#we haven’t even seen dragon fight at all

[no1deahow]

Just getting an idea out

[aemondapologistfrfr]

Silk Ribbons

maegor x niece!reader

Summary: Maegor crashes Aenys name day tournament which turns into more blood. He shows up unannounced to the feast where he gives all of his attention to Y/n before taking her back to Dragonstone.

Warnings: 18+ death, blood, blades, swearing, wine, bondage, oral (f receiving), p in v, it’s a maegor the cruel fic like wtf else can i say

Authors Note: this was a request from my bestie 🫣😮‍💨, pls i’ve never really read maegor ff so i hope i did him justice

Word Count: 4.2k

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Servants rush around the Red Keep trying to get everything in order for the feast being held later this evening in celebration of my father’s name day. I’m whisked out of the castle followed by guards who escort me to my carriage. There’s three raps on the wood before we jolt forward venturing into the city.

My father insisted I come to the tourney even though I personally have no taste for it. Instead, I would have been content to host a great ball that lasted days. I sigh and look out the window watching the common folk slowly make their way to the tourney grounds. I don’t think I’ll ever understand what all these people see in such brazen acts of violence, and in the name of my father of all people.

The carriage slows as we push through the tourney grounds opening gates. We come to a stop near the entrance and my door opens. My guard escorts me through the doors and up the stairs to find my seat.

“Come, you’ll sit in front of me and your father.” my mother waves her hand to me.

I sigh as I make my way to the front row of chairs. I know these are the best seats but I have no idea why my parents would think I would want them. I look across the arena and see the seats quickly filling up. My father pats my shoulder on his arrival as he places his hands on the rails to begin making the opening announcement.

“Welcome and thank you all for joining the celebrations for my name day. Good luck to the brave knights, may you fight and win with honor!” my fathers raises his hands and the crowd begins to erupt.

As my father makes his way back to my mother the first two knights are called to the sands. After I hear him sigh and take his seat I allow myself to look off into the clouds and daydream. I lean back in my chair and to anyone else I look as if I’m enjoying the fight but instead I’m dreaming of flying through the clouds on dragonback.

The duels continue as I let my mind drift away. The clashes of swords are turned into dragon songs and the shouts form commands. The announcer calls two new knights to the sands and the crowd goes hushed as a third knight enters the sands.

“Is he mad for coming here?” my fathers voice breaks through as he speaks to his guard.

I shake my head and scan the sands in front of me. The only thing that seems to be happening is the announcer speaking to the third knight. I tilt my head studying them as my father hushes his quick words to the guard. I gasp and grab my chest as the knight strikes the announcer in the face, who falls to the sand not getting up. Guards rush to the announcer as the knight stalks over to us.

“Brother,” the knights deep voice carries up to us. “I will have a place at this tournament.” he points his sword up to the box.

“Go back to Dragonstone, Maegor.” my father calls down to him.

I scoot up to the edge of my seat to try and look upon my uncle. I haven’t seen him in ages but it seems if his temperament hasn’t changed. I lean forward and peek over the rails at him as he rips his helmet off and throws it up at my father. My father ducks barely escaping the flying metal but trips over me in the process.

“Guards, get Y/n out of here.” my father fumes as he rises once more.

I’m pulled up by my arms and I quickly turn to look down at Maegor before they hide me away. Our eyes lock on one another quickly before the guard harshly pulls my arm, jerking my body. Maegors eyes narrow on the guard who’s currently tugging me away from him.

“You let that man handle her like that?” Maegors voice rumbles against the walls.

The guard pulls me down the stairs and we hear continued shouts coming from the hall. Loud footsteps stomp down the stairs and the guard begins to pull me away even faster. I sigh in relief as my carriage makes its way into my sight and I practically sprint to it. The guards hand loosens as hear a slash of metal through bone.

For a moment my breathing stops as I think I’ve been struck as I felt the shutter of the blade. My eyes widen as I turn and take in the scene. Maegor is standing there holding Blackfyre with the guards blood dripping off of it. I look down to my arm as the guards dismembered arm falls to the ground. My eyes then travel to the guard who is on the ground in a state of panic and shock before he goes completely still.

“He should not have touched you like that.” Maegor sheaths his sword, looking to the body at his feet with disgust.

“Uncle,” my voice trembles as steps over the guard and comes to tower over me.

“You’ve become so beautiful, Y/n.” he brings fingers to ghost over my cheek.

My breathing intensifies at his gentle touch after he showed such violence. My eyes dart to the body behind him and he grabs my chin and forces me to look to him. His smile borderline predatory as he begins to lean down. My eyes go wide the closer his mouth comes to mine until he turns his head quickly to whisper something into my ear.

“Maegor you bull, what have you done?” my fathers voice booms behind us as he looks in horror at the guard.

“Did you not see the way your own guard was pulling her. She’ll have bruises come morning. Is this how a Princess should be treated?” he turns to my father tilting his head.

“Please do not use my daughter as an excuse for your wanton brutality.” my father storms over to him.

“Aenys, you don’t want this fight.” Maegors hands go to my father’s shoulders.

I don’t know what leads me to do it, but I place my hand on Maegors arm. He turns and looks down to me curiously as he allows me to remove his hands from my father. I turn to my father who looks from where my hand is placed on Maegor to me.

“Daughter, step away from him.” my father warns.

My hand slips from his armor as I slowly step back to my carriage. Maegor watches every step I take as my father watches him. I slip into the carriage and shut the doors behind me. I sigh out in relief and slide down into my pillowed seats.

The carriage begins to move and I look out my window to see Maegor watching as I’m pulled back through the city. I begin to fan myself off hoping the adrenaline will start to wash away. I find myself blushing at his words of calling me beautiful even though I shouldn’t. I’ve always secretly wished he would see me in that light instead of a child. His temper terrifies me, but Gods he is so handsome.

Once we make it through the gates of the Red Keep I’m escorted directly to my chambers. I huff claiming a chair not wanting to be sequestered here all day. After an hour I pick up a book to hopefully lose myself to another world until the feast begins.

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“Princess,” my mother’s soft voice lulls me out of my nap.

“No, did I miss the feast?” I quickly rise from the chair in a panic.

“I’ve come to check on you and to see if you still wanted to attend after today’s events.” she grabs my hand to rub soothing circles on it.

“Of course I want to go to the feast. They have been making my gown for almost a full moon.” I whine.

“I figured as much.” she chuckles as she goes to the doors to allow my handmaidens flood in.

I’m quickly stripped of my dress and lead over to the bath. Lavish oils and soaps are brought out and I hum in relaxation as I’m pampered to. My hair begins to be brushed and secured out of my face by a pale pink ribbon. I rise out of the tub when the water turns tepid and begin to dry off. I’m offered a new slip that seems to be made of the same silk as my ribbon.

I gasp as my gown is brought in for me to finally look upon. The gown is white but with all of the beading it looks as if it’s the soft pink of a morning sunrise. It fits closer to my body than I had originally thought but when looking in the mirror I admire it even more. The beads fade into crystals that flow up the neckline. They offer me a close fitting crystal necklace that brings out the rest of the details in the gown. After they place my earrings I’m guided out of my chambers and down to the dining hall.

“You look absolutely lovely.” my mother smiles as I join her on the dias.

“They outdid themselves with this gown.” I look down to admire it.

I take a sip of wine and take in the life and merriment around me. I look down to my father who seems happy enough but I can still see the lingering frustration. Servants come out and fill our plates once everyone has found their seats. The doors to the hall groan open and my father’s face turns red as Maegor saunters in.

“May I sit next to you, Y/n.” Maegor licks his lips looking down at me.

I nod my head as he pulls the chair out loudly next to me. Servants rush to fill his cup with wine as he continues to look at me. I feel my cheeks heat and I quickly turn back to my plate. I can feel my father’s eyes on me but I don’t have the courage to look anywhere besides my plate.

“You look ravishing in this dress.” Maegor purrs lowly.

“Thank you,” I murmur willing my cheeks not to tint as I take a sip of wine.

“Will you let me take it off of you later?” I cough at his low his words.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” my fathers voice laced with worry at my sudden coughing fit.

“Yes,” I nod clearing my throat attempted to offer him a smile.

My father huffs as we return to our meal. It seems as if the whole hall is blind to the tension radiating from our table. Laughter and toasts are shouted across the hall and all I can think of is Maegor who has slowly been inching his chair closer to mine. I try to ignore his closeness until his thigh is pressed against mine.

“Is there something you needed?” I turn and blink up at him.

“You,” his voice low as he looks down at me with dark eyes.

“Maegor-“

“Come, let’s dance.” he rises above me and offers me his hand and I can see my father turn to us with a scrunched brow.

I place my hand in his palm as his fingers engulf mine. He pulls me down to dance as a new song begins. He pulls me flush against his body and I squeak in surprise. His hand continues to hold mine while his other goes firmly to my lower back. My hand rises to his chest as I look up to him.

He holds me possessively as he stares down any man who looks too closely. My eyes land on my father who is currently seething next to my mother who looks worried. I squirm in Maegors arms as his fingers trail up my spine and bury themselves into my hair. He tilts my head so I’m looking up at him as a smirk spreads across his face.

“You’re going to ruin my hair.” I whine breathlessly.

“Apologies,” he chuckles as his hand slides down to rest on my neck.

We continue to sway to the music and I allow my hand to travel across the expanse of muscle that is his chest. I can feel the dips and definitions through his doublet and can’t begin to imagine what they look like in all their glory. I feel his laugh rumble in his chest before I hear it. I tilt my head as I look up to him.

“Do you enjoy my muscles?” he smiles down at me.

“You’re just so strong.” I whisper as I squeeze his bicep allowing my hands to travel the muscle hidden beneath his sleeves shamelessly.

I gasp as he lifts me into the air as my hands wrap around his neck. He begins to walk towards the main doors while I look over his shoulder and see my father shoot to his feet. He looks to us in confusion and doubt until he sees our path is to exit. He shouts to the guards but it’s too late. I can’t help the excitement and adrenaline that flows through me.

He gets us out of the Keep through a back way I’ve never seen or heard of. Before I know it he’s pulling us on a horse and racing us to the outskirts of the city. I feel the low grumbling of the ground before my feet even touch it as Maegor lifts me back to the ground. My breath escapes me as I behold Balerion.

“Maegor,” I look to him with wide eyes.

“You’ll always be safe when you’re with me.” his words are soft as he begins ushering me over to the rope to climb his massive dragon.

He climbs directly behind of me which offers me some semblance of comfort. As I reach the saddle my head spins as I look down. Maegor settles behind me and quickly grabs the reins. Balerion rises to his full height as I tremble in his arms. He begins to break into a run as we start to take flight.

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We are soon circling Dragonstone as Balerion lets out a fearsome growl. As he descends on the rocky shore some of them begin shaking in his presence. Once we settle I soon realize he wasn’t just shaking the ground, he was waking Vhagar. Gods these dragons make the Red Keep look like a cottage.

Once we make it to the sands he grabs my hand and we begin our walk into the castle. As we make it to the main doors I begin to make out the image of Visenya. She smiles to me but glares to Maegor.

“What have you done, you fool?” she looks to him.

“Found a bride. You told me I should marry and secure my line.” he shrugs as I gape at him.

“It seems as if this is the first time your bride is hearing of this.” he replies curtly.

“Well I planned to woo her with my tongue for a couple of hours before I asked.” his words cause a blush to creep up my neck.

“Must you be so foul?” Visenya scoffs at him. “What is your plan for when Aenys comes to get her?” he raises her eyebrows.

“He’d be a fool to face me. We will be wed on the morrow. He can’t take my wife away from me.” he pulls me closer to his side.

My head is spinning with this discussion. I feel as if I don’t have a say in the matter but I’m not upset at the outcome. I worry for what my father and mother will think but they’ve been asking me to marry for years. I shake my head trying to bring myself back to the present as Maegor begins pulling me into the castle.

He rushes us up the stairs and seals us behind a set of double doors. He turns and stalks over to me grabbing at my waist and pulling me to him. He looks down to me as his hands move to the back of my gown.

“Do not rip this gown Maegor. It took almost a moon to make.” I try to make my voice sound firm.

“Mm,” his fingers begin to slowly unlace the back of my gown.

His fingers ghost along my back as he loosens the gown. He steps back and pushes the gown down my shoulders causing it to pool around my feet. I’m left in my silk slip and I begin to feel as if I’m left in nothing by the way he’s looking at me. One of his hands goes to my hair and pulls the ribbon out causing my hair to cascade down my back.

“Do you always match your hair piece with your slip?” he asks lowly as he trails the ribbon along my arm.

I shake my head not trusting my words as I shiver under his touch. His hand travels back down to my waist and splays across my bare thigh. I look up to him with low lids as his hand begins to move to my inner thighs. I grab on tightly to his arm as he trails a finger along my slit. My breaths come out in pants as he continues his journey through my wetness.

“On the bed.” he looks down to me as he removes his hands.

I compose myself enough to turn and walk to the bed. I crawl to the middle of the bed and lay on my back as he begins to crawl over me. His hand trails up my body with my ribbon following. He dips down and when I think he’s finally about to kiss me he whispers into my ear.

“Hands above your head.” I whimper at his words and do as I’m told.

He brings my ribbon up to my wrists and secures them to the headboard before he rises above me. He looks at me with a sinister smirk and I clench my thighs in anticipation. He hums as he looks at me completely at his will. He stalks around the bed looking at me before he settles next to me.

His hands trail up my bare leg as he lifts my slip with his hands and bunches it up above my breasts. He groans as he takes in my body and his hands begin to travel over every inch of skin. My eyes shut as his hands continue to snake around my body pulling soft whines from me.

“Maegor,” his name falls from my mouth as he pinches one of my nipples between his rough fingers.

“Mm, you like a little pain?” he coos as his other hand cups my other breast roughly.

A moan tears through me as I squeeze my legs shut. He chuckles lowly as I begin to feel his beard across my chest as he sucks one of my nipples into his mouth. My chest arches up into his mouth as his teeth tease my sensitive bud.

“We’re going to have a lot of fun.” he says arrogantly as he blows on my nipple.

He trails sloppy kisses down my torso and begins to pepper kisses along my hips. My hips jerk up as his tongue begins to dance on my hot skin. He spreads my thighs and groans as he’s greeted by my wet core. He dives down and his tongue begins to lap at my clit. My hands tug at the headboard causing it to groan as he chuckles into me.

My hips grind against his face seeking more pleasure until his hands land on my hips stilling me. He attacks my clit with his tongue as a moan tears through me as pleasure bursts through my body. He looks up to me from between my thighs licking his lips.

My chest is rapidly rising and falling between us and he dips back down to my sensitive core. He offers soft licks at my clit sending jolts through my body as he teases a finger at my entrance. He slowly pushes a thick finger into me ripping a moan from my lips.

“Maegor, please,” I whine as he slowly starts to pump his finger slowly.

His tongue swirls against my clit as his finger starts a fast rhythm. My thighs try to close around his head again but this time he ignores it as he focuses on my pleasure. As my whimpers fall faster he slowly starts to add a second finger. I cry out as I clench around his fingers and allow him to pull pleasure from my body.

His name is the only word that falls from my lips as I come undone around his fingers. He continues pumping into me as my legs quake around him. He pulls back and hoovers above me with a wet beard. My legs shut once he rises off the bed and I look to him with low lids.

“You will be my wife.” It is a statement as he pulls off his shirt.

“Yes,” I nod still trying to catch my breath as I drink in his bare chest and the muscles that he’s showing off.

“Say it.” he says lowly as he begins to unlace his trousers.

“I will be your wife.” my voice unwavering.

He pushes his trousers the rest of the way down and crawls above me on the bed. His hands spread open my thighs once more as he settles between them. I gasp as I feel him glide through my wetness. He dips down and I crane my neck hoping to finally kiss him. He smiles and pulls back much to my frustration.

“Maegor,” I whine.

“Yes?” he chuckles as he kisses across my chest and makes his way to my neck.

“Untie me, please, I want to touch you.” my voice needy as I arch my body into his.

“Since you asked so nicely.” he sucks on my neck as he slowly unties my wrists.

My hands fly to his bare skin caressing and feeling every muscle I can reach. His hips slowly rock into mine causing him to slide against my clit. My nails dig into his shoulder as he bites down onto my neck. He raises his head above mine and I move my hands to his neck to hopefully pull him down into a kiss.

The second his lips touch mine I melt into him completely. My fingers travel to his short locks as I pull him closer to me. Maegor groans as he slowly begins to push into me as a sigh falls from my lips. I’ve never felt this full before. He looks down at me with a furrowed brow and I can tell he’s holding back until I can fully adjust. Once it becomes tolerable I move my hips and he snaps his back into mine.

His pace is brutal that has my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Moans and whimpers fall from my lips as he pounds into me seeking pleasure. His lips find mine again and his tongue begins to lash against mine. He pulls back and looks at my face as his fingers begin to circle my clit.

