#be at peace little seahorse

[draconic-desire]

A Dance With the Dragon II — Mates

Yandere Neuvillette x Reader

[Part I] [Part II — You are here] [Part III]

Neuvillette brings you to your new “home”, which also comes with new challenges.

Warnings: Emotional manipulation, forced imprisonment, Neuvillette accidentally goes a little feral here, brief non-con at the end

One of the first things Neuvillette did was move you from the apartment at the Palais Mermonia (your prison for the past four centuries) to his personal residence. Securing his palms to your waist, he teleported you directly into the foyer of the massive home.

The interior was splashed with blues and whites that matched the Chief Justice’s own color palette. The upper walls were decorated with friezes depicting various marine creatures, from floating otters (how ironic) to bobbing seahorses. A grand spiral staircase led to the upper floor, while a set of double French doors connected the foyer to a massive living room adorned with plush love seats and armchairs, tasteful artwork of Fontainian landscapes, and enormous windows that overlooked the sea. It appeared the house was set into a cliffside, with the waves battering the rocks far beneath you.

You paced into the living room, running your hand along the blue silk couch cushions. To your left, a door led out to what appeared to be an inclosed courtyard with a miniature fountain. To the right was a closed door, a familiar dragon carved into its exterior. Your arm burned in resonance.

Though you were loathe to admit it, the place was beautiful.

“Do you like it?”

Shifting your gaze to him, it was clear that Neuvillette was desperate for your approval. Ever since he let you outside to discover the true length of your imprisonment, you had rarely spoken a word to him. Clearly, your silence had done a number on him, as the normally composed man was fidgeting nervously.

When you kept quiet, Neuvillette cleared his throat. “I admit, part of why things took so long was due to my insistence that everything be perfect for your arrival. I rearranged our bedroom perhaps a dozen times, and I couldn’t for the life of me decide what your personal room should entail.” When you glanced out towards the fountain, he coughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Ah, that was a…sentimental addition. It makes me think of how we met.”

You’d never forget that Archons-damned fountain. If only you hadn’t been so naive. Hydro Dragon, Hydro Dragon, go away.

Neuvillette extended his palm towards you in what appeared to be both a peace offering and an order. “Shall I give you a tour?”

Suddenly your feet appeared very interesting. What were you supposed to say? This technically was your home now, like it or not. You’d become painstakingly familiar with it with time. Although you weren’t imprisoned within the Palais as before, your new life still promised shackles nonetheless.

“Could you just show me my personal room?” You sighed. “I’d prefer to just rest after that.”

Neuvillette smiled softly, relishing the sound of your voice. “Of course.”

Twisting his fingers through your own, he led you towards the dragon door. Once again, your hidden tattoo pulsed with energy. It felt like a pull forward, a welcoming embrace. You realized then that there must be some sort of warding spell on this room, likely meaning only you and your captor could enter.

Marvelous.

Pushing the door open, Neuvillette swept his arm gracefully through the entrance. “After you, my love.”

You stepped in and immediately went still.

For in every direction around you was rows upon shelves upon stories of books.

Neuvillette had build you your own personal library.

And not just that. You noticed that entire sections pertained to your personal interests—marine biology, photography, even your personal favorite genres of novels. A separate door labeled Dark Room promised an avenue for you to pick up photography again. Similar couches and chairs as the living room were arranged around a huge coffee table, and a cracking hearth added to the cozy atmosphere.

Your throat bobbed. You had always dreamed of owning a room like this, a place where all your passions converged. But to have it under these circumstances…you didn’t know how to react, torn between frustration and a grateful little voice in the back of your head that you buried at once. No, I didn’t earn this. I don’t want this. It was forced on me.

All you could choke out was, “This is…mine?”

“Down to the last book.” You could hear the pride in his voice. “I spent the most time on this room. Over a century to get it right.”

You startled. A century? Your heart stumbled, but your hands fisted by your sides. So much given, yet what had it cost you?

Shaking your head, you simply said, “I’d like to be alone.” Connecting your eyes with his, you could see his hurt, the expectation of a grand reaction on your part that you refused to indulge.

However, the look was quickly wiped from his face, for he must have seen something broken in your facade. A muscle in his jaw feathered as he approached you, a gloved hand stroking your cheek. “I understand you must be overwhelmed. I’ll leave you to explore,” Neuvillette said, placing a kiss on your forehead before heading for the exit.

“Neuvillette?”

Said man turned back towards you, a hopeful look in his eyes.

“Why me?” You grabbed your arm where the shadow of your draconic tattoo hid. “Why…all this?”

His gaze immediately softened. “My dear, we have centuries for me to show you.”

~*~

It was times when Neuvillette was vulnerable that it was hardest to hate him.

He had returned home after a long day at court to find you sitting in the courtyard on the edge of the fountain, peering up at the night sky as if the stars held some answers. Moonlight bathed you in an ethereal glow, and if he didn’t already think you a goddess, he would have pledged himself to you then and there.

You hadn’t noticed him yet, too involved in your own thoughts. True to his word, Neuvillette had given you time and space to enjoy your new (cage) home. You had to admit, it was a major upgrade from the Palais, and you knew the Iudex would continue to let you explore Fontaine, if you tolerated his presence beside you. However, you knew this dance wouldn’t last—it was only a matter of time before Neuvillette expected something in return. It was abundantly clear that he desired your affections, but how far would he go in order to sway you? To fully make you his?

A sea breeze whipped around you, eliciting an involuntary shiver to rip up your spine.

A sudden warmth enveloping your form brought you back to reality. Blinking in surprise, you peered up to see the Chief Justice smiling softly at you, his purple irises sparking with longing and care. His elaborate attire was gone, leaving only his pale undershirt.

He’d given you this coat.

“I…thank you,” you mumbled, averting your eyes from the man.

“Do my ears deceive me? Did my dear (Y/n) actually acknowledge me?”

Your grip on his robes tightened. “Don’t mistake my words for kindness. I haven’t forgotten what you are.”

A sigh. “Despite what you may believe, I’m not a monster.”

You deadpanned. “You’re quite literally the Hydro dragon.”

“Archons above,” Neuvillette whispered, glancing up at the sky as if it held the key to winning your heart. “I was referring to a monster in the definition you humans use.”

“What? You mean like a man who would kidnap and imprison an innocent person—”

“Considering you are not in the Fortress of Meropide, I’d hardly consider this imprisonment.”

“What, have I offended you?” A scoff left escaped you. “If you want to play house, at least own up to your actions. Don’t pretend you’re some sort of gentleman.”

Neuvillette was silent for a beat, his mouth a thin line. Unexpectedly, his muscles relaxed as he released his tension. He lowered his large frame, taking a seat next to you. “You’re right.”

You sketched a brow in surprise.

Neuvillette trained his eyes on his palms, facing upwards in his lap. “I understand neither what it means to be human, nor what it means to be a god. I was given this duty to protect and uphold the laws of Fontaine, and yet I cannot save those who need it most.” His fingers formed fists, and his lids closed solemnly. “Carole, Vautrin…all of the others I have failed…”

You worried your lower lip. Although he had already informed you of his friends’ fate in your absence, it was still a raw wound for the both of you. Yet the anguish in Neuvillette’s eyes twisted your heart. How could a man be so duplicitous, so capable of both justice and blind obsession?

As if sensing your conflict, Neuvillette gently took your face in his hands, tilting your chin so that your eyes locked once again. His eyes danced with silver sparks of emotion, like cracks of lighting across a dark sea. A thumb brushed away a tear you hadn’t even realized had fallen.

“So if I can protect but one thing, one person, I will do it.”

~.~

You often noticed that Neuvillette’s horns got stuck in his robes.

Honestly, it was kind of humorous. In the beginning, watching him struggle gave you a sick sense of satisfaction. You’d take any circumstance that inconvenienced him, however petty that might be.

But today, seeing the Chief Justice pouring over a case regarding the protection of Fontaine’s sea life at an ungodly hour, head propped on a fist to keep him awake, you couldn’t help but feel sympathetic when he emitted a low hiss as his horns tangled into the ornamentation of his attire once again. “Damned human attire,” he cursed.

Neuvillette wasn’t an inherently bad man. In fact, your own case aside, he had invoked significant and positive change in Fontaine’s legal system. He judged cases fairly and prudently, working himself ragged each day to ensure the nation’s safety. It would have been admirable to you in any other circumstance.

You didn’t know what possessed you when you stepped behind him and carefully untangled his twin blue horns.

At your touch, Neuvillette immediately froze. His heart rate skyrocketed and his mind went blank because you were touching him.

And not just anywhere, but his horns. Unbeknownst to you, a dragon’s horns were the most sensitive part of its body, only to be handled by itself or its mate. One brush was akin to a lovers embrace, the whisper of a kiss, the hot breath shared between partners in the thralls of passion. Not only was the touch intensely intimate, it was also an acknowledgement—an acceptance of the male’s advances onto his partner.

Oh, if only you knew how many times he had fantasized about this, your acknowledgement of him and his love for you. Although his rational, human side knew your touch as unintentional, the dragon within Neuvillette reared and roared against his skin, demanding to be set free upon its mate.

“Your horns were caught,” was all you said as you settled back into the sofa, flipping to the marked page of your novel.

If you had looked up, you would have witnessed the Iudex gently touching his horns in awe. He swore he could still feel the brush of your palm against him, shivering delightfully at the mere memory of your touch.

Little did you know that your simple act of kindness would unleash the storm.

~*~

The one unfortunate deviation of your current accommodations from the Palais Mermonia was Neuvillette’s unyielding insistence on sharing a bed.

You had foolishly thought escaping him, even if just within the confines of your shared home, would be simple. You believed the library, what he even referred to as your room, would be your bedroom as well. Despite the lack of an actual bed, the plush couches and ever-lit fire provided more than enough comfort to lull you to sleep.

But when you had opened your eyes, you were mere inches away from Neuvillette’s shirtless, sleeping form.

You had assumed it was due to the draconic symbol guarding the room; perhaps it linked you to him more than you had thought. So, the next night, you decided to sleep in the parlor instead.

Only for your hopes to be shattered the next morning when you awoke not only in bed with your captor, but with your limbs entwined.

Anger, shame, and a touch of something you couldn’t quite place—something not entirely unpleasant—flooded you as you tore yourself out of his embrace. How was he doing this? Was it magic, or would he physically carry you to bed each night?

This pattern repeated itself. You would pick various places around the huge house to retire for the night. However, you would wake up in bed next to Neuvillette each morning without fail.

You had even reverted to your previous stubbornness and slept on the ground a few nights, but to no avail. It seemed you were bound to his bed.

Tonight, you decided to face the issue head-on. You stormed up the stairway and into the spacious bedroom, ignoring the pain in your lower back due to all the errant surfaces you had tried to sleep on. The downy pillows and lush, cream comforter practically begged you to surrender to the king-sized bed and its occupant.

Instead, you halted at the foot of the bed and crossed your arms. “You have to stop this.”

Neuvillette immediately looked up from the tome in his lap, his reading glasses slipping down his nose. He hadn’t yet changed out of his white dress shirt, and the buttons revealed a hint of his toned chest as he set the book down. “And what exactly are you demanding I stop?”

You huffed a laugh. “I wish I could say all of this,” you waved your hands around, as if that would convey the entirety of the situation, “but I mean putting me in your bed each morning.”

“Our bed,” he corrected, as if that were the issue.

“No, your bed. Are you really telling me that with all this space, you can’t just let me sleep alone?”

He removed his glasses with a sigh, setting them on the nightstand. “I could, but I don’t want to.”

You seethed. “Well, I do.”

Neuvillette’s violet gaze pinned you with something like hurt. “Have I truly done something to upset you? It seemed as if you were settling into our new home quite nicely. Our conversation and touches were…” His throat bobbed. “Pleasant.”

You narrowed your eyes and bit out, “Don’t take any of that as complacency. You’re still a monster.”

Neuvillette flinched in response and, for just a moment, you felt a piece your heart falter. That is, until he whispered, “Mates don’t sleep apart.”

The room went utterly still.

Your voice came out as a breath of air, but the words were clear: “I am not your mate.”

It was then that you noticed the claws emerging from his fingertips, piercing into the sheets under his form. His eyes flashed silver, dangerous as knives. You could have sworn you saw a pair of elongated canines as he grit his teeth. “You have no idea how difficult it has been,” he breathed, voice tight, desperate.

On instinct, you took a pace back. You suddenly felt like a cornered animal, unable to avert your gaze from those claws that looked ready to tear into you. Clearly you had misjudged the situation—the Hydro Dragon was a starved, deadly predator, and you were practically served on a silver platter as its next meal.

Icy panic raced through your veins. You’ve never seen him like this, so out of control and inhuman. Trying to mediate the situation, you put your hands up in surrender. “Neuvillette, listen to me. Just calm down.”

