongrak last week when he was explaining why he turned Prin down when she tried to buy him.

"But Leah the dad is so much worse how could he not see—!" I know. Trust me, I do.

I'm gonna put on my baseball uniform and go to bat for my man for a second though because I think part of the reason that he agreed to talk to Jak is that he vastly underestimated him. And to be completely fair to Mahasamut, I did, too.

If I had to guess, I would say that he was expecting to be dealing with someone cut from the same cloth as Prin. Maybe a little worse since he knows what Jak has done in the past but certainly nothing he couldn't handle. Mahasamut is not a reckless or a thoughtless man. I don't believe for a second he would've even walked in the building if he didn't feel confident that he could deal with Jak.

The problem is that Jak is very much not cut from the same cloth as Prin.

I noted in my expressions post that it looked like the only time Jak was actually feeling something was when he accepted Prin's offer to destroy Tongrak but that's not entirely accurate. Having gone back to watch his scenes, there's a second instance where genuine emotion peeks through.

There's such a cold rage in his expression when he reproaches Tongrak for choosing his mother and cutting ties with him. And make no mistake, he's not angry because he loves his son. We already know that he doesn't. He's angry because in his eyes, he lost to a woman he felt nothing but disdain for.

If Tongrak and Kwan had chosen Jak over their mother, do you think Jak would be out here causing problems? No, he would've flat out ignored them. He wouldn't bother keeping such close tabs on Rak and his relationships because he would've already won and if he's doing it now, it's because he wants to win.

This is a game to him. This is fun for him.

His son is terrified and begging him not to hurt an innocent little girl and a young man and Jak's response is, "Don't be greedy."

He tries to force his son to choose which one of the people he loves most in this world gets to be safe but the choice isn't really a choice. He says he'll choose for Rak and he already has. Jak had already had Mahasamut beaten by the time he comes to see Tongrak and we know that because Mut's injuries have been treated when Rak gets home and Vivi is already there.

Matter of fact, the only reason Jak is even here talking to his son is because his attempt to convince Mut to leave has failed and he knows that going to Rak won't fail. He knows his son is afraid of him and he knows he can use that fear to get what he wants, which is why he brings up the uncle doctor.

Although we've gotten little of Jak so far, it's safe to assume that he is not a man who makes empty threats. Tongrak knows this, too, which is why he becomes so panicked when the doctor is brought up. We as the audience don't know who this doctor is but we can surmise from Tongrak's expression that he's important enough to be used as a weapon by Jak.

Until this point I don't think Tongrak realized that his father had anything to do with whatever happened to this doctor, he looks genuinely surprised. But all Jak had to do to prove how serious he is about his threat is mention the man. That's all he does. Rak puts the pieces together himself.

And here is where I bring up next week.

If you can look at this man's face as he rips the contract and think for a moment that he's going to try to push Mahasamut away for some flimsy petty reason, I am here to tell you that you are dead wrong. If I so much as SEE the words 'noble idiocy' I'm going to kick off.

Because we know that by the time Tongrak picks up this contract to rip it, Mahasamut has already been beaten twice and that Jak made a barely veiled threat to have him killed. Rak is rightfully terrified of his father and afraid for his boyfriend's life and wanting to keep Mut safe and ALIVE is not noble idiocy.

Now is it going to work? Smart money says no, wild horses couldn't drag Mahasamut away. He loves Rak too much to take any threats lying down. But as much as I understand why Mut talked to Jak, I understand why Rak wants to keep him safe even more.

Jak didn't accept Prin's offer because he wanted to help her. He doesn't give a single shit about her agenda except to mock her for it. He agreed to destroy his son because he wants to, because doing so will allow him to win and get back at his ex-wife. The money is just a bonus.

Jak is a Villain.

#rewatching jak's scenes does not get any less brutal fyi #there are only two reasons why something is hard to watch:#because it's done poorly or because it's done well #and this was done very well #love sea #love sea the series #meta #conversations with leah

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⋆·˚ ༘ * blinker fluid . ft. katsuki bakugo

synopsis . all he ever did was use you, why can’t you see that?!

warnings . nsfw . pining , childhood friends to lovers ! au , aged up ! au , quirkless ! au , toxic ! cheater ! kirishima is an ahole ( sorry not sorry ) , ( ooc katsuki ? , ) cursing , crying !! , cheating !! , more than friend ! bakugo , tons of emotion , slight overuse of pet names , piv sex , fingering , body worship , size kink if you squint , multiple orgasms , slight breeding kink , clingy ! small ! slight bimbo ! reader , slight possessiveness at the end.

words . 6k

notes . 6k i think is my longest yet.. thank you guys for all your support !

“ katsuki! you were right! ” you rushed up to him. sparing you an uninterested glance and a half hearted laugh,

“ i’m always right, what this time? ” you shook his arm,

“ c’mon kats, i’m your favorite person! the least you could do is pretend to be excited when i am.. ” he fully turned to you, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, playful smile on his face.

“ tell me then, what’s got you so excited? ” you take a moment, eyes widening at his undivided attention. you open your mouth, your heart beating hard in your head brought you back to reality.

“ k- kiri likes me! you were right, he’s taking me on a date tomorrow night. ” the soft smile that once graced his featured disappearing. he stayed looking at you, heart growing heavy, waiting for you to say something, waiting for you to discredit yourself, to say something, anything.

“ why aren’t you saying anything? ” he blinked once, then twice. recentering himself in the position that he put himself in. your smile faded, being replaced with worry.

“ good for you, yn ” he nodded, you smiled and looked at your phone before saying that you were running late.

“ good for you.. ” he said bitterly. this time he knew it was to convince himself.

he thought to himself, trying to figure out when these dammed feelings started to arise.

“ eiji! do you want to go to the store with me? ” you asked, double checking the shopping list you made on your phone.

“ go by yourself, pretty, i have to finish some things here. ” you nodded, leaning down to place a sweet kiss on his cheek.

“ do you want me to pick anything up from the store for you? ” you asked, placing an small hand on his arm. which he lifted and rubbed the back of his head, thinking,

“ uh, yeah could you stop at that store i always like and pick something up for desert? ” you nodded writing it down. he looked down at his phone, getting a message. “ oh, also some blinker fluid, i checked your car this morning and it’s low. ” you nodded again, picking up your keys and waved bye to eiji.

it was taking you forever, time you didn’t have. you still had to run to kiri’s store and get his desert for him and make dinner when you got back but you couldn’t find the blinker fluid for your car. remembering that your boyfriend had things to do you pressed some buttons on your phone to call katsuki instead. not even two rings later, he answered,

“ what do you want? ” you heard his gruff voice, you felt your face flush and then nervous from being lost in the store that you spend the most of your time in.