“Maegor, Maegor please,” I sob as I come around him while he continues to push into me.

His lips crash to mine roughly as his hips repeatedly snap into mine. His teeth catch my bottom lip as I cry out. My fingers claw at his arms for support as he continues to pull pleasure from me. His trusts become sloppy as his fingers make their way back to my clit again. My vision blurs as I explode around him once more. He settles deep in me as I feel him begin to fill me.

“So fucking good for me. My perfect Princess.” he grunts as he continues to grind his hips into mine.

“My husband,” my words barely audible as I continue to cling to him.

He flips us over remaining in me saying he wants to be as close as possible. My body and mind too tired, I simply let my eyes flutter shut as I drift off to sleep.

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[itsabouttimex2]

May I ask

Which characters will include in the primal moon scenario ?

Essentially, whichever characters I can think of scenarios for- writing Monkiefam was pretty easy, because monkeys have complex hierarchies to draw from. I spent a while observing different species at a local zoo (they’re mean. God, they’re so mean.) and decided to write a fic based on the behaviors I saw. (I’ll post that video at the bottom!)

Despite their status as the lowest ranked member of the ‘troop’, Wukong sees Y/N as his biological child. He won’t listen to any arguments about the difference in age or species, no matter what evidence is presented to refute him. Macaque is seen as his ‘little brother’, their rivalry temporarily forgotten. (Though only on Wukong’s end.)

The Great Sage is just lucid enough to recognize MK as his cherished student, and tries to give him advice… but his mind is a little too muddled by viridescence to offer anything sound. He also accidentally enables the worst of Primal!MK’s traits by complimenting and comforting him whenever things go wrong.

He’s thankfully rather laidback about the whole thing, only getting violent when he feels that his ‘family’ or status are threatened.

Macaque returns to his long-forgotten docile demeanor, a remnant of his days as a member of the Sworn Brotherhood- though he tries to fight the shift. It butchers the simian’s pride to resume a position of submissiveness, especially now that it’s to two people- one of whom may well be a teenager. Also, he’s sincerely desperate for comfort and companionship, so he spends most of the week fighting himself to not participate in any bonding activities.

He’ll make a ‘rank-scaling’ attempt or two, only to get beaten down and potentially pushed behind even Y/N in terms of status if he does it enough.

Sun Wukong->MK->Macaque->Y/N is the troop ranking, and it’s pretty rigid.

MK is, uh… in a pretty rough state. He’s never had any preparation for the Primal Moon, thinking himself a regular human for almost the entire time that he’s been alive.

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Honestly, it’s Tang that gives me the hardest time! assuming we can call upon his cicada ancestry, he’s- got absolutely nothing. Female cicadas use their ovipositors to slice into thin branches many times, leaving clutches of eggs as they go- that’s about as far as parental instincts go for them, given that they and the males die soon after breeding. (The males, in fact, die pretty much directly after.) I guess I’d place him with Princess Iron Fan and Ne Zha as the ‘normal’ guys.

Pigsy is, as you know- a male pig. Who are notorious piglet-killers. Eating piglets, stepping on piglets, rolling over and crushing piglets- intentionally killing entire piglet litters to force females back into estrus- it gets pretty brutal. So I still haven’t figured out what I want to do with him for this story- though I imagine he’ll be aggressive/hair-trigger, with Tang being the one thing that holds him back.

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Mei was pretty easy to write, but I did a lot of research on Chinese dragons in order to keep my representation of her respectful. Dragons in the west are usually reduced to bloodthirsty beasts of pride and rage- creatures to be slain and overcome as monstrous final obstacles. This portrayal even dates back to Beowulf, with the dragon portrayed then going on to characterize many dragons that came after it. (For example, Smaug was based partly on Beowulf’s dragon, and partly on Fafnir- so if any others dragons are based on Smaug, then they too call back upon the original.

In Chinese culture, dragons are considered wise and powerful beings. They’re worshipped as symbols of prosperity and good luck, and considered very auspicious beings.

So, Mei seems more composed in this AU- but it’s all an act. Given the stigma that non-humans have on account of the Primal Moon, she spends a lot of time pretending to be something that she’s not so that no one ends up being afraid. Mei’s obsession with with Y/N primarily stems from their complete acceptance of who she is, inside and out. Instead of having to pretend to be dignified and wise and rational, she gets to be the real Mei. She can goofy and energetic with you, not afraid to roughhouse or throw hands.

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For Bullfam, I think Princess Iron Fan very much would be the ‘only sane man’- if two things weren’t occurring:

1. Her husband wasn’t trying to talk her into having a second child and worshipping her every step, his tongue spinning crude admirations of her beauty and battle prowess.

2. Her son wasn’t clinging to her waist and arms, begging for validation and attention, futilely trying to drag her into his workshop to compliment his blueprints and machines.

So she has her boy (after some headpats and a little bit of buttering up) run off to the surface and snatch a suitably young human who’s been left unattended, imposing them as a temporary ‘second child’ and ‘younger sibling’… before getting attached. Even though they were supposed to be disposable, she works them into a more permanent fixture of her family.

Given that Red Son is the one who picks you out, he feels a special bond with you. Instead of being more aggressive or even prouder- Red gets clingy. His desire for love and respect comes to the forefront, leading him to latch onto Y/N as tightly as possible. Hugs, headpats, back rubs, hair combing- he wants affection in as many forms as possible. I like to think he temporarily grows horns during the Primal Moon, and that he really likes having them rubbed and polished.

And as for Demon Bull King… this man is already aggressive as hell and pretty damn tempestuous, seeing red at the drop of a hat. So, with very little inhibition as is, he’s the sort of demon hit hardest. Bull King’s mental faculties degrade by a touch or two, rendering him very animalistic. He’s the opposite of Mei here- she puts herself through a ton of suppression and training and it all pays off spectacularly. He actively leans into the instincts and new power the viridescence brings, reveling in a more bestial state.

So, while Y/N openly and freely gives Mei love and affection, they instead cower and hide from Demon Bull King.

He wants more kids. Wants to spend more time with his wife. Wants to fight and break and feast. And when Y/N is abducted brought home, his aggression outright doubles. This is kinda good, though- now he’s so protective that he’s pacing the fortress in hourly patrols, wearing himself out as he digs deep grooves into the earth, carving his sigil into the stones around him many times over, marking the territory as inextricably his.

And all he wants upon returning home is a nap- with his entire family piled onto the bed, of course.

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Also, if anyone has recommendations for how characters should act, I’d be happy to hear them!

[crazyaboutto]

The pain of being a book reader that’s been made into a show

The writers and directors literally have completed series in their hands. They have the writer’s feedback as well or at least they initially said so in season 1.

Why the fuck are they deviating from canon so much? I’m trying to think HOTD as high budgeted fan fiction but damn it’s so hard. You’re getting paid a lot and working on one of the most well known series and you just fuck up

I was already pissed with Aegon’s dream nonsense as well as Rhaenys bursting out of coronation just for shock value but it’s going downhill fast. That dream leads to absolutely nothing. We don’t even have NK like the GOT version in the books. Also, still prefer book version of Alicent both age and character wise.

It was so fast paced in season 1 and now they’re dragging the story. They’re also deviating from the canon a lot

Why does Alicent actually believe “that’s what Viserys wanted”? She wants the throne for her bloodline and that’s it. It’s her wish for power, not for actually believing in whatever Viserys was saying.

It also feels like Rhaenyra would be fine with Aegon’s usurping if Luke didn’t die. She is the throne. The war started when the greens hid the death of the king.

Why is Daemon tripping for so long? He took harrenhall and that’s it. He raised the armies 3 times before the Dance. He’s a fearsome and competent general but he’s basically just a random dude who took acid trips. Ryan saying Daemon doesn’t have the skill set to raise an army lmao give me a break

Perhaps, they do not want to show cruel side of Rhaenyra by ordering the death of Nettles and not harming Daemon after Mysaria told Rhaenyra? on one hand, Daemon might have cheated with Nettles, or it was father-daughter relationship like Mushroom thinks. It feels like they’re wasting our time with Daemon’s trips like him fucking his mother nonsense to erase Nettles.

Why are they trying to erase the connection between Valyrian and dragons? No normal person can bond with a dragon. Be it Valeryon or Targaryen, you need Valyrian blood. And the whole stupid “illusion” thing in the show.

They also wasted Laena so badly in season 1. If they’re all for sapphic representation instead of just creating buzz on internet, they could have gone for Laena x Rhaenyra moments. I’m not even sure if the adult versions were on screen together. Soon after we got older Laena, she died. It’s literally book canon that Rhaenyra was “very fond” of Laena. It’s also pretty much implied that there were things between them and ot3 with Daemon

Not to mention they erased the lesbian fighter character who loves killing men and kissing women. I’m talking about Sabitha (Frey) and her lover Alysanne Blackwood. Would rather (want to) see them acting like they’re “very close friends” than a Alicole sex scene

We don’t even have Daeron lol

We haven’t seen Haelena’s mourning well instead we saw random things. Blood and Cheese wasn’t even done properly. If you’re slowing down the pace and will end the Dance in season 3, at least show more of Haelena’s mourning. Show the sibling interactions between the greens.

Another thing, who the hell is Aeriana? Her?

I’m just reminded of how after the books ended, D&D took liberties with characters and we got the clusterfuck of season 7-8. Now I feel like they’ll do the same thing in season 3

And I fear what they’ll do with Aegon the conqueror. Like maybe he tricked Visenya and Rhaenys into marrying him and conquering the 7 kingdoms? Maybe the sisters didn’t want to kill but were forced to because they’re such angels? Or Visenya can’t fight well

Why does HBO keep making shows about the house it abhors?

[brittle-doughie]

Infinity and Beyond - Looking Into The Sweet Signals from Space Update!

We’re finding the imposters among us with this one!

The aim of this concept is to have it be a multi-update deal akin to the Dragons storyline with how they say “like the dragon series, we’re diving into a story set in a rich, expansive universe”. This peaked my interest, I’d love to see what they have in store! I know there are some folks who like or don’t like the Dragons story, so I wonder what you all think of this!

Meet Astronaut Cookie! She’s cute, has an ice cream sandwich satellite for a pet, even has a cat cookie motif with her costume? What more could you want! Yeah, her skill might be a bit too reminiscent of Cyborg’s (who also got a skin after 84 years lol), but I’m willing to look past that.

Alright, I’m kind of vibing with the setting already, cookies are probably toothpaste, wonder if they clean your teeth when eaten. How does one “escape” or even fortify against a blackhole? The event itself sounds similar to the Sugar Maze event to me…in a way somehow. Wait, why is Stollen Cookie here?Also Planet H A M B O R G A R

I’m now getting Star Wars: Rogue One flashbacks. Just like Cyborg, it’s been 84 years since he got attention, so I’m happy to see he got a cool skin to deck himself out with!

The Surprise Bears. They can either go well or go very poorly, still means I don’t have to run over and over again for the god damn legendary ingredients. However, I do hope the challenges aren’t meant to be a cap in any way, since that already drags it down when you were able to AFK for hours beforehand, even if it sucked. Team Fight getting a gem boost might give me more incentive to play.

(Gmod flatline sound effect plays)

The Deal with Legendaries is canceled, y’all /j. I can’t keep up with their pace, bro. I’m over here trying to write it from time to time and they already have another one on the way, I’m dead. Xylitol Nova himself is getting flak for having a supposedly dull design unworthy of the rarity, I’m already seeing it in the QRTs on Twitter lol. For me, I’ll wait until I cast judgment, he has a pretty cool skin though…

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(Astronaut Cookie looked all around her new setting, seeing the city’s sleek, clean, futuristic design she hasn’t seen much of back on Earthbread. The cookies here didn’t look all that different too, save for their ingredients being possibly toothpaste in some capacity. She was caught staring at this one cookie in particular, she observed them inspecting the shield and instructing the robots to different spots close to the barrier, Xylitol Nova Cookie chuckled at her once he noticed.)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Ah, I see you’ve taken an interest in one of my cookies. That would be Xylitol Y/N Cookie, they’re in charge of making sure the barrier is in peak performance, they’ve been hard at work ever since we’ve seen reports of the blackhole.

(Xylitol Nova walked over to them as Astronaut followed. Meanwhile, you were instructing both cookies and robots alike on the status of the barrier, making sure that no fault in any way was detected. Until the voice of someone very familiar to you called your name..)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Hello, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. How are you doing?

(You greeted Xylitol Nova in return and proceeded to ramble on about the barrier. You did your best at trying to speak to him, but couldn’t ignore that cookie next to him staring at you. It also looked like Xylitol Nova wasn’t taking your analysis seriously with that smile of his, something that bothered you to no end!)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: How routine of you, Xylitol Y/N Cookie. Always thinking about the barrier when we haven’t had any issues in the past couple rotations. We have a guest here today and I’d like for you to meet her-

(You couldn’t, you had to inspect the rest of the barrier-when Xylitol Nova Cookie suddenly hugged you from behind with a strong grip, a scene that made Astronaut Cookie feel…envious. You complained and grumbled as you try fruitlessly to free yourself)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: Xylitol Y/N Cookie. You are taking a break from now until further notice, I’d hate to use my authority on you, but this is for your own good. Feel free to interact with your fellow cookies, come and see me in my residence, or even introduce yourself to our guest here~! (I’d prefer you pick the second option in my opinion)

(You continued to struggle until it felt tighter to move, you looked to your front to see Astronaut Cookie hugging you from the front, her head resting on your chest. You swear she’s…shaking a little bit?)

Xylitol Nova Cookie: What do you know? Even our visitor is agreeing with me, she appears to have taken a liking to you too.

(…Who was this?)

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

Sometimes I feel the shows world is… empty but at the same time has too much

In season 2 they put sentient robots able to feel actual emotions like they are something common enough for a teenager go make them

In the specials they introduce other magic systems like the cousins of the kwamis and then introduce things like Batwoman and super/Wonder Woman

Then in season 3 they introduce FREAKING ALIENS!!! (Bunnix said they exist) I wouldn’t be mad if they elaborated in those subjects

But they don’t, we don’t have meta humans in the rest of the show but season 5 finale, we don’t have magicians and we haven’t seen a flesh and bones alien (I think since I don’t know what Majestia’s whole deal is)

The origins episode and the backstory of the guardians and miraculous imply the existence of other monsters

We see a kraken, a fusion of a Sphinx with Medusa fighting Heracles, a dragon fighting a ladybug holder on medieval glass stain similar to the ones in churches, and then we see some unknown hero fighting a Evangelion like monster on the sea with a Japanese style

But we only have Akumas, Akumas and Akumas, and in special occasions we have Akumas but BIGGER or Akumas but R E D ,Where are those monsters in modern age? Some of the crossovers they had planned with other ZAK shows implied the existence of witches, fairy’s, ghosts and a giant snake monster

The world introduces the supernatural and science fiction but instead of using it we are stuck with miraculous

Why is no character using magic? Why isn’t there sandman or rhino like villains rooming the streets? I Can see post season 4 Gabriel doing what tombstone did in spectacular Spider-Man and turning criminals into super villains to get the miraculous or at least to make negativity higher through all of Paris by introducing super villains who are willingly evil AND have permanent powers

Or why isn’t there a evil wizard searching for the miraculous for power or a ancient evil the kwamis sealed searching to take revenge on Plagg and Tikki? Or just Gabriel using evil magic to summon a hunting hound monster to track the miraculous and the heroes have to find a way to defeat a enemy they can’t defeat by their usual way (their usual way is breaking the evilified object so the enemy just disappears)

They keep introducing weird things and concepts and do nothing with them, is like they tried to be Spider-Man in the “exists on a larger world full with heroes” and then proceeds to ignore all other Spider-Man things like having a rogues gallery and constantly facing magic and sci-fi threats

Heck I might even say he only did this to ride the Shared universe train marvel started but just like DC and the Dark verse, they failed (except for the Monsterverse, the Monsterverse is ETERNAL)

That's the weird thing about this show. It wants to be a simple good vs evil story, but it also wants to flesh out the universe for future spin-offs.

This is why I just can't stand the Miraculous World specials, because they don't do anything with the concepts introduced. The Miraculous scattered across the world, other magical artifacts like the Miraculous, and the goddamn multiverse are only used for what is glorified filler. A lot of these ideas could easily be fleshed out for their own seasons, but the show only wants the conflict to revolve around the heroes and whoever gets the Butterfly Miraculous.

If you want to expand your universe, you need to think about how this development will affect your story as well as your world.

[ollypopwrites]

From Depths Unknown ; Part 3

Part 1 ⚜ Part 2 ⚜ Ao3

Rolan x F!Tav (AFAB, she/her) *Tav is a Storm Sorcerer, but no actual reference to her appearance.