You had hoped that saying his name would do just that, but it seemed to only rile him up further. The Chief Justice of Fontaine actually growled in response. You couldn’t tell if it was a warning or a plea. “You deny your mate, and now you’re telling me to simply calm down?”

Another step back. Just put out the fire and deal with the consequences later. “I apologize for being confrontational. I think it’s best if I just go—”

Before you could react, Neuvillette pounced forward and grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you onto the bed. You released a cry and tried to scramble away, but he spun you around and pinned your back against the mattress with his muscular frame. He loomed above you on all fours, his hands gripping your arms and applying just enough pressure to hold you still without hurting you. The glint in his eyes, however, promised pain that was yet to come. You were the prey about to get its throat torn out.

“Wh-what are you doing?” You struggled, heart skyrocketing at the feel of his arousal pressing against your core.

"Something I’ve needed to do for four hundred years," he growled huskily, his breath fanning your lips moments before they slammed against yours.

The kiss was hungry, predatory. Obsessive. You could feel the release of each year, each century, as his mouth devoured yours. You arched your back in an attempt to get away, but Neuvillette was quicker. He lifted your form easily and slammed your back against the bed once again. At your gasp of shock, he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You fumbled around for something, anything that you could take purchase of. Your arms were pinned, but you were just barely able to grab onto the first thing and tug: his horns.

Neuvillette moaned, a deep, throaty sound that sent heat flooding through you.

It was in that moment you realized your mistake. You recalled how some marine animals with horns had millions of nerves within them, making these appendages a source of sensory stimulation. When you had started adjusting his horns after they were getting stuck, it must have been like touching his—

Oh, fuck.

Neuvillette released you arms, grinding against your thigh. “Do that again,” he begged, though it came out as more of a growled order.

“Neuvillette, stop—” An involuntary whine escaped your lips.

Your lewd noises only instigated him. His movements became more erratic as he slid a clawed hand up your leg and to your core, which was protected by only a nightgown. You jerked as his finger pinched your clit, eliciting another whine.

Neuvillette’s eyes sparked with heat, dual purple flames that devoured your form. “That’s it, my dear. Let me take care of you.” He bit down on your neck, causing you to cry out. He was marking you before he took you fully.

“Tonight, you become more than my wife. You become my mate.”

~*~

You laid there limply in Neuvillette’s arms. He peppered you with kisses and whispered words of protecting you and lofty dreams of your future together, but it fell on deaf ears. None of it made you forget about the bites along your neck or your throbbing core.

You couldn’t believe you had let his kindness fool you for even a second.

You had to escape this prison.

#yandere #yandere neuvillette #yandere neuvillette x reader #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin impact #genshin impact #dragon #obsessive love #tw kidnapping #tw noncon touching #neuvillette doesn’t understand the concept of personal space #neuvillette is down bad #mates

[heartfullofleeches]

Yan Seahorse general info because my love-

Names Kaimana courtesy of a lovely anon.

A lonely sea dweller in dire need of companionship and a big family to make him whole. Inhibiting an island in the general region of several human beaches, Kai fell in love with the idea of human family life and the domestic bliss shared between parents during his many travels.

• A caretaker, and a provider. Kaimana's heart swells with pride whenever he catches fish for his pearl. He'll likely be the one doing the heavy lifting when it comes around to you having children, but that doesn't mean there shouldn't be any catering on your end. Steals whatever else you may need from the beaches and parks, and does what he can to make the island a home for you. Picks up a nice tent for you to sleep in, and leaves a cooler full of snacks to trap welcome you in.

• While most of his trips are for you, Kaimana nabs a few things for himself from time to time - mostly to make himself look presentable to you. Nearly drowned a swimmer just to get that pretty, floral bikini top they wore and breaks the teeth off the combs he snatches every other day from how frequently he detangles his mane. Waits for people to come back for dolls they left on the beach and if nobody returns he gives them a new home as his practice babes. Adopts all - but only takes one that resemble you in ways of eyes, tone, or hair color after he chooses you as his mate

• Works at a bar at one of the beaches just to mingle, and later spy/learn more info on his love from the inside. Long as he's completely dry he looks like your average Joe for the most part say for his fins and body markings which he can cover up well with a shirt and a few little white lies. "Skin condition!... tattoos, actually... bit of both?..."

Sits behind the counter and twirls his hair as he watches you sip the drink he made you - deciding if he's brave enough to chat you up or content with watching from afar. Keeps a straw in the dispenser that's a different color from the rest - so the indirect kiss he planted isn't stolen by any else. Kissing before your first date together may be bolder than what he'd personally deem appropriate, but you have such chemistry that from one look at you he wanted to toss you up on the counter and celebrate your honeymoon a few months early right in front of the crowd. The bar allows workers to wear swimsuits, but he keeps things professional.... till you walk in the door. Steals makeup and tape just to be able to work shirtless when you're around without anyone pointing out his fins. Offers other services as well such as rubbing you down with sunscreen- and being a babysitter for your kids. It's not really babysitting if they're his too, but deserve your peace for your future as a wonderful spouse and parent

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #yandere insert #male yandere #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere oc #yandere merman #yandere teratophilia #Kaimana my oc

[umbrify]

Wip Wednesday! Today, I’ve got a snippet of one of @made-nondescript and I’s longest standing AU’s, the fWhimmy Mer AU

There’s someone else at the docks.

He hadn’t noticed until he made it most of the way down the narrow path, the hardy desert shrubbery obscuring his view. But, there’s definitely someone else here— looks like they’ve gone for a swim? They’re right near the end of the twin set of docks— if he could even call them that, at this point— and he can just barely catch the flashes of movement through the gentle waves.

And, Jimmy supposes, it can’t possibly be that unusual, though he’s never seen someone else here before. But, well, that’s not about to stop him, really. He trudges down the rocky beach regardless, the full moon overhead lighting his path.

—

fWhip spends a lot of time here, at night. The quiet waves lapping at the shore, and the sky’s reflection in the water… it’s peaceful. Relaxing. He enjoys it. Good for a late night swim by the coast. Might even find something good here to take home, if he’s lucky.

What’s not so relaxing, is that someone else has just thrown themself down on the docks, huffing loudly.

Not exactly what fWhip had in mind, for tonight. Well, too late to leave now, he’s already been seen.

“Uh— hey man…?” fWhip says cautiously.

The man heaves a sigh, blond hair falling into his eyes as he rests his tanned arms on his knees, white sleeves rolled up to his elbows.

“Hey,” the man says, “long night for you as well, huh?”

“Yeah, you could say that.” fWhip pulls himself partly out of the water, using his arms to prop himself up on the docks. “What’s, uh— you wanna talk about it?”

The man sighs, running a hand through his hair. “It’s just— it’s a lot of work, you know! So many things came up today, and—“ he throws his arms in the air, “I can’t be everywhere at once!”

fWhip’s brow furrows slightly, confused. What exactly this guy is talking about, he can’t say for sure. But… asking him to clarify doesn’t really seem like the correct move here, fWhip thinks.

“Yeah, I get you,” he offers slowly instead.

He can’t say he finds himself in a situation like this often— or ever, really.

Gem’s not gonna be happy.

He shakes his head lightly— problems for future fWhip, he figures. Luckily, it seems like this stranger isn’t paying him much mind.

“And it’s just—“ the man leans back, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes, “I know Joel was busy too, I get that. But I wish he could’ve— I dunno! Helped a bit more?”

fWhip tilts his head to one side, letting out a questioning hum.

Joel?

“It’s not his fault, really. I’m not mad. He was busy,” the man waves a hand in the air idly, “now that we’re in the dry season, he’s got a lot of planning to do, improvements and whatnot— I get it. I really do. It’s just—“ he cuts himself off with a groan.

fWhip can’t help but feel just a little bit… baffled, by this whole thing. New day, new experience, he supposes. He figures it’s best to play along, just in case.

He does sink a little bit lower into the water, though. Just in case.

“And, you know,” the man continues, “I was in the office all afternoon, doing— might I say, a ridiculous amount of paperwork, how could there possibly be so much—“ he exhales sharply. “I had other things I wanted to do. The horses needed to be brushed today. He didn’t even brush the horses.”

“He didn’t even brush the horses,” fWhip echos. “That sucks, man.”

Horses…? Like… seahorses? And he brushes them?

“But,” the man speaks quickly, “Pix needed my help, and it’s not like I’m gonna say no— it needed to be done anyway— it wasn’t gonna get done on its own!”

A strong gust of wind blows over from the ocean. The man shivers slightly, tugging his sleeves down. fWhip draws his arms closer to his chest, one hand reaching up to fiddle absentmindedly with the gold chain around his neck.

“It’s not like I had anything better to do, but I had things I’d rather have been doing, you know what I mean?”

“Yeah no, I feel you,” fWhip says.

What in the world is this guy on about?

“It feels like this day’s been a week long, at least,” the man grumbles, pulling a hand across his face, “and I can’t sleep, but I feel dead tired anyway.” He laughs, dryly. “What a scam, right?”

Now, that, fWhip understands. “I’ve had days like that before, for sure,” he agrees, “it’s… rough.”

That day may as well have been a century long, for all the difference it would’ve made. Oli’s shouts for help, and Joey— gods, Joey… splinters of some sort of wood embedded into his skin, blood trickling from each wound, staining the water around them a sickening peachy red. He'd never seen anything quite like it before. He never wants to again. fWhip blinks quickly, exhaling a sharp breath.

And after all that, to be told they had to leave…? Could barely even wait for Joey to recover before they had to go— and it’s not like they’d ever leave him behind, no. They had to go with him.

Maybe if he’d been there, or if they’d been quicker, maybe… maybe Joey wouldn’t have been hurt. He doesn’t know. fWhip shakes his head. Not the time.

“I’ll get over it,” the man mutters, seemingly oblivious to fWhip’s blank, faraway look. The man rests his chin on his hands as he pulls himself into a sitting position, sighing softly.

An uneasy quiet rests over them as the man stares blankly out over the ocean, stars shimmering in the water’s reflection. fWhip’s eyes briefly dart away, out towards the sea.

Maybe… would he notice if I—

“Oh, I’m Jimmy, by the way,” the man— Jimmy, says suddenly, “I don’t think I’ve seen you around before?”

—

“Uh—“ the man in the water stutters, “I don’t uh— don’t get out much, you could say?”

“Don’t get out much, huh?” Jimmy muses, casting a brief glance at the man, who’s sopping ginger hair obscures most of his features. He’s able to catch sight of a single golden chain around the man’s neck, glinting softly in the moonlight as he twists it between his fingers. “Did I ever catch your name?”

“It’s— uh—“ the man’s eyes dart out towards the ocean before snapping back to Jimmy’s face. “It’s fWhip.”

Jimmy hums a noncommittal note, looking back over the ocean, waves lapping gently against the docks. He rests his head fully onto his arms, eyes drooping slightly.

Jimmy takes a sort of comfort, in the quiet. Wind rustles softly through the trees, casting ripples across the water. He takes a slow, deep breath, letting his shoulders relax. It’s awful nice down here, what with how the dense shrubbery dampens any ambient sounds from the town nearby. It’s peaceful, even with the company.

Of all nights he’d find someone else here, he reckons tonight would make the most sense. Can’t blame anyone for wanting to take some time away from it all— he knows he sure needed it— and these docks, despite their age, have always been nice this time of the year. He runs a hand across the old planks, picking idly at a small patch of moss growing into the wood.

Honestly, Jimmy finds he rather doesn’t mind the company at all. Makes it a bit less spooky here, at night, and the guy seems nice enough.

He is dreadfully tired, though. Perhaps he ought to head back soon. Still plenty to do tomorrow, after all. Really, his time spent here could’ve been much better spent elsewhere— either sleeping at home, or even just getting a bit more done.

Always more, isn’t there?

fWhip clears his throat.

“I think I’m gonna head out now,” he says.

“Yeah, alright, see you later man,” Jimmy mumbles, not looking up.

A soft splash, and then, silence, once more. Jimmy blinks slowly. He really better make his way home, too, before he’s too tired to get back up that trail without tripping over his own feet.

Or, maybe five more minutes wouldn’t hurt. The sound of the waves lapping against the shore is almost a bit hypnotic, and Jimmy finds himself spacing out for a moment longer, staring blankly out towards the sea.

Wait.

Jimmy sits up suddenly, whipping his head around behind him, before sharply turning back to the water. The dock next to him is dry, save for the faint wet imprint of fWhip’s arms on the far side. He stands.

Where did that guy just go?

He can’t see any sort of water tracks across the docks— and there would’ve been, right? That guy was in the water the whole time, surely there would’ve been.

And why was he in the water anyway, this late at night?