“ um, i need help ” you confessed, the next moment was filled with objects shuffling and keys jingling.

“ where are you ” you stuttered for a moment,

“ i’m at the store..i can’t find this thing for my car. ” you explain, everything on the other end of the phone coming to a halt. “ katsuki? ”

“ what are you looking for.. ” he asked, the tone in his voice made you nervous

“ um..blinker fluid? ” you heard the door slam shut, but no outdoor noises.

“ hah?? ” you looked around the automotive section frustrated, a hand running through your hair.

“ prin- how long have you been looking for it? ” you checked the time, distressed from how long you’ve been in this store,

“ um, almost an hour.. ” you hear something break in the background, “ kats? what’s wrong? ”

“ you’ve been played sweetheart. there’s no such thing as blinker fluid. ” you feel the muscles in your face release, but your eyebrows never giving way.

“ w- what? ” you tilt your head to the side,

“ shitty hair lied to you yn, i’m on the way just stay there. ” you mumbled a small ‘okay’ and waited in the store,

katsuki made it to the store in nearly record time, probably breaking every driving law in the book.

“ i can’t believe you fell for that, ” he huffed, you chalked it up as fatigue from running. you pouted at him, watching as he shook his head and used a large hand to push the hair off his sweaty face, followed with pulling the hem of his shirt up to wipe his face, giving you a clear view of his chiseled abdomen that he’s been working on since middle school. you looked away embarrassed that you were staring at another man, nonetheless the best friend of your long term boyfriend..

“ blinker fluid ” he scoffs, looking around before looking back down at you, “ why’d you call me instead of your boyfriend? ” he asked,

“ he said he had to do some things, so i didn’t want to bother him.. ” you tell him, a softer pout following.

“ call him. ” he told you, your head whips to look up at him,

“ wh- i just told you he said he would be bus- ”

“ call. him. ” he said, narrowing his eyes at you, you gave him the meanest glare you could muster before listening. you pull out your phone and click the call button,

“ speaker. ” you looked up at him and pressed the button, letting out a breath before he answered.

“ yn, what is it? ” he’s out of breath, you bring the phone closer so you don’t have to yell,

“ um i couldn’t find the thing you told me.. ” you said trying to hear what he was doing in the background,

“ huh? ask one of the fuck, ask one of the employees, i have to shit, i have to go. ” he doesn’t wait for a response before he hangs up

“ see? busy. ” you say waving your phone as if he didn’t just hear it for himself. his arms are around his chest now, an unfamiliar look on his face, “ what is it? why are you looking at me like that ” you tilt your head to the side

“ eiji is a good man, he loves me. ”

“ all he ever did was use you, why can’t you see that? he’s cheating on you, yn. ” your eyebrows pull together, confused you take a step back.

“ what? n- no,..he was probably working out. ”

“ i’ve worked out with him before, that ” he points to the phone, “ was not working out. ” you let out a half laugh, but he wasn’t amused.

“ that’s not funny katsuki.. ” he didn’t say anything, just looked at you, and finally it hit you:

he wasn’t joking.

your heart sped up, creeping up to your throat, you felt your throat close,

“ check his location, he doesn’t have work out equipment at home right? ” you shook your head. you unlocked your phone again, going to his location and seeing he was still at home.

“ no..he loves me, he- he wouldn’t ” you shook your head, shaking out the heart aching thoughts that plagued your mind. hands made it to your shoulder and you looked up at katsuki. he lifts his hand and you flinch, he pauses before wiping the tears streaming down your face

“ finish your shopping, and i’ll drive you. ” you shook your head, finally lifting your hand to wipe your tear clad face.

“ it’s okay, i- i can do it alone..thanks for helping kats. ” he scans your face, your warm puffy face.

“ yn.. ” you give him a smile before pulling your shopping list off and crossing out blinker fluid out,

“ thank you for your help katuki, but i still have dinner to make.. ” you told him, giving him a hug before going about your day.

‘ i shouldn’t have told her.. ’ katsuki thought to himself, ‘ at least she knows now.. ’ you walked away from him, hand coming up to wipe the tears still staining your face. and he just watched. that was all he did, for the past three years all he’s done is watch as you got hurt over and over again.

you knew he could be cheating on you, you’ve known for too long, but he’s so sweet to you you couldn’t think it possible.

“ i’m home. ” you said, placing the groceries down and taking your shoes off. kirishima comes to you from the table, placing a kiss on your cheek,

“ did you find everything? ” you looked up at him, remembering what happened in the store. you smiled,

“ i tried, the employee said someone bought the last jug of the uh, blinker fluid. ” he nodded, patting your head and taking the bags from you,

“ i ordered some takeout, i’m kind of tired and i have to get up early tomorrow. ” you pursed your lips together.

“ oh..um okay.. ” you walked with him to his kitchen and out up the groceries as he plopped on the couch, engrossed with whatever was going on in his phone.

“ i’m going to jump in the shower, call me when the food gets here? ” you nodded giving him a small smile and turning to the groceries. once the bathroom door shut and the water came on you leaned against the counter, feeling numb from everything that took place today. you quickly put up the rest of the groceries and made your way to his bedroom. you both had your own place, but you tended to crash at his place more often than you were at your own.

you found yourself walking to the bedroom, his phone on the charger as he showered. you fought with yourself, trying to convince him to leave his phone alone. that you trusted him and he loved you and wouldn’t do a thing to hurt you.

his phone buzzed.

you lost the battle with yourself. you sat down and pulled his phone to your chest. you knew his password, he hasn’t changed it in years..you typed in the day you guys started dating and read the newest message

ashido : i had fun tonight, can’t wait to see you again <3

your heart dropped, creating an empty space where it used to be. you opened the message and scrolled, finding a message asking if she could come over around the time you were leaving for the grocery store.

you shook your head, it just had to be true, didn’t it?

you heard the shower turn off and you were brought back to the situation. marking the last message as unread and closed the app before going to photos to scroll for something to cover up.

“ sweetness? what ya doin over there? ” you looked up at him, a smile gracing your face,

“ i was looking for that photo i asked you to delete of me the other day, the one with noodles shooting out of my nose? ” you giggled, seeing him smile after you,

“ i couldn’t delete that one, that’s one of my favourites! ” he joked, you shook your head, locking his phone and hearing the doorbell ring,

“ oh that must be the food. ” he said,

“ get dressed, i’ll get it. ” you walked out and opened the door, giving the driver a tip before locking the door back.

the next day, kiri said that he had to stay late for this new proposal that his bosses have assigned to him.

he told you to not wait up for him, indicating that he’s going to be home really late, or not at all.

it was already late and you were tired of sitting at home, doing nothing. you still had a good amount of energy that you haven’t used, so you grabbed your keys and went to get takeout, opting to go to bakugo’s.

you called and asked what he wanted and then made your way to his place.