Rating: E

Tags & Warnings: [18+ MDNI] Language, Canon-typical violence (there is a lot discussion of blood and injuries in this chapter), Major Character Death, Sexual Content (mostly just horny thoughts), background Bloodweave.

Chapter Summary:

Not even Moonrise Tower nor the Shadowcursed land had been this hectic. They dodged rains of incredible fire from dragons, psionic blast from nautiloids and falling debris from buildings crashing around them. Fighting their way through an army of cultists, mindflayers and intellectual devourers, her team felt as united as ever. Everyone felt the finality of it.

Notes: I wanted some whump, okay? I promise they will fuck eventually.

“Rolan? Really? I thought he hated your guts.” 

“You haven’t seen him pining from afar?” Shadowheart asked dramatically. 

“Honestly, Tav, he’s a decent bloke,” Wyll said. “A bit rough around the edges —“

“A bit?!” Karlach protested. 

“Alright, quite rough around the edges,” Wyll amended.

“And pompous,” Shadowheart added. 

“Completely up his own ass,” Karlach agreed.

“Alright!” Tav said, “I’ve told you all, nothing happened.” 

Her and Rolan had been camp gossip from the moment they had walked into their suite; Tav had a hangover and a strong need for coffee, while Rolan was stiff with embarrassment at the questioning looks from her companions. He couldn’t stay long, but they had food and tea and coffee, which was the least she could offer him. She remembered most of the night: the crying, yelling and him having to arrange a makeshift bed for her. As it was embarrassing as it was, she felt a little better getting it all off of her chest. The details were fuzzy, but she knew she had come on to him. While nothing untoward had happened, the camp only saw their leader come through the doors looking bedraggled with an equally out of sorts tiefling wizard. Tongues had been sent wagging immediately. 

“But you do fancy him, don’t you?” Karlach asked. 

She took a deep breath. “Can we focus on the task at hand?” 

“Only after you admit you want to shag the grumpy wizard,” Shadowheart teased. 

“Fine, fine!” Tav felt like tearing out her hair. “Yes, yes I like him. Okay. Can we move on now?” 

“Sheesh,” Karlach breathed. “Take him to bed, mate. You need it.”

She didn’t need Karlach to tell her that. She pushed on, ignoring them. Wyll, however, caught up quickly to her. 

“I won’t lie to you, my friend, he hasn’t made the best impression,” he told her. “But he’s truly a good man.” 

“I know that.” 

“So, are you going to come clean about what happened on the roof then?” He was grinning, boyish and mischievous. 

“Not you too, Wyll, please you were my last hope.”

Her only saving grace was that they found their way to an unusual engineer named Redhammer and his submersible, which happened to be the same culprit that had killed one the the priestesses of Umberlee. While she had half agreed to kill or hand him over if she found him, he offered an opportunity to find the hostage Gondians in the Iron Throne. Tav decided to take some inspiration from Astarion, using him to get down to the Iron Throne before she ultimately left his fate up to Umberlee's order. She thought she should have felt guilty, but he had been so casual about killing the priestess and transporting hostages she found herself lacking any real remorse. After the tadpole was out of her head, she thought she may have to reassess her moral compass. 

After saving the Gondians, Duke Ravengaurd himself and their old friend Omeluum she was happy to be alive and not blown to bits at the bottom of the Chionthar. The priestesses of Umberlee had even rewarded them with a beautiful robe in exchange for finding Redhammer. Gale was the only other person it would have been suited for and he was too embarrassed to wear it despite the entire camp teasing him about it. It was a bit risqué, but when Tav slipped it on she felt it cling to her body and the strange fabric was so damn comfortable she felt as if it were a second skin. She quite liked it. 

They made their way to Sorcerer’s Sundries, knowing the next day would be their chance to finish up the infiltration of the Steelwatch Foundry. Tav was sure Gortash would not bring the Steelwatch down on them right away. The last thing he needed was his army of metal titans tearing apart the city to find them, civilians would inevitably get hurt and then they would get angry. Gortash needed a city scared but ready to cling to a tyrant that could keep them safe, not ready to revolt for stepping on their children. They had to move, but she wanted to let him sweat and take time to get ready for their final push. 

The foundry, the hammer, the last Netherstone. Then the brain. There was finally a light at the end of the tunnel. 

Rolan was rarely in the shop these days. His mirror image had taken his position at the counter, helped along by the other specialists and Cal or Lia. Tav made her way upstairs; despite her pride she owed Rolan thanks for the night before and an apology for the teasing her friends had thrown his way in the wake of it. And she wondered if he’d like her new robes. It was silly, and pointless in the face of everything else that was going on but the desire was there, hiding behind her ‘noble’ reasons for disturbing him in the middle of the day. She made her way through the portal which led to the study Rolan was now using as his own office throughout the day. The blood, ash and bodies had all been cleared away — the decadent room was still in process of being redone to Rolan’s standards but it had come a long way since Lorroakan’s death. 

“Rolan?” She called. 

“A minute, please,” he replied from the balcony. 

Tav rolled her eyes, muttering about wizards and their books. She strolled about the room. He seemed to be in the process of organizing tomes, one of the animated suits of armor was picking up a stack piled on the ground and taking it through another portal. She recalled him mentioning a library, and wanting to cultivate his own favorites for the study. It was his, now, after all. 

“Please tell me you didn’t wear that into battle?”

When he had heard Tav’s voice carry through the study, he noted a lack of distinct irritation at being interrupted. Another sign that Tav was becoming worryingly exempt from his usual ‘prick-ish particularities’ as Cal had so kindly put it. He had just seen her that morning and as awkward as breakfast had been amongst her companions, he had to force himself to finish putting books on the shelf before heading down the stairs. He needed to retain some of his dignity, after all, despite his desire to eagerly stop everything he was doing at the sound of her voice. Tav waited for him below, and as usual, he took a mental note of any new injuries she may have acquired.

Robes with pieces of protective gear was what she normally wore. Soft leathers and sturdy cotton robes, with something to protect her vulnerable points. Even out of armor she usually only wore a simple tunic and cloth pants. His surprise to find her at the center of his study in an outfit that was all flesh and skin tight fabric made him stop in his tracks. The light blue ensemble clung to every curve, dipped low between her breasts (that damned pearl dangling at the center of her chest matched well with this new outfit, he noted), and was slit at the legs so all he saw was skin bared up to a concerning height on her thighs. Her worn leather boots stuck out, not quite fitting in with the sleek outfit, but that did nothing to preserve him from staring dumbly. 

His momentary gawking was interrupted when he realized this scrap of fabric was meant to be armor. All the soft spots of her were exposed to cuts and bruises. 

“Please tell me you didn’t wear that into battle?”

“You don’t like it?”

“That’s hardly the point I’m trying to make,” he said quickly. 

“Then what is the point?”

“Don’t be stupid,” he said. “You can’t wear that in a fight. It’s…��� 

Ravishing. So easy to slide aside so I could have any part of you I wanted, he thought. 

“Impractical.” He said aloud. 

“And you decide what I wear now?”

“No,” he replied through grit teeth. “Of course not.”

“Well, I like it.” Tav shrugged him off, turning away and walking around to look at his progress in the study. 

The dress was just as tight in the back, he noticed, his mind reeling and his pulse thrumming. “Where did you even get it?”

“It was a gift from the priestesses of Umberlee,” she said. 

“And what, pray tell, did you do to earn it?” 

“Freed some hostages in a prison at the bottom of the Chionthar and found the man who killed one of their order.” She listed casually. “Duke Ravenguard was down there, if you can believe it. And then Archduke Gortash, magnanimous man that he is, tried to blow us up,” her tone dripped with sarcasm, “it’s been quite a day.”

“Your usual heroics, then,” he grit out. 

“Of course,” she grinned, and everything about the smile was a challenge, a tease, and he was certain he never wanted her so badly. “I know you love to hear about my gallantry. Not bad for a girl who started the day with a terrible hangover, I think.”

“Is there a point to your visit?” He asked tersely. 

“Actually, yes,” she finally came up to him. 

Close enough to touch. The fabric looked soft, and shimmery, probably pleasant enough to run his hands over but the exposed space between her breasts seemed particularly ripe for licking. His jaw clenched as he made the Herculean effort to look her in the eyes. The teasing look she had before was gone, something a little more bashful and sweet. It only made it harder to keep his hands to himself. 

“I wanted to say thank you for last night.” She said, “I don’t remember all of it… but I know I was not at my best. Thanks for putting up with me, and sorry my friends are busybodies.” 

Rolan didn’t know what to say. A whirlwind was inside him. Pure want and affection. Irritation at said want and affection. Irritation at himself for not being able to just say what he wanted to. This was all getting entirely out of hand. 

“How is your arm?”

“My….arm?”

“You’re still scarred, from that ring you so foolishly put on when you had no idea what it did,” he snapped. 

“Oh, that,” she deflated. “Fine. Just these marks,” she pushed back the sleeves of the robe to look at them. “Gale thinks it was some kind of connection to the elemental plane.” At his responding silence she shifted awkwardly. “Okay,” she drew out the word, “I’m going to go.” 

“Goodbye.”

He stayed to watch her go, eyes glued to the way the robes clung to her bottom, the shift of the fabric and delicate metalwork over her exposed legs. 

“You can’t wear that,” he blurted out. “Not in battle. You’ll be ripped to shreds.”

And so would the robe itself, which would be a terrible shame in and of itself, the more he thought about it.

“You said that already.” 

“It bears repeating.” 

She rolled her eyes. “Goodbye, Rolan.” 

As she stepped through the portal and he was left alone he groaned, rubbing both hands over his face, as he muttered to himself, “you’re going to kill me you meddlesome, irritating, beautiful woman.” 

While there had been little notice before the Netherbrain broke free and started unleashing terror on the city, Tav had at least warned her allies ahead of time that it could happen any day at any time. With Rolan’s permission, Counselor Florrick had spread the word that the tower was going to be one point of haven in the city. It had protections and wards, and plenty of space. When all hells broke loose, Cal and Lia were holding down the fort while he made his way to High Hall. Thankfully most of the fighting was happening in the upper city, but mind flayers were running rampant, the sky was red with fire, full of errant blasts from nautiloids and dragons. 

He sent civilian healers as he found them to the tower, instructing them to take whoever they could with them. The high hall was crowded, Flaming Fists taking account of all the allies of Tav’s which had gathered. Many of them he recognized, some he had never seen before, but his heart swelled with pride at the gathering of people who were ready to support Tav and her friends. 

When she came through the door with all her camp in tow, smattered in blood, as she always was, he thought she may cry at the showing. There wasn’t much time, but she took a moment to appraise them of her plan. Her entire party would take the main push to the brain, along with the illithid she had with her. There was no time to explain, she only assured them that this person — Orpheus, was on their side. She needed anyone she did not call to her side to focus on protecting the few points of refuge they had managed to secure in the city, and above all to keep as many civilians safe as possible. She was given means to summon her allies as needed.

As Tav made the quick effort to offer thanks to everyone individually, he felt the terror of it being the last time he saw her. This was not the Tav which he’d had drinks with at the Elfsong every night leading up to this battle, laughing with her friends, carefree for just a few hours. This was the woman who had lead four people to victory against a small army of Goblins, who stormed Moonrise towers and lifted the curse over Reithwin. Focused, determined and if she was scared it never once showed on her face. Only the storm dancing behind her eyes, calm before she exploded into action. 

Rolan had to believe the next time he’d see her, she would be relaxed and teasing him about something over a glass of wine. As she approached him last, before heading out to save the city, he bolstered himself to be whatever she and the rest of the people of Baldur’s Gate needed. 

“The tower is ready, you need only call.” He told her swiftly. 

“Thank you.” She nodded. “Rolan, I — “ she bit her lip and clenched her eyes shut. “If I survive this —“

“You will,” he said certainly. 

“If I do,” she repeated, eyes boring into his with earnesty he hardly knew how to deal with, “would you like to join me for a bottle of Arabellan Dry?”

“Are you asking me on a date? Right now?” As if to punctuate his point the ground shook, horrible screeching sounds and the roar of a dragon sounded out. 

“Might be my last chance,” she breathed. 

“It won’t be,” he insisted. If she was going to be bold enough to ask him out for a drink before running off to certain death — he had to rise to the challenge. He grabbed her hand, bringing it to his lips. “You’ll come back to me, gloriously and infuriatingly victorious.”

If he said it confidently enough it may just come true. It had worked for him before.

Tav nodded, squeezing his hand in hers. She hesitated, but there was little time for more to be said. She suddenly began to dig under the collar of her armored robes with her free hand. After fidgeting for a moment with something around her neck she held out the chain of the necklace which held her Pearl of Power. 

“Can you hold onto it for me? I don’t want to lose it again.” 

“You may need it,” he was unsure what else to say. 

“Already used it today,” she said, “it’s just sentimental right now. And just — hold onto it. Please.” 

Tav took his hand and placed the necklace into his palm, gently curling his fingers over it. It was such a small trinket, but the implications of her leaving it with him made it feel immeasurably valuable. He thought he would rather die than let it come to any harm. The dramatics of such a train of thought struck him so violently with the realization that he was undoubtedly in love. The terrible timing for such an epiphany was only emphasized by a loud boom on the roof and the shudder of dust and small bits of debris raining down on them.

Tav let go of his hand and with a determination in her eye he knew all too well, led her party out into the midst of terror with no other word. 

There was no time to stop. 

Not even Moonrise nor the Shadowcursed land had been this hectic. They dodged rains of incredible fire from dragons, psionic blast from nautiloids and falling debris from buildings crashing around them. Fighting their way through an army of cultists, mindflayers and intellectual devourers, her team felt as united as ever. Everyone felt the finality of it. She had seen Astarion and Gale share what they thought might possibly be their last kiss. Watching them felt like an intrusion, but the glance she had gotten of desperate softness in their eyes made her more determined than ever. Tav silently vowed that she would come out of this with everyone alive and ready to begin anew. 

When they finally found the  stalk of the Elderbrain it led higher and higher up over the city. She felt the adrenaline spurring her to start to climb, and she didn’t have to look behind her to know they followed. At the top it was an onslaught of psionic forces: the netherbrain, the illithids it commanded, and the tadpoles in their heads revolting at every move they made to fight against them. There were moments that blanked out, as she was stunned or her head hurt so badly she felt she couldn’t see. They were all moving on pure instinct to survive. 

Karlach’s rage was an unstoppable force, Lae’zel cut down anyone in her path with brutal efficiency, and the only thing more intense than the amount of healing magic Shadowheart was expending was the force with which she brought down her mace. Jaheira and Halsin were in charge of summoning reinforcements as needed, controlling the battlefield with Druidic magic while Gale sent off spell after spell with devastating effect. Astarion and Wyll danced around the battlefield; Wyll’s combined magic and skill with the blade making him virtually untouchable while Astarion flitted in and out of visibility, daggers digging into flesh with deadly accuracy. 

And she exploded with magic. 

Her arm hurt, the flowing lines of whatever had touched her when she put on that ring in the tower glowed and raged as she gave everything she had. When she felt she had nothing left, it fed her new power, keeping a steady stream of lightning ready to strike. There was not a lot of time to think on this new development, only time to acknowledge that whatever it did to her, her magic was thriving on it. Her magic felt centered for the first time in her life. Controllable, not just something she was barely wrangling and flinging around blindly. 

The last push to the crown was upon them. The way just needed to be cleared, she called to Halsin over the clamor of it all, tadpole transmitting to the others her plan. In truly rumbling cacophony explosions rained down, almost clearing their path. For a moment she took in the show of power from Ramazith’s Tower, but they had to bolt forward. 

Lae’zel took the lead, attacking an illithid arcanist guarding the portal they needed to get into. Gale was quick behind her, magic missiles firing off in every direction and counterspell quickly cast afterwards. Karlach was keeping the way clear, as more illithid were summoned, hacking at tentacled heads until they rolled off. Tav took off for the portal, only to come face to face with her father. 

No. It was her dream guardian. The Emperor’s trick. 

When she had first seen the man in her dreams she had thought the same thing: he was just similar looking enough to her dear old dad to get her guard down but not so identical it would ring off alarm bells in her mind. Tav’s father was dead, after all, the Emperor had toed the line of familiarity on purpose. The single moment of hesitation was enough for the guardian to blast her with psionic energy, knocking her off of her feet.  An intellect devourer took its chance and leapt onto her. Searing pain spread through her abdomen as claws dug in and tore. It was climbing up her body, ripping skin with every step. Her arm was pinned underneath one of its horrid legs, unable to cast, and she felt the thunderous pulse in her chest, the tingle of electricity in her veins — and then a dagger came down stopping the devourer in its tracks.