And who was he?

Jimmy rubs his eyes blearily. Perhaps he’s more tired than he realized. Surely he’s just— he doesn’t know. He doesn’t know what to think. He shakes his head, making his way back up the path into town.

He’ll think about it again in the morning.

#fWhimmy mer au #empiresshipping #umbrify writes #empires smp

[captainmalewriter]

And now, please enjoy the third installment of me recounting about the men I've possessed:

Adam (aka Moltres)

Whew! It's been a long while since I last made one of these hasn't it. Maybe like 7 months or more by now? I don't know, I can't remember anymore. But anyways...

I had spent a few months being a homebody with my last body Shawn. I had a blast lazing around while being the beefy, hairy, and handsome Shawn, but my next body prospect was calling. No seriously, I had downloaded a dating app just for the fuck of it when this hottie Adam hit my line. He thought I was pretty cute with my then current body and wanted to meet up. I would have to be a fool to turn down a twunk nerd like him!

I invited him over to my place and let me tell you, the pictures of this guy's hairy pits don't do them justice! We were supposed to hook up but instead we ended up with me worshipping him musky pits while he rubbed one out. I still remember how it felt to have his manly aroma fill up my nose as I nuzzled my face into his pits.

It was during the worship session that I transferred my soul into his body. I took full control of him as he shot his load and urgh it was wonderful! What I didn't account for was that my soul had taken on Shawn's bulky size and when I possessed Adam, all that body mass had to go somewhere. I accidentally turned a lean twunk into a husky pup but hey, as long these hairy pits are all mine, I'm not complaining!!

Edwin (aka Namor)

Similar to one of my previous bodies, my next body was a gift. You can read the full tale here but I'll give a little summary of how I got my next body here.

It all started when I decided to revisit one of my old bodies for a little leisure time. But despite the change in vessel, I was still bored! That was when a strange client asking to takeover Shawn's body offered an all expense paid vacation as an exchange. How could I say no to an offer like that!?

Long story short- that client turned out to be a bit of a dangerous character. He had managed to figure out how to wield magical powers and he tried to brainwash me to unlock his full potential! Thankfully, his enchanted book summoned a pair of magic green shorts to save the day. Those green shorts forced themselves onto me while I slept, simultaneously transforming and pleasuring my body during the process! While I was busy moaning and writhing in orgasmic ecstasy, I was being transformed into a cosplayer's recreation of Namor!

Sure, Edwin might not be the iteration of Namor everyone knows, but I don't care. I was a buff, hairy in all the right places, magical being endowed with the same level of power (and I was hung like a seahorse). Becoming an avatar of the king and god of the Talokan people without any of the responsibility meant I was free to just float around the world's oceans at my leisure. I was living the life underwater, so peaceful and serene...

Jesús

In all honesty, as much as I loved being Namor, I might've overstayed my welcome living as the king of the sea. It was once again time to look for a new body.

I swam along the sea currents to visit several beaches throughout the world. I had searched high and low for a new body when finally, in some random beach in California, I had stumbled upon the perfect body. He was with a bunch of other guys, probably on a beach trip with his bros.

I waited until he got in the water to strike like a sea snake. As he swam around, I pulled out my dick and started jerking. After a minute or two of stroking, I shot my load out while still fully underwater. Then, using my magic, I transformed my cum to take on the form of white fish. I then endowed the white fish with my soul, and commanded them to swim to my target. I took off the green shorts as the fish did their work, undoing my Namor transformation. I lost consciousness momentarily, but thankfully it didn't take long for my soul to find its next vessel.

The white fish swam around my next body in circles. He was so amused to see the fish swim around, completely oblivious to what was about to happen next. A fish slammed into his naval, causing him to open up his mouth from the impact. With an entrance available, my cum fish started swimming straight into his mouth. His cheeks and chest puffed out as my soul fish entered his mouth one after another; the taste of cum flowing down his throat and the stimulation from full body takeover making him hard. Once he slurped up the last fish, my soul had filled his body, and I was now in full control. Another possession success!

Originally, I had intended to just laze around with my new body too. You can probably imagine my surprise when I found out that Jesús here was a pro soccer player AND he was currently competing in the Copa de Oro! I was annoyed, but whatever, I could probably benefit from the exercise anyway. Don't want to lose my magical capacity after all! So just know, the next time you watch a soccer game, you might see your favorite Captain possessing a certain Columbian American soccer player out on the field. Now then, if you'll excuse me, besides writing stories and playing soccer, I've got some "bro time" in the locker room with my DL teammates to look forward to... ;)

And that's the story of how I came to possess my latest three bodies! I'll update this running series of who the current Captain is once I go through another three bodies, whenever that happens. Until then, coming up next will be the toy capsule short stories! Stay tuned, and stay sexy. -Captain M.W.

#captains #male body #captains bodies series #short stories #posession #male possession

[random-tail]

Soo this is a simple short of my take on how Orca!Eclipse & Seahorse!Y/N meet. This is just self indulgence & not in anyway ment to b taken seriously.

The Polar Nights (?) Au as well as Orca!Eclipse respectively belong to @naffeclipse

This variety of Seahorse!Y/N is mine.

Feedback is very much appreciated, enjoy.

It was midday as you lay in the sea grass & watch the towering kelp flow too & fro in the current. You hum a low soothing melody that flows just as gently as the dancing vegetation. It is peaceful. No predators larger then yourself dare to hunt in the kelp forest unless they wished to risk getting tangled up in the vine, & being a leafy sea dragon siren. You were perfectly at home. Perfectly content. That is until you spot a pair of the lessor form of your kind. They float along with their tails intertwined so they wouldn’t lose one another. Happily displaying their affection for one another as you (literally) turn green with envy. What you would give to have another to sing with, to wrap your tail around with, to dance with as you great each other in the morning to display your devotion & love. You sigh. The ocean is vast & you highly doubt you will come across another siren like yourself, let alone another siren at all. So you watch in jealously as the two small sea dragons float on by. But you don’t mope for long as your stomach growls, reminding you to eat. So, time for food, the perfect distraction from your loneliness. You sit up from the sea grass & stretch out your lanky body. Your appendages loosing their grass like texture as you move away to start swimming through the kelp.

You swim through the kelp with ease as you stare at the sandy sea bed, searching for a decent meal. The colors of your body & leafy appendages changing naturally to match your environment without you giving much of a thought. Almost as if showing off your innate ability to camouflage & disappear instantly. Suddenly you come to an abrupt halt as you spot what you were searching for. Underneath a rock that stuck out of the sand was hole & after seeing the bright color of its owner. You know exactly what dwells inside. A mantis shrimp. Your mouth starts to water as you imagine feasting on the crustacean despite knowing full well that one punch from the creature can easily break a claw. But brine shrimp were too small for your current appetite & you knew how to hunt the creature so it was fully worth the risk. With the decision decided that mantis shrimp was on the menu, you curl your tail around the base of some towering kelp with the sun at you back. Your body shifts in color to match the kelp & your appendages become completely relaxed. You completely disappear as you relax fully & let your body sway with the kelp. Now you wait.

Being a creature not meant for speed, you’ve learned to be patient & use your camouflage to the fullest extent. Sometimes you wait for hours till the time to strike is perfect & it has always paid off. So know you wait agen, watching the hole before you as well as the dancing shadows of the kelp behind you. Your focus only falters once with the appearance of a sea flower shadow creeping into view as the sun moves. But you quickly ignore it once movement catches your eye. Sand begins to be pushed out of the hole as the mantis shrimp emerges. It stays close to its burrow as it surveys the area. You remain fully relaxed, but ready your claws to lunge & snap the creature. You just need it to be a little further away from its burrow so you can cut it off &-

It had started swimming away from its burrow but suddenly looks tords you. Or more specifically behind you. It then snaps its tail & dives back to its burrow. You flinch then lunge to try & snap its back but you only claw up a fist full of sand. Cursing out loud you watch as it scurries further down into its burrow. You could of snatched it before it got deeper in but you knew better then to risk getting a claw broken. So you slouch & grumble at your lost meal.

After a few second of stewing in your annoyance, you soon begged the question. How did it see you? You glance over yourself to see your camouflage was still that of the kelp tho now slowly shifting to accommodate you closer to the rock & sand. You were perfectly hidden, so how?? That was when movement, or more so the lack there of, catches your eye. The shadows of the kelp behind you flows with the ocean undertow, but one dose not. A sharp flower shaped shadow looms over your own, engulfing your own completely. You gulp when realization hits you. It didn’t get spooked by you, but something behind you. You slowly turn around & look up. There you see it, its flower like head blocks out the sun in an ominous display of its sheer size. You can easily make out its two glowing eyes of ruby & citrine as it stares down at you. It was watching you, but for how long? How long had you been unaware of its haunting presences? Was it hunting you just as you were hunting the mantis? Yet didn’t even need to bother hiding itself for its sheer size could easily overwhelm you.

You weren’t sure how long you remained locked in eye contact with the massive siren. But you instantly felt the color leave your body as its maw splits with a display of sharp teeth.

“Ops.”

The sheer depth of his voice chilled you to the bone, being as deep & as haunting as the open sea above a bottomless trench. Adrenaline finally kicked in as you willed yourself to snap your tail & swim as fast as you could into the kelp & away from the looming predator. You know you can’t out swim the other siren so using your appendages you kick up silt & sand to cloud the water before hooking yourself among a thick cluster of kelp. Hiding yourself instantly you desperately try to calm you speeding heart in fear that it in itself would give you away. You wait, painfully wait, seconds, minutes, house, you weren’t too sure as you remained suspended in your panic. Yet nothing happens. The sand settles back to the ocean floor & you sway with the kelp. The siren didn’t come after you? Curious you peak out from the kelp. You see nothing till you get a glimpse of black & white. Quickly you slip back & pray that he didn’t see you, that is until clouds of sand & sediment float by. You look agen.

The black & white siren was digging his massive claws into the sand & was moving mounds of it aside. He was digging, but for what? You inch out further to get a better look. Then you realize it, he was digging out the mantis shrimp’s burrow. You flinch & yelp, but not because he notices you peeking out.

“Ah happy day. Sorry for disturbing your hunt. Allow me too-"

With out much thinking you snap you tail & grab his arm with both hands. Pulling with all your might to yank it away from the burrow. His ruby & citrine eyes widen with surprise & confusion till the well-known snap of the mantis shrimps punch can be herd. He then looks to see you had just saved his claws from reserving a nasty fracture from the powerful little crustacean. He blinks a few times before returning his attention to you, you have since let go of his arm & had your hand on your chest as you calmed down. But as you run through your own cocktail of emotions you suddenly erupted in a fit of red anger. & your body fully displays it as you get it the face of the looming predator.

“Do you have jellyfish for brains!? You should know better than to reach you claws into a burrow! Specially one belonging to a mantis shrimp!”

He looks at you in your tiny furry with shock, but it soon morphs into something else. Endearment? Swiftly he switches roles as he now leans forward & looms over you with his large toothy grin. Your spark quickly extinguished as you are reminded of how much bigger he is to you. His arm had snaked its way behind you & snatches you by the small of your back. His voice then trills as he looks at you making the waters tremble with his deep purr.

“Forgive me my little snap dragon-"

You raise a brow. Snap dragon?

“I was merely trying to make up for ruining your hunt. I didn’t think you were hunting at the time as I was observing your beauty & how you slipped into that new form so gracefully. Please, allow me to hunt you a meal worthy of your forgiveness.”

He gently drags the knuckle of his free claw down you check before taking your chin. You can’t help but shiver from the intimate touch & become pink in the face. But as he choruses a deep chuckle you soon fined your whole body took on the bashful hue. You yelp in embarrassment & flail your arms to bat his away. You then cross them & huff.

“very well. But I only like shell fish. I can’t eat big fish like you can.”

You nearly choke on the last part as you remember that you yourself could be considered a big fish that he could eat. But he simply smiles & glances down to see you had subconscious anchor yourself by wrapping you tail around his wrist.

“Done"

He swiftly swimming off dragging you with him. But surprisingly you are not dragged for long as his claws delicately cradle your tiny body to his chest. You look up at him. A siren you should be tariffed of was swimming & searching for a meal for you. To make up for the meal he foiled before. Taking in more of his unusual form & mixed colors of black, white, & red. You couldn’t help finding yourself eyes him from head to fluke. As if being aware of your staring, he ever so gently flaunts his power by snapping his tail & barrowing through to the more open waters. You turn flush agen. How could such a striking & powerful siren think your natural camouflage as beautiful? A scrawny little thing like you?

Your thoughts get interrupted when he comes to a stop & you see him looking down. Following his gaze your eyes widen at the site of a group of migrating crabs. He promised you a meal & he sure did deliver as your growling stomach seemed to except the meal before you could even speak. He start to swim tords the crab buffet & you trail off your remaining thoughts before hunger took hold.