“ why do you drive so slow? ” you shrugged not looking to entertain his smart mouth. he shifted to give you room to walk in with the takeout. the two of you settled in his couch, watching a show you’ve been dying to watch. stuffing your face you watched as the two main characters finally confessed their feelings that they’ve had for each other since high school with interest.

beside you, katsuki looked down at you, feeling the utmost domestic in this moment with you. you leaned forward to grab your drink and you leaned too far, loosing your balance. katsuki’s arms reached out and looped around your waist, pulling you back, you landing on his side.

“ thank you, ”

“ hold yourself up dumbass. ” but the notion of letting you go went right over his head, you looked up at him, through your lashes. his eyes glanced down at your lips, and for a fraction of a second he knew this was a bad idea, but only for a fraction. one of his hands moved to cup your cheek and he leaned down to you, connecting your lips in a chaste kiss. it was short but you felt every bit of it, his lips were soft and his hands gentle as the arm around your waist pulled you closer ever so slightly. you parted, his eyes searching yours for any disagreement, any sign to tell him to stop.

there wasn’t.

in an instant he pulled you to straddle his lap, arm pulling you flush against him, leaning in to close the all too large gap between you he captured your lips in a fiery kiss. a kiss that told all his underlying feelings for you. all that he wanted to confess to you. how he loved the way your eyes sparkle when you talked about your stupid animal crossing island, or when you threw your head back way too far while laughing. he pulled you even closer, as if you were not chest to chest already. katsuki’s brows knit together, focused on feeling every inch of you through the passionate kiss. you wrapped your arms around his neck, his hand falling down to your hip, pushing and pulling you on his lap, breathless you pull away from him and he turns his attention to your unmarked collarbone, but not before leaving gentle but passion filled kisses down your neck, goosebumps trailing behind him. you gripped his shirt, a soft moan falling from your pretty lips. finding the spot that makes your knees weak he pulls you up higher, brushing your clothed sex over his.

“ katsuki~ ” you whine, he freezes,

‘ what the hell did he just do. ’ he curses at himself as he pulls away, hands coming off of you as if you burned him. you sat on his lap dumbfounded, body on fire from the heated session you just took part in. your chest rose and fell quickly, much faster than it was before. he couldn’t bring his eyes to meet yours, as much as he wanted to continue, to show you all the pent up feelings he had for you, he couldn’t. he reached up to pull your arms from around his neck and held your wrists in between you two, effectively putting some distance between the you of two.

“ i think you should go home. ” he said hoarsely, as if he didn’t want to say it. you blinked, a wave of hurt taking the place of bliss that had entranced you just moments ago.

“ w- what? ” you voice was nearly nonexistent. you lifted your hand towards him, to see his face but his hand shot out to grab yours,

“ leave yn..before we make another mistake, ” before i make another mistake. he turned to you, revealing his vermilion hues, ones that no longer held the hunger he just displayed to you. you sat back, looking down before taking a breath and getting off his lap, nearly falling from your knees being in such an awkward position for so long.

he didn’t spare you another glance, hand coming up to cover his burning cheeks. you took one last look at him before making yourself scarce to your childhood friend.

you stayed at your own apartment that night, putting your phone on the charger before shutting it down. your heart pounded in your chest, the heat of bakugo still lingering after the drive..you pressed a finger to your lips, puffed and swollen. you pulled the covers up to your chin, curling into a ball before taking the long path to sleep.

you woke up late, assuming so from the positioning of the sun in your window. you turned to lay flat on your back, stretching from being balled up all night. you let out a sigh, the scenes of last night pouring back into your mind. you sat up quickly, regretting the quick action immediately. you held your head as you reached over to grab your phone. turning it on you found messages from your boyfriend and one missed call from bakugo.

you ignored the missed call and opened the messages from your boyfriend.

my heart : hey are you okay?

my heart : call me when you see this

my heart : i’m going to bed, love you.

you shook your head as you read the messages over.

“ i really am blind. ” thinking back to his lax attitude when you were on his phone, as if he was not committing infidelity in your bed hours earlier. you were one to talk, weren’t you? making out with his best friend with no intention of stopping.. you sighed, taking a shower and getting dressed to go to kirishima’s. you unlocked the door, opening your mouth to greet him when you realized a pair of shoes you didn’t recognize in your spot. closing your mouth you tucked your keys into your purse, setting your purse down on the table by the door and silently sliding your shoes off. you walked around for a moment, not before you heard a grunt from the bedroom.

your heart pounded, almost too hard, you were sure he would hear it if you opened your mouth even a little. you made your way to the bedroom, the shaking bedframe becoming louder by the second. you wanted to walk out, pretend you never came here, pretend you were still in bed and didn’t get up until the sun went down, but you couldn’t..you didn’t want to, as much as you wanted to run away you didn’t.

you pushed the door open, the lewd sounds reached you first, your eyes falling behind to adjust to the darkness of the room. the scene playing out in front of you was suffocating, watching your long term boyfriend pressed up against another in the most intimate way. loosing your grip on the doorknob, the light from the living room alerted the two,

“ oh fuck, yn! ” the pink haired girl didn’t scream, didn’t bother pulling the covers to cover herself, just smirked at you. kirishima stumbled, tripping over the covers to pull his boxers up his thighs. you stared blankly, you mind telling your body to turn and leave, with droopy eyes, you made your way to your shoes and slid them on, hurried footsteps behind you.

“ yn wait, i promise i can explain. ” you snapped out of your trance, you turned to him, tears starting to form,

“ explain what kirishima? ” you said, shrugging at him, eyebrows pulled in defeatedly. you waited for some excuse or lie to come out of his mouth,

“ well? say something. yell, scream, say something! anything dammit! ” you pleaded for him to say something to make you think that he wasn’t as bad as he made himself out to be, anything at all.. tears flowing freely now, your throat closed tighter and tighter the longer you were in his presence.

you hiccuped, looking past him to see the girl he was just balls deep in.

“ sorry to interrupt. ” you barely made out. the overwhelming feeling of rue washing over you. you turned back to kirishima, raising a heavy arm to gesture to the girl leaning against the bedroom door “ someone’s waiting for you.. ” you added heavy-heartedly. kirishima hung his head, sweat dropping down from his forehead. turning around you pulled on the door handle and shut it behind you. you got in your car, turned it over and ignored the figure of kirishima in your rear-view mirror.

you didn’t know where you drove to, your limbs knew where to go and you were just along for the ride.. you made it to your destination and got out, barely remembering to lock your car and started walking.

you weren’t sure when it started raining but when the cold sky water began to seep through your jacket you finally felt all of the emotions you were trying to block out.

as every rain drop hit you, two tears came in their place, your lip trembled. you shook your head, trying to fight it, you couldn’t. your chest heaved, breaths becoming shorter and shorter, your legs gave out from under you, knees slamming to the ground you screamed. trying to let it out, let out everything that has went wrong, everything you realized wasn’t as it seemed: when he’d stay out later than before, when he stopped showing you affection, when he stopped being your boyfriend..

eyes blurry you picked up your phone, not being able to see you held the power button, telling your phone a short task.

watching some random videos on youtube as he ate his favorite spicy noodles, his phone rang. seeing your name pop up he finished chewing his noodles

“ katsukii ” you cried on the other side of the phone,

“ yn? ” there’s a pause, it’s raining and your breathing erratically,

“ kat- he- i- it hurts.. ” you wailed, he balled his hands into a fist.

