#There's no other reason the dragons are so desperate to get them back. None at all.

[nighttimepatrons]

Oh no! oh no! it's time for another dragon au! noooooo (i think this makes three district ones now hehehehe)

something something Melkor sails across the sea and steals the three Silmarils from out of Feanor's nest. I'm not sure he quite expected several dragons to hurl themselves after him, into a strange and unknown land.

These are all quick sketches that took over my mind and I had to get out of my system. Very top is Celebrimbor, he was very young when he flew with his family over the ocean and through some sort of relationship with the elves of Eregion he lives an almost calm life and has all but abandoned his family's maddness for reclaiming the Silmarils.

Below him are Maglor and Maedhros (along with not to scale Elrond and Elros).

And at the bottom is Celegorm. If he ends up being the only one with a beak I can be okay with that :) I want him fast and raptor-like and aggressive looking and he has definitely eaten elves and all manner of other speaking races. He get's be the iconic wester dragon and steal a princess (Luthien) hahaha haven't decided if he's gonna survive that little stunt or not :)

#my art #celebrimbor #celegorm #maglor #maedhros #silm au #the silmarillion #the silm fandom #silm #yet ANOTHER dragon au #dragons #sketch #sketchbook #middle earth #yes Elrond and Elros get to be dragon riders in this #also the Just Gems. Really. #There's no other reason the dragons are so desperate to get them back. None at all. #:)

[amuseoffyre]

With Black Sails being back in streaming in some areas, I'm imagining how much it would infuriate the current slew of people who are convinced that watching morally gray/bad characters makes you as a viewer a morally gray/bad person.

Our leading man straight up beats someone to death with a cannon ball in the first couple of episodes and kills many many many people while acting out of grief, loss, remorse and rage. Also, he is baby and cries in his cabin.

One of our leading lady abandons and double-crosses her lovers (both male and female) out of her desire to do what she believes is the right thing to keep their world alive and running, trading, bartering and fighting every step of the way.

And the best part is that none of these characters start out this way. We have so many idealists. The hopeful ones who want the better world, but the better world isn't something 'civilisation' will allow them to have and the carnage comes when they try and change things. It's a scream against the injustices of the world that pushes people to desperate measures to hold onto and protect what little they have.

This is how they survive. They paint the world full of shadows and then tell their children to stay close to the light. Their light. Their reasons. Their judgments. Because in the darkness, there be dragons. But it isn't true. We can prove that it isn't true. In the dark there is discovery. There is possibility. There is freedom in the dark once someone has illuminated it.

Everyone else is ruthless, survivalist, determined to do whatever they have to in order to get what they want/need. People make horrible decisions out of desperation and because there's literally no other choice. And there are consequences. Each action causes ripples in the canon pool. No decision, no matter how reckless/hopeless/desperately made, comes without repercussions.

Unlike so many series, what happens in the episodes before directly impacts how the events that follow play out. Action and reaction. It's a narrative that begins long before we join the story and, when we leave it, it's a narrative that will continue long afterwards. It's a bloody, chaotic, glorious and devastating would-be revolution.

In case I hadn't mentioned it, I adore this show with every fibre of my being. It is packed with so many layers and so much nuance and history and phenomenal character arcs.

#black sails

[elijahslittleprincess]

In war and love

Summary : Daemon comes back from war injured and you are here for him.

You were reading a book In front of your chambers fireplace when you heard sound coming from outside yours and Daemon shared room. It wasn't usual because you were in a private and secluded place of the castle that only your husband and yourself were allowed to come to. Considering the fact that for a good month now Daemon departed for war, a frown appeared on your features and you decided to go see what it was.

When you opened the large door of the chamber, you found yourself face to face with your personal maid Mina, that looked quite erratic. The poor girl seemed panicked and you started to be worried to as she spoke in a hurry to you.

Oh you majesty thanks the lord you are awake! It's the prince~ He is back and...injured. We tried to take care of his wounds but he doesn't allows any of us close to him. I deplore to say that I'm quite desperate your Highness.

Your eyes went wide at her words, understanding that your husband was finally back in the castle and to your inner turmoil injured. You knew Daemon like you knew your own self, he wasn't the type to show weakness and allow others to see himself in a compromising position. Being injured and weak was one of them and you knew that apart from yourself, their was no one else he would allow near him in this situation.

Knowing that, you pushed away your frustration for not being informed right away of his arrival and just asked the young women where your dear husband was.

You weren't surprised at all to hear he still was in his dragon company in the lower part of the castle. After all, Daemon just loved this place and his dragon. So without further a do, you hurried to get to his side, your mind getting a bit overwhelmed with different scenarios possible.

Soon enough, you found yourself standing in front of the huge entrance of Caraxes home. A long breath escaped your lips as you prepare yourself to see Daemon after a week apart. You honestly never could pinpoint the reason but it always was a sources or stress and anxiety to see him after he went to battle...especially now that he came back injured. What if he was in a terrible condition, what if his injury were not something you could help him with this time...

You found yourself shot out of your wandering mind as Mina joined your side again and stood besise of you shyly.

Your highness, do you require anything from me before you get to his majesty?

Your eyes locked on your maid and you shook your head in a negative manner. You'll take care of Daemon by yourself you tought.

No I will be fine, the rest of the staff and yourself can retire for the night. You said with a serious but none the less gentle voice to the girl, before looking back at the large door in front of you.

As you wish your majesty, have a good night.

Your maid told you before retiring like you asked. Leaving you finally at peace to attend to your husband.

With a bit of hesitation, you opened the large door and came into the gigantic underground rocked cave that served as a home for your husband's dragon. Rapidly, as you scanned the area, your eyes saw Daemon's figure from afar, standing asside of Caraxes large scaly head to pet him. The only sight of it that was quite adorable you'll have to admit, brought a smile to your lips instantly and a chuckle to leave your mouth.

You slowly walked to the both of them after that, feeling your breathing escalating slowly. Your worry and love for your prince were making your poor heart all bothered, that even if apparently Daemon hadn't realized you were there yet. In fact, It wasn't until Caraxes let an happy growl out because of the sight of you, that your husband finally realised your presence close behind him.

Well at least there is one of you both that came home without any scratches. You said with your gentle and sweet voice that let your nervousness shows a bit.

Daemon turned to look at you when you spoke up, his deep gaze finding yours in a mere second.

He immediately smiled at the sight of you, standing there looking so devine. He missed you so much when he was gone and as he look at you, your husband could sware you looked even more perfect that you did before his departure. The Rogue prince heart was beating hard in his chest, his desire and need to get closer to you only growing stronger by the seconds. Daemon just couldn't wait any longer, so he moved quickly in front of you and took hold of your face. Then, with a deep and passionate devotion, he kissed your lips deeply.

The sudden contact made you moan and whimper, wanting so much more of him. His touch felt like heaven and his strong arms securely placed around your waist made you feel safe like only him could. For a moment, your mind went blank and you only had the feeling of his lips against yours and his presence close to you that matter.

Then, after a while of getting used to each other again, you both parted and only stayed in each other's embraced for a moment. Daemon caressed your cheek delicately, treating you like the most precious thing in the world and then spoke up.

My perfect wife...how I missed you.

A smile shined on your lips at this and you delicately started playing with strands of his long white hair that you loved so much.

I missed you to Daemon...you know it's difficult for me when your gone. You told him gently before your mind finally got lucid enough again to remind you why you were down here in the first place. You took a rushed intake of breath, realizing Daemon might actually be in pain, then you backed away a little from your man to take a better look at him. Your eyes scanned every single part of his strong and perfect body before they fell on his left arm and stop net.

Oh my God...

You whispered before placing your hand to each side of his wound. It was really bloody and he apparently had a long and quite deep cut starting at his shoulder and stopping a bit higher that his mid arm. It looked really painful and your eyes went immediately to his, feeling terribly bad.

Daemon for heaven sake why didn't you let the maids attend to this!! That's a serious injury.

You said with a shaky breath filled with sudden panic and worry.

Your husband that didn't seemed affected at all by his injury chuckled at your words and tries to get you to calm down. He took your face between his hand and looked deeply into your eyes.

It's nothing my love don't worry, my body have seen much worse. Beside I don't want anybody but you to touch me.

His pretty eyes and his deep and attractive voice calmed your nerves a bit. You felt frustrated by how fucking stubborn your husband was sometimes, he apparently thought it was a funny matter and wasnt taking it seriously at all.

Nothing! Daemon your going to bleed out if you do nothing about it, God your such a stubborn asshole sometimes. Thanks the gods for gifting me patience!~

You said with a serious and quite apparent anger, before taking your husband dagger that he kept on his belt and ripping off a large piece of black tissues of your dress. After doing that, you roughly tear apart the sleeve of his tunic and pressed the tissue you took from your dress to his wound to get the blood off of it.

While you were doing that, Daemon just looked at you with a smirk and a loving expression. Even if he knew very well it wasn't a situation that was supposed to be funny, he couldn't keep his amusement away from his feature.

You looked so sexy and entrancing when angry, he just loved this fire within you so much. You were so different from any other women. One second you could be delicate and soft and the next, rough and violent when something was making you mad. Daemon just felt like you fitted perfectly together. You were a delicate flower but you had really dangerous thorn that even him felt proud of.

As you carried on with your task, you didn't realised that your husband had gotten his lips closer to your ear. So when Daemon actually bite your lob and whispered something seductively to you, your body immediately trembled with surprise and desire.

You look so terribly attractive when you are mad my love...

Your cheeks redden immediately as he spoke those praises to you. You felt so silly to react like this when you were supposed to be mad at him. Why did he has to be so perfect, it was a torture in itself. Especially since you were separated from each other the past month, but anyway.

With all the might and control you had, you keep your cool and stayed focused on the bleeding, your eyes meeting his for a mere second.

Daemon, this is nighter the moment or the place for this darling.

You told him with the ghost of a smirk lingering on your lips and a little twinkle of desire that you just couldn't hide from him.

The Rogue prince at your words and apparent desire just chuckled and kissed the nape of your neck delicately.

Fine...I'll try to wait until you finish with this if that's what you desire my love.

Daemon purred against your neck before letting his lips leave your skin to smile at you.

You are such a child you know that?

You said softly to him while letting go of his wound to take his hand instead.

Come now, we need to get to our chamber. This wound of yours need to get stitches.

Yes mam. Daemon said obediently with an attractive smirk lingering on his lips.

Your only answer to his words was a cute chuckled and a smile before you dragged him out of the underground caves. You both walked your way through the different hidden passages that lead to your quarters. Daemon staying behind you, his eyes staying on your perfect figure. He honestly felt happy to be back to you and couldn't keep himself from thinking that you were perfect.

Soon enough, you reached your chambers and delicately entered before closing the door behind you both.

Daemon seemed to look around when you arrived. Just like if things would have change during the time he wasn't home or maybe was it because he missed being here. You couldn't say. However, you did remembered you had to take care of him so your mind when back to your task.

You flashed your husband a cute smiled then, before asking him sweetly to go sit on the bed while you get the things you'll need to stitch his wound.

The Targaryen prince, didn't even wait a second before executing himself and getting settled on the bed.

As he sat down, you immediately left his side to get what you needed.

During this time, Daemon was still looking at the room with an happy smile on his lips. It felt good to be back to the castle and back to you. He loves the war but sometimes being away from you was becoming a torture that he wasn't quite liking. Anyhow, as he observed the surrounding with a warm expression on his feature, his purple eyes moved to look aside of him to your side of the bed. To his surprise, he found the bed untouched, just like if nobody had slept on it tonight. Daemons eyebrows furrowed at this and he wondered why you weren't sleeping at this hours of the night. He was slowly starting to think about getting up to fetch you

but then you emerged back from the bathroom to come back to his side.

How did you know I was back my love, did the maids woke you up?

Your husband asked you with a gentle voice that only you got to hear. He seemed concerned suddenly and you wondered why. Your eyes found his as you sat aside of him on the bed, laying all the things you went to get. Then, you asked him to turn a bit so you'd be able to stitch his wound. While he obeyed in silence, you answered his question with a warm voice.