Astarion was above her, kicking the thing off of her. With a cry she felt the claws slip loose, blood pouring out of the wounds. The pain slipped away to the back of her mind as she flung forward, hands outstretched  when a chain of lightning erupted at another dream guardian which tried to stop Gale. Astarion helped her to her feet, shoving a meager healing potion at her. It was not enough to close the wounds, but it gave her a rush of new vitality and they ran for the portal

This was it. This was the final task. All they had to do was survive long enough to take out the Netherbrain. 

After setting off the blasts at Halsin’s command, Rolan had launched himself halfway down the stairs, nearly stumbling and stepping on his own tail. There were a handful of Flaming Fists, armed civilians, Cal, Lia and even Aradin guarding the perimeter of the tower; he had to go join them. The store was always chaotic with all the summons wandering around and magical effects but this was a different vein of mayhem. Anyone he could find with healing magic along the way was running around, people were screaming and crying on the floors and any clear surface available. 

It sounded like Elturel. 

Shaking his head of the thought, he pushed through the doors. People were still running, trying to get through the doors of the tower and whatever building still stood to get away from the carnage. The square was full of bodies and blood and rubble. He spotted Cal and Lia, both alive and fighting well. Cal’s swing was strong, Lia’s aim was impeccable — he was able to focus on casting. An illithid floated forward, chasing after a meal of one of the Flaming Fists' brains, Rolan quickly cast color spray, confusing the creature and shortly after one of Lia’s arrows sunk into its elongated head.

Cal got stunned, his head in his hands as he wobbled on his feet, two mindflayers floating towards him. Rolan nearly tripped over his robes to grab his brother by his shirt and pull him back, Cal fell and as soon as he was out of the line of attack Rolan felt the boom of thunder erupt from his hand. The illithids were sent backwards, landing on their back, prone. 

“Cal,” he turned to offer a hand to his brother, “stay steady.” 

“Yeah,” Cal grunted, shaking his head free of the psionic force which had stunned him. “I’m good, I’m alright.” 

“Rolan! Incoming!” 

Lia’s voice called out before she let an arrow loose. His eyes flicked to the sky, a nautiloid was overhead, a beam of some sort beginning to glow with energy. 

“To me! Now!”

Aradin and anyone nearby enough to hear him huddled close, Rolan swiftly casting an orb of invulnerability. He had never cast it before, not successfully, but it was all he could think of to try. A slight red shimmer created a bubble around them, the nautiloid made its attack. A few people were decimated by the blow immediately outside of the orb, even a ravenous illithid in the middle of extracting a brain from a skull had not made it out of the way in time. The spell worked. Rubble flew into the air with the blast, and stopped bluntly at the barrier. 

Thank the Gods. Rolan thought to himself, sweat beading down his temple. 

Lia ducked in and out of the orb to shoot off arrows, clearing the path for some to make their way to the tower or within the confines of Rolan’s temporary protection. He managed to keep the orb up long enough for the blasts to cede after the nautiloid was distracted from attacking the ground by a Githyanki force of dragon riders. 

“There’s more coming!” Aradin yelled. “We should fall back into the tower.”

“The wards can only take so much,” Rolan snapped back. “Get out there and kill something or get out of the way!”

He never understood Zevlor’s well-known ire for the mercenary more as he fled inside. As he had said, more illithids came out of the woodwork. The alien army had not found it necessary to send any armored mind flayers — relying on the freshly transformed tadpoled masses which had been lurking in the city. They had numbers, but most of them were stark naked, and sloppy in the unusual new bodies. Many of them fell quickly, which was his only comfort against the slowly dwindling numbers of his own allies. If they just kept it up, they could maintain the line of defense around the tower. 

“Come on, Tav,” he heard Lia scream as another Flaming Fist fell to an illithid. “Just kill it already!” 

There was no way for Tav to hear them, but he understood the panic. He felt each second that passed since he set off the blasts from the tower as if it were an hour. They could not keep this up forever, and part of him knew that as intense as it was on the ground, up there where the brain hovered in the air it was ten times worse. 

“Tav needs us to hold strong,” he called to his sister. “We owe her that, at least.” 

Lia was too far away for him to be sure but thought he saw her jaw set in the same way Cal’s did when he was concentrating. His brother felled an illithid in one blow, clean and easy at the neck. 

“Can’t believe I’m saying this,” Cal said, “but Rolan is right!”

It truly was the end of the world.

When Tav hit the water, she blacked out for a moment. Her eyes opened and the gasp that wracked her body filled her mouth and lungs with water as she realized too late in her waking that she was in the Chionthar. She floundered to the surface, hacking and coughing. Once she had her breath, she started screaming for her companions.

“Here!” Gale yelled.

He was not too far off from her, hanging onto some floating debris, with an unmoving lump with white hair. She swam over, grabbing onto the debris. 

“Is he alive?” She panicked. 

“Breathing,” Astarion’s voice was weak, “stop screaming.”

“Where’s everyone else?” Tav felt herself succumbing to the confusion. “Karlach! Have you seen anyone? Wyll!”

“I’ve got Shadowheart and Wyll!” She heard Karlach call, a red spot in the distance, tethering two limp bodies as she kept them on their backs. 

Lae’zel, Halsin, Minsc and Jaheira were still unaccounted for. Tav’s eyes scanned the water, dawn hadn’t broken yet, it was still dark and the depths below were impossible to see into. The only real light was provided by the city which was still very much on fire. Just as Tav was about to give into despair, a giant tentacle broke the water, then another, in its grips was an unconscious Lae’zel, and Minsc who was sputtering and cackling like a madman. Finally a third, and Halsin broke the surface. 

“Minsc! Where’s Jaheira?”

“You look upon her!” He called back. 

Wild shape was one hell of a thing. Tav called to the giant octopus whose eye peered into hers as it breached the surface, telling Jaheira to grab Karlach first as she was treading water and trying to keep two people afloat at the same time. Tav watched, only vaguely hearing Astarion and Gale speaking next to her. She needed to see them all safely put upon the dock, she needed to know she had done it. She hadn’t lost anyone. 

“Stop trying to talk to me,” Astarion muttered. “I’m furious with you.”

“My love, I would have made sure you were transported out of harm's way,” Gale attempted to sooth him. 

“And what about you?” Astarion snapped. “What was I supposed to do without you?” 

She was not quite sure what they were talking about. 

“We were losing, Astarion,” Gale pleaded. “The orb may have been—“

“The orb?” Tav heard her neck crack as she swung her head so fast to look at him. She felt dizzy. 

“He very nearly blew himself up, again,” Astarion seethed. “I saw him reach for the dagger.” 

“Gale!” Tav scolded. “I told you — not an option!”

“Tav, please, if all else failed —“

“But it didn’t!” She yelled. 

“No,” he sighed. “No, it did not. So please, can we make it to land and put this to rest.” 

Just as Tav was about to argue with him, she felt a tug at her midsection, and uncomfortable stinging of pain accompanying the grasp. Astarion and Gale were lifted out of the water by tentacles  at the same time she was and they were being slowly carried to the dock. It was supposed to be over once they all made it on dry land. She had given in to the hope that she had finally led her party to their final battle without losing a single member. The victory was supposed to be sweet, and cathartic. 

The moment they caught their breath on the dock, Karlach’s engine started to fail. 

The main floor of the store was cleared of most furniture to make room for cots full of injured people. Amateur and professional healers alike were running around madly, calling for aid from whoever was still standing. To his credit, he had begun to organize as best he could. It was still chaos, but he was managing to take requests, send off whatever volunteer was nearest to assist, and have Cal take on grabbing potions and herbs from the stores as needed. Rolan was no healer, but he could wrap a wound before too much blood was lost as some poor soul waited for someone to be available. He could also bark orders, arrange for Fists to section off high risk patients from those who could survive without immediate attention. 

There were two surgeons he had managed to recruit. Their space was at the very back near the necromancy supplies were, with a temporary shielding wall of stone. It didn’t drown the screams of agony as they operated but it prevented anyone from witnessing an amputation. 

When the heroes of the hour burst through the door of the tower, even amongst the chaos, Rolan knew something was wrong. They looked like hell. Jaheira was bleeding from a deep wound on her head, Shadowheart was limping, and even Minsc who was always quick to get back on his feet looked like he had been thrown from a twenty story building and felt it. A good chunk of the party was missing. Wyll and Karlach were nowhere to be seen. In fact way too many of them were just gone. Astarion, Gale and Lae’zel didn’t follow, and neither did Tav. Halsin was the very last of them in, carrying someone.

“A bed! Now!” The Archdruid’s voice boomed over the chaos

A humming sound rang in his ears, the entire world pinpointed to the form of the woman in Halsin’s arms as he was directed to place her on a free bed by a Fist. 

Rolan let his feet guide him to her side, a numb feeling keeping panic at bay. On the bed was a bloody mess of a woman, who in all appearances looked like Tav but… That surely wasn’t his Tav. That was an empty shell; the skin had no vibrancy, the only truly bright color was the blood leaking out of the deep wound in her stomach. Her eyes, open staring up at the ceiling, were empty. 

Shadowheart placed her hands over Tav and the glow of her healing magic flashed and ebbed away. She tried again, but the magic stuttered out. Shadowheart let out a strangled scream in frustration, pounding glowing hands into Tav's chest and each rush of power was weaker and weaker.

“What are you doing? Heal her,” Rolan demanded. “Fix her!”

“I can’t —“ Shadowheart’s voice cracked. 

“Shadowheart’s magic is spent,” Jaheira’s tone was sharp but even, the voice of a General. “And healing magic won’t work on her now. This is a magic shop — find a resurrection scroll.” 

Resurrection implied she was dead. Logically, yes, he could see that. Tav was dead, nothing more than spent flesh and blood. But this was not supposed to happen, this was beyond everything he knew of her.

She always survives. She always does the impossible. She can't be dead.

“How did this happen?”

“Rolan,” Shadowheart pleaded his name, disregarding the question, “do you have a resurrection scroll?” 

The buzzing in his ears stopped, the cacophony of the tower coming back to him. A solution that he could focus on. He took off in a sprint, jumping over the counter. His hands shook as he opened the safe where they kept the high value scrolls.  

“Rolan, that Florrick lady is here, she brought some — what’s wrong?”

He didn’t hear Lia come up, and didn’t take the time to acknowledge her as he started reading through the stock. “We must have one.”

“Talk to me,” Lia said again getting his attention, “what’s happened?”

An idea jolted him, there were stores and stores of supplies in the study. “Upstairs, in the study, the scroll collection —“ he quickly said, “we need a resurrection scroll.”

“But —“

“Check the vaults, check the study — find me a resurrection scroll!” 

Taking in his frantic tone, Lia ran off without further question. There was no possible way this was how Tav’s story ended. In a numb haze he remembered what little he knew about healing and divine magic; there was a time limit on a basic resurrection spell. At some point a soul was too far gone and True Resurrection would be the only other option. Plain resurrection scrolls were rare enough as it was, but a True Resurrection scroll was near impossible for most people to get ahold of. 

Chain of lightning, hold person, cloud kill — his hands fumbled to work as fast as he read the scrolls. He had no real idea how much time was passing, but each second was too long. There were dozens of scrolls, and he looked at each one. Finding nothing of use he ran around the counter to start up the stairs.

He should have told her at High Hall. He should have just said it. He should have thought to find a scroll ahead of time for this very purpose. What a cosmic joke, for her to have made it this far, only to die at the finish line. She deserved better. He would make sure she got a better ending than this. He nearly ran into Lia jumping the last few steps of the staircase. 

“I found one!” 

She held up the scroll and he snatched it out of her hand, narrowly dodging a healer as he ran to the bed where Shadowheart was praying desperately. 

“Found — the scroll —“ he stammered out, short of breath. 

“Use it, quickly,” Jaheira said. 

His fingers fumbled with the clasp that held it shut, as it unfurled he knew he needed to breathe through the panic in his chest. He could do an incantation, he could read the words off of a scroll as he had a hundred times before. There was not a God he prayed to usually, not one he thought to plead with specifically. Mystra, maybe. But given what he knew of her and her friends, Mystra might not be so inclined to help Tav. 

His willpower would have to be enough; this was not how her story ended, he repeated to himself. She was too good, too resilient, too kind, too forgiving, too infuriatingly wonderful — too loved.  Rolan was not going to let her disappear that easily, he vowed as he spoke the incantation.

The spell took hold, golden light shuddering Tav’s body, and then disappearing. For a terrifyingly long moment, he was unsure if it worked. But her eyes blinked, at first it looked like a twitch, but then they fluttered a few times and the light was back in them. Her limbs jolted like she had been electrocuted and then a truly shocking deep gasp for air had her sitting up on the cot. 

“There you are, Cub,” Jaheira said, a steady hand on her shoulder which emitted the familiar green light of her Druidic magic. “Didn’t think we’d let you get out of cleaning up, did you?”

“Hurts,” she sucked breaths in desperately. 

“Lay down,” Shadowheart said. “We’ll find a healer.”

“Where —?”

Rolan was frozen to the spot. She still looked so close to death. Her head swiveled over to him, eyes confusedly still searching for some sense of what was going on. 

“You.” Was all she said. 

“Yeah, me,” he breathed. “Lay down. You look awful.”

“Rude,” she wheezed but let herself ease onto her back. “I think you look… good…” exhaustion, pain or any combination of whatever her body was going through had her slipping out of consciousness. 

“Tav,” Rolan panicked, kneeling next to her. “Damn you, stay awake,” he grabbed her face in his hands and she gave him a heavy lidded stare. 

“Trying,” she said. 

She was still in rough shape. Halsin and Jahiera dumped the last dregs of their limited healing magic into her, doing just enough to keep her from bleeding out on the bed once more. Shadowheart tipped her head back for a basic healing potion, and it dribbled down the side of her face but it brought some of the vibrancy of her skin.

“She won’t succumb to the wounds, but she needs healing quickly,” Halsin seemed to be talking to himself more than them, as he took off to find someone to help. 

“You can rest now,” Shadowheart assured her softly. “Right, Rolan?” 

He wasn’t so sure. But Shadowheart was a healer, she knew better than him. He swallowed hard, and nodded. “That’s right.”

“Good,” Tav mumbled, “tired.” 

Shadowheart and Rolan watched as she slipped into unconsciousness. Her chest rose and fell, although shallowly. Shadowheart heaved a big breath, recomposing herself. She looked around the room, and then to Rolan.

“I need to rest, then I’ll be able to help,” she seemed to be telling herself rather than him. “I’ll stay here,” she said, “I’ll stay with her and rest.”

“What can I do?” Rolan asked desperately. 

“You are the Master of Ramazith’s tower,” Jahiera cut in. “This is your city, you have a duty to its people now — unless you wish to follow Lorroakan’s example, get to work.” Jaheira looked down at Tav, “we will look after her, as she has looked after us.”

Rolan never felt more like an outsider, and he felt he should watch whatever healer Halsin found. If only to see for himself that she was truly going to be alright. Shadowheart was watching the rise and fall of her chest with intense focus, and it felt wrong that she was the only one of their original group by her side. 

“Rolan, there’s a fire that they can’t put out over in Heapside,” Cal was there, Rolan hadn’t even heard him approach. 

“There’s summoning scrolls, water elementals,” he said distractedly. 

“Go,” Shadowheart looked at him. “We’ve got her.”

“And that is supposed to be a comfort?” He snapped. “She was dead just moments ago under your watch!”

“She didn’t tell us,” Shadowheart said back, a tone of shame in her raised voice. “Everything was happening so fast — she didn’t tell us she was hurt!”

“No one here is to blame,” Jaheira was annoyed, he could tell by the arch of her brow. “She would tell you the same.”

He felt another comment on the tip of his tongue, ready to rage and yell to do something with the gods awful feeling in his chest. He nearly lost her. 

“Rolan,” Cal said, “we have to —“

“Fine! Fine.” 

The city still needed saving, despite the threat being gone. Who knew how much help was needed across the city. Running to everyone's rescue was what she would tell him to do, but still he was afraid to leave her side. He touched her cheek: warm, alive, despite looking worse than she ever had after a fight. 

“She’ll be alright?” He asked, wincing slightly at the desperate crack in his voice. 

Shadowheart nodded, her hand coming to squeeze his, “I promise, I won’t let her slip away again.”

Rolan had no other choice but to trust her.

Thank you for reading!

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[respectthepetty]

do you happen to have any other bls with toxic kings up your sleeve? i’m as giddy as you when it comes to ming! i’m newer to bls, so there’s a good chance i haven’t seen whatever you suggest.

Anon, I have an entire roster of toxic characters because

I LOVE TOXIC BITCHES!

Like 2 Chainz rapped on one of my favorite songs, "I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin' problem" which is why I HATE when a story won't allow characters to be toxic. Like we all know the character IS toxic, but the story keeps telling us he isn't that bad or he is only that bad because reasons. Regardless of the reasons, the character is a bad bitch so why not just let him fucking own it, which is truly the reason Only Friends pissed me off so much.