“ where are you? ” no response, “ stay there, i’ll find you, okay? ” he grabs his keys and a jacket for you and rushed to his car, sliding away from the call screen to maps. you managed to share your location with him, coughing and sneezing as he drove with white knuckles around the steering wheel.

putting the car in park he ran to where you map marker was and saw you, cursing he kneeled down to you, placing a warm hand on your cold cheek, he took his jacket and draped it over you,

“ hang onto me, okay? ” feeling your weak nod he lifted your arm over his shoulder and hooking the other under your knees, he lifted you up with ease. settling you into the passenger seat of his car he buckled your seatbelt and taking off your wet jacket, he places his jacket more comfortably around your shoulders. getting in the driver seat he turned up the heat.

arriving back to his house, he helps you out of the vehicle. he brought you to his room, stepping out after giving you some sweatpants with a warm hoodie as he warmed up a towel for you. you stood in the middle of the room, arms by your side, not in the sleeves. he took your hair and wrapped the towel around it, the warmth snapping you out of your daze, helping him slide your arms through the sleeves. leading you to the kitchen he turned to you,

“ do you want something to eat? ” you shook your head slowly, he sighs, resting a hand on the now damp towel.

“ i’m going to make you something to eat. ” lifting you to place you on the counter. you numbly watch him move around the kitchen, picking up various pots and ingredients.

“ katsuki.. ” you muttered, wiping your face with your fingers, he turned and look at you and you pushed yourself off the counter, and walked to him. he looked down at you quizzically and you ignored it, you tried to stop the tears falling from your eyes but they wouldn’t. you wrap your arms around him and just let it out. bakugo looks down at you, frozen unaware of what to do. he pulls his arms out of your grasp, heart hammering in his chest, and wraps them around your waist.

“ it’s okay, let it out. ” he runs a hand up and down your back, opting to make you something when you calmed down, he lifted you into his arms, taking you back to his room. he looked down at you, your cheek against his shoulder, eyebrows relaxed, and lips lightly parted. he kneeled down on his bed, placing you as gently as he could before lifting the covers over you, taking the towel from around your head. hearing your breathing slow, soft snores took the place of hiccups and ragged breaths. he sighed, getting up to clean up his kitchen he felt your hand grab his,

“ don’t leave me, ” your lip quivered, he bit his lip going to tell you he’d be right back, “ please, don’t leave me.. ” he gave in,

“ alright pretty. ” you dropped his hand and he walked to the other side of the bed, relieving himself of his outside clothes and putting on a pair of shorts and a tshirt. pulling the covers back just enough for him to climb in, he settled in next to you.

his arms came to engulf you, turning you over to rest your head on his chest, rubbing your back as he did before. your soft sniffles fill the quietness of the room.

“ you feeling better pretty girl? ” he felt you nod into his chest, cuddling closer to him. “ are you comfortable? ” you didn’t reply, just shifted your legs, taking the hand from your back, he lifted your leg to rest over his hip. you sighed contentedly, as he pushed a warm hand under his hoodie, resting it on your back. you shifted, getting uncomfortable again,

“ what’s wrong? ” you wanted to shake your head, tell him nothing, but bakugo knew you better than that. you bit your lip before pulling your leg off of his, turning around, holding onto his fingers. he laid still, waiting for you to position yourself before wrapping an arm around your middle.

“ i’m good now.. ” you mumbled. he hummed, closing his eyes and he gently pulled you into him.

you couldn’t sleep, today being way more eventful than you wished, so many moments, so many feelings you wished you’d forget.

“ you’re still up, ” you felt his voice rumble your body.

“ i- can’t sleep. ” you mumbled,

“ hm, ” he slipped his hand under the hoodie once more, pulling you flush to him. the hand resting on your stomach glided over your soft skin gently, wrapping around you fully, he placed a kiss behind your ear, your hair now dry. he kisses lower, finding your sweet spot like muscle memory, drawing a sweet moan from your lips.

“ tell me to stop princess, tell me to stop or i- ”

“ please, katuski.. ” you begged, turning to him and resting a hand on his jaw, the fresh stubble tickling your palm.

“ fuck. ” he cursed, pulling you close and locking your lips together. biting on your bottom lip you hesitated before opening your lips to allow him in. as his tongue explored you, his hands began to wander, going lower to grope at anything he could reach.

a sting of curses fall through his pretty lips and you open your eyes to lock with his. lips parted, allowing more air through as you breathed heavily. you leaned up to him but he pulled back, you pulled back to, wanting to apologize, that you didn’t mean to go so fast.

“ let me appreciate you, doll. ” he said, laying you flat on your back and softly stripping you of the clothes he let you borrow. without another moment, he peppered kisses down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. you squirmed, pulling him up by his shoulders to connect your lips again.

“ fuck..the things you do to me ” his hand trails down your body, slotting himself between your legs.

as his hand slid over your hips, he rests his thumb on your bundle of nerves, rubbing gentle circles on it. watching you face crunch up, he leans down to suck bruising marks on your supple skin, anywhere his mouth could reach. your fingers wrapped around the hem of his shirt, tugging on it, he pulls is over his head, sitting back on his heels. you sat up with him.

running your hands over his structured chest, you planted soft kisses down his torso.

“ you’re gorgeous katsuki.. ” you mumbled against one of his pecs, looking up at him through your lashes. he groaned, reaching behind you to unclip your bra, watching it slide off your shoulders before laying you down. he pulled back to free himself of his shorts before helping you out of your underwear.

turning his affection towards you, he captured your nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it, fondling the other. you ran a hand through his hair, tugging at it every so slightly. releasing your nipple, he goes on to leave more love marks along your skin,

“ katsu..please s- stop teasing~ ” you whined, engulfing him in a heart stoping kiss.

“ what princess wants, princess shall get” he mumbled against your lips, “ i wanted to take it slow, but- can’t deny my pretty girl “ he spoke gently. stripping the both of you of your last articles of clothing left he pushed middle finger into your warmth, his ring finger soon following. a few quick thrusts of his hand and he already found and was abusing the spot that made you see stars. sucking one more hickey into your collarbone, katsuki let his tongue glide down your body, all the way down to where his hand met with your warm sopping hole.