No they didn't, I wasn't sleeping actually.

Your husband turned his head to look back at you seemingly more curious and worried.

Why is that? It's nearly 4 in the morning if I'm not mistaken...you should have been sleeping at this hours my sweet.

As Daemon spoke his last words, you understood why he seemed worried. After all you did stayed up quite late and this, because you just couldn't sleep without him. The past month have been a nightmare for you honestly. You barely manage to get an hour or two of sleep each night and that only when you slept on his side of the bed with his pillow that smelled like him.

His perfect eyes were looking at you scrutinizingly and you felt yourself getting flustered suddenly. It was special to have Daemon caring about you, after all he was ruthless and terrifying for most people and you felt special to be the only one exception to this rule.

You gently started to dab at his wound with a cotton covered with alcohol. The action didn't even caused your husband to react or flinch. As you observe his feature for any trace of pain or else from your actions, you spoke up to him again.

I know...but I wasn't I'm sorry to disappoint you my dear husband.

Daemon eyes seemed to show love and care toward you as you speak. He honestly just wanted to know why you weren't sleeping and he made sure that you understood he needed an answer this time. His hand went to your chin and he brought your face softly up to look at him again. Your hands at this stopped moving and your attention immediately got taken away from him.

Why.

A shaky breath left your lips at the sudden tension that you felt between the both of you. He could be such a pain in the ass sometimes. It was making you mad that you were to tell him how desperate you were without him. Nonetheless, you knew he wouldn't stop asking if you didn't answered his question. Your husband wasn't the most patient of man, so you just answered.

Because I can't sleep without you Daemon! Is it what you wanted to hear, your happy now?!

You literally shout out at him before looking away back to his wound. You desperately tried to look everywhere but at him, the feeling of guilt within you getting stronger by the second because of how arsh you sounded. You regretted it the second it came out of your lips.

Your husband on his side, stayed dumbfounded looking at you with a blank expression. He defenetly didn't expected you to talk to him like that. You were for sure the only person in the world that he would leave alive after being that disrespectful toward him. Luckily for you however, daemons worry for you was stronger than his masculine urges to have you obedient and perfect for him. Therefore, instead of being pissed at you for yelling at him, he just took it on him to observe you better. Now that he could look at you clearly with the lighting of the room, the Targaryen prince could clearly saw how tired you seemed to be.

Oh my love...you look so terribly pale, I'm just worried about your well-being. How much sleep did you have this past month darling...honestly.

You were expecting anything but this reaction from your husband really. His voice sounded so soft and sweet, it made you feel even worse. After minutes of looking away, you finally allowed yourself you look into his eyes again before speaking up to him.

I'm sorry...I shouldn't have yelled. I don't have a lot of patience recently. To be quite honest...I don't really know how much sleep I got while you were gone. Maybe two hours a day or less.

You finally confessed to him before letting a soft breath out of your mouth. You kept looking into his deep violet eyes this time and you clearly saw his worry and slight panic when you said that. You immediately tried to recomfort him, to tell him you were fine even if it wasn't quite true. One of your hand came to his face and you just caressed it softly.

Daemon I'm ok, don't worry my love. I knew you would be away for war a lot when we got married. It's something I consented to and it's more meaningful than my sleep by far.

Unbelief cross on Daemon's face at your words. He couldn't believe that. Nothing was more important than your well-being for him and he felt bad that you didn't think the same.

My Beloved wife...there is nothing in the whole world that is more important than you to me. Daemon said as he gently started to caress your cheek with his fingers. It felt really good and without noticing, you leaned closer to his touch. You missed that. Those intimate moments that you both had and the delicate and loving way he used to touch you.

A pretty smile revealed itself on your lips as both your eyes met. Your heart beat harder in your chest from that simple touch of his. It truly mattered to you that he cared even if you told him not to. You knew it was Daemons way of telling you "I love you".

For a slight second, your eyes shifted to his lips. You felt like kissing them quite badly right now. A shaky breath left you as your thoughts lost the battle against your desire. Your body on its own, guided by your need for his, shifted on his lap and soon enough, your lips found his in a passionate embrace.

A sweet moan left your lips as you both kissed, Daemon not waiting a second before kissing you back and placing his arms around your waist securely. For a moment you forgot everything and just basked into him and the feeling of being close to him like this again. It felt so addictive and your body responded to it was if they had craved it for months. In a reflex, your fingers intertwined themselves into Daemon's long white hair and started playing with them gently. After a little moment, your lips parted from each other and you let your head fall on his. A moment of silence followed then and words your husband wasn't saying but showing to you stayed in the air peacefully.

I know, I love you too Daemon. My perfect dragon prince. You told him sweetly with all the love you felt for him showing in your eyes. A hand came to his cheek and you gently started caressing it, before speaking up again.

I know you worry about me darling but I promise that I'll be fine now that you are back. I just need to finish stitching your wound up and we will go to sleep.

Daemons seemed to think about that for a moment, then he finally gave up on arguing and just nod. He wasn't liking the fact you needed to waist time on your sleep that you already visibly lacked to help him out. Yet, Daemon knew he wouldn't be able to manage his wound alone so consequently, he just stayed there looking at you with a guilty like expression. Before you started again to attend to his injury, the rogue prince gently kissed your forehead and smiled to you.

Fine but don't even think about getting out of bed tomorrow because their is no way I will let it happen.

A chuckled left your lips at his words, knowing very well that he was absolutely serious about this.

Oh don't worry, I won't even more a muscle now that I have you back I'll make sure to take everything I can.

You said playfully, yet quite truthfully.

With an affectionate smile mirroring his, you started back to get his wound disinfected after speaking. It took you mare minutes after you got to work before finishing this step and getting to the stitching part. You had to say you were a bit worried for him knowing it would hurt quite a lot.

Nonetheless, you knew it was something that needed to be done so you just prepared the needle and the thread before your eyes went up to Daemons with the apparent worry that showed in them.

Are you ready my love? You asked him sweetly while laying a gentle kiss to his temple.

Daemon smiled at you apparently touched by your concern for him, then he just nodded at your words confidently.

Yes, don't worry for me it's really not the first time darling.

His words sounded confident and they got you a bit more appeased that you were seconds ago. Considering that you had his go now, you got to work and started to plunged the needle into his skin and stitch the wound. You tried to hurry up the best you could, even if when you looked at daemons expression while you work, he didn't seemed affected by pain at all. It was more for you than for him you thought but Anyway. After a good fifteen minute of hard work, you were done and your husbands arms finally stopped bleeding. You observed your work with pride and then smiled brightly to you man that seemed happy to be done with that.

There, I'm done my prince, try not to fight anybody until it heals completely would you.

You said with a playful tone and a smirk on your lips as you gathered everything you used in a little basket and got it on the floor beside the bed.

Daemons hand came under your chin as you cheekily talked to him and he kissed your lips to shut you up. A giggled left you during the kiss and you layed your hand on his strong chest. A cute little whimper got out of your lips when he let go and you feign a pout as he stood up from the bed and chuckled your way.

Don't be mad at me wife, I'm simply going to clean myself up a bit before we get to sleep. You'll get plenty of kissed afterward I promise. Your husband said before disappearing in the bathroom with a soft smile, leaving you sat on the bed, blushing like a shy maiden.

Your heart skipped a beat at the prospect of sleeping with him after all this time. To say you were excited was an understatement but you gathered yourself and hurried up to get ready for bed. It was nearly morning already but you couldn't care less, you needed sleep quite desperately and their was absolutely nothing that would get you out of bed before the day after.

As you stripped yourself from your gown and undid your hair, You felt the delicate and warm heat of the fire touching your skin. It felt good and you couldn't keep yourself from smiling brightly while getting dressed into your nightgown this time. Surprisingly, when you got back to bed and slide under the huge covers, Daemon wasn't there yet. You layed your head on your pillow then, waiting for him as your long white hair framed your pretty face.

You didn't had to wait very long before you saw your husband walking out of the bathroom in only his undergarment. His hair was undone and cascading down his back like an incessant river, his chest built up to perfection like gods and Celeste. You didn't even realised that you had stopped breathing for a instant as your eyes followed him walking to you. Daemons had a smirk on his lips like usual, his cocky and self assured self couldn't resist showing delight at your apparent attractiveness toward his appearance. He just knew too well the effect he had on you and to say he enjoyed it was an euphemism.

When he reached the bed and joined you under the covers, your heart stuttered then you blushed. It felt weird to have him back and there just aside of you. A good weird of course but still.

Daemon's eyes looked at you for a moment as you lay beside him, looking flawless and gorgeous. He couldn't believe you were his, it still was astounding even after all these years of being married. As he gently lay on the bed beside you, Daemon extended his arms to grip your waist and then hissed your body to his in a simple pull. Your body tensed up a bit at first, now that both of you were pressed against each other. Yet you rapidly got used to it and the breath you were holding in got out in a relief huff. It felt so good to be in his arms at last. The warmth of his skin finally back to keep yours hot enough during the time you slept. There was a happy smile that shined on your lips as you gently kissed your husband's chest and closed your eyes. The heaviness of sleep was getting the best of you and since you were in security in his arms, there was nothing that could stop you from sleeping like a baby.

I love you Daemon and I missed you...I missed that.

Your husband that was waiting for you to be asleep to himself follow, was stroking your hair in a relaxing manner. As you spoke, he sweetly shushed you and kissed your forehead.

I know my love, I missed it too... sleep now, you need it my darling wife.

His words said with so much love and affection, we're just what you needed to finally let go. You tried to get even closer to him with a little whine, then some minutes passed and you were finally gone in the dream world.

Daemon's eyes which never left your pretty face, shined with tenderness as he heard your steady breathing. You were asleep in his arms and he couldn't feel more at home. His eyes closed then, following you shortly to slumber. His head laid on top of yours and his arms stayed securely around you.

The prince has reunited with his princess, nothing would disturb them anymore. There was only sleep and love.

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[bugcuti3]

What If Im Insane?

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ❀chapter one of More Than You Bargained For •°. *࿐ series masterlist

pairing : Luke Castellan x child of Aphrodite!reader

 you remember how you figured out there was something wrong with you and made some genuine friends, or what you thought were genuine friends. You remember why you stopped talking to Luke Castellan.

Warnings: negative talk, neglect, mental health, negative thoughts, NOT PLOT ACCURATE, PRE TLT

aﾉn — AGAIN NOT A WRITER JUST A CRAZY CRAZY GIRL WITH A HYPERFIXATION. Reposting for the millionth time because im dumb as rocks LOLL

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Luke Castellan and his stupid hovering.

Luke has been following you around camp for months now in a constant attempt to apologize and explain to you. You thought it didn't bother you. The whole not talking for a whole and suddenly hanging out all day together thing. You kept wanting to make excuses for him like, it's not like you were that close, you just went to the same school that doesn't mean anything.

You and Luke went to the same high school. You were both in the same grade, freshmen. You can't say you knew him, that's not true. You were best friends. Keyword: were.

He was always charming people even before he knew he was a demi-god. And so were you. Daughters of Aphrodite always have at least a handful of passionate admirers. None of them stood out, of course, you liked the attention well and good but you decided that when you fell in love you wanted it to be just right.

Not too tall. Not too short. Not short-tempered. Not abrasive. Just right.

He always stood out to you. And now looking back you were pretty sure he thought the same about you.

See, while you never really talked. The odd glances weren't forgettable, almost as if you could sense the other was different. just like you.

He didn't owe you friendship. You knew that but it stung that the one last piece you had of home seemed to forget the first time you both noticed that you and him were one and the same.

You thought you were going crazy. With both ADHD and dyslexia, you thought it was just your luck that you would have yet another thing wrong with your brain. You were convinced that your ugly brain had been mistakenly put into the body of a pretty girl.

The final straw had to be your favorite art teacher turning into something that more closely resembled a bat…no a dragon? You didn't don't know. Turned out that pretending to enjoy your art pieces and treating you like a daughter was just a ploy to get you close enough to bite your head off. But why???