Case and point, my favorite characters were Ray and Nick. Ray was calling Sand a whore every two seconds and throwing money at him, while Nick was recording non-consexual sex tapes, yet the narrative wanted me to think they were just sad dudes who were slightly problematic.

NAH! Nick straight up said he was trash! THEY WERE TOXIC just like everyone else in that damn show!

Which is why I liked Kang in Dangerous Romance because I don't feel like the narrative eased up on his toxicity. In fact, I feel like the story said Sailom was into it with that master/servant scene at the very end.

So in order for me to love a toxic character, they must 1) be considered toxic by the story, and 2) stay toxic, so I'm going to give you a list of ten of my favorites, but know that spoilers are coming your way too. Also know that I do not recommend anything, ever, so these are not recommendations. These are merely my favorite toxicitos.

Mis tóxicos favoritos

presented in no particular order

Todd - Not Me

This man had his lover (it's canon to me) beat into a coma. Then, he went and grabbed that man's twin brother and made him take on his lover's persona all so he could overthrow his competition and be the number one evil capitalist. And then, AND THEN, he was excited to see his lover, Black, return even though he knew that meant he was probably going to die. Honestly, his entire relationship with Black was toxic, and I desperately need more of it. Not Me 2: Blackout when? WHEN, GMMTV?!

Rio & Kido - The Novelist Series

Rio blew Kido in front of an old man in broad daylight, so they could get a book deal. That's just one of the many fucked up things these two did together, but they were even worse apart. Rio lied to a college student for months about his arm being injured and writing pornographic novels just to turn on the college student and fuck him because . . . he was bored? It's deeper than that, but it kinda ain't. Rio and Kido did toxic shit to feel alive and that's my special brand of toxic. I will never make excuses for them. I like them this way.

Yai - Big Dragon

The very beginning of this show, as in the very first scene, is Yai and Mangkorn having sex AFTER Yai drugged Mangkorn in hopes of sexually assaulting him and recording it. AND MANGKORN IS INTO IT! Yai tries to steal Mangkorn's phone and ruin his life too, but Mangkorn is so in love with Yai, that he is willing to play along with whatever Yai does including fighting Yai. This is one of my favorite BLs for a multitude of reasons, but the biggest is because instead of trying to tame Yai, Mangkorn just decided to match his toxic energy! I love that for them.

Songpol - Club Friday

Bank plays toxic very well, which is why he has two characters on this list, even though this show isn't technically a BL. Club Friday is already a hot mess express, so to be the most toxic character in a show filled with toxic characters means that Songpol was TOK-SICK! He cheated on his boyfriend with multiple men. When his boyfriend left him for a woman, he showed up outside of that woman's house calling her a whore. He then went to their wedding just so he could fuck his ex in a bathroom (on his wedding day). He continued to hook up with his ex, and sent a video to his ex's wife of them having sex, only for her to tell him to move into the house and continue having sex with her husband! AND THAT'S ONLY THE SECOND EPISODE! He was serving telenovela villain, and I want him back.

Vegas - KinnPorsche

The scene: Vegas' beloved hedgehog has just died and he has carried out a tiny funeral for him while the bodyguard he has been holding hostage AND TORTURING comforts him, but instead of sitting in that grief, Vegas tells the bodyguard that the bodyguard is probably turned on by seeing Vegas weak, then proceeds to fuck him. Skipping over the fact that Vegas drugged Porsche, killed Tawan, got Big and Ken murdered by extension, and a plethora of other horrible shit, Vegas was a HUGE red flag from the very beginning, and I wanted him to choke me so badly. *bites knuckles*

Charn - Laws of Attraction

He had his reasons, but the story and his husband didn't let that be an excuse for his toxic behavior. He tried burning down Tinn's house, with Tinn and his grandmother in it, and Tinn was very upset about it. Not enough to not sleep with Charn, but enough to get his point across that if Charn wanted to burn something down, he needed to focus on burning down the oppressive heteronormative government, so we could all have basic human rights. Toxic, but for the cause.

Chalothon - The Sign

I knew he was a problem because the way he handled his patients, but he truly proved how toxic he was when he told Phaya he would kill Tharn before letting Phaya have him. I'm mad that the show made him good in the last episode, with most of if being off-screen, but I'll always remember how he committed psychological warfare on Phaya for eleven episodes in hopes of making Phaya seem crazy, and actually made Tharn, Phaya's soulmate, question Phaya's sanity.

Mol - 180 Degree Longitude Passes Through Us

The only woman on this list and she isn't even queer. That's how toxic this chick was that she made it on a this list being a heterosexual, which was a major part of her toxicity. She is a top-tier gaslighter to her son. She doesn't actually consider Inn her friend. She uses feminist rhetoric to be homophobic. She manipulates every situation in her favor by using tears. I could write a list just about her being lead paint toxic, but the most fucked up part is that she got to ride off into the sunset with her son in the passenger seat being miserable, which is what she wanted. No other BL parent could reach her level. Korn and Gun from KinnPorsche exist, yet this woman would eat them alive without hesitation, then go throw a party for herself. She really is that bitch.

Yong Jie - HIStory 4: Close to You

I'm not going to bullshit around him being a whole ass problem. This motherfucker is the most controversial pick on this list, and I am well aware of why he is hated by the people, but the story told us he was the devil. The show treated everything he did like stalking, physical assault, and sexual assault as horrible, and he got knocked out for it. HIStory 4 is my favorite BL, ever, and part of it is because the story let this toxic motherfucker BE toxic. I love how much I hate him, and I love how much the story allows me to hate him.

So - House of Stars

This show was a mess, so I was not expecting this man to come out as THE toxic king to rule over every other toxic character. What made him so toxic is that I had no idea just how toxic he was until the exact moment I realized it, and that's why he is one of my favorites. He was sneaky. He was playing everyone against each other. He was letting the bodies stack up. He was Tan from Dead Friend Forever without anyone figuring out he was Tan. One person realized part of his plan, but even then, that person was not aware of how committed to the bit So was. This smile was the very last scene of the show, and it really proved that this boy ruined everyone's lives only to walk out of it completely unbothered. You know, king shit.

[st-eve-barnes]

You know that I'm no good (Chapter 10, the final one!)

(Modern Aegon x fem Reader, Modern Sihtric x fem Reader)

Summary: You want Sihtric. Aegon wants Skade. There's only one small problem: Sihtric and Skade are dating each other.

This chapter: You struggle with life after Aegon, and then you accidentally run into each other...

LAST CHAPTER! Thank you all so much for the love and the comments on this fic! Read the warnings for this chapter: depression/drinking/self harm. But also lots of fluff and smut ;)

Warning for the entire series: 18+ for explicit language and smut. Angst/comfort/fluff. Fake dating and so much mutual pining. Mentions of depression/drinking/self harm.

This is an Aegon x Reader fic with a bit of Sihtric x Reader on the side. I've wanted to write a modern AU that combines The Last Kingdom and House of the dragon for a while now so here it is!

Word count: +5800

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“How is he?” you asked hesitantly during your weekly lunch with Helaena. 

It was a few days after Sihtric had been in your apartment and you’d both said your goodbyes, for good this time. Since then your mind had only been occupied by one man and it wasn’t Sihtric.

You had been on the verge of feeling better, not thinking of Aegon constantly anymore, but then being with Sihtric had felt like a wake up call, reminding you of what you had been missing and now it hurt all over again, even worse than before.

“He’s as miserable as you are,” Helaena informed you,”He doesn’t even go out anymore, I haven’t seen him this sad in a really long time.”

Her words hurt your heart and you quietly sipped from your coffee, looking out over the river.

“Does that…make it easier on you?" Helaena asked as she played with the last piece of her pizza crust,"Knowing that he's suffering as well?"

“No. Actually…it only makes things worse. I don’t want him to feel miserable or sad," you confessed with a sigh,"It hurts me to think of him like that. I just…want him to be happy, if it’s not with me then...that's fine but...I just need him to be good. Can you please look out for him, Hel? I know you're not best friends but I need...I need him to be okay.”

Helaena stared at you for a moment and then her eyes widened with realization,”Holy shit, you fucking love him!”

You shook your head with a sad smile,”I thought we’d established that already.”

“No, I knew you were in love with him, I didn’t know…you loved him. Oh my god, babe.”

You nodded your head, trying to hold back your tears,”It doesn’t matter, Hel. He doesn’t love me back that way.”

“You know that’s not true.”

“Then why am I alone?” you shook your head and pushed back your tears, not wanting to give into them, not again, not after all this time fighting to get over him.

Helaena sighed,”Because he is an idiot.”

“Yeah, and you warned me about that. Fuck, he even warned me about it and I was still too stubborn to listen.”

“The heart wants what the heart wants.”

You nodded softly,“My heart was a fool, Hel.”

Helaena’s eyes met yours.“But he loves you too,” she insisted,”I fucking know he does, he’s just…being Aegon.”

“Yeah,” you sighed, feeling tears well up in your eyes. You knew you were going to break down if she even so much as mentioned his name again.

”Can we please talk about something else now?” you pleaded.

“I’m sorry,” Helaena shook her head,”Hey, wanna go out on Friday? Get really drunk and just dance the night away. No guys.”

You smiled and nodded your head,”That sounds nice actually. Especially that last part.”

“Good! It’s a date! With me, no guys!”

You laughed at her enthusiasm and squeezed her hand with a grateful smile. You would get through this, just as you had before, with Helaena’s help and a lot of patience.

All the love Aegon may or may not have for you didn’t change the outcome. He had made his choice, and it didn’t involve you.

So he no longer deserved your tears, it was time to focus on yourself this time.

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Winchester was a small city, you always knew it was bound to happen at some point, yet you were still totally unprepared for it when it eventually did. 

You were on your way to grab a quick bite to eat before meeting up with Helaena for your girl’s night that Friday when you ran into him.

He was just stepping out of the sushi shop the moment you wanted to walk in.

Both of you were instantly stopped in your tracks.

It was as if the world momentarily stopped spinning.

But it was only you and him who stood frozen in time.

“Aegon.” His name was but a whisper from your lips and at first he didn’t respond. All he did was stare at you, hands clasping the paper bag in his hands.

“Hey,” he finally managed, his voice soft and deep and so soothingly familiar. He still wasn’t able to tear his eyes away from you.

You were dressed to go out, wearing high heels, a long classy coat and your favorite black dress, the one you wore that night in the club, where Aegon touched you for the first time.  He was clearly dressed to stay in, wearing a comfortable, cozy hoody and baggy pants. 

The both of you couldn’t have looked any more different, like you didn’t belong together. The irony wasn’t lost on you.

Aegon’s long hair was gone, he was sporting a buzz cut now.

He looked so different, and yet very much the same. Your heart bled with the love you still felt for him, the love you’d been fighting so hard not to feel.

“You look beautiful,” Aegon spoke softly after a while, pulling you from your thoughts and giving you a hesitant smile.

“You cut your hair,” you remarked softly in return, making him smile brighter.

“Yeah, I thought it was time for a dramatic statement, post breakup. Something about a fresh start and all that shit.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his explanation and you realized how much you’d missed this, just talking to him and hearing his voice.

“It looks good on you,” you complimented him.

“Thanks,” he smiled, blushing and finally managing to break eye contact,”I should probably…leave you to your night then. You look like you have plans, so…”

Disappointment flooded your veins.

You‘d give anything for him not to go yet, but you didn’t have the words to make him stay. So you just nodded.

“Take care, Aegon, it was good to see you,” you gave him one last smile before turning your back to him, doing your utter best not to break down in tears right there. 

You stepped inside the shop and ordered your food, trying to think of Helaena and the fun night you two had planned. You couldn’t let this unexpected encounter upset you and ruin your girls night, you needed this now more than ever.

You paid for your order and grabbed your bag before heading out. As you were searching for your phone to text Helaena you suddenly froze again.

Aegon was standing right where you left him, looking at you with a sheepish, nervous smile on his face before he spoke,“I thought…since you ordered sushi, and I ordered sushi, maybe we could…find a spot by the water and eat it together, catch up? I mean if…you don’t have anywhere else to be right now…it’s fine if you…Fuck, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked that. You clearly have plans and you’ve moved on..I didn’t mean to…”

“I have some time,” you took a step closer to him, letting your eyes meet and he instantly stopped rambling when he noticed your smile.

“Yeah?” he asked hesitantly.

You nodded,”Yeah.”

He smiled relieved and you followed him to find a bench with a table near the river. Aegon opted to sit next to you instead of on the opposite side of the table. You knew it meant nothing but you couldn’t help but feel your heart make a little jump at his decision to sit closer to you.

You both opened your bags to take out the food and drinks and then started eating in silence. It felt surreal to just sit with him like this, as if these past months had never happened.

Aegon was the first to speak after a while,”You look really good. I know I already said that but…it’s good…I’m glad to see you’ve moved on.”

You turned to look at him in confusion,”Why do you keep saying that?”

“What do you mean?”

“That I’ve moved on, you've said it twice now and I don’t…I don’t know why you would say that.”

Because it was the furthest thing from the truth. If you looked good tonight it was just the dress and the make up, it was all superficial, and so fake. You hadn’t felt good in months and seeing Aegon tonight only confirmed that. You hadn’t moved on from him at all, all that time apart meant nothing, it hadn’t changed a damn thing, you still wanted him.

You would always want him.

You looked away from him and took another bite from your sushi, trying to keep it together.

This time Aegon was the one who was confused,“But I thought you and Sihtric…”

“Me and Sihtric?” you asked surprised,”There is no me and Sihtric, Aegon.”

“Oh,” he froze for a moment, staring at his drink,”I thought…I thought you two were together.”

“Why would you think that?”

“Because…I watched him leave your apartment one night.”

You stopped eating to look at him,”What were you doing there? Were you stalking me? You just happened to walk by the one time Sihtric was in my apartment?”

“One time?” he asked, clearly pleasantly surprised by that reveal.

You sighed,“Not the point, Aegs.”

“I’m sorry,” he avoided your eyes, guilt written all over his face,”I know I shouldn’t have done that. I just…I’ve wanted to come talk to you so many times, I just…always chickened out. And then I thought there was no point because…you were with him.”

He looked sad again and how on earth were you supposed to stay mad at him when he looked at you with those big, wet puppy eyes?

”Me and Sihtric tried but it didn’t work out," you explained.

Aegon opened his mouth to speak but nothing was coming out.

”I guess sometimes the thing you always thought you wanted…isn’t what you truly wanted after all,” you explained.

“Yeah,” he nodded quietly.

“What about Skade?” you asked.

”I never saw her again after that festival thing and…it’s like you said. She was never what I wanted.”

Aegon sighed and bit his lip, struggling with his next words.

How could he tell you he’d stopped caring about Skade the moment he kissed you? Or how badly he’d missed you every single day since you'd been apart? How could he tell you all he’d ever truly wanted was you? How could he say any of those things when he was the one who sent you away?

You both continued eating in silence.

“I want to apologize to you,” he said after a while.

“There’s no need, Aegs,” you shook your head.

“Yes, there is,” he insisted,”I was a real jerk and you had done nothing to deserve any of that. I’m sorry, for everything, I…it was never you, I need you to know that.”

He pulled his leg up on the bench so he could face you, the look in his eyes suddenly so soft you couldn’t look at anything else.

“I know,” you nodded.

“Good,” he breathed,”because…hurting you was the absolute last thing I wanted.”

“I know,” you whispered but your voice was shaking. Aegon’s hand moved to touch your arm but he pulled back at the last moment, making you crave his touch even more.

He was quiet again after that and you both finished the last of your sushi.

“So…how have you been?” you asked carefully after a while.

“I’m…okay,” he answered but then that sad smile appeared on his face again and he started shaking his head,”Actually…that’s a lie, It’s been…it’s been pretty shitty since you left, to be honest.”

“Since you told me to leave,” you corrected him.

“Yeah, I’m…I’m so sorry about that.”

“Are you?”

You both looked at each other, your gaze harder than you intended, preparing yourself for another disappointment and for him to shut down again as he always had before.

But then Aegon surprised you.

His voice was shaking when he answered your question,”I was so fucking happy when I was with you but…so fucking scared as well. That it was all going to go up in flames again and I would lose you because that’s what always happens. I always screw things up, I just can’t help it. I’m the one who lights the fire and then I cry when it burns.”

You kept your eyes on him but didn’t say a word, not wanting to interrupt him now that he was finally opening up to you.

“I’m messed up, Y/N,” he continued,”I’m so messed up and I’m never going to be normal. I just…didn’t want you to have to deal with any of that.”

“Deal with what exactly, Aegs?” you asked carefully.

He sighed deeply while softly nodding his head. You had never seen him this nervous before and it made your heart ache for him. You carefully reached out and placed your hand on his knee. Aegon's breath hitched at your touch.