He didn’t eat you, he found you food, he thinks you beautiful…

Whelp your not dead. Let’s see what happens.

#fanfic #Polar Nights au #orca!eclipse #apex polarity #seahorse!reader #seahourse!y/n #shot fiction #naffeclipse

[humanpurposes]

Karma is a God

Chapter 9: The Gullet

The Dance of the Dragons begins on a lie, and Aemond owes a debt, one Lucerra will see repaid in Fire and Blood // Series Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Aemond x Lucerra Velaryon (fem!Lucerys)

Warnings for this chapter: spoilers for F&B and future seasons of HotD, death, grief/loss, it's not a fun time

Words: 4200

A/n: first new chapter since March! Chapters will be posted simultaneously to Tumblr and AO3 from here.

last chance to read the warnings

She waits on a cliff face, far from the castle walls, on the south side of the island. The open water of the Gullet reaches out before her. The waves crash over the rocks below and the wind rushes against her, roaring in her ears and stinging the skin of her face. 

She’s still in her riding leathers. The smell of fire and blood lingers in her nose and lungs. The discomfort doesn’t matter to her. Perhaps this is what it means to be a Princess of the realm, she thinks, to be unmoved and unphased, no matter what chaos ensues around her.

She hasn’t slept in days. She has a waterskin on her hip she’s managed to refill a few times, but she hasn’t thought to pause for food. She’s not sure she could stomach it.

It was Jace who saw it first, the shape of a small dragon flying unsurely from the Narrow Sea towards Dragonstone. It moved through the air like a foal taking its first steps, jerking in unusual directions and struggling against the wind.

Aegon had never even ridden Stormcloud before, they were both too small, but more than that, why had they come back?

They collapsed in the courtyard. Aegon was shaking and crying as he stumbled from his dragon and into Luke’s arms, but he was unharmed.

The same could not be said for Stormcloud. Hissing, hot blood trailed from the subs of arrows in the dragon’s belly. He gave a few cries of pain, sputtered through the scorpion bolt in his neck and the blood spewing from his jaws. He did not last more than an hour.

She carried Aegon into the castle, Jace and Baela following closely behind, to be placed in the arms of his mother. Rhaenyra dismissed her Lords immediately, coming to her knees and clutching her son close to her chest.

They tried to ask him what happened. Why wasn’t he on the ship? Why had he flown back? Had they been attacked?

Where was Viserys?

The little boy could only squeak out a few words. “I left him,” was all he said. “I left him! I left him!”

Once he calmed down a little he was able to tell them more. Their ship and the Velaryon escort accompanying them to Pentos had been ambushed by a fleet from the East. Aegon said he had managed to mount Stormcloud and escape, but he left Viserys on the Gay Abandon, terrified and clutching his dragon egg. 

They were all left speechless and stunned. Aegon looked up at their faces with glassy violet eyes. He let out a piercing shriek and buried his face into his mother’s shoulder.

Rhaenyra stroked her hand over his hair. “Hush, my love,” she whispered. Her voice was sweet, but her skin was pale and her eyes red with tears.

Luke gripped Baela’s hand and said a silent prayer to the Gods. Not another. We cannot bear another loss.

Not long after, a fleet of short a hundred ships descended upon the Velaryon ships holding the Gullet. Jace gathered the Dragonseeds, to prepare for battle. They were to attack the following sunrise.

In her heart, Luke knew she wasn’t afraid of death. She had come so close to death before, endured the pain and torment, and yet here she stood. If she flew into battle, either the Stranger would come for her again, or she would survive. She could find peace in either option.

She donned her red and black riding leathers and reached for the sword Lord Corlys had gifted her, with the golden seahorse hilt, but her hands would not stop shaking. She bit down on her lip as she secured it to her belt. Then she pulled on her gloves and headed down to the courtyard where the sun was just starting to rise.

Jace and Baela were arguing. Jace’s voice was calm and composed while Baela shouted in protest. “No! I will stand by and watch while you…”

They stopped when they saw Luke.

Jace was to lead the other dragons into battle, and was adamant Luke and Baela, and their dragons, would remain on the island.

Luke tried endlessly to argue but it was no use, not while a battle raged across the water and especially not when the Queen appeared, and ordered that her daughters would stay with her.

So they watched from an outlook in the gardens as the five dragons took flight, Vermax heading the charge to the scene of the battle on the horizon.

Daylight came and went. Galleys rammed into each other and became splinters, but they were merely specs of movement from Dragonstone. The dragons flew overhead, their bursts of flames no more than flickers of candlelight. And they heard none of it, not the cracking of wood, the screams of dying men, the whistling of quarrels and scorpion bolts through the air, just the waves and the wind.

Luke kept her hands behind her back, clenching and unclenching her fists. If it weren’t for her gloves her fingernails might have torn her hands to shreds.

As night fell, a squadron broke through the fighting and moved closer to Dragonstone. The ships bore the banners of the Three Daughters. 

The war hero in Lord Corlys came alive. He informed Rhaenyra he was going to prepare their defences. There were no Velaryon ships left to defend them, but should the Triarchy attempt to land at the harbour they would be met with a formidable resistance nonetheless.

Rhaenyra’s eyes were fixed on the distant battle. She made no indication she had even heard him.

Instead he nodded to Luke, and she bowed her head in return. He marched back to the castle and Baela followed closely behind, in red and black leathers that matched Luke’s, and her slim Valryian steel sword sheathed at her side.

Luke stood with her mother as the Triarchy ships cut across the water, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword. It was probably foolish to just stand there. They could have taken Aegon and run for the Dragonmount, bathed the ships in fire or flown to Harrenhal a top Syrax and Grey Ghost. At the very least they could have gone back to the castle and locked themselves away.

But the ships never came anywhere close to Dragonstone’s harbour, nor its beaches. They continued west, towards Driftmark.

“Mother,” Luke breathed, the realisation coming like a blow to her gut, “we must do something, Driftmark has no defences left.”

Their soldiers were either across the sea defending the Gullet, or on Dragonstone protecting their Queen.

Rhaenyra’s stare was vacant, still on the ensuing battle.

If they could have found Baela and mounted their dragons, they might have had a chance to destroy the ships before they reached Spicetown. 

“Mother?” Luke tried again. She reached out to hold Rhaenyra’s hand but she didn’t hold her back.

She had never known her mother to be so unmoved. When news came of Ser Harwin’s death, she held her children close and shared their tears and devastation. When Ser Laenor died she was mournful, but stable, there to pick up the pieces of Jace and Luke in their grief. And in those first few days, as the threat of war loomed in the aftermath of her father’s death, she remained strong. Despite the Greens’ betrayal, despite the loss of Visenya, despite Daemon’s determination to bring the dispute to bloodshed.

Now there was nothing. No sign of life but the soft, steady rise and fall of her chest and the tears rolling down her pale cheeks.

Luke looked across the water once more and spotted movement through the darkening sky. The dragons were returning. She counted them.

And there were four.

Seasmoke and Silverwing were easier to spot, their scales gleaming against the moonlight. By the sheer size of them, she knew the other two to be Vermithor and Sheepstealer.

Where was Vermax?

Where was Jace?

Her heart began to beat a little faster. She looked frantically across the sky and the sea, searching for a flash of green scales, a triumphant roar, a shape in the dark… anything.

And then the dread sunk in. 

A sharp inhale of cold air burned in her lungs. Her breathing felt wrong, gulping and desperate, like she had forgotten how to do it properly.

Rhaenyra let out a soft sigh, to the wind, to the sea, to whichever Gods would hear her. “Not Jacaerys,” she whispered.

Luke raced through the gardens and the empty halls of the castle to the courtyard. By now it was apparent Dragonstone had been spared an attack. Lord Corlys had guessed their intentions to attack Driftmark and was barking orders for men to get to the harbour. All the ships they had left were fishing boats; it would be madness to pursue the Tyroshi warships. Reason was no longer a luxury he could afford.

Baela hovering over their grandfather’s shoulder. Luke snatched her by her wrist and dragged her beyond the castle gates as the four dragons descended. 

She spotted Addam first. He gave Seasmoke’s neck a firm pat before the dragon took off for the Dragonmount. He treaded carefully towards her, like he was approaching a wild dragon, she thought. Why? Did she look like one? Her hair was in a loose braid that had been blown apart by the wind and her hand was on the hilt of her sword. 

He stopped before her with a sullen expression on his face.

She stared at Addam with the parted lips and wide, red eyes of a frightened child.

She spoke softly, her voice dragging through a raw, choking feeling in her throat. “Jace?” 

Baela’s hand slipped from Luke’s grasp. She too had counted the dragons.

Nettles came next, dismounting Sheepstealer and approaching them with tears streaking down her face. She placed a hand on Addam’s shoulder as his gaze fell towards the ground.

Baela struggled to hold back a sob. “Where is Jace?” 

Addam swallowed thickly. “He…” but he could not bring himself to say it.

Baela’s cries were lost to the wind.

Luke felt her chest become hollow.

She moved before she could truly feel the weight of it all, as fast as she could move without running, towards the Dragonmount. Addam’s pleas for her to stop became a muffled voice in the back of her mind. 

A feverish cold swept over her skin and made her shiver, but she feared if she stopped she would become motionless forever.

Grey Ghost came to her as she reached the foot of the mount, head bowed and cooing sadly. When he lifted his head she stared into a wide yellow eye and saw into her own heart. Her grief was his to share, her fury too.

“I must do something,” she uttered. 

Her body wasn’t her own. She could feel the saddle and the reins as she mounted Grey Ghost, and the wind cutting against her skin as they took flight, but it felt like existing in a dream or a memory. 

It was almost impossible to see through the night and the tears in her eyes, but the brilliant golden flames illuminating Spicetown were clear to see.

The Triarchy had sent fireships into the harbour, while their men landed on the beaches and headed for the town, completely unopposed. People screamed and fire tore through the lines of buildings. Homes, markets, septs and bodies were all lost to axes and flames. 

She followed a glimmer of torches as men made their way to Hightide itself, hacking down the doors and any servants who tried to flee.

I must do something, she told herself, but what could she do but cause further destruction? 

Her dragon gave her more power than any of the men on the ground below her, but if she used it to burn her enemies, the wives, sisters and children of Driftmark would suffer the same fate.

She was a Princess, the blood of the dragon, wielder of the greatest power known to the world, and there was nothing she could do.

Her eyes move from the town, to the ships lined along the island’s coast.

She wondered which ship had launched the scorpion bolt into Stormcloud’s throat. Which one had led the attack on the Gay Abandon? Which one had cost Jace his life?

She left them no time to arm the scorpions. Quarrels and arrows were nothing against Grey Ghost’s hide as they swooped over the ships to unleash their fire, and she did not relent until there was nothing left.

Not a single ship would return to Tyrosh, Myr of Lys. Not a single man would return home. Every family in the Kingdom of the Three Daughters would know her pain.

She returned to Dragonstone with the sunrise, with ash in her hair and the smell of smoke and death lingering on her riding leathers.

There was no victory feast. The Triarchy fleet has been defeated but the damage has been done. Spicetown and Hightide are in ruins, the Velaryons have lost a third of their ships, thousands of lives have been lost…

And Jace and Viserys are gone.

Nettles tried to tell her what she could. One moment they were manoeuvring through the ships, the next Vermax’s head was disappearing beneath the waves. They must have flown too low, or were struck by a scorpion bolt, she couldn't be sure.

Then she and Addam had left Dragonstone once more, Nettles to find the Gay Abandon, or what might be left of it, and Addam to find Jace.

She didn’t stop to steal herself a mouthful of food or listen to anyone try to offer their condolences. Her feet, heavy in her boots, carried her to the cliff.

Sunrise till sunset she waits. First she stands, and when her legs get tired she kneels. A red glow burns in the west, the same shade as when she, Jace and Baela watched the Gay Abandon set sail for Pentos, carrying two little Targaryen Princes across the sea. The water shines under its light, as though the sea is made of blood.

They were supposed to be safe. Rhaena and Joffrey in the Vale, and the little ones taken further than that, away from the war and the bloodshed, until Rhaenyra could claim her rightful throne.

When the moon appears from behind a cloud she realises it has been an entire day since her brother died. 

How can that be right? 

Jace was perhaps the one constant she had, other than their mother. He was always there, tied to every memory, every moment of her life. He taught her how to hold a knife, how to hold Arrax when he first hatched and all sorts of other things, stupid things really, that seemed so important to her as a child.

When she woke crying from her nightmares, when the memories of blood in the cave flashed before her waking eyes, Jace would hold her, calm her and remind her she was safe so long as she had her family.