It was all too much. You had about 30 seconds to react before you found a way to defend yourself and she burst into gold flecks of ash.

You splash cold water on your face in the bathroom for about the millionth time. I have got to get on some medication. The realization that you must genuinely be going insane suddenly felt incredibly heavy in your mind. so heavy it felt like your shoulders could no longer hold up your head. Or your body for that matter. Oh god, I have to sit down.

You rush into one of the stalls in the bathroom. And sit on the floor, practically crushing your head between your knees. Come on get it together, you're stronger than this. Nevermind. Large tears start to stream down your face. You make an effort to wipe them away harshly, making your face red and raw in the process. It's no use. You'll end up one of those people that get put away in an institution. You'll never be normal as much as you pretend to be.

Then the door of the bathroom opens. Shit. you cover your mouth in desperation to cover up the sobs that have turned more into hiccups when someone speaks.

“Hello? Is someone in here?”.

You are not sure why you bother to respond, the situation is hardly funny but you make a joke anyway for reasons you can't explain.

“No”.

The person chuckles and stands there for a second. Listening you guess, deciding whether they care or not. Why would they care why the girl in the bathroom is ugly crying on the floor?

“Can I come in?”.

You imagine the only reason you agree is because you miss that. Being understood. You don't acknowledge the thought usually but in this moment of desperation, you're willing to let someone in. 

The stupid dirty bathroom stall that is.

You stand up to unlock the stall door not bothering to open the door for your bathroom company. You sit back down on the floor, I know gross but the sitting options are a little limited. Especially with the new addition.

“Hi”.

Why did it have to be him?

“Hi, Luke”.

“Sorry, I know it's kinda weird for me to ask to come into your bathroom stall”.

You laugh a little, continuing to wipe the tears off your face.

“It's okay”.

He smiles at you

“I think I'm going crazy”, you confess honestly.

He hesitates to respond for a second, probably mulling over the idea of calling the school counselor to deal with you instead.

“Me too”, he adds meeting your eyes.

Now that makes your ears perk up.

“What do you mean?”.

“I think we're the same… I mean I'm sorry about the art teacher…I know you liked her”

At that moment it should've been strange that Luke said that you both were the same but what stood out was why he knew you liked the art teacher and how he knew what had happened.

“How do you know that?”.

“I mean I was walking by and looked in the little window on the door y’know? And the room was a mess and I started asking around what happened to her, right? And everyone was pretending like she never even existed, nevermind the fact that she worked here”.

“No not that, how did you know I like- liked her?”, the event is so fresh in your mind, that you forget she is gone now.

“Oh”. He responds sheepishly and his ears turn a shade of red.

“I stay late for sports and when I pass by you're always there I don't know…I just notice you I guess”

“Oh okay”. You are about to leave it there but you suddenly remember when he said that you were the same. What did he mean by that? 

“What do mean? Were the same?”.

“I guess I'm not sure myself but I have this friend. Her name is Thalia. I just get this feeling when I'm with her and I get the same feeling with you, I can't describe it”.

Okay, now it just sounds like he can't keep it in his pants. You turn your head to the side avoiding eye contact.

“Not that!! I just! I told you I can't explain it- oh god now I sound like an idiot”, his hand goes up to facepalm himself with a loud smack.

You turn your head back to face him and laugh at the fact that his ears have somehow turned an even deeper shade of red. 

“Hey, you stopped crying”, he says as he removes his hand from his face.

“Oh yeah, I didn't even notice”. 

You take your hand and wipe at your now dry face.

Luke and You sit there for a good thirty minutes as he explains the odd things that have been happening to him, school, and everything in between.

It was a short conversation but you swear you've never felt so understood before. It was as if he opened the top of your head and read all of your most deep and insecure thoughts. It felt…good.

You thought after that you had finally gained a real friend. A best friend even. And it seemed like you had for about a good couple of days. He introduced you to his friend Thalia and even invited you to eat with them. You felt seen. You had a pretty big friend group but it was always surface level it felt natural to have all the pretty girls sit at lunch together. That's just how things had to be you thought.

But now you can say you had real friends. friends that understood every part of you, even the ugly parts. They were easy to get along with. You had quickly become best friends. Going to each other's houses, and riding your bikes together, your freshman year finally started looking up!

Until one day they weren't at the lunch table as usual. Okay weird? But who knows maybe they caught the same stomach bug, they’ll be here tomorrow.

Maybe a doctor's appointment? A cold? A vacation? A terminal illness?

It had been a month since you had seen either Luke or Thalia. And it hurt. Bad.

The whole experience had brought up some ugly memories. 

Your father left you with your grandma when you were just a baby. A stupid irresponsible decision on his part as she could barely take care of you let alone herself. Your dad told you that your mother died in childbirth. That was probably why he hated you. You took her away from him and there was nothing you could do to apologize.

You wouldn't see Luke again until the end of that month. A particular bad monster encounter led you to camp-half blood. A sanctuary recently made for demigods. Demigods like you apparently.

You had been at camp for a couple of days now, not that you could see much of it while you were in the infirmary. A new long scar made its way up the length of your neck. Injuries made from magic were always the hardest to heal an Apollo kid had told you.

You insecurely scratch at the new addition as you are escorted to the Hermes cabin. Where you would be staying till you found your place I guess.

After whoever was escorting you left, you didn't bother to remember his name and even if you had you definitely wouldn't now. Now that you saw him.

Luke Castellan, son of Hermes. Gods what a joke. 

It was getting annoying now. When you first arrived at the Hermes cabin you were shocked when your eyes met Luke Castellan. His eyes trailed all over your face trying to figure out if you were a vision created by his brain to trick him. His eyes grew to saucers when he realized you were real. His smile grew when he realized that he was right. You two were the same. Demigods. no longer separated. you got here safe.

As quickly as his smile grazed your face it fell when his eyes made their way down to the new long scar that has crawled up your neck. 

You didn't know it then but after Thalia, he was absolutely desperate for a piece of home and some reassurance that someone familiar to him wouldn't be ripped away from him again. So when he saw the new rough scar that ruined your once soft beautiful skin, his heart dropped to his stomach. The new realization hit him like a ton of bricks that yes while you got here safe and sound he almost lost you too.

A heavy sigh racks his lungs as he steps closer to you. Your face fails you when your eyes meet his, forgetting your anger you smile widely at him and launch yourself into his arms for a hug. You fit together like a puzzle and you almost forget everything that you lost to get here. The hug should feel strange and awkward but it doesn't it feels right and safe. You let out a relieved sigh and pry yourself from his arms to get a look at his face. 

Luke gently traces the scar on your neck with a look of remorse and sorrow and you can't place why yet. Desperate, the words come out of his mouth like word vomit, he's so excited to see you that he's surprised that it isn't actual vomit.

“You're here it's really you! You're here and you're safe. What happened? Oh, look at your neck. What did this? Who did this?”

You shake your head vigorously in hopes the faster you shake your head the faster the worry will leave his trembling voice.

“I'm fine I’m fine”.

Still tracing the new addition to your skin he says shamefully, “Doesn't look like it”.

You take his hand off your throat and hold it by his side in your hand.

Suddenly you remember your second best friend, Thalia. you start looking around the Hermes cabin excitedly, anticipating your second reunion, but it never comes. 

Again your eyes reach the Hermes boy searching wordlessly for an explanation “Thalia?” you say simply.

His head hangs low avoiding eye contact almost anticipating this question from your lips.

His reaction makes you sick to your stomach. “Luke? Where is she?”.

He raises his head finally meets your eyes and simply shakes his head. His lips are unable to utter the words in some kind of refusal to admit the truth.

The betrayal of losing Thalia is added to the long list of other betrails the gods have bestowed upon you. The sudden gain and loss of a friend strikes you deep in your gut.

Realizing this you take a big step away from Luke's arms. His blood runs cold.

“You left,” you say slowly and calmly. 

Remembering the love and understanding that he had stolen from you just a month before. Being the son of the god of thieves suits him.

“Wait you have to understand-” he attempts to defend himself before you cut him off.

 “You left me! You took Thaila with you and you both just left? Knowing we were the same you left me?”.

You're not able to hide the pain and sorrow in your voice and you cant bother to care. You deserve to feel abandoned. Because that's what happened, you were abandoned. Again.

“You don't understand- it wasn't a planned-out thing! Things got too much- we left in the middle of the night! We found Annabeth! We couldn't go back for you- i- im-”.

 His attempts to explain come out unfinished and choppy leading them to sound like nothing more than excuses. Curse his stupid mouth. His mind is running a million miles an hour trying to figure out what to say, anything to stop you from coming to your own terrible conclusions. Of course that doesn't go to plan either.

“Save it Castellan”. It took all your strength to turn and walk away from him, if you were any weaker you're sure your legs would've failed you and you would've fallen to your knees right there.

…

Ever since your sour reunion with Luke, he hasn't strayed too far from your side following you like he was a dog and you were his man. Every word uttered from his mouth was another attempt to change your mind about his betrail. Thats what it was in the end though, a betrayal.

It was fine you decided. You didn't need him. You didn't need anyone. If people wanted to abandon you that was just fine, you would just leave them before they left you.

So every day and at every moment he spent either trying to explain to you or trying to coax you with sweet words and gifts. From lunch, to even the bathrooms Luke would give you bits and pieces of the story to try to change your mind. Doing everything in his power to convince you that he did not betray you but that it was all just a big misunderstanding.

But all you were hearing were excuses and lies.

It was late at night and you were getting ready for bed in the camp bathroom, brushing your teeth angrily and staring at yourself in the mirror. It has been a long day of your loyal dog nipping at your heels. At least you could find peace in the bathroom.

“Can you please just talk to me?”.

Nevermind. 

You were committed to the silent treatment but even you had your limits, and besides his persistent attempts to gain your favor back were kind of endearing. If you could even call it that.

“What is there to talk about?”. You say simply spitting into the sink. The water washes away your toothpaste that has been stained red. 

He responds baffled and exasperated, “What do you mean what is there to talk about?”.

You look at him in the mirror and quirked up your brow, if you were going to accept his apology you weren't going to make it easy for him.

He rolls his eyes, it's obvious you know exactly what he's talking about but he explains anyway. It's been months of him following you around like a lost puppy maybe you really did forget. 

“Us, me, you? Ring any bells?”.

You finally turn to face him with an unimpressed look on your face.

“Please…say anything, scream, yell, hit me I just- I can't take the silence anymore”. Luke sounds desperate now. You've failed to realize how much this is actually affecting him. His last bit of home wants nothing to do with him.

His plee gets the better of you. The desperation in his voice a tone you know all too well. A tone that you recognize from your own, just a child begging her father for forgiveness and attention for a crime she did not commit.

“Can I be honest with you?”. 

“Always”. He states simply. As if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Great come on”. You grab your small of toiletries and his hand and lead him out of the bathroom and into the woods.

“It's late you know, the harpies will be out soon”.

“What are you scared Castellan? I never took you for the rule follower type”, you smirk at him. 

Now you were just trying to get under his skin.

He missed this playful tone in your voice, he’ll do anything if it means it'll stick around. So he plays along.

“Me a rule follower? Never”.

You reach a small clearing in the forest and settle yourself onto a log, patting the place next to you and inviting him a seat.

He takes it leaning in, it's been too long not hearing your voice. So he hangs on to every word you offer him scared that it’ll be the last time he hears them.

“Perfect so I imagine you won't go around spreading my dirty laundry”, You smile mischievously at him. Now you're just stalling and he knows it.

“Spill it”. Now it's his turn to spread the sass.

“Fine fine, but you have to promise to not interrupt. I'm really opening up here”.

He takes your hand in his and nods in reassurance. A wordless response that seems to say “Go on I'm listening”.

You take a deep breath, thankful for the pressure of his hand in your own. It helps stop your hand from shaking.

“I'll be honest and say I think you're an asshole for leaving me behind”. 

His mouth opens with something to say but you place your finger over his lips to stop any words from spilling out. You know what he's going to say anyway. He's said it about a million times already.