“It’s okay,” you spoke softly, encouraging him,”You can tell me anything.”

You were about to take your hand back when Aegon covered it with his, keeping yours in place, his thumb anxiously tracing lines over your skin. His touch made your heart race.

“It’s just…a lot,” he spoke softly, avoiding your eyes and nervously biting on his lip.

“That’s okay, I can handle a lot,” you whispered and he let out a deep breath, trying to keep his calm before he started talking again.

“I’ve been depressed pretty much my whole life, even as kid I always felt…out of place, not good enough. When our parents divorced things only got worse. Aemond had always been so smart and determined and all that stuff just seemed to motivate him even more, it strengthened him. And Hel…well, she just lives in her own little bubble where everything is always fine, sometimes I think her imagination makes her stronger than all of us.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that.

“But for me,” he continued,”I couldn’t deal with it and…it made me hate the world even more. Hate myself even more.”

His hand was still holding yours and squeezing a little harder now. 

“By the time I was 14 I was depressed all the time. When I turned sixteen I started drinking, learned that alcohol was a really good way to shut off your brain, I got addicted real quick. Quit school and got into some trouble, some of it illegal but…when your parents own the city things like that disappear in a heartbeat, I could pretty much do whatever I wanted without any consequences, no one gave a shit. When I was seventeen I drank so much I ended up in a coma. I woke up after two days. Doctors said I was lucky to have gotten out of that alive but…I didn’t feel lucky, I wished they would have just let me die, I was so angry that they didn’t.”

Your heart was breaking but you didn’t dare speak now that he was pouring his heart out to you.

Aegon continued,“I moved out to live on my own shortly after that which…only made things worse because now there was no one to keep me in check. Helaena found me on the sidewalk of my apartment one night, totally out of it, she was scared shitless, she thought I was dead. After that mum put me up in the penthouse where I am now, gave me my own driver and housekeeper, just as a way to keep some control. And keep me alive, I guess. And things were okay for a while, Hel sort of adopted me into her friends group and took me out with her, thinking they might have a good influence on me and keep me on the right track but…I corrupted every single one of her girl friends.”

He gave a weak smile at those words and let his eyes meet yours,”That’s why she didn’t want me near you. Anyway, for me that was the start of a whole new social life. The parties were fun, the girls…let’s just say sex was an even better distraction than alcohol and when you combined the two…I fucked and drank my way through that year and it worked pretty well. But of course that didn’t last either.”

He took a few deep breaths, ignoring the tears that were starting to form in his eyes. He was rushing to get everything out before he wanted to give into those emotions.

“I tried to kill myself again,” he blurted out,”Nearly worked as well if it hadn’t been for Aemond finding me and rushing me off to hospital. I was forced to go to therapy after that, it was either that or they were going to keep me there so…I went. And I still go to this day because…well, I still need it and I probably always will. Those days when I didn’t contact you or came to see you…I wasn’t avoiding you or growing bored with you, I was with my therapist because…I was really struggling.”

He looked down and you watched as his tears finally fell.

“Why didn’t you tell me any of this, Aegs?” you whispered, surprised to find your own voice shaking with tears as well.

“Because…I didn’t want to burden you with any of that, and I…I didn’t think I could ever make you as happy as you made me.”

You were clinging to his hand, fighting to hold back your tears, trying to be strong for him.

“I don’t drink anymore though,” he then added with a sad little smile,” I’ve been sober for a year and three months now. I always get my own drinks at every party now because I need to make sure they’re alcohol free, it’s like…a placebo of some sorts, I guess. In the public eye I’m still the party boy and people don’t ask me questions about why I don’t drink. And I don’t have to explain to them why one drink can mess me up so bad. It’s just…easier that way.”

He looked up to meet your eyes,”Only Hel and Aemond know about this…and now you.”

His thumb was rubbing your hand again and it made a shiver run up your spine.

“Thank you for telling me. All of it, Aegs. It means so much that you trust me with this."

“Just thought you deserved to know, after…everything, you know.”

He leaned a little closer to you and you had to fight the urge to wrap your arms around him and never let him go again, but before you could even consider that Aegon was talking again.

“This is why I don’t have a job, or a relationship or even friendships that last very long because it’s just too hard for me to maintain. When I said I couldn’t be what you needed I…this is what I meant. I’ll never be the guy you can take home to your parents because I’ll either disappoint them or I just won’t show up. And you’ll never be able to start a family with someone like me or rely on me because…I can’t even rely on myself, let alone take care of someone else…you deserve someone who can give you all of that. Someone…like Sihtric.”

You sighed deeply.

“What about what I want?” you then asked, looking into his eyes and Aegon did nothing but stare back at you, surprised by your words.

You shook your head,”Have you ever asked me if I even want a family? Because I don’t, Aegs, I’ve never wanted kids, that is not…it’s not my dream or my goal. Neither is having a man to take care of me, I can take care of myself just fine.”

Aegon’s lips curled up into a smile at those words.”I know you can,” he whispered.

“Depression doesn’t scare me,” you then added, softer,”my shoulders are strong enough to let someone else lean on me, I can take it. And I don’t run when things get hard, you should know that by now.”

Aegon nodded and then all of a sudden he started crying uncontrollably, giving into all the emotions he’d been holding back, no longer caring to hide his tears from you.

Your hands reached for his hoodie, grabbing it to gently pull him closer to you. He followed your lead, carefully and a little hesitantly he buried his face into the crook of your neck, his tears warm and wet on your skin. When your arms wrapped around his shoulders in a soft hug he gave in and grabbed you waist to pull you close and hug you back, so tight and so hard it took your breath away for a moment but you didn’t care. You knew right then you would never let him go again.

“I’m sorry,” he sobbed against your skin,”I’m so sorry, sweetheart.”

You cried at his words and hugged him closer,”It’s okay, we’re okay, Aegs.”

You let him cry and held him through every last wave of it, caressing his back and hair as he kept clinging to you, until he eventually leaned back to look into your eyes. 

A soft smile played on his lips when you ran your hand through his short hair again.

“You like it short like this?” he whispered softly.

You nodded your head,”I love it, it really suits you.”

Your hand cupped his face and he closed his eyes and leaned into your touch, making your heart melt. 

“Aegs,” you whispered,”I…I…”

You struggled to find the words and Aegon opened his eyes, his gaze intense on yours when he asked softly,“Do you still want me?”

“Never stopped,” you whispered .

There were tears in his eyes again,”Even now? After everything I just told you…do you still?”

You nodded and then his lips were on yours in the softest all consuming kiss, taking what he’d been craving every single day since you’d left. It was slow and unhurried, not demanding anything other than this. You opened up for him, just as eager as you always had and Aegon took the opportunity to kiss you deeper.

You couldn’t recall how long you’d sat there, getting lost in his kisses, his eyes, his hugs, letting every lingering touch from him erase the time apart.

“Listen, I know you have plans tonight,” Aegon spoke softly after a while, taking your hand in his and kissing your knuckles,”But…can I take you out tomorrow? Just the two of us, no audience or distractions, I have a lot to make up for.”

”You can take me out tonight,” you smiled,”I’m sure Hel will understand something came up.”

***

After finishing the sushi you and Aegon went for a walk by the river, he bought you ice cream and held your hand and every few minutes he stopped your walk to pull you into another sweet kiss. You could feel your heart starting to heal little by little.

When he walked you to your apartment afterwards you didn’t even hesitate.

“Come up with me,” you breathed against his lips.

“You sure?” he asked,”We can take things slow if you want.”

You shook your head and grabbed his hoodie again,”I don’t want to take things slow. We’ve lost enough time.”

He smiled relieved, grabbing your waist to pull you up against him. “God, I’m so glad you said that,” he grinned,”Because I fucking need you.”

His lips claimed yours in another kiss, this one demanding and hungry, and he backed you up against the door, moving his mouth from your lips to your neck, open mouthed kisses marking your skin until your eyes closed in a soft moan.

He kissed your jaw and brought his lips up to your ear, his voice suddenly lower than before,”Better open that door or I’m taking you right here, sweetheart.”

Your hand was shaking as you unlocked the door, Aegon’s hands firmly on your waist, pressing himself up against your back until you took his hand and pulled him up the stairs with you.

He waited patiently until you opened the door of your apartment, as soon as you were inside his hands were back on you, pulling you into his embrace. You hugged him back and for a moment everything stopped.

You’d missed him so much and now he was here, clinging to you as if you were the most precious thing in his entire life. 

“Aegs,” you whispered, burying your face into the crook of his neck and breathing him in.

“I’m here, baby,” he soothed you, caressing your hair and hugging you tighter,”I’ll never leave you again, I promise.”

He cupped your cheek and leaned back to look into your eyes,”Wanna take this over to the couch?”

You shook your head and leaned into him, fingers digging into his shirt,”Not the couch…I need you in my bed.”

Aegon didn’t say another word as he followed you to your bedroom, his eyes never leaving you as he pushed you down onto the bed and kissed you, slow and deep, while his hands roamed all over your body, touching every little piece of you he’d missed so much.

He pulled down the straps of your dress and softly kissed your shoulder. ”You look so fucking gorgeous in this dress,” he whispered into your skin, pulling the fabric down even further to expose your breasts,”Fuck…I need you so bad, baby.”

His lips latched onto your breast, sucking softly while his hand massaged the other one. You moaned his name and grabbed at his shoulder, encouraging him to suck harder and your back arched off the bed when he did.

“Fuck,” you whined.

“That feel good?” he smiled.

“Hmm,” you bit your lip and moved your hand into his hair again, pulling him into another kiss.

His hand moved down your stomach to grab at the hem of your dress and push it up, exposing your panties to him. He was teasing you, caressing the inside of your thighs and your hips. Everywhere except where you ached for him the most.

“Please, Aegs,” you begged.

“Please what, my sweet girl?” he teased with that adorable smirk.

"Please touch me.”

He indulged you, moving his hand over your panties and teasing his fingers over your folds. Another satisfied grin on his face when he could feel you soaking through the thin fabric.

He kissed your neck while he moved two fingers over your clit, circling slowly.

“Take them off, please,” you begged.

“You’re so impatient,” Aegon purred, continuing to tease you though your panties while he whispered into your ear,”And your pussy's so fucking wet…she really missed me too, huh?”

“Please,” you whimpered, hating the fact that this was now the only English word you seemed to remember but you didn’t care, you just needed him.

Aegon kissed his way down your chest and then your stomach, lowering himself on the bed as he pushed your dress up even further.

“Where are you going?” you giggled.

”I think I have a few things to make up for, with her,” he grinned up at you and then pulled your panties down, shutting you up instantly and when his mouth landed on your clit you fell apart almost immediately.

“Oh fuck,” you whimpered, hands desperately clutching at the sheets as he started eating you out,”Aegon…oh my god…please…don’t stop…right there, yes…oh god…”

Every word and every moan slipping from your lips encouraged him to keep going and when he started fucking you with his tongue he could feel your entire body convulsing against him. He didn’t stop, holding you down while he pushed two fingers deep inside you, curling them just the way he knew you liked and pulling another orgasm from you. The way you kept crying out his name made his heart soar. 

He licked you through your orgasm before moving his way up again, locking eyes with you.

“I think she forgives me,” he teased with a cheeky grin, licking his lips and then finding yours in a deep, filthy kiss. 

“You’re so stupid,” you laughed into the kiss but reciprocated, tasting yourself on his tongue. After a while the kiss turned softer and sweeter and then he leaned back to look at you, a serious look in his eyes.

He grabbed your hand and held it up to his chest.

“Do you?” he then asked sweetly,”Forgive me?”

His voice was so soft and so sincere, even shaking a little as if he was afraid you would still say no and pull away from him in this moment. You were quick to nod your head and ease his worries,”I forgive you, Aegs.”

The relief flooding his features made you smile and he pressed his forehead against yours, making your heart beat uncontrollably fast when he whispered the next words.“I love you, sweetheart.”

You both stared at each other, no more hesitations on his face this time now that he finally gave into his feelings.

“I love you too, loser,” you whispered back with happy tears in your eyes, putting the biggest smile on his face.

“I love you,” he then repeated, putting soft kisses all over your jaw and then your neck,”Fuck, I love you.”

You both laughed and then you wrapped your arms around his neck to hold him close, bringing your lips up to his ear.”Can we fuck now? Please?”

Aegon nodded eagerly, quickly pushing his pants and boxers down to free his cock, the urgency suddenly overtaking you both. He teased you by dragging the head of his cock over your clit repeatedly, making you beg some more and then he was inside you, stretching your walls so perfectly you couldn't hold back your moans any longer.

His eyes met yours, holding your gaze as he slowly started thrusting.

“Keep looking at me,” he breathed into your mouth,”God…you look so beautiful like this…taking me so well, sweetheart…fuck…”

Your nails were digging into his shoulders when he started moving faster, hitting you deeper with every snap of his hips.

“Fuck,” he moaned,”Oh god, I won’t last, baby…it’s been too fucking long.”

“I know,” you nodded and whimpered,”It’s okay…let go…I’m close…I’m so close, Aegs…”

He kissed your neck, his pace picking up fast and it didn’t take long before he had you right there with him, sending you both over the edge in one of many orgasms that would follow that night.

***

Waking up with Aegon in your bed was the best morning of your life so far. His eyes were on you the moment you opened yours, finding him smiling adorably at you while he played with your hair.

“Morning, girlfriend,” he teased.

“Morning, boyfriend,” you grinned and turned on your side to face him,“Were you watching me while I was sleeping?”

He nodded softly, letting his thumb brush your cheek,“I was contemplating waking you up with a kiss, Sleeping Beauty style.”

You smiled warmly,“Why didn’t you?”

“I didn’t want to freak you out,” he explained while moving closer to you, one arm draped across your waist, pulling you into him,”Can I do it now?”

You nodded and he leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss while his hand moved underneath your top to caress your back. Goosebumps erupted all over your skin at his touch and you put your arm around him to hug him back.

“I could get used to waking up like this every morning,” you sighed happily.

“Me too,” he smiled before leaning back to look at you, fingers tracing patterns over your lower back.“I love you so much,” he whispered softly and your heart melted again.

“I love you too, Aegs,” you caressed his neck and his hair.

“I’m nothing like the princes in those fairytales though,” he then pointed out while looking at you, insecurity clouding his beautiful blue eyes again.

You shrugged.”Fairytales are overrated. Besides, why would I need a prince when I have a whole king?” you teased with a smile and much to your relief Aegon laughed.

“Hmm, King Aegon does have a nice ring to it,” he then said, softer, and he leaned in to place another kiss on your lips.

“Just promise me one thing,” you asked,”No, wait, two things.”

“Anything,” Aegon whispered.

“That you won’t let anything stop you from loving me this time.”

He kissed your jaw, slowly, and then your neck,”I won’t,” he breathed against your skin,”I love you. Today and tomorrow and every day after, whatever happens, I love you, sweetheart.”

You smiled and bit your lip when his hands moved down to your hips, pulling you up against him, letting you feel his morning erection.

“What’s the other thing?” he asked before placing more kisses in your neck, making you melt into him.

“I’m forgetting,” you breathed and closed your eyes in a heavy sigh when you felt his tongue caress the skin just below your ear.

Aegon halted his affections for a moment to look at you,”What’s the other thing, sweetheart?”

You held his gaze for a moment before you spoke, softly,“That you’ll let me love you…and you’ll accept that I love you exactly as you are.”

“Flaws and all, huh?” he whispered quietly.

“They’re not flaws to me, Aegs. They’re you. And there is no part of you I won’t love.”

He softly nodded and looked away from you for a brief moment. When he looked back up there were tears in his eyes.

“And when you’re feeling low I want you to know you can tell me,” you added,”So I can love you a little harder on those days. Can you promise me that?”

“I will,” he whispered and he leaned close to bury his face into the crook of your neck, his hands warm on your back while his tears spilled on your skin,”I will, I promise, I will.”

You hugged him close, wrapping your entire body around him, knowing with all your heart and mind you would never let him slip through your fingers again. And Aegon was clinging to you in return as well, putting more soft kisses in your neck and on your jaw to finally return to your lips where he lingered a little longer.

“I love you,” he breathed into the kiss, and he couldn’t help but smile because the words came to him so easily now, just like breathing. 

Loving you was the easiest thing in the world.

Letting himself be loved, that part was still very much a work in progress and probably would be for quite some time. But he was ready to try. And with every loving touch from your hands, every warm kiss and sweet affirming word from your lips Aegon was a little closer to loving himself as well.

[starwrighter]

I am not a baby!! (yes you are)

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(Chapter 14)

Damian was fighting for his life, for his dignity! Uproarious laughter rang in his ears, his siblings cheering for karma.

“This is the best day of my life!” Tim cried. “The tides turn! It’s a miracle!” 

“I let him win!” He defended, watching the hatchling swim around.