“ you’re so wet for me pretty girl. ” you whined, grinding down on his hand as you ached for more. it wasn’t enough, not nearly enough..

“ more katsu, please. ” you moaned oh so sweetly. he groaned at the sound of his name falling from your lips, cursing, he moved off you, tugging his bottoms off in one swift motion, using the slick from you to rub on his dick. you watched him intently, sitting up while reaching for his member, he took your hand in his, pressing a soft kiss to your palm. the gesture enough to make your heart swell and bring tears to your eyes.

“ tonight’s about you baby, ” he muttered, leaning down to press kisses to the shell of your ear. rubbing the bulbous tip of his cock rub against your clit he draw another moan from your sweet lips, “ let me take care of you ” he whispered and you bit your lip, trying to hold the sinful noises back. katsuki pulled back a smidge, lining up with your entrance,

“ take a breath for me. ” and you did, with that, he pushed inside your heat ever so gently. you both moaned, and he captured your lips in his, swallowing any further noises from you as he pushed deeper inside you, you pulled away from him, pushing your head further into the pillow. you pulled your lips between your teeth, trying not to cry out from your cunt stretching to accommodate the sheer size of bakugo. peppering kisses along your cheeks, ending on your eyelids he tucked his flushed face into your shoulder as be bottomed out.

“ fuck you’re so tight.. ” he groaned, his thumb seeking purchase on your bundle of nerves. you cursed, his name falling from your lips as you clenched around him, he pulled out slowly, leaving just the tip in before pushing back into you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head,

“ feels so good~ ” you mewled. his forehead dropped into the crook of your neck, panting heavily.

“ fuck, i can’t- shit.. ” he pulled back, watching as he pulled out, a line of your arousal forming at the base of his cock. the sight nearly undoing him on the spot, he pushed back into you, circling your clit faster. you squeezed around him tighter,

“ oh~ katsuki, i- i’m ” he sped up his pace ever so slightly, watching your facial expressions as he angled his hips to hit the sweet spot inside you. your mouth opened but no sound came out,

“ come on baby, give it to me ” your body listened. clenching down on him like a vice, his hips stuttered as he fucked your through your first orgasm. slowing down to give you room to get your breath you pulled him by his shoulders for a seering kiss. he thrusted into you, more needy, wanting more of those pretty little sounds to leave your lips. he fucked into you as if it was the last thing he would do. aching with pure need your cunt pulls him in deeper, kissing all the right places you feel the coil in your stomach getting tighter. moaning into his mouth, you scratch against his back, leaving red marks as you go. he groaned into you , pulling from you to rest his forehead against yours, eyes closed as the feeling of you engulfed him in pure ecstasy.

“ fuck i’m close..you gonna cum with me pretty girl? ” you nodded mindlessly, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. you’re driving him crazy, the sounds of your body reacting to him, the feeling of you against him, it was nearly too much. wrapping his arm around your shoulders he coaxes another orgasm from you. eyes seeing stars, your nails dig into his biceps.

“ katsuki!! ” your orgasm hits you hard, tumbling over the edge head first you see white.

“ fuck. ” a few more thrusts and he was joining you at that cliff, pushing himself over to meet you he stills, blowing his load deep into you. your chest heaves, body shaking as he coats your walls with his seed. he presses his forehead against yours, eyes closed as you both breathed in the passionate air that settled around the two of you. pulling out of you, you whined. he hovered above you, letting air back into your lungs.

“ i’m going to get you some water, stay up for a little bit longer. ” you shook your head, not wanting him to leave your side.

“ stay..please.. ” he nodded, pressing a kiss to your hairline, he whispered:

“ okay ” he found your underwear somewhere strewn next to the bed and pulled it up your legs, making sure his load was secure. finding his and tucking his member into his boxers he pulled the covers up to your hips as you cuddled into his chest. he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you flush against his.

“ mine ” he growled lowly, you smiled gently,

“ yours.. ” you mumbled, eyelids fluttering shut.

not uttering another word, he watched as you peacefully lulled off to sleep, falling into a deep peaceful slumber. nothing could ruin this moment, the girl of his literal dreams asleep in his arms after a long night together.

but something could, and it did. it was your phone ringing. groaning he shifted to turn it off, but not before looking at the caller id.

hearts and an e. kirishima. he didn’t think twice about how this would sever the life long friendship with the red haired fool before answering.

“ yn baby! ” he shouted,

“ if you want to wake her up again go right ahead, just know i have to work in the morning and i would kill you. ” he said, vermillion eyes narrowing at the phone.

“ b- bakugo?! ” he grinned, finally realizing what’s happening. with his other hand he gently rubbed your back, hoping that the yelling from the phone would not wake you. not even a little bit.

“ that’s right. now you delete her number, i’ll text you when i can come get her stuff, don’t ever call her again. and i so much as feel you thinking of her, i’ll end you. ” with that he hung up the phone and shut it down.

he would protect you.

his perfect girl.

published . august 28 , 2023

#kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #mha smut #kirishima eijiro x reader #mha kirishima #kirishima eijirou #bnha eijiro kirishima #bakugo x reader #bnha bakugou #bnha bakugo #bakugo smut #katsuki bakugo x reader #mha bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bnha katsuki bakugou #tteokbokki 🌶️ // spicy #. character // katsuki bakugo #. character // eijirou kirishima

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Tagging this fatal because we all know what happens next. A little snippet about me singling out my next meal. Degradation and threats of suffering ahead.

Culling

It was the third time I caught her looking at me that sealed her fate. She tried to hide it, play it off. She looked down at her drink, swirled the ice with her straw, face red. She sensed me getting closer, those big ears flicking, a little shiver down her spine as I came up beside her at the bar. Adorable.

My mouth was watering already.

I didn't waste any time playing coy. Before either of us said a word I was breathing in her scent, a heady mix of fear and arousal, a cocktail more potent than anything served here. "You know it's impolite to stare," I said as I grasped her firm rump. She nearly spilled her drink.

"I-I'm sorry," she squeaked out, looking up at me with those big doe eyes.

"Mm, no you're not," I replied, before prying her fingers off her glass and pulling it away from her. I threw it back in one gulp. "You were hoping I'd come over here. Part of you was, anyway. Bet you're feeling conflicted now, huh?"

"Hey, why did you-rrk!"

She shook more as I took her jaw in my hand, tilting her head this way and that in the lurid light. "I like my food sober. Too much booze and it'll numb the pain. That's cheating. There's only one way you're getting sloshed tonight." She really was a looker. Tall for a doe, a little on the slim side, but with shapely thighs that begged for my teeth.