“I know I know you're sorry, it's okay I believe you”. You take your finger off his lips and look away.

“Being here has just been hard you know, its a lot to process”. 

You’d turn your head to look at him, but you can already see his intense and understanding stare in the corner of your eye and you don't know if you could look at him without breaking down. So instead you continue.

“He abandoned me you know… my dad. When I got a little older I would call and text him, begging him to come back for me…to love me”. 

You look up at the stars now. The stars are so bright tonight, it must be your mothers…whoever she was…idea of an apology. 

“I never knew why he left me, I assumed it was because he couldn't afford to take care of me.

It was just all because he said I looked too much like my mother”. Your face grows hot a red. You've never admitted this to anyone. 

“Right before I came to camp. My grandma-she-”. Much like Luke, the words get stuck in your throat, scared that saying that your grandpa had passed would make the fact you were completely alone true.

“I was in the foster system for a little bit”. You stiffen and straighten your back, doing your best to regain your composure.

“They couldn't keep me for long though, I ran away before they could stick me with some random family. So it was just me alone for a while. That's when some monster attacked me and gave me this sick souvenir”. 

You attempt to lighten the mood and point to the scar on your neck.

But the weight of your words are heavy and the way Luke stays silent makes it obvious that the joke didn't exactly land.

“So when me and Thalia left…”. Luke trails off connecting the dots, imagining all the horrible things you must have felt.

“Gods, I'm such an idiot”. His head falls into his hands. His shoulders were not able to hold up his head anymore as now they were holding pounds of guilt on them.

“You didn't know, no one does”. You pat him on the back.

“I’ll be honest I needed to think about things anyway, you know finding out that my mom isn't dead…but also some random goddess. It's a lot to think about, I don't think I would've been good company anyway”. 

You smirk at him when he finally looks back up at you. Unfallen tears clear in his eyes.

“I am so sorry”. His voice cracks a little.

“I know you are”. You smile sadly at him.

You clear your throat, “Well let's head to bed, I wouldn't want the harpies to eat us after such a heartfelt conversation”.

You pick yourself up from your makeshift seat on the log and wipe the invisible dirt off your shorts.

You offer a hand to him. A symbol of forgiveness. A silent promise to stick to the other side. No more abandoning. No matter the circumstances. He didn't know how wrong he would be.

#luke castellan #pjo tv show #pjo fandom #percy jackson #luke castellan fic #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fanfic #pjo luke #luke castellan x you #the lightning thief #percy jackon and the olympians #percy pjo #pjo disney+

[mint-yooxgi]

Longing - Yandere!Dragon!Changbin

Yandere AU & Dragon AU - First Person POV

Genre: Mature, Smutty Themes, Internal Monologue

Pairing: Changbin X Implied Chubby!Reader

Words: 1,678

Warnings: Possessive thoughts, some smutty thoughts, and some minor violent thoughts. Mentions of potential kidnapping, but nothing comes of it. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Again, I feel like I definitely could have made this much more feral than it is, but I think it's good! Dragon Binnie is just a softie at heart, but maybe that's just me hehehe anyways, Feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy!~

The Ninth of The Feral Drabbles

That human… Why does he even bother? Doesn’t he know that you’re mine?

The only thing worse than seeing how desperate this imbecile is in getting your attention, is knowing that you fall for it. Every. Single. Time.

Why does somebody as pathetic as him get to love you, and why- why, why, why, why, do you love him back?

I’ve known you for longer, but perhaps it’s the fact that I’ve waited so long to insert myself into your life that you don’t realize what’s right in front of you. I have always been ready and willing to serve you, to love you at a moment’s notice. Yet, none of that seems to matter to you. It’s so frustrating.

No, you would rather be with a mortal who can’t even protect you properly against his friends. He doesn’t stick up for you. He doesn’t defend your honour when they make nasty, pretentious comments against you, right in front of both of your faces. He lets them walk all over you, and does nothing about it!

Believe me, My Jewel, there have been a few times where I’ve had to strongly resist the urge to tear his throat out for remaining silent when those comments clearly affect you so negatively. I see the way you retreat into that shell of yours, one which I long to break you out of. You never have to worry about being too much, or too loud when you’re around me. Anyone who says otherwise will be fried to a crisp.

You should be showered in praise, not hid in a corner and talked down to in order to please others.

Come to me, My Jewel. I will let you shine. I will make you shine.

I just wish you weren’t so guarded around me.

Did I come on too strong? Am I too boisterous?

I thought that’s what you liked…

It must be him. He is the one telling you to stay away from me. He is the one keeping us apart, after all.

Oh, how I long to tear that bastard limb from limb. Only, that would make you upset, wouldn’t it? I would hate to be the reason that My Jewel loses her sheen, even if you aren’t aware of it. The guilt alone would eat me alive. Besides, it’s not like you don’t love him.

I hate that. More than anything. 

The fact that your love is wasted on someone so weak, someone so… undeserving makes me sick.

I have spent countless days and nights preparing for our life together, only for this bastard to steal you away from me. I cleaned my hoard. I rearranged the furniture. Hell, I even started decorating our nest with more things that I know you like. Only, my efforts were all in vain.

I wasn’t quick enough.

Do you not see the way I look at you? I know he does, and I know that he’s threatened by it. I am one of the strongest dragons in this territory, and I am not afraid to assert my dominance over him if need be.

I could take you by force. After all, dragons are notorious for stealing that which they desire most, especially when they wish to add such beauty to their collections. Only, I can’t bring myself to do that to you. I’m not like that, and I don’t want you to despise me. If you’re going to want me, it will be of your own free will, not because I’ve forced you to.

Which is why my situation frustrates me to no end. So badly do I want to tear you away from that no good, disgusting, vile - well, you get the point - man. However, I also know that it would devastate you. I need you to leave him of your own volition, not because I ate him in a fit of jealous rage.

Oh, how I’ve longed to torment him, too. He stole you away from me, and despite how I pride myself on how civil I can be, I have never wanted to lose control so badly before. It would be so easy, too. I could even make it look like an accident…

I won’t lie, I have thought about the various ways in which I could torment and torture him for what he’s done to us. Sometimes, those thoughts help me fall asleep, but then I picture you resting in my arms, and I manage to calm myself down.

You just have that affect on me. You make me want to be better - do better. I want to make you happy, and I will. I promise you that.

Eventually.

I’m working on a plan to help drive you into my arms, and after what I witnessed tonight, I’ll be putting it into motion much sooner, rather than later.

I almost lost my temper tonight, My Jewel. Something that has not happened to me in years. However, seeing that- that- that thing with his hands all over you drove me insane.

Doesn’t he know not to touch the art? Priceless artifacts are meant to be shown off and displayed, not for grimy hands to smear dirt all over their beauty.

Well, unless you’re a dragon like me. Then, it’s okay. At least I know how to take care of treasure, and that’s exactly what you are, Jewel. You are the finest treasure this world has ever seen, and I will spend every day of the rest of our lives proving that to you.

Though, please don’t think I view you as some kind of trophy. I may consider you to be the greatest Jewel in my collection, but that does not mean I see you as an object. I wouldn’t be going to such great lengths to have you if I did, and I never want you to think that. I don’t own you, but I will admit, long since have I desired to be able to call you mine. I desperately want you to call me yours, too.

I will protect you. I will provide for you. Anything and everything that you could ever dream of. I want to make all of your dreams come true, and then some. You honestly have no idea what you mean to me, what you do to me. So badly, I want to spend time with each other, getting to know every minuscule detail about the other’s interests and hobbies. Then, I want to partake in them all with you.

You, and you alone.

There is nothing I desire more than your happiness, and I know for a fact that you will find the greatest joy when you’re with me.

Honestly, My Jewel, when it comes down to it, I desperately long to please you. In any and every way I can. In every and any way imaginable.

I want to cook for you. I want to cook with you, and see you smile at me when I eventually fuck up the recipe because despite my best efforts, I am a horrible cook. They say it’s the thought that counts, though, right?

I want to go for walks together, exploring places you could never have thought up even in your wildest dreams. I want to show you my hoard, and let you pick out the finest of gems so I can make you a crown, a necklace, a ring. Anything to have you shining like the Jewel I know you are.

More than all of that, though, I want everyone to know that you’re mine, and I’m yours.

I want to please you in every intimate, intricate way you’ll let me. I adore you, My Jewel, and I just wish that you could see that.

I certainly adore you more than he does.

Does he even know how to please another person? Fuck, I was getting so heated watching his pitiful attempts to bring you pleasure. Even I could tell you were faking it.

Don’t you know you’d never have to fake anything with me? I would kill to be able to touch you, My Jewel. I have long since desired to learn every aspect of your body so that only I can be able to bring you the utmost pleasure in the most intimate of ways.

Let me get lost in the heat that radiates from between your legs. Let me spend hours licking at every part of you, until the only thing you can think about is the way my tongue feels on your skin. I want my name to be the only thing you can utter from those sinful lips of your, moaning praises meant for me and me alone.

Let me roam my hands all over that delectable body of yours. Let me carve my marks into your skin, so that everyone will know who has loved you in the most fulfilling of ways. I long to know what your body feels like pressing against my own, your arms wrapped around my back as your hands pull me in closer. I want your nails carving your own marks into my skin, claiming me as your own.

I’d let you see my wings. Hell, I’d even let you touch them as I’m making love to you. Maybe I’ll even tease you with my fangs, and my claws. A little bit of danger which in the throws of passionate loving never hurt anyone. Besides, I believe it would make things a bit more thrilling, don’t you?

Please, My Jewel, let me fulfill our greatest desires as one. Let me claim you as my own, and mark you with the most sacred of intimacies I know how. I promise you’ll never know fear, you’ll never know doubt. Only happiness, and an unquestionable, unshakable loyalty and love from the one who has always been desperately devoted to you from the start. The one who has been longing for your embrace far before I even knew what this feeling bursting inside of my chest was.

Please, just let me love you.

#cultofdionysusnet #yandere changbin #changbin smut #changbin scenario #stray kids smut #yandere stray kids #yandere skz #skz smut #skz scenarios #stray kids scenario #kpop scenario #kpop smut #yandere kpop #kpop au #dragon au #chubby reader

[semisolidmind]

@skittlescripts to add onto the bad end thing;

occasionally, bad end wukong will let macaque steal reader on purpose. he loosens up the wards around his cave, let's them think he's too preoccupied to maintain them properly. juuuust enough to not be suspicious. wouldn't want ol' six ears catching on too soon, would he?

i imagine he enjoys the hunt.

he lets them get away, lets his rival think he's pulling one over by stealing away his bride, "saving" her from him, lets him hide her away where he thinks the monkey king won't find her.

then, after a while, he goes and finds reader, wherever she may be. perhaps this time he'll find her on another mountain somewhere, or in one of the dragon kings' castles (old fool doesn't even realize when a celestial monkey and a human have breached his hoard), or perhaps trying to blend in with the common folk in one of the many large cities in the region. if there's anything wukong can say of macaque, it's that he's creative when it comes to hiding spots.

and determined to get reader away from him.

once, he almost managed to pull a fast one on wukong, hiding reader in a cave and casting a glamour to make her appear to be a normal mountain spirit. wukong almost flew right over her without a thought, but something about the way the "mountain spirit" breathed was much too familiar to him. he stopped at the caves entrance, tearing down the wards easily before strolling inside. upon further inspection, the figure hidden inside the altar at the caves end is none other than his precious bride, wrapped in coarse blankets and sleeping a bit too deeply for someone who's supposed to be on the run. the monkey king had to hand it to macaque. if he'd been paying just a little less attention, he wouldn't have noticed her here. the king laughs to himself, casting a small sleep charm on reader before bundling her up into his arms. she'll wake up back at home in her fine silk sheets and be as adorably angry as she always is.

needless to say, the monkey king enjoys the game he's made out of these escape attempts. but he also let's macaque know just how thin the ice he treads on is–

"Honestly," The king sighs in amusement. "I don't know where you get these ideas about how much "better" life will be for her off the mountain. Sure, she's still a bit angry about the whole "kidnapping and forced immortality" thing, but she'll get used to it, just like we did! She's got a good thing going here. I'm not sure why you keep trying to mess that up for her."

wukong scoffs at the figure of his long time rival on his back in the dirt, pinned beneath his staff. the dark-furred monkey was desperately trying to keep it from crushing his windpipe.