“Sure ya did,” Jason added sarcastically.

“He’s smaller than a Mesmer! You’d have to be an idiot to think I couldn’t defeat him!” The hatchling is tiny, likely twice as fragile as the rest of his clutch despite his ferocity. 

“Can we please not goad Damian into killing the guppy?” Dick admonished, the eldest being the only one of his siblings with sense. 

“I’m just saying, a hatchling got him to back off twice,” 

“I didn’t want to crush him!” He snapped, “What was I supposed to do?” Damian could’ve easily snapped his tail and thrown the hatchling away. He just didn’t want to hurt the guppy.

“I get it. Babies are a terrifying force to be reckoned with. We’re all glad you escaped with your life,” Jason teased with faux sympathy.

“He didn’t scare me! And he sure as the Lava zone didn’t defeat me,” He screeched, tail thrashing back and forth through the bright red grass of the grassy plateaus.

“Listen,” Tim started. I know how hard it is to admit defeat,”

“Of course, you know how to admit defeat Drake,” Damian interrupted. “But I wasn’t defeated, so I can’t relate,” He sneered. 

“It’s worse than we thought,” Tim replied sadly, “He’s in denial!” 

“I am not in denial!!” He roared, startling the hatchling. The hatchling fled his nest, swimming back into his egg.

A noxious cloud of decay spilled into the water. A putrid scent of death assaulted his senses. Worse than anything a gaslopod could shoot out but still appealing to the scavengers of the shallows. Blood clouding the water smelled too rotten to belong to the living hatchling but was similar enough to send his heart racing.

Often these eggs hatched one or two babies, the amount of viscera spread out through the shallows was enough to suggest two babies had been inside that egg. One child rotting before they even got a chance to hatch.

The living hatchling emerged alone once again… Depressing.

“What're we going to call him?” Dick asked.

“The girls would be pissed if we named him without them,” Jason added.

“They should’ve been here if they wanted to name him,” Damian said. “ They have no reason to be mad at us for their tardiness,” He finished. 

“Disrespectfully, I don’t want to die,”  Jason said.

“Can we at least discuss names?” Dick whined.

“You haven’t even met him!” 

“Only because you’re hogging him!” His older brother pouted.

“He’s very stab happy, would you rather I let him swim to you and attack a reaper on the way?” Damian sniped back.

“I’d rather you let us help you guard him,”

“No! I’m perfectly capable of watching a hatchling,”

“…but he stabbed you?”

“Just a scratch, barely a concern,” Damian defended, “A tiger plant could hit harder than he did,” 

“I for one, vote we keep the stabby teenager away from the stabby baby,” Tim suggested. 

“Shut up or I’ll teach him to stab you on command!” Damian sneered, cutting off the bond. He needed time to think.

Damian turned, but the hatchling was nowhere to be seen. His blood froze, gills flaring. No no no no no no no, he couldn’t be the one to lose this hatchling. Father would never trust him with anything ever again! Shooting over to the little one’s nest, Damian tapped on the barrier.

Tap…Tap…Tap…

Nothing

Tap…Tap…Tap

Again 

Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.Tap.

Faster, more consistent, he braced himself for the hatchling to shoot out and start mauling him again. Still nothing, not a peep or shuffle. 

He lost the hatchling.

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[tartigglez]

Hello tunblr user that I have NEVER spoken to before

Can I pretty please request dragon!zhongli doing dragon!Zhongli things

Like hoarding shiny things, and having a tail and hating random plants and squid 😭😭😭😭 idk I’m just hoping that something in this magically inspires your brain BUT feel free to ignore me

(I also really wanted to initiate ur ask box lol)

~ 🌷 anon <3

Why hello there tumblr user who i have also never spoken to! i hope this is uh,,, acceptable.

it was so hard to find a title for this oml

"my natural form...?"

zhongli x gn!reader

genre: fluff, pure unfiltered fluffiness, such fluff, many fluffitude

word count: 500-ish

tags: retail addict zhong bc we love to see it, possessive zhong, zhong hates fish zhong, protective zhong (hes a cutie patootie guys omgomomgomgomgogmogmHDKAJH), venti makes a cameo/reader is a traveller but not tHE traveller bc THEYRE MINORS I REFUSE TO WRITE THAT. thats kinda it

tw/cw: possessive dragon boi, it lowkey seems like lightly toxic behaviour but i think thats it

a/n: i wrote a little smol bit of this every night this week so its maybe a bit disjointed but whatever. this was fun to write ty tulip bb. zhongli is the cutest im so sOFT FOR THIS MAN AAAA. also send me asks, ples, pls, plsssssssss, pls.

dragon!zhongli who will buy pretty things without even realising that he quite literally has a retail addiction. will put things in random places in your house then get really confused when you move them. he keeps closely monitored stock of everything.

“darling, have you seen my golden vase anywhere”

“which golden vase?” 

“the one i purchased last week, at the market”

“i put flowers in it, it’s in the kitchen”

“okay, okay, good”

“you seem awfully worried about it”

“i am not, i simply… wished to know where it was… is all.”

“i see.”

dragon!zhongli who is lowkey possessive over you but refuses to admit it, also he feels that jealousy is not a good shade on him. But he’s a dragon, and you’re his most prized treasure, so it is only natural to him to protect you, right? it can’t be helped. he's got a really good sense of smell, so he can always tell who you’ve been around in the past few hours, but won’t tell you because he's afraid it’ll freak you out. 

(side note: he totally loves your scent and will compliment you on it all the time, like he’ll bury his head in your neck to calm himself down omg)

“my dear, who was with you earlier?”

“the guild had me teleport to mondstadt for a commission, why?”

“nothing my love, i simply- nevermind”

you look him in the eyes doubtfully

“tell.” 

“alright. you were with the anemo archon, yes?”

“i was. i was sent out to windrise to fight some hilichurls, i ran into him and he helped me defeat them, why?” 

“nothing, darling. the hilichurls didn’t hurt you, did they?”

“when has a hilichurl ever hurt me?”

“it is difficult to argue with that logic.”

dragon!zhongli who despite literally creating the harbour, refuses to go near the markets. he cannot stand the smell of the seafood that the merchants sell, so despite trying to “blend in” whilst in his mortal form, he will rarely be sighted outside the innermost parts of the city. 

“li’”

“yes, dear?”

“shall we take a stroll by the harbour? i have a free hour this afternoon and we should spend some time together. i haven’t spent much time with you this week, and i've missed you.”

“i have missed you too, love, however i think that-”

“you think?”

“i think that it is rather cold, down by the harbour. Shall we go to the teahouse instead?”

dragon!zhongli who is unconsciously protective of you in his sleep. he will wrap his tail around your form when cuddling, as a literal natural response. puts it around your waist and between your arms whilst spooning you so you can hug it like a teddy bear whilst he puts little kisses on your shoulders as you doze off. tells you the stories of years gone by as you sleep to vent his worries.

“li’”

“darling?”

“tell a story”

“must i?”

“yes, you must!”

“very well my dear, close your eyes.”

[cocogum]

The Great Wave - Chapter 4 Review

‼️ SPOILERS FOR THE CHAPTER ‼️

This might just be the weirdest chapter so far.

Because what just happened???

Meanwhile, far away from Aurora’s bullshit, we go to the borders of Amakna. And not gonna lie, I just feel genuinely surprised by that one town they got us to zoom in on.

You’re telling me that after all those centuries, there are still regions that haven’t been touched by ANY calamities?? Really? NO CALAMITIES?

First panel:

Elsewhere, on the borders of Amakna.

Spared from wars and natural cataclysms…

These people either live very far away from other regions like Frigost or their villages are just way too small to ever be noticed by danger itself. With all the stuff we’ve seen in the World of Twelve and how many disasters people have been in, it’s just so odd to see that there are still places in the world that have never been affected by anything before.

I don’t know why but just seeing these people having fun and enjoying life makes me sick.

Like what do you mean they’re not suffering or have never heard of any danger??? Don’t these people know what stress is???

People are even giving each other kamas as if it were nothing. They support each other and help no matter when or where they are or with who they are.

This is way too good to be true, they just HAVE to suffer.

And as if my prayers have been answered, here comes the part where it all goes to shit 🥰 Except that this wasn’t what I was expecting… AT ALL.

BECAUSE WHY IS JULITH HERE?!!??

And I STILL haven’t figured out who’s the dragon with the Ebony dofus! (he’s kinda sexy-looking tho ngl)

I refuse to believe that that’s Grougalorasalar because why on earth would he be the one to hate Yugo after he PURPOSELY JOINED IN OGREST’S CHAOS??? Bro is hating on a traumatized man who grew up in a day cuz he accidentally created a calamity but didn’t mention the fact that he himself PARTICIPATED IN A CALAMITY.

So for now I’ll just call him “the dragon”.

We can see how the dragon makes his appearance and immediately starts sucking out the souls of these villagers, which is not only a huge reference from the Dofus movie, where Julith has used that same technique with the exact dofus to try to revive her husband Jahash, but is also what the dragon is intending on doing by reviving Julith.

The only difference here however is that the dragon doesn’t seem to be nonchalant or even satisfied to steal their lives. He looks to be in misery at the idea of committing this action since we can see him shedding a tear at the lives he’s stealing. So we at least know he doesn’t entirely want to sacrifice a bunch of innocent people but for some reason has to.

Julith discovered that in order to revive Jahash, exactly 1000 souls needed to be stolen. Her findings have revealed that one person is equivalent to 1000 souls. As the dragon aimed to revive only Julith, it is likely that he actually sacrificed at least 1000 people from this town, which had been thriving until now.

What’s also shocking about this whole ordeal is that the reason why he came to this specific village was because Julith’s body had literally been under the ground this whole time.

These people had unfortunately been unlucky enough to have settled their homes over her body which resulted in the dragon using them as the perfect sacrifices to revive her.

But why bring back Julith?

Would the dragon be hiring her for a job? Julith used to be the guardian of the Ebony dofus so the dragon somewhat had a reason to bring her back but why now then?

Would he use Julith to make her fight Yugo?

Is that what this is all about? Or is there more to it? Also, would Joris be in the later chapters or the next volume to see her again after all those centuries?

This chapter gave us so many questions and very few answers. Because now that we know what the dragon intended to do with the village, we now have to wonder what he plans to do with Julith.

I don’t know about all of this but I do think it’s ironic that Julith got revived by the very same technique that she intended to use on Jahash only to refuse to go through the complete process at the last minute.

[allisonbaelfire]

Amethyst. - PART 15

The UA Sports Festival was over, but its effects still lingered in the air like a heavy fog. As we returned to our normal routines, the atmosphere in Class 1-A was subdued. The usual energy and chatter had been replaced with quiet reflection. It felt like everyone was processing what had happened, myself included.

I walked down the hall, my thoughts a jumbled mess. The fight with Bakugo, the power of the Ice Dragon, and everything else still reverberated in my mind. I could feel the stares—some filled with fear, others with awe—following me wherever I went. The shift in how people saw me was unsettling. I had felt this before, back when I was still Amethyst, but now it was sharper, more tangible.

Some students kept their distance, the fear on their faces barely concealed. Others, mostly younger kids, looked at me with wide eyes, fascinated. I heard whispers about dragons, their excitement almost tangible. But the admiration felt hollow, contrasting sharply with the cold detachment I’d become used to.

And then there was Shoto. Since the festival, he seemed to hate me even more. He wouldn’t talk to me, whether at school or at home. I’d catch him glaring at me, but when I tried to approach him, he would turn away, colder than ever. Maybe nothing had changed at all—maybe the distance between us was always going to be there.

Mr. Aizawa’s voice cut through the quiet murmur of the classroom, snapping me out of my thoughts. “Listen up. Today, we’re deciding on your hero identities—your code names.”

The announcement stirred a bit of excitement among my classmates, breaking the tension. I could see the spark of anticipation in their eyes. Picking a hero name was a big deal, a step closer to becoming the heroes we all aspired to be.

“For most students, this isn’t something you need to worry about until your second or third year,” Mr. Aizawa continued, “but our class is different. With the Pro-Hero draft picks coming up, you need to decide now. Especially the top five from the Sports Festival. You’ll also be attending the Pro-Hero Ball this weekend. It’s a rare opportunity to mingle with pros and start considering where you want to intern.”

The mention of the ball made my heart skip a beat. It was a reminder of how high the stakes were now, how much attention was on us. I didn’t have to ask to know who the top five were, but when Mr. Aizawa announced the numbers, it still felt surreal.

“Shoto Todoroki: 4,123 invitations. Katsuki Bakugo: 3,556. Fumikage Tokoyami: 2,367. Y/N Todoroki: 1,987. Tenya Iida: 300.”

The words washed over me, and my mind spun. Nearly two thousand invitations… from pros who had seen what I could do—and still wanted me?

As Mr. Aizawa continued, the room buzzed with excitement. My classmates began brainstorming their hero names, eager to choose their identities. Ms. Midnight had to give final approval, so one by one, my classmates proudly shared their names. Bakugo, of course, insisted on “King Explosion Murder,” despite the collective groans from the class.

But as the minutes passed, I just stared at my blank page. “Amethyst” lingered in my mind, but I couldn’t bring myself to write it down. Amethyst was who I used to be—back when I was a pro-hero. But now? I didn’t know. I wasn’t sure who I was, or who I wanted to be.

Days passed, and while everyone else proudly sported their new hero names, I remained undecided. It was hard to explain, even to myself, why I struggled so much with this. Choosing a name felt like committing to an identity, to a future I wasn’t sure I was ready to embrace.

Denki noticed. He always did. A few days after the name exercise, he approached me during a break.

“Hey, Y/N,” he said, sliding up beside me with his usual grin. “Why haven’t you picked a hero name yet?”

I hesitated, unsure how to put the confusion inside me into words. “I just… I don’t know who I want to be,” I finally admitted, my voice quieter than I intended.

Denki’s grin faded into something more serious. I wasn’t used to seeing that side of him. “You don’t have to figure it all out right now, you know. But… you were Amethyst before, right? Why not keep it?”

“I’m not sure if that name fits me anymore,” I said, my voice strained. “Amethyst was who I was, but now… I don’t know.”

Before Denki could respond, I heard footsteps behind us. I turned to see Shoto, his eyes locked on me. He had overheard the conversation. For a moment, I thought he might say something, but he just turned and walked away, his expression unreadable. My heart sank as I watched him go.

_________

Later that evening at home, I stayed in my room, trying to drown out the world with music. The day had been heavy, and I needed to escape. But then there was a knock at my door—unexpected and confusing. No one knocked on my door, least of all Shoto.

I opened the door, shocked to see him standing there. The last time Shoto had come into my room, he was just a little boy, and we were still close. Now… things were so different.

“You finally want to talk?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“This was a mistake,” Shoto muttered, already turning to leave.

But I wasn’t going to let him go that easily. I stepped forward and grabbed his arm, stopping him. “Wait.”

He paused, tense but didn’t pull away.

“Why?” His voice was quieter now, hesitant. “Why can you use your fire so well, but you chose not to for so many years? And why are your flames purple?”

His questions caught me off guard. For the first time in a long time, I saw genuine curiosity in his eyes—a need to understand. Maybe this was his way of reaching out, trying to mend the gap between us.

I took a deep breath, my mind racing. “While you were being trained by Father, I was trained by Toya.” I kept it vague; the whole truth was too painful, too heavy to share. But it was enough for now. Shoto’s expression softened, just slightly, as he accepted my answer.

“I wanted to talk to you about the Pro-Hero Ball,” Shoto said, his voice steadier now. “Father wants us to go as a family, wearing something that probably fits well to him. But… if you want, we can go without him. We can wear something that fits us.”

I blinked, surprised by his offer. It was the first time Shoto had ever suggested defying Father. Slowly, I nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

Before he left, Shoto turned to me again, his eyes searching mine. “Keep your hero name,” he said quietly. “It fits your flames. And… you get to decide who you want to be.”

Then he was gone, leaving me standing in the doorway, his words echoing in my mind. For the first time in a long time, I felt a flicker of hope. Maybe I didn’t need to find a new name. Maybe Amethyst was still a part of me, a part I wasn’t ready to let go of.

__________

Shoto had already told Fuyumi about our plan. We weren’t going to attend the Pro-Hero Ball with Father. Instead, we’d go on our own terms, wearing something that represented who we were, not just as Endeavor’s children. To my surprise, Fuyumi loved the idea.

She was so excited that she insisted on helping me find the perfect dress. After school on Friday, she picked me up, nearly bouncing in the driver’s seat as we headed to the mall.

“I’m telling you, Y/N, you’re going to love this!” she said, practically dragging me inside.

I gave her a skeptical look as we entered. “I’ve never really been much for dresses,” I muttered, feeling out of place under the bright fluorescent lights. I was used to patrolling this mall at night, not browsing for ballgowns in the daylight.