She squirmed in my grip, but the flush never faded from her face. "So you're really. . . I mean, we're-"

"Ohhhh my god," I said, rolling my eyes. "You always take this long to get to the point? Yes, tonight I'm having venison. I don't know what's not getting through that thick skull of yours. You clearly had a deathwish, the way you kept trying to bore your way down into my guts with your eyes." She was light, too. Shoving her down on the bar was laughably easy. I pinned her hands above her head, licking my chops at the way her chest strained her tight top.

"Wait, right here?" She yelped, turning an even brighter red. She frantically looked at the other patrons around, many of whom were pretending not to see the spectacle we were creating right in front of them. Not all, though. Good, glad at least a few of them appreciated quality entertainment when it was served up for free. "Y-You're not going to take me somewhere more . . . private?"

"What, like a date? Don't flatter yourself. You think I'm going to cut my night short for you? I've got places to be after this. I'm taking time out of my schedule to end you, you ungrateful slut. Now shut your trap. I'm getting tired of your voice. The only thing you've got in you that's worth hearing is screams."

I watched her whole body tremble again, so I leaned in and inhaled her once more, dragging my tongue up her neck. The scent of her need was so much stronger now. Almost too pungent to bear. I dipped a paw down the front of her shorts and wasn't surprised in the least to feel she was wet. "Knew it. Just another dumb bitch who's too horny to live. You're lucky I need the calories."

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hishighnesstheprincess · 7 months

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Excerpts from the diary of Maria Robotnik, confiscated by GUN as part of the raid on the ARK.

July 10th, 1948.

#sonic #maria robotnik #prin posts #sonic posting #my writing #sonic writing

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pls write about soft and needy!hyunjin smut 🤭💔 hes so soft and touchy when hes needy, he just wants to have his hands all over you and press soft kisses along your nape while murmuring “i love you” over and over

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Warning: Contains NSFW! Established relationships! P in V!

Synopsis: After your day out with your friends you come home to a very clingy, cute and needy boyfriend!

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5:58pm

I smiled and said the last goodbyes to my friend for the day. Waving at them as I walked away. Today was really fun! I hanged out with my friends all day. But I wonder what hyunjin must be doing. Even though it was a fun day I just couldn't stop worrying about him...

I stopped on my way home infront of hyunjin's favourite restaurant. I walked into the restaurant and ordered some kimchi and jjajangmyeon. Hyunjin's favourite. He must be hungry. I sat down for a while. Waiting for the order. I looked around the restaurant remembering the memories we had in this restaurant.

I looked at the seat near the corner. Ah i remember. The first time he and I came to this restaurant. He told me how he loved here's food. How it was similar to what his mother Cooked but obviously it couldn't match the taste of his mother's cooking. I looked out the window remembering how we always held hands walking on the footpath together laughing.

As I was thinking they called out for my order. I paid them and thanked them. I walked out of the restaurant. Walking and walking till I finally made it home. I unlock the door and enter the house calling out hyunjin.

"hyunie I'm home!"

When I don't hear a reponce I become a little confused but I shrug it off and walk to the kitchen. Placing the food on the counter. I jump as I felt a strong pair of arms slowly crawling on my waist. I relax when he leans a little on me placing his head on my shoulder.

"it's just me baby"

"oh hyunie you scared me!"

I gently lean into his touch. Oh i for sure did miss him... The warmth of his body brought my cold body comfort. I closed my eyes and leaned in his touch. I was tired but more than that I was starved for his touch. All I wanted was to cuddle up with him. But he seemed to have other plans.

"how was your day love?"

"mm, I was fun. We enjoyed alot. But right now I'm very tired. and ah! I brought you kimchi and jjajangmyeon from your favourite restaurant I was worried that you might be hungry!.."

His hands started to slowly move up and down.

"thank you baby"

He said while leaving a wet kiss on the side of my neck. Slowly enough his hands started to creep under my shirt on my skin. Moving up and down sending shivers up my spine.

"I missed you so much y/n"

"I missed you to hyun"

Just after that he turned me around making me face him. Soon enough his hands traveled to my back, pushing me closer to him as he kissed me passionately. His hands slowly traveling up and up.

"you have no idea how I need you"

He said against my lips and then kissing me again his hands never stoping. He then picked me up. His lips not leaving mine walking slowly towards our bedroom.

"hyun-"

"yes princess"

Fuck that pet name it always did something to me... We entered the bedroom. He gently placed me on the bed. Our eyes never leaving. It was clear he was needy. By his touch by his words by his eyes everything clearly screamed that he is needy. Or i just know him too well.

He slowly crawls to me. His hands travel to the hem of my shirt. He pulled the shirt up and threw it somewhere in the room... He caressed my face with one hand and the other traveled up my skirt. Connecting out mouths again. His hands creep near my inner thighs. The shivers on my skin visible.

"I've been thinking about you all day princess"

I let out a small whimper against the kiss feeling his slightly rubbing my clothes clit. I felt him tugging at my skirt signaling me to remove it as I do what he says. Never separating our lips he soon unhooks my bra and removes it. Leaving me only in my panties.

"gosh Baby I just can't get enough of you",

His hands slowly starts to rub my clothes clit creating some friction. I bite my lip trying to hold in my soft whimpers to escape from my lips. I feel hyunjin's eyes on my face. His free hand travels up to my lip as he pulls my bottom lip.

"no don't hold in your pretty noises princess"

I finally let the soft whimpers escape my lip. He leans forward placing a hand on the back of my head. I softly fall on the bed laying down. Hyunjin slides down my panties and starts to undress him self.

He slowly climbes on top of me. As I feel his fingers tease my clit. I hold his shoulders and whimper.

"hyune please..."

He didn't even wait for me to complete my sentence. He entered his dick as he thrusted into me slowly. Leaving sloppy kisses on my neck.

His pace of kissing became slower. With each kiss he breathed out a audible I love you. It gave me butterflies jn my stomach. Oh he was so adorable.

"I love you too hyun"

My hands slowly travel up to his hair. I softly gripped his hair. Moaning out his name. As I felt my orgasm hitting. my moans became louder. closing my eyes I tugged at his hair trying to find words to tell him that I was close. but it was just too pleasurable.

"Hyun I'm gonna"

"yes I know princess"

I told him. My breath got heavy. His thrusts becoming faster as he started to chase his own orgasm. i felt a wave of pleasure over me and I shut my eyes tightly, my hands sowly left his hair traveling next to my face. I felt him leaning on top of me as he cummed.

he laid down to my side. pulling me on him by my side. I lay my head on his chest. his hand travdlled up and down my arm as he softly hugged me

"I love you so much princess"

"I love you too hyunie"

I said melting in his embrace. slowly slipping in sleep with his warm presence feeling comfortable. he felt like home. and home is everything.