"Really, I'd have no reason to keep you alive if these games of hide and seek weren't so entertaining. After all, you've done nothing but steal away my queen every chance you get, and you know I'm not fond of being stolen from."

#this version of sun wukong is twisted and im here for it #i like to think he very rarely directs his anger at reader but definitely lets her know how much stronger he is than her #jttw macaque x reader #jttw sun wukong x reader #bad end wukong

[eggyboyoart]

Liar

TW: Blood, Sharp Weapon (Spear), Physical Violence, Claws, Reader is part dragon, Peng and Reader fight

Summary:

You and Peng fight head to head in the final battle.

Blows are exchanged and feelings are hurt.

A/N: My brain is fr melting from how aggressively I think about this goofy bird. I also wrote this at midnight so excuse me if its a bit messy.

Length: 1000 words approx.

The wind slashes against your face as you and Peng collide in the air; creating a deafening sound and unbearable pressure as you push against each other.

You grit your teeth into a struggling grimace as you feel Peng shove against you; their Ji glancing off the tough scales along your arms with magic infused sparks. You drive forward, avoiding Peng's spear and shoving them back a few paces in the air. You see Peng's face twist into a snarl as you combat them in the sky, their fuchsia eyes glaring forward.

Anyone else would suspect their eyes to be filled with hate, but you know better.

You know Peng.

Its not hatred that is in their eyes; its betrayal.

Its bittersweet how they feel betrayed when they're the ones who caused this mess in the first place.

None-the-less, Its clear to you that they feel just as strongly about this fight as you do.

Peng surges forward with their Ji, striking towards you with lethal intent. Their sharp weapon glances off of your naturally scaly armour with a shower of sparks and cackling magic. Momentum caused them to involuntarily shift forward and as they do; you lift a hard fist and crack them right in the head; sending them flying off to side with a grunt.

Your chest aches painfully with remorse as you exchange blows with your once friend. Every strike you land, every hit you dodge, drives a stake of hurt deeper and deeper into your heart.

You catch Peng's Ji in your scaled hand; sharp draconic claws scratching deep grooves into the surface as you both come to a standstill.

They can't jerk away and neither can you, so you shove forward and against each other; trying desperately to overpower the other with raw strength as you compete.

Energy and magic cackles around you. Electricity sizzles and pops around your hands and in the back of your throat, awaiting the command to surge forward in your next deadly blow.

You're close enough that you can see their face more clearly. Your eyes stare firmly into theirs, trying desperately to see some kind of reason within them. You bite down the chaotic energy bubbling in your throat, swallowing down the breath attack before opening your mouth; yelling at them with a desperate plea towards your once closest friend.

"PENG- you have to realise the situation cannot go on like this! You and I both know Azure can’t control the Jade Emperor's power any longer!"

Peng's eyes narrow against the roaring winds, glaring at you as they snap back. With they speak, their voice is smothered with their usual mocking tone, though this time its accompanied by animosity and spite. You can only just hear their voice over the thunderous wind and crackling of your own draconic magic.

"Of course, you would speak ill of your new Emperor. You've always had problems with authority, haven’t you?"

Anger thrums in your chest as they snarl viciously at you, a sort of feral grin tugging at their beak as they taunt you. You feel them press down harsher on their Ji and you clamp your claws down in return, holding the deadly spear from slicing forward into you. You jerk your head forward and bite back, annoyance and desperation lining you voice as you shout at them.

"You aren't getting it! Azure is in real danger and you're just encouraging him! Hes going to kill himself-"

"Why do you care? You seemed to waste no time attacking us when you first showed up!"

Peng suddenly surges forward with a shout. You just barely manage to keep a hold of their weapon as they continue their assault on you, their feathers whip around wildly in the wind. Your arms ache with strain as you push against them, your clothes flapping in the torrent of air around the two of you.

When their words process in your mind, you stare forward at them with an appalled grimace.

"Why-? Why do I CARE? The Brotherhood- YOU meant everything to me! I thought we were close-"

You briefly close your eyes against your better judgement, your mind whirling on what to say. You call out desperately to your friend, hoping to make them see reason.

"I cared for you like no other and I thought you cared for me too!"

You pour your heart out, snapping your eyes open and using your strength to make a shove against them. Their wings flare in a struggle to keep up with your own pressure.

As Peng tuts in a mocking tone, your heart drops to your stomach. Your eyes go wide and you feel pinned down as they lean forward, their beak pulled back into a sardonic sneer. When they speak, its cold.

"Clearly, you are mistaken. It seems like you were the only one between the two of us who thought that way."

They’ve never talked to you like that before.

Your eyes stare forward, stunned and your blood runs cold as you hear them speak. You replay the words in your mind and you almost think you misheard- you hope you misheard, but the sneer on their face says otherwise.

You're silent - and for a moment you feel your hands slip slightly on their spear. You jerk back into reality, hissing in pain as the Ji digs into your palm, drawing a drop of sizzling blood that coats their blade.

Peng’s eyes snap to your hands as they hear you hiss, fuchsia eyes watching carefully. You almost think – for a brief moment – that the pressure behind their spear lightens for a second.

You snap your gaze back to Peng, who looks at your hands with a strange expression.

You would assume it was guilt, but after this?

This whole situation?

You don't know what they’re feeling

You don’t even know if this is even your friend anymore.

The thought sends another icy pang of sadness through your veins and in a desperate attempt for a reaction, you surge forward again; shouting.

"You can't mean that!"

Peng seems to snap out of their stupor, shaking their head and glowering at you, sneering with a mocking grin.

"I mean every word! You never meant anything to me-"

Rage and rejection fill your core and you feel your own sparking magic surge into your arms; allowing you to shove Peng away from you and send them flying back.

You feel a bead of fizzling blood drip down your hand and fingers. Your palms ache with the cuts from your once best friend's own spear. Their eyes are wide with shock at seeing you in such a primal and raw state of betrayal and anguish.

They barely move as you scream out in disbelief, lunging forward and unwilling to believe they never felt anything for you.

"LIAR"

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[aviradasa]

The sight of two stars

Aaravos x Startouched elf! Reader

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{Fluff}

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I had this idea for a while about Aaravos with a reader who likes to find constellations on his skin and I started this oneshot expecting it to take a completely different path but I love how it turned out and I'm low key proud with the idea. The execution is not my best work but we have fun here!😂. Anywho, I hope y'all enjoy! I hope this will be able to hold you over for a few more days as I have 3 more one shots/images in the making that should come out shortly! Anyway, it's almost 3 am and I have to drive for 5 hours back home tomorrow 😭.

(ps:I had to make up a constellation for this that sounded more magical so I did! But all the other constellations are either from the show or a real constellation!)

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I have always loved the night sky And everything that belongs to it. I've especially always been drawn to constellations. The way the stars are set just perfectly to make a work of art when in reality they are so far from one another that they are not aware that their portrait is beautiful in a way.

It's been so long since I was able to gaze upon them. Being imprisoned for centuries with no windows or fresh air is a burden in itself, But losing my Night sky, it almost felt like I had lost myself. Well, I didn't lose all of myself. My lovely husband keeps me Sane (When he's not driving me Insane).

He's the reason I’m here in the first place. What is it with dragons anyway, It was just a couple of war crimes and whatnot, And I wasn't even involved. With the crimes that is. yes, I may have given my lovely starman some ideas every once in a while, But I never got my hands dirty. I was just a performer, Singing and dancing in town squares, Taverns, inns you name it. But alas here we are. Here I am. Stuck in this hell, with no sky, just that Damned mirror. I hate that mirror, Well I hate being in range of that mirror. To know someone could be watching me from the other side unnerves me and I avoid it at all cost.

I hear the door open to the room I have placed myself in, another room in this prison. It's a little library with books on all sorts of things. it's my favorite spot in this wretched place. My little slice of heaven.

I glance up from my book watching Aaravos enter the room with that cloak on, I can’t help but love the way he looks in it, and with the way I look at him, I’m worse than any man.

“My love, Why do you gaze at me in such a way? I can feel your eyes from here” He teases, taking his cloak off and hanging in on a small hook by the tall doors before looking over at me with that Smirk he gives. I love this elf but by the Divines why must he do this?

I shake my head with a chuckle, placing my bookmark in the spot I left off before closing my book. Setting it down gently on the table beside the little sofa I've curled up on. “ Am I not allowed to admire you?.’ I jokingly ask with a small grin as I allow him to take a seat beside me.“So how was your dramatic entrance? Did that Dark mage see you this time like you wanted?” I ask turning to face him resting my arm on the back of the sofa and using my hand to prop up my head.

“Everything went according to plan. His candle went out. I went in, confused him, and left. Just as Intended.” He tells me with a cocky smile.

“Now everything should fall into place, he’s a curious desperate, power-hungry human. That is just the combination we are looking for if we wish to get out of here.” I say with some excitement,

“but my love do not get cocky yet because if one little piece is lost, broken, or forgotten, we will be stuck here. And If we are stuck in here for another century I will skin you alive.” I warn with a stern expression before I chuckle a bit.

He laughs a bit “ No you wouldn’t, 'cause then you would be all alone in this place and we both know you couldn't take that.” He says pulling me closer to his side.

“What are you talking about? Some peace and quiet would be lovely. Maybe then I could finish my book.” I joke as I adjust to get a bit more comfortable. “Ah yes, what book are you reading currently again? It was something to do with the differences between human interpretations of constellations and Elven interpretations correct?” he asks genuinely curious about my interest,

He remembers my love of the night like no other, for he loved it as well. but now it's hard to remember what it's like. Of course, there are illustrations in the books but those illustrations can only capture so much, yes some books do better than others but the true beauty of the night sky can only truly be appreciated in person. Well, maybe something can come close.

“Yes that's right, and honestly humans need to get a bit more creative. I mean they Named Garlath the Annihilator the Big Spoon… Because they thought it looked like a spoon." I say with sarcasm as I roll my eyes. “ and also they call Leolas' last wish the South Star. Talk about imagination.'' I speak with disappointment. Aaravos just simply chuckles “Those names the humans gave them came to be long before this generation, they are simple and easy for their minds to comprehend but I do agree they were quite lazy.” he says in agreement.

I think he gives them too much credit. but what can I say I lost patience with humans during my time performing. Aaravos on the other hand has plenty, but then again he was more respected by them due to the whole giving them magic ordeal which I understand but still, humans are like an annoying younger sibling. you love them and would do what you could to protect them from others, but you would definitely rip their vocal cord out and strangle them with it as soon as they call you ugly.

I sigh “Perhaps I'm a bit harsh on them sometimes, but I can't help it. I feel like I'm losing my mind here, I'm not even sure how much time has passed anymore.” I explain as I absentmindedly trace little patterns on his freckled arm that rests around my waist, as I'm doing this a particularly bright star freckle brings my mind back into focus and I notice something. “Wait a moment…” I say suddenly as Aaravos gives me a confused look “What is it?” he asks simply before I place my thumb over the spot on his arm to not lose it reaching over I grab my book and open it to a certain page leaving him to his confusion as i scan the books page.

“Aha! I thought that looked familiar, darling." I say lifting my thumb off the spot on his arm and placing the book's page next to it. The page has an illustration of a constellation on it, and it just so happens that the little star freckles on his arm connect to make the same one. “Hm well isn't that interesting? I had not noticed that none yet ” he says, grabbing the book from my hand to examine it.

“ Well it says that it's called the eye of Izora, it has 8 stars on top making the upper eyelid, and 5 stars that make up the bottom. The iris is made up of 4 stars in between with the pupil being a completely different constellation (Leola’s last wish). The eye has 7 stars above it making it appear as though the eye has three separate eyelashes with another 7 on the bottom doing the same. In the human kingdoms, it's not known” he reads with a hint of interest. He looks between the book and the spot on his wrist where I found the constellation.