Fuyumi waved me off. “You’ll find something, trust me. And when you do, you’re going to knock their socks off. Especially Shoto’s.”

“Shoto doesn’t care about this stuff,” I said with a sigh as we wandered through the first store. “And I don’t either.”

Fuyumi turned to me, hands on her hips. “It’s not about them. It’s about you. It’s about showing up as you. This ball isn’t just about looking good; it’s about showing everyone who you really are outside of Father’s shadow.”

That hit me harder than I expected, and I didn’t know how to respond. So I just nodded, letting her guide me from store to store.

We tried on what felt like hundreds of dresses, each one rejected with a shake of Fuyumi’s head. I wasn’t used to all this attention, and by the fifth store, I was ready to call it quits.

You’ve got to try this one, Y/N,” Fuyumi urged, holding up the ice blue dress with shimmering crystals.

I hesitated at the sight of it. It was beautiful, sure, but it felt so far from who I thought I was. I wasn’t used to standing out like this, not outside of battle. Still, Fuyumi’s excitement was contagious.

“Fine,” I mumbled, taking the dress.

When I stepped out of the dressing room, Fuyumi’s reaction was immediate. “Oh my god… Y/N, you look incredible.”

I glanced at the mirror, barely recognizing myself. For the first time in a long time, I felt… like myself, and yet… not quite. The reflection felt like a stranger. Was this who I really was now?

_________

The day of the ball arrived faster than I had expected. Fuyumi came over early to help me get ready. She styled my hair with careful precision, humming softly to herself as she worked. I shifted awkwardly in my seat, unused to this kind of pampering.

“You don’t have to do all this,” I muttered, glancing at the elaborate setup she had brought with her—curling irons, hair pins, makeup.

“Nonsense!” she said, waving me off. “This is your night. You deserve to look and feel your best. Besides, it’s not every day my little sister gets all dolled up.”

I rolled my eyes but couldn’t help smiling a little. “You know I’m not great with… compliments.”

Fuyumi paused, meeting my eyes in the mirror. “I know. But you should start getting used to them, Y/N. You’re amazing, and it’s okay to let people see that.”

Her words caught me off guard, and I didn’t know how to respond, so I just stayed quiet, letting her work her magic.

Meanwhile, Natsuo was upstairs helping Shoto with his tie. I could hear Shoto’s muffled protests as Natsuo teased him about not knowing how to tie it properly.

“You could just wear a clip-on, you know,” Natsuo was saying, laughter in his voice.

“Shut up, Natsuo,” Shoto grumbled, but I could hear the faintest hint of amusement in his tone.

By the time I was ready, Fuyumi stepped back, her eyes misting up as she took in the final result. “You look… beautiful,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

I shifted uncomfortably, unused to such open affection. “Uh, thanks,” I mumbled, trying to avoid her gaze.

She smiled and helped me down the stairs. Shoto and Natsuo were waiting at the bottom, deep in conversation. They didn’t notice us until Fuyumi cleared her throat.

Natsuo looked up first, his jaw dropping. “Y/N… wow. You look… wow.”

Shoto’s eyes widened slightly when he looked up. “You look… nice,” he said awkwardly, trying to form a compliment.

“Thanks, I guess,” I said, smiling a little at his awkwardness.

Fuyumi drove us to the venue, her hands gripping the steering wheel with excitement. “I can’t wait for everyone to see you two. You’re going to make a statement—together.”

As we pulled up to the venue, Fuyumi turned to Shoto, raising an eyebrow. “Shoto, help your sister out of the car. That dress isn’t exactly easy to move in.”

Shoto rolled his eyes but reluctantly got out of the car. Fuyumi and I both assumed he wouldn’t actually help, so when he walked around the car and opened my door, we were surprised.

“Here,” he said, offering his hand.

I hesitated for a second before taking it, allowing him to help me out of the car. The fabric of the dress made moving tricky, and I appreciated the unexpected gesture.

“For tonight—peace,” Shoto said quietly, placing my hand on his arm as we prepared to enter the ballroom.

I smirked slightly. “Peace.”

________

The moment we stepped through the grand doors of the ballroom, I could feel the shift in the air. Eyes turned towards us, whispers spreading like wildfire. The entire room seemed to pause as people took in our presence.

“That must be Endeavor’s kids.”

“Look, it’s Amethyst… I heard she’s not a pro-hero anymore. Probably because of that dangerous quirk. Did you see her at the Festival?!”

The weight of their stares and the whispers made my stomach churn. My grip on Shoto’s arm tightened as I fought to keep my composure. I glanced at him, hoping he hadn’t noticed how tense I was, but of course, he did.

“You’re fine,” Shoto said quietly, his voice steady, meant to reassure. “Just ignore them.”

I nodded, trying to take comfort in his words, but the tension in the room was suffocating. And then, just as I thought I might break under the pressure, I felt someone take my free hand.

I looked to my left, my eyes widening in shock. Katsuki Bakugo was standing beside me, his expression fierce, as always.

“Katsuki…?” I whispered, confused.

He didn’t look at me, his eyes scanning the room as if daring anyone to say something. “You’re shaking, Frostburn,” he muttered, his grip firm. “Get a grip.”

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This is the dress I imagined Y/N to wear that evening. Let me know what you think about this Part and the Story so far, I'm always happy to read your comments! <3

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[sl33py-day]

SAGAU Yet They messed up the gender

What I mean by that is everyone, the archons the people even the traveler themselves, thought the creator was a girl, a female. But the creator is a boy, they got it wrong.

In this idea you are teleported into genshin and you didn’t think much of it. To find out what AU you are in you decided the most stupid but ok-ish idea. You cut yourself to see if your blood is gold or not. Well lo and behold it’s fucking gold like the sun.

Not really wanting to handle the responsibilities of the creator, and because you just don’t want to talk to people. You decided that you’re just gonna get a job and make sure you don’t get hurt! What’s so bad about that?

It’s bad once you realize the only thing you’re good at and enjoy is cooking. People like your cooking in your world and maybe they will in genshin. So you opened a restaurant in Liyue and as soon as one person ate your food people would come and eat your food.

As time went on the traveler and paimon arrived in Liyue to help with the archon situation. It was funny to say the least. You were working at the restaurant when the rite of dissension happened. People were buying your Chocolate Italian soda that people seemingly love when the dragon fell from the sky. Everyone gasped In shock while you whispered a small “Oh shit.” Watching from where you are, you saw Aether run away and pass by your restaurant.

“Welp, we all know how this ends. Childe is gonna be a child and have a messy tantrum.” You muttered while wiping the tables, people just looked at you weird but didn’t question anything. Rumors started about how they are keeping the archon or whatever you didn’t pay attention when people gossiped in your workplace.

After a long day of many many random Karen’s and people flirting cause they’re lonely you closed the shop. Walking home you passed Zhongli without noticing him but he noticed you. His amber eyes closed a bit as he followed your figure pass by him.

Once again after the whole archon thing happened and many visits from Aether and paimon, who you became friends with. People started to go back to normal meaning that work is gonna get even busier. Aether still made time to come and see how you’re doing and Zhongli started to come by with Childe making him pay for his food.

Today work was a bit slow and Aether was here so you decided to just talk to him for the time being. You both talked about different things from favorite food to if a cat and a frog can be friends. The two of you had a small friendly fight over it that almost ended with you throwing a chair at Aether.

“Uh, M/n have you heard about the news?” Paimon spoke up when she saw the h/c male reach for the chair. Aether thanked paimon for saving his life for a moment before seeing M/n smile that is almost saying ‘I will throw the chair at you but not right now’.

“No? What’s the news?” The floating girl gasped in shock when he responded. “Paimon can’t believe that you haven’t heard! Her grace is gonna arrive to Teyvat tomorrow! There’s gonna be a HUGGEEE celebration!” She threw her arms high in the sky towards the end of her sentence as her and Aether did not noticed M/n freeze for a minute. But after awhile he just chuckled nervously when it got to quiet.

“I can’t wait for that to happen…!” His voice sounded a little fake but what is he supposed to say? “I’m sorry, you got the gender wrong and I’ve been here for years now!” He just started to actually enjoy his life! Hell he’s even dating a guy named Akashi! You continued to sulk in you mind once Aether and Paimon left.

It’s the middle of the next day and people were waiting for ‘her’ holiness to arrive. Some people got food and drinks others got presents to give to the creator. You noticed that a small flash of red ran passed you with a blond haired male following after as panic flashed across his face.

“Excuse me sir, have you by chance seen a small blonde and red eyed girl pass by?” He asked and you nodded pointing to the direction Klee went. He thank you with a smile before running off. Sounds of people whispering where heard and yells of angered men was thrown here and there. Ah, they realized that the Creator isn’t gonna come. Welp that’s sad.

“Hey love, do you think her holiness is actually gonna come?” Your boyfriend Akashi walked up to where you were with a smile. His black hair was curly and his red eyes looked like pools of blood or roses you like both. Smiling back to him before shrugging your shoulders.

“I don’t know ‘kashi, maybe they got something wrong?” Your e/c held some sort of mischief in them as you looked at Akashi. The red eyed male only looked at you with a curious gaze before laughing softly. He loved that you were mischievous at times and kind at others. He sat next to you as you leaned against him.

“Like the date?“ Akashi asked as he watched people start to freak out while the Archons tried to calm them down. Humming in agreement before sighing. “I gotta get going home. I’m tired from the days work.” Akashi offered to walk you home but you gently said no. Well gently shouldn’t be the right word…..you did try and throw a chair at him when he asked again.

Walking through the crowed of people not noticing someone pull out a small knife. You walked by that person and got cut deep enough that gold blood began to drip out slowly. You didn’t realize as quickly as everyone else because people started to gasp.

“The creator!”

“She’s actually here!”

“Wait….That’s not a girl. The creator is a boy!”

People began to yell out that they found the creator and how the Archons were wrong about the gender. Venti was the first archon to get to you, his eyes widen in shock before his face was covered in red.

“Your grace! We are so very sorry for getting your gender wrong! How should we ever repay such a price!” He said as he knelt down with the other archons and everyone near by following after him. You only looked at them then where Akashi was sitting. He looked shocked yet happy, he was dating the creator for Celestia sake!

“You don’t have to do anything…..uh. I’ve been here for a few years anyways.” Once you said that the archons gasped in shock then immediately felt guilty for not noticing that the all might creator was and has been here for years without them knowing.

Zhongli or the geo archon spoke up after minutes of silence. “If anyone has been rude to you the past few months or years we can get rid of them for you.” He said that with such truth that it makes you scared that even if you say no he will look to see if anyone was mean to you. Calmly, or nervously, you said that it was fine and no one has been mean to the point of killing.

Venti started to hug you out of nowhere and began to get all touchy. For example he was rubbing his face against your arm. He or anyone else who didn’t know you before you were found out didn’t know you were dating someone. Aether knew and was jealous even before this whole event happened, but know he was extremely jealous and outraged. He should’ve killed that guy long ago!

“Uh, Barbato’s,” Venti’s face was even more red after hearing you say his archon name. “Can-Can you get off me? I’m dating someone and this feels like I’m cheating…” it seemed like everyone froze the once happy look in Ventis eyes went away and was replaced with a darken look. He looked up at you before asking who’s dating you.

“Hey Love! Didn’t know this would happen!” Akashi walked through the crowd as people made a path for him. Red eyes met blue ones both looked at the others with a burning hatred. Oh and Akashi is taller than Venti, he’s about 6’1.

It seems like the archons and all the devotes hated the guy and the same could go for Akashi. I mean, Akashi didn’t even know that you were the creator and still loved you. While everyone else was only gonna love you because you’re the creator.

[ladyodium]

TW: Abuse, child abuse

(I would like to say, I am not defending anyone’s actions. I also asks that you respect my opinion, we don’t have to agree but don’t be crazy. I am also discussing the show, I know what happens in the books.)

“I have sinned.”- Alicent Hightower

“I do not wish to hear it”- Otto Hightower

Team Green and their family dynamic are so interesting to me. It’s the cycle of abuse that keeps on giving. I haven’t seen a single Team Green member break from this cycle.

It’s starts with House Hightower, in specific, the expectations that are put on Otto Hightower by his family since he became the hand. He is expected to bring the Hightower blood upon the throne and is also the most powerful man next to the King.

He’s strictly religious and despises the customs of the Targaryens, but he stays because he knows that eventually he can use his own pawns (children and grandchildren) to intermix with the Targaryen blood and put Hightowers on the throne. He doesn’t really care for his daughter’s emotional needs, he manipulates her and forces her to act on the houses behalf. He’s constantly plotting on his next move and is honestly maybe one step ahead of everyone else. He doesn’t discuss his plans with his daughter, who is queen. The only time she’s clued in is when he whispers threats of death about what will happen when Rhaenyra takes the throne.

Alicent Hightower is a victim and an abuser. These two things can simultaneously be true. She’s a victim of her father’s abuse and the expectations of being a woman in a world ruled by men. Even when she has power, she never goes against the men who inflict the pain. Instead she uses her power to inflict that same pain onto other women and her own children. We see how she suffers as a victim to further push her father’s ambition and we also see how she’s an abuser. She inflicts punishments on Rhaenyra for simply fighting against the system in place, she hits her children, she isolates them from Rhaenyras children and she constantly tells them that Rhaenyra will kill them all if she takes the throne. She sets the same expectations her father places upon her onto her children, and we see how that affects each of her kids.

Aegon- the son the realm wanted but to Alicent he will always represent her stolen childhood, her stolen innocence, her stolen life she could have had. Aegon was expected to be the perfect prince, a king. Alicent can’t even pretend to comfort him when he’s crying for his dead child. She feels these immense sense of guilt, but she can’t even offer her son a simple act of kindness. She leaves.

Helaena- Helaena is the only daughter Alicent has and you’d expect her to protect her daughter from the very same fate she was put upon. No, instead she finds her own daughter strange. She doesn’t understand that Helaena is a dragon dreamer because she herself never wanted to dabble in the Targaryen customs. She finds Helaena strange and thinks her simple, which is a terribly thing to think of your own kid. She can’t bond with Helaena at all, she tries and fails. She never tries to get to know her children and she gets frustrated when they aren’t acting like she expect them to act.

Aemond-Aemond is a very special case. He would be considered the favorite child simply because he’s dutiful like his mother. Alicent doesn’t have to worry about Aemond because he does as he’s told. He’s the perfect prince. Aemond is the only child (before his eye was taken) that meets Alicents expectations. When Aemond’s eye is taken we really see how resentful he becomes. Alicent can’t even recognize her own son anymore. 

Not only does the cycle of abuse continue but we see how the characters also abuse themselves. Alicent picks at her fingernails as a punishment, Aegon drinks himself silly, Helaena shuts down and Aemond becomes resentful. They find ways to not only abuse others but themselves at the same time.

From Otto, to Alicent, to Aegon, to Helaena, to Aemond.

It’s really funny to me because the ONLY reason that Team Green is fighting together is because they all have a common enemy; Rhaenyra. However, even with a common enemy in place they still are fighting amongst themselves. It’s a cycle that never stops turning.

It makes me wonder, what was the last act of kindness that they received?

[strawberrycarat]

I love the fact that conscientiously and unconsciously Daemon KNOWS Aemond is the key to destroy the greens.

Like in the beginning of the season, he wants to go with Rhaenys to get Vhagar and Aemond (let’s not forget Meleys and Caraxes are the most experienced war dragons team black has - they could handle Vhagar, perhaps with some issues, of course, but they had some opportunity, unlike the other dragons). I don’t know why all the others seem to underestimate Aemond and Vhagar (like when Daemon says what if Rhaenyra finds them when she was looking for Luke’s body and Rhaenys answers that she would feel sorry for Aemond… like??? Syrax is no match for Vhagar and since we haven’t seen Rhaenyra fighting skills, I would dare to say she’s not match to Aemond either)

And in this ep, we see Daemon following Aemond in Harrenhall, so he knows Aemond is the missing piece of this war. I mean, they don’t attack King’s landing BECAUSE Vhagar and Aemond are protecting the city, even with tb 5 dragons (Rhaenys, Rhaenyra, Baela, Jace, Daemon… all of them have one and they could easily go after them - like 2 could attack Sunfyre and 3 Vhagar, idk - yeah, yeah, I know Rhaenyra didn’t want Dragons fighting, but in this scenario, they might stood a chance)

I also loved the fact Daemon followed Aemond just to find himself with an eyepatch. He knows Aemond is some sort of reflection of what he was and he is and, as Ewan’s decision to take the coin as a reminder of Daemon (genius) this was a good scene of what will come next for these 2 characters.

As a book fan, I don’t particularly like some of the decisions in the show, but I can see they’re definitely preparing the ground for THE DANCE OF THE DRAGONS (Vhagar/Aemond fight with Caraxes/Daemon) it’s going to be EPIC, I know it.