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i want to destroy the god king and begin an anarchist uprising. culminating in participating in the aftermath building a new world

You and me both buddy. Let’s get started.

THEME: Destroy God

Dethrone Skeleton God, by emmy verse.

DETHRONE SKELETON GOD. THAT IS ALL YOU HAVE TO DO.

In this gmless role playing game you will set out on a journey to find and dethrone the aforementioned god. You will need some d6s, a d12, and some writing materials.

This game pulls a lot of inspiration from some pretty stellar games, including No Stone Unturned, EXTRACAUSAL, Trophy, and Blades in the Dark. You will play racing against three Fallout Tracks, which track the collapse of the material world, the immaterial world, and the Skeleton God’s Power. When all tracks are full, the game is over, and you narrate how the world ends.

If nobody in your group wants the burden/responsibility of running a game, this game is an excellent option as it is both GM-less and lightweight. It’s only 16 pages long and covers creating location elements and exploring them as a group. Everything is collaborative, so if you’re interested in games that let you come up with a story together as you go, you might want to check out this game.

Dead Gods, by Trollish Delver Games.

After the Cataclysm of Heaven it all changed. Murdered gods fell from the sky, sundering the land and casting their sacred relics about the world. From the woodwork crawl Warcults, scavengers of god-relics to further their own twisted gains. The Eternal seek power over death itself. The Order of the Stars seek relics to unlock god-like omniscience. The Pale Druids imbibe relics to acquire power over nature itself. The Black Maw will create a new, hungrier god under their control.

Pick up a lovingly-designed weird cult and pit them against your friend in a desperate effort to grab a sacred god-relic in this miniatures skirmish game. Each player will control a number of different kinds of war cult members, and there are 4 war cults to embody in the upcoming skirmish. Great for PvP and lovers of combat, but if you want narrative you’ll want to pick up something else or mostly RP it out. You can also check out Unholy Scavengers, for more relics, more scenarios, more models - more more more!

Karanduun - Make God Bleed, by makapatag.(@makapatag)

Karanduun is a modern Filipino Epic RPG about worthless heroes dismantling God, whatever cycle of oppression that must be. Inspired by modern Filipino folklore and culture. You play as young heroes who must make their legend known and become a legendary Karanduun by making God (whichever oppressive system and tyrant that is) bleed.

Lovers of Kill Six Billion Demons will probably get a big kick out of this game. The god Batala is already dead, but that doesn’t mean there isn’t room for some rebellion of your own. There are demons, corrupt angels, and other Kings of the Earth to defeat, in a post-American world inspired by the Philippines. If you’re looking for some narrative play, this game has got you covered, with rules inspired by Exalted 1e and PbtA. You can check out the physical version of this game on SoulMuppet’s website!

Skorne, by Dreaming Dragonslayer.

You are renegades, part of mankind’s insurrection against SKORNE who is devil prince, commander of demon rulers and their armies, and the darkness that reigns. Overthrow the evil Tyrants. Free chained captives. Fight to the last man.

Part of the NSR movement, Skorne is inspired by media such as Berserk, MORK BORG, and games like Dark Souls and Elden Ring. The game itself is only 4 pages long, with a really interesting system for character creation. You roll for your abilities and then use their values to determine your starting kit. The language in the game is also great for putting you into the fiction, such as the instructions found for character name choice:

“In the beginning, give thy renegade a name, though it will not save them.”

You want gritty and dire circumstances? You want to kill demon princes? You wanna play a game with random tyrant generation? This is for you.

Extreme Meatpunks Forever, by Sinister Beard Games.

"In the beginning, there was meat. A decaying chunk of flesh from a dying god, hurtling through the void of space, thousands of miles wide. A million eyes, a billion hands grasping for purchase against nothingness itself. This is where we live.”

EXTREME MEATPUNKS FOREVER is a tabletop roleplaying game where you’ll play as a gang of queer antifascists in a strange place called Meatworld. Spinning through space on the screaming corpse of a dead god under the glow of an absent sun, the people of Meatworld harvest its flesh to make their technology.

Embody your queer rage and kill fascists in meat-mechs in Extreme Meatpunks Forever. A PbtA game, this option is narrative-heavy and allows you to pick from some pretty metal weapons, including (but not limited to) Excellent Seasoning, A Bit Stick What Has Shrapnel In It, and Deathfucker Cannon. In your downtime, you can kiss your friends and work to heal and deal with your trauma. If you want a game that feels metal and also presents you with extremely punchable enemies, this is your game!

Other Recommendations

If you want some more recommendations you can also check out the Attack and Dethrone God Jam on itch.io, or my Revolution recommendation post.

If you’re interested in what happens after you end the world, then I recommend my Post-Apocalyptic Community Building recommendations!

#tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #dnd #game recommendations #asks #revolution #rebellion #kill six billion demons

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dragons-bones · 11 days

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FFXIV Write Entry #15: Lux Solaris

Prompt: deodate (free write) || Master Post || On AO3 (coming in October)

A/N: Spoilers for Dawntrail.

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It was in the heart of the Meso Terminal, before the throne of the Queen Eternal, that Synnove discovered just what the fuck had been going on with her Dreadwyrm Protocol.

The Protocol was the most strictly-maintained of all her spells, the one most rigidly bound off from every array in her grimoire with pages of page-blocks to ensure its core programming didn’t leak into any of the carbuncles. It was also the spell that had seen the fewest modifications—in fact, beyond locking out Galette and then ensuring the smooth linking between it and her Phoenix Protocol, it was otherwise unaltered from what Prin had given her years ago. It was a perfectly functional spell, did exactly what it needed to rain down untold destruction, and if Synnove never had to manipulate the Dreadwyrm’s aether again in her life, it would be too soon.

(Too, there was the fact Synnove was still mad as hell that Prin hadn’t exactly divulged just what the spell it had gifted her had been. The coding had been so alien to her eyes that she hadn’t recognized it not being a mere variation on Allagan egis, and, well, she always did her initial testing with Galette—

IDENTIFY THE ENEMY YOU WISH TO ANNIHILATE.

—suffice to say it was a good thing she’d gone out to test the damned thing on Seal Rock when the island wasn’t being used for wargames. Bad enough both she and Galette had spent the next sennight coming down from the resulting panic attack.)

But that meant she was keenly aware of when the Protocol began to behave oddly. It was how she had first noticed Phoenix’s aether beginning to strengthen, back on the First, which in turn had led to her and Urianger and Alphinaud and Alisaie losing their collective minds as they build out a demi-primal array from scratch.