“ isn't that interesting? Oh, I just love finding new ones they are harder to find on you than they are on me for some reason.." I tell you with a grin, snatching the book back. I search through the pages as I scan the rest of his arm looking for more connections. this is one of my favorite things to do, I've found plenty of constellations on myself but with Aaravos they are harder to find because he has a lot more stars on him then I do and they make it harder to connect them,

Minutes pass before I find another new one… It was right in front of us but my eyes couldn't make it out right away. “I see one right there but I can't make out what that one is, It's definitely something though. Can you tell what it is?” I ask Aaravos looks at it for a moment, tilting his head to the side a bit trying to get another angle to look at it but failing.

he seems to think for a moment before he grabs a quill out of the inkpot that sits on the end table next to the sofa, he places the tip of the quill on his skin tracing in between the stars on his arm. As I look through the book I hear him hum “It looks like a scorpion look it up in the book I think we finally found it.” he says, showing me the connected lines.

“I think you're right.” I say glancing at his armbefore turning to the next page and seeing the scorpion-like constellation, it matches the one on his arm and I grin “We found it, I knew it was around here somewhere, we all have our star sign on us, yours just was hiding all these years.” I laugh and he does too “I found it once before I believe but I lost it and didn't find it again until now.” he says holding it up

“ well maybe once we get out of here you should get it tattooed so you don't lose where it is again.” I joke And Aaravos laughs a bit “My love you know I would never do that, it's not my style, besides I am already vastly decorated anyways.’ he says in a kind of sassy tone. As we both laugh some more

As the day? Night? Carried on We both continued our search for more constellations on his skin. It wasn't long before we had mapped out at least a dozen from his wrist to his shoulder connecting the stars with thin lines of writing ink that was smudging in some places but neither of us cared because this was one of the few moments where neither of us are frantically searching or planning. It was just us, then again it's always just us, but moments like this bring us back to reality when we didn't even realize we were drifting away from ourselves, and each other. I know we are gonna make it out of this prison one day, and once we do I know it's going to be just the two of us against all of Xadia. But that's ok I know we will be able to take care of it. And at least I'll have my night sky back.

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[notyour-valentine]

A Fair Exchange XXXVIII ~ Aemond Targaryen x Reader/OC (Angst)

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Summary: Who knew a mummers' show could have such consequences?

Warning: bullying, blood, mention and threat of violence and death, mutilation, mention of torture and death, childbirth, injury, misogyny. Expect canon conforming tone and language. (18/21+)

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Previously

Part XXXV

They had gone in silence, and came back the same way, but it was a different silence now. A worse silence.

The way he walked reminded her of a frail old man, almost of his father in those few memories she had of him, his shoulders hunched, his head low, and his boots scraping over the ground.

He had made no attempt to speak, to argue, even to respond to her questions when she had finally dared to ask them, long after the crowds had dispersed.

Her heart had thundered in her chest as she heard dozens of feet pass by, listened to the whispers of cloaks and dresses and the voices.

Most talked about the play. Many shared their opinions of what could have really happened. None, thank the Gods, realised they were passing one of the few who actually knew.

She was not a devout servant of the Seven, or the Old Gods, or any Gods really, but she prayed in that moment. They had no where to run, no where to hide, not when Aemond couldn’t run.

She needed no Maester’s chain for that assessment and there had been no point in asking. She had seen stone crumble, crushed under the weight of a landing dragon, but that time she had seen a man crumble.

And there was nothing she could do but hold him tightly to ease the shaking and hide him from view.

His silver hair would have given them away.

His silver hair…his eye…her eye…

But to the passer byers they were nothing but a pile of limbs, hidden by filthy clothes and desperation.

A drunkard maybe, she considered, a wastrel. Thankfully not worth a second glance.

She had waited long after that to be sure, until the only thing she could hear was her own heartbeat and the shaky breaths that brushed along her neck, flat an unsteady.

Her hand had reamined on the back of Aemond’s neck all this time, tangled with his hair.

When she had pulled back, he had almost come with her, still fallen into her smaller frame.

His violet eye was as glassy as her dragon one, and she hadn’t been sure her whispers reached him, until he forced his eye shut and shuddered.

For a moment she had feared he had gone mad in her arms. That would truly be something, and nothing she was adapt at handling.

Of all the many reasons she had listed for him to more, to please please move, Jaehaera had done the trick.

But only so much as to get him to his feet.

And even then he was uneasy.

She remembered the tales of his swordsmanship, Jace had told her with cold stoicism.

Better than us. Better than Ser Criston, he had said.

Now, she feared, her little brother Aegon could have toppled him without much strain, and without even a trace of resistance.

He was in no shape to find the way, and she didn’t dare lead for fear he would disappear into the darkness. So she had switched their loads, placing the bag around Aemond’s shoulders as she took the crate of bottles. It was heavier, bulkier, but she wouldn’t trust his hands to carry as much as a paper scroll.

They were still shaking.

Her hands coiled around his sleeve as she balanced the crate on both her arms and led them back, the whole way focussing on the stars, and the steps, and the beautiful sight of the ships in the bay, just shadows in the yellow lights of the city.

The moon though, had almost faded completely.

Thinking of that was better than remembering what she had seen, and yet her mind kept drifting to it, to all those little things more than the big thing.

That flowercrown and dress that would never survive a flight, white at that. And the beads in the mummer girl’s hair, the boy who was closer to Aegon’s age than Luke’s, one Baratheon daughter instead of four.

But it didn’t matter how many daughters there were, or what colour her clothes had been. It faded to irrelevance compared to the tale they told, a tale of blood and violence and cruelty.

This is who you are, she reminded herself, as the memory of the sight that had faced her when she had dared to look came back to her.

This is who the world now thinks you to be.

By the end of their display of savagery, the girl was left laying, that white dress of hers tangled and torn as her face, neck and hands were smeared with red - anything that wasn’t the pale fabric.

She had been motionless, with the man standing above her, his dagger coated in blood to the shouts fo the crowd.

In what made her nearly wretch up the sea biscuits, the man had opted to trace the flat of the blade and bring the red coated finger to his lips, licking it clean.

This is who we are now, she had thought as she glanced at what little of Aemond’s face she could see under his hood, with his head lowered as he followed her steps, not able to even look up, relying completely on her to find their way back and lead him there in slow, weak steps.

A monster and the maiden he savaged.

It was better to focus on the pain of the weight, on the way a corner dug into the flesh of her arms achingly.

The pain in her arm kept the noise in her head away but it still seemed like half an eternity until they reached their hide out.

It had taken them so long, the skies were already turning a paler gray.

“What took you so long?”, Luke demanded to know as he came out to greet them. His gaze went from her, to him and back.

“What happened?”, he asked at once.

Neither of them answered.

“What happened?”, he asked, more forcefully this time as he took the crate from her arms and began to check her for injuries.

There were none of course, apart from the old one, the one that had cost her her eye.

“We found the storage, and brought water and food.”, she explained.

“Oh?”, Luke asked, glancing at Aemond again.

“What’s with him?”, he whispered.

“Nothing, Luke.”, she hissed as she began to unpack their goods. Jaehaera would wake soon, and for once they had enough food.

“But-”

“Leave him be. He’s done his part.”, she said, glancing at Aemond who had sat down next to Jaehaera, his cloak wrapped tightly around him.

He had not yet said a single word to her.

Nor did he speak when Jaehaera woke excited to see them back, the way only a child was.

“We brought you seabiscuits!”, she explained. “Eat as much as you like!”

Luke was hungry too, but her appetite had long gone and it only returned out of necessity when the sun was already high up and half a day has passed.

All the while Aemond made no attempt to speak to her, and only the fact that he occasionally reacted to Jaehaera was assurance that he hadn’t lost the skill all together. But he didn’t eat, didn’t drink and avoided looking at her as if she was pure dragonfire and would melt his eyes.

Luke had his suspicions she knew, but she refused to speak, and he didn’t dare approach Aemond.

When the sun set, she saw the food exactly the way she had left it for him, seabiscuits, dried meat and water. All untouched as if it was poisoned.

He looked like a ghost, staring at ground, his cloak still wrapped around shoulders.

“Aemond you have to eat something.”, she told him.

He didn’t react.

So she gathered up the food in one hand and a bottle in the other and brought it over to him.

“You need to eat!”, she reminded him.

“I’m not hungry.”; he mumbled to the ground.

An exasperated sigh, laced perhaps with a hint of concern, slipped from her lips.

They couldn’t afford to have him weak, even if he was hurting. Besides, she was hurting too, and she still ate. And tried to think of a way to get out of here.

With Aemond a shell, they would be worse off than they already were and no amount of stolen food would fix that.

“You still have to eat!”, she insisted, forcing her voice to be gentle instead of desperate as she felt.

She reached for his hand to place the food inside but he jerked it away as if she had burned him with a hot iron, sending the biscuits rolling to the dirt.

“I said I’m not hungry!”, he snapped, getting up and moving to the other side of their hideout as if her mere closeness was poison to him.

She was so startled, for a moment she could only stare at him in disbelief, but then she reached down and picked up the biscuits and meat, brushing off the dirt.

They had food now, but there was no reason to waste it. Who knew if they would get lucky again?

But she couldn’t force it down his throat and so she had no option but to try and get some rest, curled up on the cold, hard stone, hoping for home.

In her dreams, they were neither hurt nor weak, but strong and fierce and entirely untouchable.

And hungry once more. A dragon’s hunger never ceased, nor their appetite for blood.

It was cumbersome to climb out from the depth of the dragonmont, but unlike the smaller dragons they had to reach a bigger opening to spread their wings and fly.

The first stretch was always the sweetest pain before the rush of every flight.

It was easy to leave the isle of home behind for the mainland, where the game was bigger and the plains greener.

Today they weren’t in the mood for a chase, that unease constant, making black nostrils flair in an attempt to sense where it was coming from.

Everywhere and nowhere.

But while they caught no trace of treason, they soon smelled warm plumbing blood.

Within a few beats of wings, they could sense the heartbeat too and then they came into view, grazing on green plains, brown and white, and most importantly fat.

Their wings took them up high before descending as fast as one could fall, spiralling through the air.

One beast screamed but it was too late, their claws had already dug themselves deeply into the flesh of one of them, their warm blood coating them as they beat their wings and flew upward.

Then they dropped their pray, breathed flame and dove underneath, catching it in their jaws before they could fall.

It was a crunch of charred bones, and a gush of what little remained of the blood, coathing their teeth.

They took another animal, and a third - by now they had become scattered in fear and their flesh tasted a little bitter, but still nothing to dull the taste of freshly hunted blood.

For the fun of it, they flew north a little, seeing cities, castles, rivers and trees fade under them, before circing back and heading home.

They were close to the island when they could smell their brothers and sisters, some more stronger, others weaker.

One was close - which made them pause.

It was a scent they knew but weren’t overly familiar with, because that scent had been distant for a long time, only a visitor until recently.

They knew before they saw it, one of the younger ones, silver and pale green, like the colours of the moon.

When the smaller dragon sensed them, she tensed, and grew nervous. It was barely larger than the animals they had just devoured.

It was known that it was an unwise thing to interfere with a larger dragon, on land and in the skies, but they meant no malice, neither snapping nor hissing at the younger dragon.

Instead, out of curiosity, they circled above it, as it descended to the castle, landing in the courtyard where it’s rider climbed off.

That sight was familiar though, the orange and red scales they could take off. They remembered that, but not from the younger one. Their rider was as young as they were, but the armour had belonged to the other one, the one that rode their red sister, and her scent still lingered on the metal.

How curious that they shared their armour.

The girl rider was met by the boy who scent was as close to their bond’s as any in the world.

Sometimes the slight difference, the bitterness all males carried that disturbed the harmony of it all, irritated them, but there was a lot that was similar, and much more that was identical, and in the absence of the real thing, it was less irritating.