A day has passed so easily. Soon it will be a week, then a month, then a year. In two years she will be older than he will ever be. Her life will pass by and her memories of him will only ever fade further and further away.

She doesn’t want to live in a world without her brother.

The wind rustles through the grass but there’s something else there. She glances over her shoulder. Lord Corlys pauses in his approach.

“Come inside, Lucerra,” he says.

She shakes her head and looks down at her hands. She still has her gloves on.

“You need to rest.”

Addam and Nettles have been gone for so long. She cannot determine if it is a good or a bad omen.

“Lucerra, please.”

She knows what Jace would want her to do. He wouldn’t want her to wait in the cold, through the night. He would want her to rest and recover her strength.

So she lets Lord Corlys guide her to her feet. They walk slowly towards the castle. With each step she takes she is sure she doesn’t have the strength to take another. And yet she does. She keeps walking.

He leaves her at her chambers. A maid draws her a bath and brings her a plate of bread and roast beef. Her stomach rumbled, but the thought of eating makes her nauseous. 

Even after she has bathed she still smells smoke. 

She perches on the windowsill, only in a nightgown and shivering relentlessly. Time will pass too quickly if she sleeps and she wants to see Addam as soon as he returns.

She watches the moon creep across the sky and tries to name every constellation she can see.

Perhaps, if the Gods are merciful, Jace might still be alive, washed up on a beach like she was, half drowned, writhing in pain, waiting to be found. But still alive. Father, Mother, Stranger, let him come home.

If she had the energy to, she would laugh at herself. She has prayed more in the last two days than she has ever done in her whole life.

Eventually her eyes are too heavy to keep open. She closes them for a moment.

Suddenly she sees red. Sunlight burns against her eyelids. She fell asleep in an awkward position, curled up against the glass. Now her cheek is numb and her neck and limbs are stiff.

She groans and hauls herself to stand. She doesn’t wait for the maid to dress her. She pulls on a simple black dress, not bothering to style her hair or wear any jewellery and hurries to the Hall of the Painted Table.

The Lords of the small council are gathered. Hugh and Ulf are squaring up to Lord Celtigar. Nettles leans against a wall at the side of the room. Her mother’s seat is empty. Lord Corlys stands with Alyn on one side and Addam on the other.

She holds her breath, but she already knows what is coming.

Corlys leads her to the chamber where the body has been placed.

The room is so cold and the howl of the wind washes through her, like her body is empty.

The Silent Sisters stand vigil, Rhaenyra weeps quietly, her hands muffling her cries, the arm of her step-daughter over her shoulders, and a figure wrapped in ivory cloth lays on a slab of black stone.

Luke approaches the table slowly as Baela leads Rhaenyra towards the door. Corlys and the veiled women follow.

Her brother has returned home, but she is alone.

She can almost believe it isn’t him. Everything that makes him Jacaerys is covered, his face, his eyes, the dark curls of their true father, the hands calloused by swords, sailing and dragon riding. She can almost believe it isn’t him. It’s a hope that makes her chest a little lighter, one she clings onto desperately.

She reaches out and places the back of her hand to where his cheek should be, only met with the feeling of fabric and something cold and hard underneath. 

The Jace she knew will remain in her memory. Not the fallen warrior or the brave Prince. She will remember his hand reaching out to guide her through the halls of the Red Keep, his wide grin and the wind through her hair as they rode Vermax and Arrax through the skies above Dragonstone, and how his laugh was starting to sound like Harwin Strong’s.

Eventually the door creaks open and Lord Corlys’ hand weighs down on her shoulder.

She can’t look anymore. She looks up at her grandfather and wipes the tears from her cheeks. “We have our victory,” she says quietly, as if it makes it worth the loss.

“If this is a victory, I pray I never win another,” he says. 

Jace’s funeral pyre is so much larger than Visenya’s was. Another stands beside it, a smaller structure of wood with no body. Nettles found no trace of the Gay Abandon, no ship to follow, no trace of Viserys. 

Grey Ghost awaits her command, but other than that Luke stands alone. Behind her are their supporters, the Lords of the small council, the soldiers who loved the Prince like a brother, the family they have left, Lord Corlys, Baela, Alyn and Addam, and their Queen. 

She can see none of them. She doesn’t hear a single voice or sob. 

Dragonstone is surrounded by shipwrecks. Bodies and pieces of wood have been washing up on the shore in the days since the battle. Across the water, smoke still rises from Driftmark, great clouds of black and grey swirling up into the clear blue sky. 

As the mourners are gathered, a dragon approaches from the west. There is only one it could be and she knows Caraxes’ high-pitched whistle well. 

Lords mutter their greetings as the Prince approaches. She can hear his armour as he walks, and then he stops. He must have come straight from Harrenhal.

Luke’s eye fall to her side to the hilt of her sword on her belt, before she turns to look over her shoulder.

Daemon is standing beside his wife, who is without her crown. He presses a light kiss to her temple before he clasps his hands before him, poised and unsettled. 

Her step-father’s grief flourished into fury before she left for Storm’s End. She reminds herself that he has lost loved ones too, his brother, his daughter, his cousin and now two of his sons. But this is a man who thrives in chaos. This is the man who sent assassins to kill Jaehaerys and Jaehaera, in her name. 

She hates him for it, but how many bodies did she leave in her wake on the night of the battle? Too many to count. She didn’t regret it then. She still doesn’t regret it, but that scares her even more. What kind of person is this war turning her into?

Daemon stares back at her with a hardened brown and sighs. 

She turns back to the pyres, and the sight of the sea beyond that. She can still remember how cold she was when she washed up on that beach by Shipbreaker Bay. Did Jace have time to feel the cold, she wonders? Did Viserys meet a similar fate, lost beneath the waves, slipping into the dark and the cold. Alone. Abandoned. 

“Dr–” the word is caught in her throat, but she knows she must be the one to say it. 

She takes a shuddering breath and swallows through the tears and the lump in her throat. Grey Ghost watches her, ready when she is.

“Dracarys.”

The world ignites and the sea vanishes from her view. She feels the heat against her skin and in her eyes. It’s unbearable but she doesn’t flinch. She stares into the flames until they become embers.

Once the fire settles and the ashes have been gathered, a smaller party gathers on a cliff over the sea. Luke and Baela stand hand in hand, behind Rhaenyra, Daemon and Corlys. Jacaerys burned in the tradition of the Targaryens, and now he will be returned to the sea in the tradition of the Velaryons. 

Corlys releases the ashes and they watch them fall to the rocks and water below.

Daemon shuffles on his feet and takes Rhaenyra’s arm in his. “I have news,” he says.

“Now is hardly the time,” Corlys warns darkly.

“War is rarely convenient,” Daemon snaps, “we have our opportunity to strike. We must act now.”

Rhaenyra closes her eyes and breathes. “What do you mean?” 

Daemon glances over his shoulder to the girls, regret evident on his face, but he continues anyway. “As we speak, that one-eyed cunt who calls himself ‘Lord Protector’ is marching for Harrenhal. He has left King’s Landing virtually undefended.”

Luke feels her spine straighten, intent on every word she hears, the trance of her grief lifted like a feather on the breeze.

Baela scoffs and releases her hand as she starts to lead Rhaenyra back to the castle. Corlys and Daemon bow, and Luke curtseys, but she doesn’t acknowledge them. She mutters to Baela, something about putting the children to bed.

Corlys turns back to Daemon and frowns. “Why would he do that?”

“Because he is an impatient child,” Daemon says. “While we have been gathering our forces, they have clearly become paranoid.”

“Or else they want a swift end to this war,” Luke says.

When Daemon looks at her, she cannot tell if he is infuriated or proud. “You are your mother’s heir,” he says. “Do you understand what that means? Do you understand what is expected of you now?”

Understand, yes, but is not sure she realises it. It doesn’t feel real. Nothing feels real. 

“We make for King’s Landing then?” She says.

Daemon nods, and as his head moves down his eyes find the hilt of her sword. The golden seahorse gleams in the glow of the late afternoon sun. He presses his lips together and looks back to Lord Corlys.

“We should wait until we know Aemond is at Harrenhal,” the Seasnake says, and Daemon agrees.

With the dragons surrounding the city, the remainder of the Velaryon fleet surrounding Blackwater Bay and no opposition to stand against their men, the Greens will be brought to their knees. The false King will become their prisoner and Aemond and Vhagar will be miles away, oblivious to the threat until it’s too late.

The three of them had already been making the arrangements for weeks, Daemon, Corlys and Jace.

“The city will be ours in a day,” Daemon declares. 

She tries but she cannot return his sense of triumph and hope.

She looks out over the waves. She can’t see the ashes but they will have settled on the surface of water by now, some of it will have begun to sink.

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[loksthegreat]

The Fool of the white water and his most unlikely bride <3

“King Rhaegar I had fought the men of the north, and queen Elaena had stood by his side as was her duty as a wife, and when her husband and his dragon both where cold and death, and there bones lay buried below Dragonstone, the queen had made peace with the widow of lord stark and set out to appease the northmen. In 623 AC, the queens ships entered White harbor under the wary eyes of common folk and lords alike, the people had not yet forgotten the last time ships under Targaryen banners had been spotted at their shores, neither the brutal siege that would follow. A compensation was to be paid, and the price was princess Haleen I, the queens seventh daughter, a marriage alliance the mermen of the Harbour felt had been denied their house for many years too long. But the princess, though well behaved and set to do as duty demanded, could not find any love for the grandson of the old lord, young Ser Harrold, who would talk for hours of nothing but jousting, melees and sailing, not when the fool of the white water, his mad uncle, would write her love songs that drew the girl to tears and would call her his pale lady, upon hearing that the love story of Aegor and Aenna was her favorite. Ser Wylas had fought on the step stones with the Velaryons in the early years of queen Elaena’s reign, and had returned with an illness that kept him from sleep for days at a time, with no cure but great almonds of wine and ale, her worked in the docks and on the markets, he would build and repair ships or join the fishermen all day (and night) returning barefoot, with cuts on his hands and dressed in the torn clothes of a poorer man only to stoke up his drink or attend a feast (if his lord father screamed at him long enough), but none, especially not the princess, could deny that he was a poet and a bard at heart, sweet of voice, though only when singing, talented with the lute as well as with his words. Only a fourth night did the princess and the fool spend together, before Haleen had fallen in love so deeply she would beg her mother on her knees to marry them, for hours did that usually obedient and agreeable girl beg up and down that she had never met a man as kind, as gentle, as funny, as lovely, as considerate and observant, as sweet and attentive, and she swore she never would. Only when she threatened to run away with him, life their live as common people beyond the wall, or drown together in the white water all together, did the queen relent and grant her daughter her wish. Ser Wylas older brother raged and his son whined about the loss of a formidable match, but the elderly lord Manderly cared little for which man Haleen we’d, as long as he was of his blood and when a year later young Rickard Manderly was the first of twelve children to be born to the couple over the course of their marriage, it became certain that there was no use in complaining.” - ‘The Legacy of a Seahorse’ by Maester Oswyn

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[yandere-writer-momo]

Yandere Hanayama and mermaid reader ( I liked this type of seahorses that have plenty of fins and this one line tail fish so let's say she's a hybrid) been capture finally and she is scared due to being captured and lost a peace of her fin of her long pretty tail?

Oh! You’re talking about a Leafy Sea Dragon!

Poor little mermaid reader would ball her eyes out when one of her fins breaks during her capture. No amount of comforting and coaxing from Hanayama could make her feel better about it. She just broke a piece to herself…

Kaoru would hire lots of caretakers for her so she’s well taken care of but she will not go near him. She’s afraid Kaoru will hurt her more.