The past few moons hadn’t seen quite as a drastic change in the Protocol as had been on the First. No, it had been far more subtle; strange bits of…not stagnation, but frequent shifts toward umbral polarity, even a faint hint of Light at some points. Less rage had filtered through the Protocol, that millennia of hatred barely tempered by its filtering through a mere demi-primal that always accompanied an activation of the Dreadwyrm Protocol, instead more of a cool, calculating regard.

And now, here in this space made of levin and electrope, Synnove had activated the Protocol, and what had answered was not the lesser form of the Dreadwyrm.

This demi-primal was white as Light, and its draconic shape was more closely aligned with what a son of the First Brood would have looked like, and not the warped abomination he become under Ascian influence. Its head lacked eyes, however, and strange crenellations crested its head and neck. A crown of Light wheeled above that crest, and its wings—

—its wings were gods-be-damned fucking SWORDS.

It was only a heartbeat between the activation of the Protocol and Ivar becoming the control core of the demi-primal. Synnove could feel her youngest son’s bafflement in the back of her mind, and knowing he was all right was about the only way she didn’t panic in the middle of a battle.

And then, in a cool, crisp voice, echoing with multiple tones through her mind like clarion bells:

LIGHTWYRM SUBROUTINE NOW ONLINE. SUMMONER PRIME LOCATED. DESIGNATION: SYNNOVE GREYWOLFE. REFULGENT LUX GRANTED TO SUMMONER PRIME. SUNFLARE GRANTED TO SUMMONER PRIME.

“What,” Synnove said intelligently, “the fuck.”

The demi-primal stretched its right wing, and one the Queen Eternal’s attendant drones slammed into and broke into pieces. Synnove, jolted back to awareness, dodged through the chaos to return to the safety of Heron’s back and rejoin the battle properly.

“Synnove, what the fuck?!” Rere somehow made the question a part of the ballad she was weaving to bolster their attacks.

“I don’t know!”

ANNHILATION TARGET DETECTED. QUERY: SUMMONER PRIME, DOES THIS UNIT HAVE PERMISSION TO ENGAGE?

“Yes,” Synnove said, already casting a Ruin III spell. “With extreme prejudice!”

The strange not-quite-a-dragon seemed to regard the Queen Eternal. And then it opened its mouth, and R O A R E D.

PROTOCOL: EXODUS ACTIVATED.

Light filled the Interphos, the same brilliant radiance that had answered Hydaelyn’s call during Her test, deep in the aetherial sea. And then it exploded, and the Queen Eternal howled her rage.

“SYNNOVE WHAT THE FUCK.”

“I DON’T KNOW!”

“So, I think I know what the fuck.”

Nearly a moon after successfully saving the world—again—the mages of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn (sans Urianger, who was still off somewhere with Thancred, and he was going to be outraged he’d missed this) clustered around the table in one of the conference rooms of the Baldesion Annex. Synnove sat cross-legged on the table itself, fist propping up her cheek, Galette around her neck, and Ipomoea primly loafed in her lap. The Highlander knew she looked as she always did after a research binge: hair a disaster, clothes wrinkled from being slept in, circles beneath her eyes.

The only thing missing was chalk dust, and that was only because she’d been up to her eyeballs in unspooled carbuncles for the past damned moon.

Krile reached forward and tapped at an Allagan projection device built into the table. It lit up immediately, copies of a subset of arcanima array now floating in the air for easy view.

“Let the record show we’ve got a segment of the Dreadwyrm Protocol on display,” Synnove said tonelessly.

G’raha, acting as the meeting scribe, chuckled quietly, but did as requested.

“This bit is the manifestation coding, it’s basically the mathematical image of the Dreadwyrm that the Allagans put together. What’s on display now is what Prin gave me. And this—”

Ipomoea blinked her eyes with an audible shuttering sound. The array changed.

“—is what it looks like as the Lightwyrm Protocol.”

“Well, that’s a significant change,” Alphinaud said slowly, his eyes wide. “I can see the similarities that we can assume are for ‘dragon,’ but what commands for unaspected aether are now for Light.”

“I want the bits that make the sword wings,” Alisaie said. “That is inspired work.”

Alphinaud barely restrained a sigh, glancing heavenward instead for strength as everyone else chuckled.

“I can see where the commands are branching off to affect spells like Astral Flow,” Y’shtola murmured thoughtfully. “Still following the framework you created for demi-primals. But you can still access the Dreadwyrm Protocol?”

“Mmm,” Synnove said. “But have to do this one first. Then in sequence, it’s Dreadwyrm, back to Lightwyrm, then Phoenix, then the cycle repeats. I can’t say I’m not too mad about that, s’nice not to have my trauma shoved in my face whenever we need some extra firepower.”

“Probably has to do with balancing the Light aether, though I can’t figure out how just yet,” Krile said.

Synnove inclined her head. “That’s my theory at the moment, but I’ll need to do more testing. Regardless, that brings me to this.”

Ipomoea blinked again. A different array now floated above the table, causing everyone to frown.

“Is that a message array?” Alisaie said. “Like the Arcanists’ Guild uses for courier work on their carbuncles.”

“It is very similar,” Synnove said, and gently tapped Ipomoea’s head. The sapphire carbuncle twitched her left ear a perfect fifteen degrees, and the array display zoomed in. “You all see this bit of sigilwork and equation here?”

Murmurs of ascent.

“The one time I saw this,” Synnove said, enunciating clearly, “was in Elpis. When Venat sat down with me and the girls, and showed us the full spell frame for her traveler’s ward.”

Five pairs of eyes just stared at her. Synnove raised her eyebrows, waiting. She’d had her moment of garbled cursing three days ago when she’d found that damn signature.

“Are you telling us,” Y’shtola said slowly, “that this new Protocol was made by Hydaelyn Herself?”

“My dearest, darling friend and partner in magical crime,” Synnove drawled, “that is exactly what I’m telling you.”

Krile was covering her face with her hands. “Oh, great good gods, we’re going need to put this under the strictest lock they have in Noumenon,” she groaned.

G’raha was still frantically writing. “I’m not wholly sure I’d trust it to stay safe even there,” he said. “My vote would be to store it up at Bestway Burrows, or perhaps with the Watcher.” He glanced up at Synnove. “This is more for my own amusement than any record keeping, but what did Rereha say about this particular revelation?”

“She said, quote: ‘Oh, cool, Mom decided as a last hurrah that she could get in a last round of one upmanship on the Ascians and design a better dragon.’”

Alisaie and Krile were both giggling before Synnove had even finished talking. Alphinaud didn’t try to stifle his sight this time, while Y’shtola and G’raha exchanged rueful looks.

Synnove merely shrugged, ignoring Galette’s resulting grumble. “She’s probably not wrong.”

“Oh, the loporrits are going to adore that,” Krile said around her giggles. ��Sword wings.”

“Sword wings,” Synnove said. And grinned.

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