He too was wearing armour too, not the full thing, but still more. And he looked different, older, tired.

They could see his restlessness as much as they could see it.

And he could see them.

“He followed us here.”, the girl said. “Why do you think he would?”

The boy shrugged.

“I don’t know. Perhaps he’s looking for her. Perhaps he misses her.”, he said, turning his head to look at them.

“Gods know I want her back as much as he does.”

There was more than longing in his voice, there was fear too and that fear startled her awake with the taste of blood and burned bones still in her mouth.

It took her a few moments to catch her breath as she lay panting, staring at the ceiling.

She had seen Jace, and Baela and Moondancer and the armour Tyseleys couldn’t place that had been Rhaenys’. But it was Jace that worried her. He looked so tired, so old, with dark circles under his eyes and an everpresent frown on his face.

He was tired and scared and there was something in his eyes that lit a flame of urgency inside her get to him. Now. Because if she knew one thing, it was her twin. And something wasn’t right.

But she wasn’t home. She was far from it, running from a danger she could not place, but that was tied to their dragons, all alone in Dorne with Luke and Jaehaera and Aemond - Aemond.

She rolled onto her side and wiped the sweat from her brow as she saw him sitting there, his back leaning against the wall.

For a few seconds she thought he may be asleep, but when he shifted, she caught his gaze.

Her limbs ached, as always after a sleep on such a surface as she forced herself to stand.

As soon as she came closer, he shifted away.

“I can take over.”, she said. “So you can get some sleep. I’ll watch.”

He shook his head.

“Aemond, you need to rest. You need to eat and you need to rest.”, she sighed.

“Do not tell me what to do!”, he snarled under his breath, twisting a piece of thred between his thumbs.

“I am not ordering you about I am asking you to do the bare minimum to assure you don’t collapse on us!”, she argued. “But you seem intent on not talking, not eating, not sleeping. Aemond-”

“I’m fine!”

He almost spat the words, each letter dripping with venom as if she had done something to wrong him.

A shudder ran down her back when she thought that maybe she had. She had been given the option to reject and refute their lies, but she had instead embraced them. Then again, it had been King’s Landing that had started them.

“You’re not fine, Aemond!”

One look at him told her that. His eye had dark circles to rival Jace’s, and his skin seemed thin and paper like, his cheeks fallen in.

“Enough!”, he ordered, glaring at her as if she was an insolent subordinate in dire need of discipline.

“There is no need for us to talk, or you to fuss!”, he hissed, th muscles in his jaw twitching, as anger radiated from him.

“Go back to sleep, or not. I do not care, but keep your opinions and advice to yourself, girl.”

With that, he pushed himself up from the ground and away from her once more, leaving her crouched down next to the spot he had once occupied.

~

Aemond’s heart was thundering in his chest as he moved away from her, not daring to look back.

His mouth was dry and his cheeks seemed to burn from within and his hands had begun to shake again. His cursed, cursed hands.

Thankfully she didn’t follow him, or worse, attempt to touch him again. But her eye followed him and that was bad enough.

He huddled down against the wall and wrapped the cloak around his shoulders, clutching his hands into fists and sealing them beneath it as he tried to discipline his rapid breathing.

Aemond had to regain control, over his hands, over his body, over himself. The alternative would be catastrophic.

She was still watching him, he felt. Stupid, foolish girl. Wasn’t what they had seen proof enough she should stay away from him?

Wasn’t it a warning sent from above to remind them both of their place and the dangers of -

He couldn’t think of it, wouldn’t think of it either, and leaned his temple against the stone wall.

How curious that a place that was so scorching hot in the sun got to be so cold at night. But he embraced the cold, and the hard stone, and any excuse to keep himself from sleep, to prevent a moment of weakness like the one he had had earlier, when he had drifted off to slumber for a mere moment and was punished by his dreams.

Because in his dreams it no longer were vile rumours and a mummer’s farce. In his dreams it had been real.

In his dreams it had been her, not some common Dornish acting girl with paint on her cheeks and the wrong colour of hair - ribbons or not, white dress or not. It had been her who had been pleading, her who had been fighting and her who had been hurt.

By him. By his hands, doing their own cursed work against his will, even as he tried his hardest to stop them. It has been as if his body had been possessed, and he was merely a watcher, cursed to stand by and watch as it was her that was in pain, her that was overpowered by none other than him.

In his dreams, it was her that screamed, and him who could do nothing about it, not even control his own hands.

Thankfully for him, the rest of the little sleep he got was dreamless, and when he woke, he did so before the others.

So he watched Jaehaera wake and run for the seabiscuits, breaking one into two pieces and feeding it to the knight.

“Here you go, Ser Symeon!”, she told him. “They’re not as good as sugar cakes but we’re on an adventure now like Good Queen Alysanne when she was little so we have to eat sea biscuits for now and have cake later!”

She made the chewing sounds for the knight.

“Why thank you Princess. I don’t think I like sea biscuits very much but for now it will have to do.”, she said, purposefully lowering her voice to sound more like a man.

“I think so too, but we can’t change that now.”, she said as herself again.

Her play woke the others.

She went over to Jaehaera and helped her drink from the heavy bottle, before, as every morning, rebraiding her hair to keep it from matting.

When her glance met Aemond’s, she quickly looked away.

Good. She should stay as far away from him as she could, even putting Luke between them if need be. If that was what it took to make sure his nightmare wouldn’t become a reality.

She had always been a daring fool, but even she had to understand the danger that could come.

They were both fools for not seeing it earlier.

“Luke?”, she called her brother over to her, and they began to whisper, but not low enough for him not to hear pieces of it.

“...Dragonstone.”

“So what? Why wouldn’t Baela be there?”, Luke asked, his whisper louder than hers.

She muttered something about “...Rhaenys…”

“You saw Jace?”, he asked once she was finished, making her give a hesitant nod, worry written all over her face. She shifted, to gain his attention with her louder voice.

“We have to decide how to move forward.”, she said louder. “Our plan was to buy passage but the Pentoshi ship is sailing the other way. We could ask around for a ship north to buy passage, but that would draw attention to us. Is that a risk we should take?”

She was met with silence, at least at first.

“Even with out disguises, if Sunspear allerted their guards, any group of four like us will draw attention, hair or eyes excluded. They will be on the lookout and most likely control all ships leaving the harbour.”, Aemond said.

“But we can’t hope to get north on foot. We need to go by sea.”, she argued.

“Even if we find a ship, what makes you think we could trust the captain not to turn us over? Or to rob us and throw us overboard first change he gets?”, Aemond shot back.

Seafarers were a greedy, treacherous group, laced with goldhunger and mutiny. The idea of placing all their lives in the hands of strangers that would carry them out to a place they wouldn’t be able to escape from, seemed like madness to him.

It would be different if they had a ship here they knew, one from the Redwyne Fleet, or Oldtown. But there were only Dornish traders and those from across the sea.

“It’s new moon tomorrow.”, Luke finally said. “That means it will be completely dark, apart from the stars.”

“I know what new moon means.”, Aemond snapped, but for once Luke didn’t take the bait.

And when Aemond studied him, he seemed older in that moment than he was, more serious, with iron determination in his eyes.

“What?”, his sister asked, catching the same hint Aemond did. “What are you thinking?”

Luke looked from one to the other.

“We can’t go by land. We can’t go by air. So we have to go by sea.”, he summarised. “But we don’t have a ship we trust, nor will we find one to take us with certainty of safety from the captain and the crew…”

All that was old news to Aemond, but he bit his tongue and waited for his proposition.

“But if we were to avoid that-”

“No!”, she said sharply before he even had the chance to finish.

He called her name to argue.

“Luke no. I know what you want to say and - how?”, she asked.

“We are four people, three strong enough, two with the needed knowledge, but even that may not be enough, Luke, think about it!”

“Needed knowledge for what?”, Aemond demanded to know.

She stared at Luke and shook her head, but Luke seemed just as determined as he had been, and for once it was him who turned to Aemond.

“Knowledge to steal a boat and steer it north.”, he said.

~

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[oldestenemy]

the deathless, the undying, and the unwilling diving - part 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Duncan Grimwater and his classmates—almost friends—half-a-professor—watch as the Wizard gets bodily ripped out of their battle placement and thrown the full length of the hall.

He doesn’t know who is screaming and who isn’t.

He doesn’t know why he fights off the urge to recoil when the sound of the wizard’s skull hitting stone rings out.

He doesn’t know how it’s even possible to get ripped out of a dueling ring in the first place.

He is really really sick of not knowing what’s going on.

But there isn’t time to be angry, there isn’t time to feel anything because they are so close and none of them can risk losing this.

“They’re not moving.” Marla has managed to keep it almost completely together this whole time—which is no small feat and Duncan knows it, like him she masks a lot of her feelings with curiosity and confidence and a large dash of crushing-it-down. But she is staring at the wizard’s body on the ground by the doorway and the hand outstretched towards her spell cards is shaking.

Penny and Malorn aren’t faring much better. Sharing the horror-hollow look they’d both had in Nidavellir. Like they were aware of something that everyone else was missing.

It doesn’t matter.

“They’ll be fine.” Duncan is pretty sure of that, forbidden magic and backlash be damned, the Spiral probably wasn’t done with them yet. “Just focus, all of you.”

Maybe he’s imagining it, but even the shadow of Malistaire across the ring is no longer looking at his opponents. He’s looking at the wizard. Crumpled and motionless on the ground.

“Ready?” Penny’s voice is wavering a little, but she’s looking expectantly at Duncan for confirmation this round can end it. He nods back at her.

It will be enough.

All of them watch and wait as the spell impacts.

The room shakes.

The dragon retreats back away from the gaping hole in the ceiling, vanishing into the dark.

And Malistaire Drake, wrapped in ink-dark shadow, begins to shimmer and shift into something that looks more and more like the man that three of them remember, that all of them idolized on some level.

Duncan can see it as his vision clears.

His words are still angry, but it is a broken, desperate sort of anger.

And Duncan turns away, walking towards the wizard’s body.

He doesn’t want to do this.

Doesn’t want to waste the fleeting time he will have.

He wants to do literally anything else.

But the wizard is unconscious on the ground and the fight is over and they are—again—showing no sign of recovering alone from the amount of Shadow magic they expended.

“Duncan—”

He brushes past Malorn in silence, lifting the Shadow Point from where it lay some feet from where the wizard was thrown.

If they can do it so can I.

If they can do it—

It scrapes the stone like chalk, he’s pretty sure the others are talking, probably to Malistaire, he isn’t listening. He wants to be listening. He wants to be back there but something about this whole awful situation won’t let him. One placement. One circle. Enough to heal. As much as he hates admitting it, the wizard deserves to see this through with the rest of them. They are the reason he gets this closure. Despite everything, despite being the reason Malistaire was dead in the first place—he can’t begrudge them this.

“Duncan—what are—” Malorn is back and Duncan really wishes he would just use the time he’s got instead of getting in the way. But he’s never really known anything else, so it’s hardly a surprise.

“—I’m doing what you said I should, Ashthorn—I’m thinking about someone who isn’t me.” Duncan spits back. He presses the blade down into the center of the circle and steps in, pulling out a single card, and it’s nothing special, it’s just a Fairy, just a treasure card. But they’d been so adamant about not hurting anyone else to heal themself—at least, they had been that night.

He half expects it not to work.

But there is a burst of violet light and a sudden rush of frigid cold that feels nothinglike how Ice magic is cold, nothing like how Death can be cold, this is cold as in devoid of warmth, of heat, of anything. So cold it feels like his blood is solidifying in his veins, like there should be a horrid crackling popping sound as he moves.

The card holds.

It casts.

It casts and the wizard is stirring and as the circle shudders and blinks out, Duncan drops to his knees because he physically can’t hold himself up.

It feels like his lungs are full of water suddenly.

Is he crying?

Why is he crying?

He can’t breathe.

~*~

The wizard feels like they’ve been hit by a bus.

Not that they’ve ever been hit by a bus.