So Kaoru has to patiently wait until he builds up trust again so she will sit beside him again… but as the seasons change, there isn’t much of a change in their relationship. And Kaoru is tired of waiting

[toky502]

Prototype number 9: White chimera

Mixed with horse, caterpillar and slug and attribute of hope. The little being is blind and since he was born he had to learn to see the world in a different way. Volhutt told me that even though he doesn't have eyes that won't limit him in this world, and that her is very beautiful. Generally acts more like a human horse, is very calm. The prototype demonstrated the ability to have omnikinesis at a high level and matter manipulation at a medium state. She is very sociable and friendly, her physical structure is stable, she passed her tests successfully in 3 days, very effectively maybe she is smarter than I thought. Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible. The creature usually sleeps a lot as she gets tired very frequently, ironically I have no idea if she is asleep or awake as she sleeps standing up, a rather strange habit, she usually does not open her eyes, she only opens them when she is using her powers. Without a doubt a fascinating specimen!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 10: Black chimera

Mixed with wild cats, an octopus and a worm and the attribute of hate. The small being has a unique physical structure is intangible and tangible at the same time at will. He also has a fanaticism about consuming darkness and shadows of food, he normally acts more like a human octopus, but still retaining his wild side and dexterity of a human wildcat is very restless and somewhat absent-minded for some reason. The prototype demonstrated the ability to copy the powers of its rivals at an almost perfect level and move through the shadows of living beings or objects. To my surprise, it is very friendly and adapts quickly to its environment, ironically the creature does not have any shadow and its physical structure is stable, it passed its tests successfully in an about 3 weeks, it took a little longer than I expected since the prototype did not I understood the emotions of living beings for the most part. My youngest son had to help me on many occasions with this specimen to make it as sociable as possible, at first it didn't go very well so to speak. But, over time the prototype 10 became opened with my son and formed a bond of trust and loyalty. To the point that they became as close and sticky as gum, they ate together, played together and slept together, they even went to the bathroom together, for the love of science damn! who does that!!! Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible. My son told me this morning that he wanted to adopt the prototype, there is no problem on my part but I gave him only one condition if he wanted to keep the creature. Never ever! I should let the prototype try to eat my precious shadow again, one can't work in peace these days!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 11: Silver chimera

Mixed with seahorses, a dove and a hummingbird and the attribute of Honesty. The little being is quite happy and direct, but he has a defect, he becomes obsessed with the order of the most complex or simple objects that surround him. He usually behaves more like a human pigeon, he demonstrated the ability to shrink his own body and that of his rivals without any limit, apparently luckily it is temporary and does not last long according to my calculations the effect of his ability lasts about 12 hours. To my surprise, the prototype can reverse it at will. Besides the fact that he likes very sweet food, a lot of fruits have been disappearing from my refrigerator lately, especially pineapples! I might have to put more cameras in my kitchen. He is very sociable and friendly, his physical structure is stable, he passed his tests successfully in 7 days, although he organized my documents almost all the time in each test, something that was a bit annoying. Mass production will be carried out as soon as possible! One day I went to the palace of the monarchs to look for more information about the weapons of antiquity and I found an extremely giant spider maid monster carrying an ancient car, I was scared shitless! Luckily the young woman saw me and recognized me immediately after leaving the car in another place, she headed in my direction and began to shrink to a normal height, she said her name was Muffet and that she planned to visit me in my laboratory. I was quite intrigued by his ability, when her finished his exhausting work she explained to me that he was looking for me to create an object that would help him carry out and facilitate his daily life to make his work more bearable. I automatically said yes and the next day I showed him the prototype in my laboratory, at first she wasn't entirely convinced and told me that maybe it was a joke or something. I told her that he would not regret his decision and that adopt the prototype 11! Since both are similar to each other in many aspects, for some reason the problem of missing fruits was solved the next day!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

Prototype number 12: Red chimera

Mixed with lizards, a chihuahua dog and a mosquito and the attribute of determination. The little being is happy and curious about his environment, he really likes helping others, he demonstrated abilities to climb walls, create quite resistant force fields, suck blood to increase his physical strength and not to mention that he can fly without the need for wings. He was created based on prototype 1 to help and cure him, he is practically like his younger brother. It has more similarities with a human domestic dog, but its behavior is more of a human mosquito, it is very sociable and friendly, its physical structure is stable. He passed his tests successfully in 2 days, he is very efficient and fast, perhaps the determination in his being has something to do with it. Prototype 1 was taken out of its suspension chamber and put in contact with prototype 12 and surprisingly they like each other quite a bit. The creatures spend almost all their time playing in the laboratory and prototype 1 has not eaten anything suspicious at the moment, apparently every food that I give to prototype 1 is automatically given to prototype 12 even though it clearly shows symptoms of wanting to eat, he puts up with it. A rather negative behavior that I have noticed since he puts his brother as a priority before himself. Despite this it will be under observation and I will subject it to more tests, I have discovered so far that the blood of prototype 12 can neutralize and repair the physical structure of prototype 1. For now it is a great advance! the only problem now would be the mind and abnormal gluttony that the creature suffers from. Today a second, quite particular human arrived in the land of monsters. He has a light blue sweater with violet stripes, and his appearance is similar to Asgore's adopted son. What's the worst that can happen!

Dr. Wayne Ding Gaster

PREVIOUS - END! - FIRST

Most of the prototypes were inspired by the old (underwar) designs created by @revolvius !! ♥️

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[mishalogic]

SEAHORSES

What cool little creatures they are.

Patient peaceful and calm!

Seahorses show us the beauty of ambling

through with no hurry,

always happy to be who and where we are! ... anonymous

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[imaginidol]

Heeseung: "A pearl to a diamond is like the sun to a moon. And it just so happens to be the way I feel about you..."

"Come here," Heeseung smiles, pulling his beanie off.

"What are you gonna do?" You look at his expression carefully, noting a slight sense of mischief inside of him.

"Close your eyes," he says, and you do as you're told.

You hear a shuffling movement and suddenly, he's tugged his beanie over your head, completely covering your eyes.

"Heeseung! What are you doing!?" you laugh, wanting to pull the beanie off your eyes, but his playful grip wouldn't allow it.

"We're five minutes away, and I don't want you to know where I'm taking you!" The soft sounds of his laughter makes your heart skip a beat, because you really have no clue where the boy you were crushing so hard on had decided to designate your first official date.

You and Heeseung had met at a pretty little sherbet shop downtown. One evening, you had decided to go alone to watch your favorite show on your laptop while treating yourself to a sweet dessert. It had been one of your most difficult weeks of school yet, and you felt like this particular night called for a rainbow-flavored sherbet, as you had officially taken your last final of the semester.

What you didn't expect, however, was for the pretty, awkward boy who walked in to swipe several glances at you, unable to keep his eyes away. The truth was, he had actually found you pleasantly attractive, and had a congenial surprise when he noticed that you'd also been eating his favorite flavored sherbet. It wasn't long before he delivered a pretty smile in your direction, and you agreed to return a smile of mutual interest.

Let's just say, you hit it off well and talked practically until closing time, agreeing to stay in touch afterwards. Ten months had passed since then, but regardless of his busy schedule of performances, photoshoots, interviews, recordings, and more, he not once stopped thinking about you. He really felt like the time had come to finally ask you out on an official date, now determined more than ever to confess his feelings.

You feel the car coming to a stop, the noise outside becoming quieter, and finally, he speaks up. "Okay, we're here."

He gently pulls his beanie off your head, while quickly taking advantage of holding your face in the process of doing so. Oh, how he loved that.

"We're at an aquarium!!" you gasped in delight and excitement, eager to see what would await you both inside.

—

"This is so beautiful, Heeseung," you smile, your hands touching the cool glass around you. I've never felt so at peace, you think.

Heeseung smiles, and you both spend the following hours lazily walking around, admiring each and every marine animal in sight. Every clownfish, octopus, sea turtle, starfish, and seahorse surrounding you brought a sense of serenity and peace for both you and him. Nothing was more rewarding than getting to hold his arm while you walked when he wanted to show you something. You'd whisper random and amusing things to each other after every sight, your favorite running joke of the night being pointing at strange, weird fish and giggling, "That's you!"

"Look over here," you point towards a long tube of jellyfish. "I'm gonna take a picture."

Heeseung smiles as you pull out your phone and watches as you carefully adjust your camera exposure to get the best quality.

"I want a picture too, then," he says, and turns around towards a different tank. "Come here," he whispers, and you follow excitedly.

He set his phone timer against another wall, and you both had a moment of enjoyment between posing for photos after photos, some sweet and some silly, laughing and making snarky comments under your breaths whenever someone walked in front and ruined your pictures.

Heeseung takes his phone back to look through them, when suddenly he walks closer to you and whispers into your ear.

"Do a finger-heart with me," he says, and you laugh at the innocence in his request.

His laughter fills you with happiness, as yours does to him. You watch in amusement at a yellow tang swimming next to you, followed by a multitude of purple tangs.

"They're so beautiful, Heeseung," you whisper, pointing innocently at the pretty fishies swimming through.

If only you knew how badly I want to say that to you right now, he thought to himself. Why do I even get shy around you anymore? We're close friends already... but I wish you were more than just a friend...

Damn, you're just so beautiful.

"Heeseung?" the sound of your voice interrupts his train of thoughts. "Are you okay?"

"Wha- Yeah? Yeah, I'm okay, why?"

"Oh, you probably didn't hear me, then. I was asking if you knew where the sharks were."

"Sharks?"

"Yeah, I want to see them swim over us!"

He nods in excitement, extending his hand towards you. It is an invitation you gladly take, and soon enough, you're trotting happily behind him towards the shark tank.

You approach a large tunnel with a grandiose collection of sharks, fish, eels, and other large animals. You look up in awe and amazement, but not noticing that Heeseung was rather admiring you.

"You know," you whisper, taking a short step away from the glass walls. "I don't think I remember the last time I visited an aquarium. I forgot just how beautiful they can be. Thank you, Heeseung."

"I wanted our first date to stand out a little bit," he whispers, "because I... I wanted to ask you something important."

Your eyes look up and meet his, your heart skipping several heavy beats.

"I, uh," Heeseung places his hands into his jacket pockets, his feet fidgeting nervously. "I wanted to say..."

"Is it something important?" you tilt your head to the side.

If only you knew just how important it is, actually, Heeseung hums to himself internally.

"We've known each other for a good while now, and you've... you've become one of my closest friends," Heeseung's voice cracks at the last syllable. "I wanted to... I wanted... to..."

Why am I so nervous around you? Damn, don't mess this up.

Suddenly, he feels the gentle touch of your hand around his forearm. You smile sweetly, one that he can't help but want to cry for.

How are you so... lovely? Just say it!

"I wanted to confess that I think I've fallen in love with you," he blurts quickly, unable to stop himself and a thin layer of sweat form on his forehead.

He bites his lip hard, holding his breath as tight as he could, not knowing what your response would be.

But, you start giggling.

What's so funny?

"Heeseung," you smile, your eyes glimmering brightly under the light of the water. "I don't think you know how long I've been waiting to hear that from you, because I think I'm in love with you, too."

He sighs in relief at the sounds of your words, opening his arms out to you and inviting you into a long, warm hug. He kisses the side of your head, your cheek, your neck, softly and lovingly, not wanting to let go.

Now why was that so hard? My love is mine. I can't believe my love is finally...

finally mine.

You share kisses against his cheek, feeling the warm flush of fluster taking over him as he hugs you tighter, mutually returning the small pecks all over your face.

You both inch your lips closer, and you feel the edge of his touch yours, both mouths about to clash gracefully into each other, when suddenly—

"Wait, I just remembered," he says, pulling away. "I have something for you."

You step back and watch him pull out a small black cloth bag, one very elegantly sown together.

"I want you to be officially mine tonight," he whispers, opening his palm up to you. You gently place your hand in his, and he turns your hand over, placing the bag over your fingers.

You reach towards the bag and open it carefully, pulling out an intricate necklace of elegant pearls.

Pearls.

He reaches over and takes the delicate necklace to exhibit around your neck.

"They can represent beauty and new beginnings, all of which make me think of you," he smiles. You turn around to face him, and he holds you close between his arms.

I’ve never felt more sure about someone in my life.

"A pearl to a diamond is like the sun to a moon. And it just so happens to be the way I feel about you," he whispers, softly pushing his lips eagerly against yours.

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[safely-in-vhagars-belly]

Fire and blood chapter 4: Jealousy

OC X Aegon, oc x Aemond and slight oc x Jacaerys.

WARNINGS:

Aegon and Aemond and you havent slept together for a week. They have been very subtle about it in public life, and part of you just knows they dont care about you now they both have had you.

Tonight, you are invited for a feast thrown by the king to celebrate Lucerys as the future lord of the tides. The princes are seated close to you, within reach so you can hold proper conversations. The other side of the table is for Rhaenyra and her children.

You are here on invitation of Princess Helaena. She usually gets very overwhelmed and even sick during feasts like this and you know how much a good and kind friend will help her cope with this. It won’t be entirely enough, Helaena will still experience it as unpleasant but it would be even worse if you weren't here at all. She has no clue that her brothers fucked you. Well, two of them.

Your heart breaks for the poor sick king who just wanted a nice dinner with his family. You feel very out of place at this sacred moment. You feel unnatural and interrupting.

You enjoy your dinner quietly when chatting with Helaena over her favourite hobbies. Bugs, puppies, kittens and of course reading. You share some laughs and gossip a bit with her and recommend some forbidden books for her. She laughs at you.

A hand taps gently on your shoulder when the music plays. You expect Aemond or Aegon but Prince Jace looks at you with a Smug smile before whisking you away with him. The king smiles touched and you know it's too late to reject Jace now. His girl, Baela looks on like she has just been stabbing in her back.

You accept his hand happily and walk with him to an open spot away from the table. You begin the dance. You grin and jump up and down like he does as well. Aemond meanwhile eyes his brother and Aegon throws back his drink as the song continues, a peaceful melody that sounds to you like the last song of a bird.

Prince Jace and you twirl, your arms intertwined with one another. He gives you a charming smile and you grin, as the song reaches its beautiful heartbreaking bridge.  You see that the food keeps coming, so you interrupt the dance yourself and hurry back to your seat, taking in all the delicious food. Helaena mutters something to herself, but you can’t hear what.

You grab a bit of chicken and a few potatoes. Its an symphony of smells and colours on the table. Aegon sometimes picks up a piece of chicken to devour, but Aemond’s plate is empty. He just sits there, drinking. Aegon does the same and you give them both some hidden glares before starting conversation, something to bring them together. ‘So, Aegon. Are you happy that your nephew now is the Lord of the tides?’ You ask, smiling at a bright and proud Lucerys.

‘I couldn’t care less what my nephews are up to. As long as they keep from touching what is mine by right.’ He grabs the extravangt glass pitcher they putted on the table and fills his cup once more with wine. You know it’s not good for him, but you won’t act like his mother here. If he was alone with you in the libarary, you would’ve hit him with a book.

Luc gets a little confused by those words but you know what he means. He is talking about that dance. ‘How is Driftmark yours, Uncle? Are you Velayeron perhaps?’ He jokes lighthartedly. It falls very flat and you sip your wine uncomfortable.

Aegon scowls. You remember that face from when he had trouble with his lessons but this is something else entirely too. Something like a wolf being mad that his toy is being taken away. ‘You can keep your smelly seahorse shit throne. I am talking about something else entirely. I don’t expect someone of your natural origins to understand. I heard you lacked common sense-‘

‘Aegon,’ you hiss at him, when Lucerys tears up a bit. ‘Be nice. This is a family dinner. For your father, the king. Put up some apperances and act nice.’

‘You really think you can control us, hm Lady Beespring?’ Aemond growls.

You open your mouth to snap at him but change your mind moments later. Softly you add. ‘Someone has to.’

Aegon shoots daggers at you. You look to Aemond for support but he does the same. They only drink and are spectators to this feast. The king doesn’t care about his sons, you can very much tell. He speaks with Jace, with Luc, his daughter and his wife and friend. The others are left out completely and only drink, eat and become more and more resentful torwards their family.

You need catch some fresh air. You excuse yourself and get up and walk out of the room. The moment you have left the room you calm down instantly. Its much colder but much more peaceful outside. You walk to the nearest window and open it, letting the fresh air in.

A hand suddenly grabs your wrists and pins you against the wall next to the window, rather harshly. You stutter in fear and look at your attacker. You gulp. Aemond. He has a twisted smile on his thin lips and wets his lips with the edge of his tongue. ‘Lady Beepspring. How unbefitting of you to leave our little social gathering before it had properly ended.’

Relieved, you relax. 'Hello. We talked about you sneaking up on me.' You say. He softly touches your body, still with you pinned against the wall. 'Hm. We talked but you didnt listen or did you?' You are a bit confused and tilt your head. Aemond leans in and whispers something in your ear when sucking on your earlobe. ‘Punishment, remember?’

'What is that supposed to mean?' You croak out softly and try to escape Aemonds grip. He presses you further against the wall and grins. 'You danced with him.' He bites out and you huff when chuckling.

That stupid little dance? You let him do worse things to your body. 'Come now, dont tell me you are jealous of an stupid little dance. I humoured him, and the king. It was unbefitting to say no.' You say, and try to break free. He only pressures you more into the wall like he wants to push you through it, out of the castle.

‘You should've said no.’ He says. Your heart beats unregularly.

You could not have. You know it. He knows it. It would be inproper. 'I couldnt do that. He is to be the future king-‘ Aemond gets a annoyed look in his eyes and wants to say something but stops himself before he can.

This possessive behaviour has to stop before someone noticies, or you are both in trouble. 'You didnt court me. Neither did your brother.' You didn’t receive any pretty gifts or special treatment. Just two grinning silver haired madlads who grabbed you by your arms and claimed you as theirs.

He touches your face gently, softly and carefully. Touching you like one wrong move could shatter you into thousands pieces. His voice is deep and low and you feel something familiar happening to your body. 'No, we did fuck you. And you liked it very much. How about we skip this shitty party and have our own feast? With you as our very tasty meal?' you flush. He grins. ‘You still have much to learn and to experience. I’ll get Aegon notified and we can go to my room and teach you side by side. How does that sound?’ Very tempting, but you force yourself to be the bigger person.

'Aemond, please. it would break the kings heart. Stay for your father.' But you know he never would alone for his father. So you add, softly. 'Stay for me, please?'

-- It all goes well until a big pig is presented to Aemond. Luc laughs and Aemond becomes the killer.

You dont know what that is about but for reason, he snaps. And he snaps very hard like a branch in the woods being snapped in half. He raises his cup skyhigh and starts talking. ‘Final tribute. To the health of my nephews. Jace, luc, and joffery. Each of them handsome, wise…’ You hold your breath. He grins at you before continuing. ‘Strong.’

Hell breaks lose. - You sit on the bed, your mouth dry and your eyes focussed on the two still drinking men. You assume they would be drunk by now, but they are not. Maybe lightly affected, but mostly they are angry. After the feast, you were summoned to the library where they ordered you to come with them to Aemond’s room via a secret passagewy.

Aemond paces through the room. 'That was a disaster.' Aegon says casually before filling his wine cup. Again. Aemond nods. He agrees with his brother. 'They should have never returned here. They dont belong here. They should burn in Harrenhal like their father did.' That sounds like treason, to you. But you don’t say so. You let them be angry. They don’t know what they are saying.

The older prince gives you a caculuated glare as you slowly eat a piece of cutted apple from the little bowl of fruit they gave you. 'That bastard was looking funnily at her. If I see him look too much, what will we do about it?' He asks, his younger brother. You feel very confused feelings. Shame, because you are not supposed to like these darker sides. Fear, because you know they are not kidding or messing around. And eventually something confusing you can’t quite place yet.

He already has a plan. 'Make him blind.' Aemond suggests, making you nearly choke on your fruit. You put the bowl down and make yourself known again, as they have been ignoring you on purpose since they dragged you in and threw you on the bed.

That is too far. 'You dont need to blind-'

Aegon grabs a cherry from your bowl. 'Quiet.' He puts the cherry in your mouth, silencing you. ‘You still are in trouble. Defending the little bastards, dancing with them…’ You eat the cherry obediently but you are furious they dare to command you like this.

Aemond grins. 'Hm. Enough talking. We have company.’ he says.

Your feelings all over the place. 'Who do you want first tonight?' It's up to you this time. They won't flip a coin like last time. You don't like that bit of freedom they have granted you.

You huff at Aemond. 'Aegon. You clearly dont know how to behave. You don't deserve a reward.' You say with a sweet smile.

Aemond groans threatening when Aegon Laughs at you, happily. He is like a walking time bomb. His emotions are everywhere at once.

The one eyed prince glares at you. 'Hm. I'll remember that.' You feel something bad happen when he says that ominously and the reminder of your first time and how he would fuck you rough during your second time is very fresh in your memory.

‘Aegon, she is yours. Be sure to punish her for her misbehaviour tonight.’

Aegon runs a hand through his silver hairs before getting his shoes off. ‘Oh she will be.’ He grins darkly at you and you swallow.

Aegon climbs on the bed and you back away in instinct. Aemond struts to his desk and starts picking out a book to read when his brother roughly rips your dress open, exposing your breasts. He undresses himself very quickly, touching your breasts gently and running his fingers around your hardened nipples.

Aegon rips of your skirts as well and turns you on your back. You groan as he lifts you and puts you in a familiar kneeling position. 'She is wet.' He says after bending you and showing off your body and entering your insides with his finger.

'She always is, somehow. Our little naughty girl loves getting her cunt fucked.' Aemond comments reading but you sometimes see his good eye stare and look at you. He is pretending to not care about you but you know differently.

You groan. 'I can hear both of you. You will-' Aegon flattens his hand and pushes you torwards him before hitting you several times on your naked exposed ass. You shiver in confusion as pain and pleasure mix inside you.

'The only thing I want to hear from you is how sorry you are for your behaviour and that you'll never even consider doing this again.' He hisses darkly in your ear. You cower.

You are so confused. 'It was a dance. Why do you care?' Aegon forces you to lower your head and you feel him feel you up a bit before he roughly shoves his cock inside you and you groan in pain and whine softly at this rough treatment. You are wet so its easy and nice. It feels good and wrong at the same time but you let Aegon do this. You softly buck and let him have his way with. He fucks out his anger on you.

Aegon is nearing. You are too. You turn around and look at his stiff erection. 'We should teach her how to pleasure us with her mouth.' Aemonds eye twitches a bit. His voice dark and possessive.

Aegon ignores him, grabbing you by your legs and dragging you over to him. You get it once more on your knees much faster and rougher. You pant and close your eyes before Aegon comes inside you and lose it as well.

Aegon kisses your sweaty forehead and tells his brother that he can have you. Aemond slams the book shut and grins. He first does a small inspection of your body. 'Quite wet for us, aren't you?' He mocks you. The son of a bitch.

'Get on all fours.' You obey him. It's best to do so anyway. The sooner you have him inside you the sooner this miserable longing goes away.

'Hmm,' Aemond moans.' Such a tight little fit.'

'So wet too. My brother fucked you nicely but still that's not enough for you, is it?' You shake your head, feeling a blush creep on your cheeks. Aegon growls from across the room. 'Punish her for that. She is such a ungrateful girl.' You want to protest but you see Aegon grin at you. He is only joking.

Aemond however, is not. 'I agree. A punishment is certainly due. How do you wish we punish you, girl?' 'Shall I maybe fuck you? Or maybe you like to suck us both off. We could also try something else out.' You dont like the sound of something else.

'Fuck me,' you breath out. He grabs your hand and lets you rub him. It's been inside you but it's still so foreign and strange to you. 'She is such a scared little thing.' Aegon groans. 'I want her after this.' He says.

You freeze. Aemond uses that and pins you down before kissing you roughly on your mouth. You feel his tongue slip in and get a little bit of a reflect to puke. 'You just had her. It's my turn. I will make the girl scream and cry.' He vows and you whimper in fear.

He seems to like that. 'Present yourself for me. On your knees and spread them nicely.'

'Good.'

'Do you like it that we share you? Do you like having two men to fuck you bloody and to squirt in as much cum as that little cunt of yours can handle? Do you like getting stuffed and stuffed until you can't have it and eventually come when one of us is deeply rooted inside you?'

You nearly grunt. 'Yes what?' He demands.

You keep sighing. 'Yes, to all of that. Please...'

He laughs. 'You wont dance again. You wont even glance at other boys again. You are ours. Is that understood?' He trusts a bit deeper and harder. Your eyes roll in your head.

'Yes! Yes please I'm sorry.' You quickly blurt out.

He groans. 'Apolgise to my brother as well.'

You quickly mutter your apologies 'Aegon I'm sorry.' The fucking intensifies.

You cry out and come soon after. Aemond notices and roars when rolling up against you and fucking you deep. 'I didnt gave you permission for that.'

'Sorry,' you dont know why you apologise to him. You dont. Aemond chuckles warmly before taking you fast and steady. He comes and drops you with a groan after nearly having his way with you for a long and slow time.

'Let me see.' Aegon inspects you. He knows you need him. Deep and hard. Rough and fast. 'Stil wet. You want it two times tonight?' He asks, for your consent. Very unusual.

You nod, softly whispering. 'Yes, please. Very much.'

They both chuckle at that. 'Such a polite little girl when she needs to be. I will have her after this a second time as well.' Aemond pets your hair before backing away and letting Aegon have his fun with you again.

You are dirty, cum on your legs and on your entrance. You are wet and feel feverish and tired. Aegon laughs before climbing on top of you again. You and the princes have sex one more time before they finally decide it's been enough for you for today. They softly wash away the blood and the cum off your body and dress you in a night gown.

You are sore and tired. 'Good girl for fucking us. I want to hear one more time how sorry you are.' Aegon says strictly.

'Very much, my prince.' You answer politely.

'Let's grant her some rest. She must be tired.' Aemond interrupts your playing.

You are indeed. Exhausted. 'You will need to keep awake. The tea will soon come. Unless you want a child with one of us.' Aegon jokes.

You grin. 'They would be adorable.' Both of them share a brief horrified look. 'Yes. I suppose.' Aemond blurts out.

Aegon takes a cup of tea from a maid. 'Here. Drink.' He pushes the drink in your hands.

You are not a spare wife. You are just a object to fuck and to have fun with. 'Can I return to my rooms?' You ask, a bit saddened by their extreme reactions.

Aegon grins at you. 'No, you'll stay here.' He tells you. You dont like that. 'But these are Aemonds rooms-' you protest but the second prince already smirks. 'I dont mind sharing my bed.'

'What if someone comes looking for me?' You wonder. 'What if a servant saw us?' This will only end badly.

Aegon shrugs. 'I'll tell them to hang themselves.' He says casually.

You growl and throw one of Aemonds pillows to him. 'Aegon!' You scold.

He groans. 'What? You are better off with my brother when I take in the city. He might even let you in a nice bath so you can clean up properly. You should be fresh for us.' He wiggles his brows.

You groan and huff. After finishing the tea you enter the bathroom and make a bath. After it you return to Aemond. He is on his bed reading. Aegon is still gone. Subtly you take the book away and grin at him.

'We cant have sex now.' Aemond says, reading your bloody mind with his demon powers. What the hell?

You pout. 'Aren't you ready for it?' You rub him. 'Does your body hurt?'

He grabs you and flips you over his legs so you are on your back like a helpeless kitten. You Yelp, scared. He grins and smacks you again. 'No, you silly goose. I am beyond ready to fuck and to fuck you until you cant walk. But our agreement was that we fuck you when the other is present or we wont fuck at all.' He says and picks up the book again.

''You know; I quite like the way you order me around. I don't know what that is. I dont have it when we are not being intimate.' You softly confess when he runs his hand through your hairs.

He smiles at you. Sincere and gentle. 'It's good you like that. Me and Aegon are used to being obeyed. And you proved us that you serve us very loyally and richly.' He chuckles and you roll your eyes grinning as well.

He continues. 'I shall pass it to Aegon as well. He is careful and holding himself back. I can tell. But if you like getting it rough, getting scolded and punished well who are we to deny yourself and ourselves such pleasures?' Pleasures.

You think. 'Can I ask you something personal?'

He laughs. 'I think we are past that but go on.'

You take a deep breath. 'Do you think you could ever forgive and forget what happened to you? Your nephews-'

'No, I can't.' He abruptly says.

'Sleep, girl. Sleep.' And you do. You do.

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[lya-dustin]

All is bliss

Chapter 14

Gif @behindfairytales

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When royalty comes to your door, you do jot slam it in their face.

No one can say no to them. Everything they ask of you; you must do it or else pray the Targaryen at your door is one with a heart.

Jena feels a thrill at slamming it in Aemma’s face, but once the feeling passes, she opens it again.

Aemma Velaryon was more of a Seahorse than a Dragon even if just hours ago the Silver Queen’s flames had burned her.

“Well played, your highness.” Jena said coolly.

She had not been put in her place like that, Jena had risen to the top because most of these ladies were too easily led.

The older ladies had been formidable, but their progeny and granddaughters had grown complacent once the more strong-willed ladies left with Princess Rhaenyra.

No one here could ruin Queen Alicent the Pious’ perception of an all harmonious court filled with righteous people who never strayed from the path.

Luckily for Jena, she knew how to be discreet and how to bend the rules just enough to get away with it.

“It was the easiest way to get the court to shut up. I didn’t want to, but I had to.” Aemma says as if wanting to apologize.

And then she did.

“I am sorry.”

First time Jena has heard a dragon apologizing.

Even Aemond hardly did, broke their affair via a short missive sent with a page in his household.

And because the princess thinks she has not heard her, she says it again.

“I am sorry for humiliating you in front of everybody, had I had a choice, I would have not done it.”

The princess means it, her periwinkle eyes serious and her face showing genuine guilt.

She would be a good queen, a shame this marriage was done with the sole intent of stealing her crown.

“You shouldn’t apologize, you punished me for disturbing the peace of court and slandering you. I am lucky you did not call for my tongue, or worse, my head.” Jena dismissed it knowing Aemma needs to learn to be cruel when the occasion calls for it.

She will need it. You need cold steel and soft silk and a tongue full of poisonous honey to rule, especially a place filled with green vipers.

“I should be thanking you for taking Aegon’s attention from me, it is a relief not to have him rutting on top of me these days.” Aemma changed the topic with a wry smile.

Aegon was a selfish lover, had a habit of making one feel used especially when he finishes and leaves without a care for his partner.

Women were toys to him. Pretty dolls he can claim and know they cannot refuse him without risking his wrath.

He was the king’s son, the queen’s favorite little monster, the perfect puppet king Hightower has created to further his ambitions.

Who could ever say no to him?

“Glad to be of service, your highness.” Jena nods as she accepts her gratitude.

“You need an ally at court. If it please, your highness, I would like to be that ally.” Not friends, allies.

They could be friends. Sure the mistress is never friends with the wife, but this situation is far more complex.

Jena does what she can to keep her husband and her family in a position of prestige and make sure Mistwood is hers.

She had already lost Mistwood to her late husband when her father brought them to ruin with his gambling and drinking, Jena would not lose it a second time.

Friendship will come later, if it comes at all.

“I would like that, Lady Wylde.” The princess agreed cautiously.

And to show her she is being honest, Jena tells her about this secret meeting the lord hand and the queen are having with Vaemond Velaryon.

Aemma’s threat had been simple.

Do not cross me.

Alicent hears it again when she sits at the head of the table wearing seafoam green satin and pink flowers.

She looks like a young girl, and yet commands the room despite her looks.

“If you go forth with your petition, dear nuncle, you will find yourself a head shorter tomorrow morning.” She said drumming her nails on the tabletop.

“I will not be denied my birthright, niece.” He takes the seat of the Master of Ships and Alicent is forced to sit beside her father instead of her usual place, the head of the table.

Alicent will never admit it to anyone, but she has come to enjoy being the one with the power.

To make the decisions, to sit on the Throne and make all your suffering worth it.

And yet, here comes someone younger, more beautiful to cast her down and take all she holds dear.

She has Aemond’s heart, Helaena’s confidence and Aegon’s obsession.

Even little Daeron finds herself tongue-tied and red faced whenever she even speaks to him.

“He has a right to be heard, your highness.” Her father warns knowing Aemma will pose a problem.

He got rid of the previous Aemma when she began asking Viserys to consider Rhaenyra as their heir, gods know what he would do to this Aemma.

“Yes, he does, but have you considered that this would invite speculation on any children Aegon claims as his?” this she asks looking at her directly. “We all know any child I have will not be his, who is to say someone will speak the truth as my great uncle will do tomorrow and call into question the succession?”

Vaemond scoffed, “As if the One-Eye would dare rise against his own children.”

Her father tensed, caught unawares about the arrangement.

He was never supposed to know. The babe’s true father would remain a secret until it was no longer dangerous.

And that time would have been when Otto Hightower was on his deathbed.

“I am not saying Aemond, you and I know that Driftmark is only the beginning for you.” Aemma ignores the calculating look on the other player on the board as she spells out the obvious.

Helaena preceded Aemond, Helaena’s sons would be a threat to Aemma’s just for being trueborn.

Aemond would not do so as the father of the children, but Helaena’s children could grow and ask why bastards took their birthright from them.

Just as Alicent had raised her children to question why Rhaenyra’s sons got everything and they nothing.

Aemond’s eye was a warning of what was to come and Alicent had sought to stop it by having Aemma’s claim be tied to Aegon’s.

Except she hadn’t.

No, she had delayed the inevitable.

The dragons will dance and the realm will curse them for it.

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[tobacconist]

the hardest of men shave with a blowtorch. and they put garlic in their socks. i smoke my pipe upsidedown in the rain. behold, i see a woman riding a pig backwards. wait, its not a woman. its a man in a dress. look! she has an elaborate headdress on her head, it looks like a big castle made of smaller castles, with heather about it. and theres a little dog too, no, wait, i dont know if its a dog or a pig. it could be a small pig. its a small hairy animal, and it has wings. it could be a bearcub. hes swimming beside her and there is a mongoose with him, but the mongoose doesnt have wings. the 'woman' is called an angel, and she plays the saxophone. i see a hexagon, and the inverse of a seahorse, and a high heeled boot kicking a football. i learned long ago that there is a certain kind of rare jewel which glows in the darkness, which has medicinal virtues. and it is possible to dissolve it in wine, and it has the power to change the past and the future. but i cannot tell you its name. it is obtainable only in the far far east. so far east that youre almost west again, 'weast', as we call it. hark! hark! hear the dogs bark! news from the west! you must wear a vest! news from the north! let us go forth! news from the east! a fast and a feast! news from the south! shut your mouth! but i shall not. she is a mute, yet great is the multitude of her words, she is the barren one, and many are her sons. i am the mother of my father and the sister of my husband, she said, once. i dont think anyone knows what she meant by it. beware, there are serpents crawling at your feet, i wear a snake around my neck. was i not there when the earth began? when jesus rode on dinosaurs, and all the forests were full in plenty? and no one hurting eachother, and all was merry, and all the aminals living in peace, and adam and eve aswell, and the fountain, and the angels that walked then amongst us, and the glory of the garden. it was precious, and i remember it well. and i remember the tower of babel, and the green man who lived on the island, and the giants and dwarves; and the dragons which are now slain. and was i not there at the sacred touching-of-the-beards ceremony? i wove mine in with the rest, wizards we, and it was for the greater good. when mary and elizabeth met, their babies jumped for joy within their wombs. and know that the baby jesus never once cried, and that he was born with his eyes open, and that his smile is most precious. once, peter and jesus went out upon the fields, and they ploughed three furrows and brought up three worms. one was black, one was white, and one was red. in ancient days, the world was divided in three parts: the waters, the lands, and the skies. and they were three separate kingdoms, and only the swan could move freely between them. when we die, worms eat our bodies, then birds eat the worms, and we eat the birds. its a little bit disgusting, actually. twice, mary ran to the shore carrying three worms, one black, one white, one red. the first time they were living, the second time they were dead. and she cried for her son, like no woman has cried. we all heard it, in heaven and in earth. and didnt the earth tremble? and the sun and moon look away? worms wriggle and writhe. the black one was called ignorance, the white one was called shock, and the red one was called pain. when jesus was a little boy, he made some sparrows out of clay. thrice, the cockerel crowed for peter. the boat was lost at sea. three worms mary held in her hand, one black, one white, one red. and didnt the salty wind whip her about as she stood there on the beach? the flight to egypt was perilous, airtravel wasnt as good back then you see. they were stopped at customs many times and accused of stealing their gold and smuggling their incense.

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Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms (if you know you know), shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes (prefers gold), fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors (if she wants for something she will have it), biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors (a waste of time), biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion (HUGE NO), watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

#only if you want to of course! 🖤 #oc: lioslaith mac ruaidhrí #oc: adda de trastamara #oc: zoya de tancarville #oc: holland willoughby #leg.ocs #leg.tagged #leg.txt #if you have done this already please feel free to ignore! and if i missed you please take this as your tag! #THANK YOU SO MUCH BELOVEDS <3 #i will for sure be doing this with more ocs..! this was so cute to do! #ajsnkak lioslaith in the last two sessions on picking mushrooms IM SCREAMING.. she wishes not to kansxkajs #(they are at times fae affiliated and alive and like.... as the heir of an empire she wishes not to make enemies of potential allies..?) #i also realized i liked zoya better (the name meaning is more fitting! its 'from zeus' and her being descended from -> #a vampiric divine being her name meaning 'from a god' FIT SO WELL for her you know?) #i still need to figure out what her class is but ill get to play her in 3 days so ill determine that then! <3 #i love that holland aligned with so many of the aesthetics here <3 that ex personal assistant was MEANT for life in stardew <3 #zoya LOATHING beaches and cottages asnjkhnxdk but that dearest the most in love with the zen garden..! love that for u! #even the chaotic/lawful evil aligned (it varies on her mood that day ajnxksn) need *peace* u know <3 #also SCREAMING how much zoy VEHEMENTLY loathes trusting anyone especially her family.. so that's why that was a HARD no asnk #given her back story its so on brand! also loving for adda that she also felt the most at home with the garden aesthetic! #shes also lawful evil aligned jsanxn (at times lawful neutral bc though power hungry she still loves her people <3)

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oc nature aesthetics.

tagged by my dears @dihardys @leviiackrman @blackreaches @chuckhansen thank you!! 💗🌿

tagging @indorilnerevarine @shellibisshe @jackiesarch @florbelles @marivenah @arklay @montliyets @aartyom @fenharel @loriane-elmuerto @kingsroad @yennefre @shadowglens @queennymeria @devil-kindred if you want!

rules: bold what always/definitely applies, italicize what sometimes applies, strikethrough what never applies.

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

#tag game #oc: wren #oc: arielle #really wanted to use wren bc it didn't seem like she'd fit any lmao #but forestcore makes the most sense actually! #arielle being zen gardencore followed by beachcore is extremely accurate