But they’re pretty sure this is what it would feel like.

Everything hurts, sharp and immediate and hurt feels like too delicate of a word but they don’t have a better one because it’s so all encompassing that if someone asked they wouldn’t be able to pinpoint the pain, just that it was there and intense.

They hear the ending twinkle of the Fairy spell.

But…

They got thrown out of the ring.

And they’re pretty sure you can’t drag an unconscious combatant into a dueling circle and have it activate. They had expected to wake up elsewhere, or maybe here but with the awful taste of potion in their mouth—

There is a clatter and their eyes snap open, they watch the Shadow Point drop out of Duncan’s grip as he hits his hands and knees. On the ground under him is the faint outline of a hand drawn placement.

In the quiet, they can hear the soft dripping of liquid onto stone.

The wizard pushes forward, rolls up onto their own knees with a groan as it sends pain sparking throughout every moving muscle. They reach out a hand, they reach out and Duncan flinches back but they keep going, tilt his face up enough that they can see and—

—and there is starlight running down his cheeks.

“It’s freezing,” he sounds like he’s choking.

The wizard knows the feeling.

Remembers the Eclipse Tower.

But they can’t siphon this out of him, can’t help contain it, they are already running on empty and—

“If I may,” The wizard can’t help the jolt that goes through them at the sound of Malistaire Drake’s voice. At the sight of him, shimmering blue like they had seen at age fourteen atop the Great Spyre. The other three Death students aren’t far off, Penny is hugging Marla and Malorn is nearby looking like he maybe tried to stop…whatever Duncan was attempting. And nearest of all are Malistaire and Sylvia. Glowing and no longer tinged by Shadow or rage. “I can return the excess Shadow harmlessly to the void between worlds.”

The wizard can only stare.

They don’t know what to say.

What do you say to the man you killed?

Killed because you were told you had to.

Because you had no other choice.

To the man who had to die because he had not been allowed to grieve.

“Professor Drake?” They are saved the trouble by Duncan pushing unsteadily to his feet. Eyes wide and still running inky darkness across his face. “I—”

The wizard wonders what it’s like for all of them, not just Duncan—though they do wonder about him especially, about his searching for Malistaire after the school’s demise, about his disbelief when they had first told him all the trouble brewing in Wizard City had been Malistaire’s doing—to be faced with the person they lost so abruptly, the one who went from teacher and mentor to a villain they never saw.

To become another group disallowed to process, to grieve.

“Surrender the Shadow to me, as I have surrendered my rage.” Every word makes the wizard’s head spin as they watch Duncan take the hand of his former professor. Was this what he was like? Before? Softer than his brother, gentler.

It’s hard to reconcile.

But they can face those thoughts later.

They watch the streaks of Shadow dry against Duncan’s cheeks. His hand passes through Malistaire’s, no longer solid enough to touch.

And Malistaire looks to them, eyes clear and sharp in a way they have not seen outside of their brief journey to the past. “I release you from the binding of Kan Davasi, though you may not have finished our duel, I surrender my fear and my rage at the things I believed wrongfully taken from me.” There is a power to the words, like a cord snapping inside their head. “I do this, for my love. For my brother. For the memory I leave to my students.” There is a pause, a tightening of hand on staff. “And even for you, Wizard. After everything, even for you.”

Even for you.

It swims through their head.

Swirls like the stars.

What are they meant to do with this?

Why had they come here?

A weight does feel as though it is lifting, somewhere, somehow.

They can’t speak.

Malistaire keeps going, clasping one hand with Sylvia’s as he looks across the group once more.

“Though the scar of our conflicts may take time to heal. I ask you to take what you have learned here and spread a mercy I could not throughout the Spiral. We will not meet again.”

“I’m sorry.” It’s quiet and small and it’s the only thing waiting on their tongue. And he looks at them like Cyrus does when they’re particularly distraught. When he knows there is nothing to be done.

“As am I.”

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[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Feverishly Delirious

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 7. Set during RttE. Astrid has a reaction to the dragon root shot in her leg.

Warning: /

Rating: General

Characters: Hiccup, Astrid, Heather, Fishlegs, Snotlout, Stormfly

Pairing: /

Words: 836

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Prompt: Restrained

Whumpee: Astrid

Author’s Notes: Loved writing this Astrid whump!

Enjoy!

@ailesswhumptober

XOXOX

“Astrid. Astrid!” Hiccup holds her hands as she fights him. She tries to rip them out of his grip, but she’s not at her usual strength, so she can’t. It’s a mercy on him. If she wasn’t as weak as she currently is, she would’ve punched him in the face at least once.

Astrid is on her back on her bed, the covers and her pillow everywhere. He kneels on the edge, trying to keep her from fighting everyone as they aren’t the only Riders here. Fishlegs stands by with bandages, the dragonroot antidote, and other medicinal supplies. Heather kneels by her head, fingers running through her matted hair. Meanwhile, Snotlout and the twins stand by helplessly.

“Astrid, it’s us! Open your eyes!” Hiccup tries to convince Astrid to listen, but she doesn’t. Whatever delirious vision she’s having, she’s too deep into it.

“NO! Get off! GET OFF!” She screams. “You can’t have my… Stormfly!”

“Stormfly!” She calls for her dragon. She must believe she’s in some sort of battle, she’s tried to go for her axe, which is why Hiccup is too desperate to keep her restrained. He can’t let her get it and lash out at one of her friends.

Unfortunately, restraining her is also what keeps her from listening to any of them.

“Please, Astrid,” Heather pleads with her friend.

“Hiccup, we have to do something quick! Astrid needs that antidote!” Fishlegs presses. They didn’t think dragonroot would have an effect on humans as well, but Astrid has proven otherwise. That arrow she took to her leg is the reason why she’s like this.

“I know that Fishlegs, but we can’t let her attack anyone either!” She doesn’t even need her axe to seriously injure one of them.

But if her delirium has her believe that she’s in the middle of a battle and pinned down by enemies as they assume… Hiccup can’t stand to see her like this.

“Snotlout, go get Stormfly,” he orders him and for once he rushes outside to get it done. Astrid might think none of them are around to save her, but she did call for her dragon and maybe that means she’s expecting her to come. Stormfly might be their way in.

Barely a minute later, the Nadder arrives. Apparently, Snotlout didn’t even need to go get her, she was already on her way.

“Stormfly! Here girl,” Hiccup directs her closer, though she’s perfectly capable of spotting her troubled Rider on her own. He and Heather let go of Astrid and she immediately lashes out, not even an inch off from hitting the lead Rider in the nose.

Astrid stumbles to her feet, her injured leg lagging behind. She has no strength, her legs shake beneath her.

“That’s what I thought, you…” She slurs, unable to finish that sentence. Her head rolls as dizziness takes its toll, she reaches for it and groans. She stumbles backwards.

Hiccup, Heather, everyone reaches to catch her, but it’s Stormfly who keeps her steady, holding her up with her horn.

“Stormfly, there you are girl,” the relief in Astrid’s voice is palpable. She strokes her scaly hide and then goes limp. This time, Hiccup does catch her and he picks her up in his arms. Having reunited with her dragon, she has allowed herself to pass out and so he takes her back to bed. Astrid will no longer fight them. Hopefully, even when she does wake up.

Stormfly squawks as she walks around the bed and settles at Astrid’s right, chirping and giving her nose to pat later.

Fishlegs gets to work on that leg and Hiccup helps wherever he can. They can finally take a proper look at that arrow wound on her thigh, it’s become terribly infected. Whether Astrid simply has the bad luck of getting an infection or has a bad reaction to the dragon root and why, they don’t know. So what they’ll do is take care of it now and discuss that later.

Removing the initial bandage that’s become crusty with blood and puss, a gnarly sight meets them and it’s no wonder that Astrid is as feverish and delirious as she is.

“Don’t worry,” Fishlegs states, although even he’s not sure whether he’s reassuring himself or his friends. “We’ll clean it, dress it again, and we’ll give her the antidote once she’s able to swallow. She’s going to be okay.”

There’s a heavy dread in the room, everyone is worried for Astrid’s health. As Fishlegs works, Hiccup strokes her forehead with his thumb while his hand rests on her crown, Heather is on her other side to hold her hand, and Stormfly thrills a soft song in her ears.

Snotlout approaches with a wet cloth to lay on her forehead, but they’ll have to see when her fever will break. Even if they have to drop her in a bath of cold water, they have to break it. If they can’t get her out of her delirium, she could end up hurt worse.

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[fandom-fandom-fandom-17]

I'm bringing back the Grimora from that one episode they were in -because i can :) Also there’s angst and drug usage and a little whump. Day 3 nature

It seemed like all forces of nature were against the hunter. Every tree seemed to fight him, the moonlight tricking his eyes, every root tripped him as he desperately made a plan. The plan? survive Hiccup Haddock. At this point he was hoping he didn't have to kill the young man whom he had grown to have a close relationship with. There had been moments in the past where a glance or a touch had lasted just a moment too long. There had been a moment no less than a month ago  during a duel where the tension had been to much and had almost been broken. The line would have been crossed if not for a blast from the boys own dragon. Several lines were about to be crossed currently. Just not the ones Viggo expected.

Hiccup haddock was about to kill him. In his defense Hiccup wasn't in control of his actions. According to his friends that had tracked him down for help about 3 hours ago Hiccup had been experimenting in Grimora infested water for a new project he was working on. The riders hadn't know the water was infested. They had just gone to an island that wouldn't be affected if the project blew up again. They also knew that the project had a strange affect on hiccup when it blew up in his face before. Ignoring them the whole day to the point that toothless had gotten worried and grabbed Astrid. The only other things they knew about the project that it involved a dragon they were trying to moving and a purple liquid that none of them had seen before and didn't know where Hiccup had gotten it. 

Viggo did know where the dragon rider had gotten it. He stole it from Viggo. He only had two vials of the stuff because it was so dangerous. He had noticed it missing after the last time the two had a confrontation. He understood why he had taken it if they were transporting an aggressive dragon. And if Hiccup was experimenting with it? With Grimoras involved ? that was not going to end well. So he and the dragon riders came up with a plan to catch Hiccup. The reason the dragon riders had gone to him and why the other dragon hunters were on board was because he was Hiccups next target.  Hiccup and toothless had gone after the dragon riders first but during their last attempt to subdue him in which they had cured toothless he declared while trying to get away from them that Viggo was his next target stating he "needed more" before diving back into the invested water seemingly never resurfacing. They had left Snotlout and fishlegs there to see if he did resurface. 

Viggos best guess is that Hiccup had found a air pocket under the lake.  Telling the riders as such which had them breathe a of relief. Making Viggo wonder if they though that they had truly lost their leader. So together they had come up with a plan with Viggo in charge much to the riders begrudgement. 

So  here he was on an unknown island with a fake vial of purple liquid with the plan going horribly wrong. The first problem is that he had gotten both Snotlout, Fishlegs, and their dragons under his control.  Which didn't which strictly surprised him because Hiccup was incredibly clever  even under the influence of some toxin.  Which is the main part of why he had fallen for his adversary.  The problem was that it had gotten harder and when the twins captured. Thankfully just the people not their dragons as that would have made things even harder. So corralling him currently was more than half the team.  The dragon hunters beside Riker were still on the ships as back up. And they were corralling him it seemed as though wanted to catch Viggo himself. The young rider was wearing blue oleander as well as an eel keeping any dragons off him. Rendering another part of the plan as useless. 

Viggo shot left then took a right before running into a wall of flame tunneling him leaving him to chose either to go toward Hiccup or the monstrous nightmare. Viggo chose the option with less teeth. The reason he was running in the first place was the arsenal of weapons Hiccup had managed to make while left unchecked. As well as the fact that a dragon had melted his weapons. His guess at the order of Hiccup. As he turned unsure if he could talk his way out of this, a growl sounded from the shadows.

"There you are ~ My dear Viggo" the words sounded almost joyful until he got to Viggos name which was laced with venom. Hiccup stepped into the moonlight unafraid and confident his eyes laced with hunger. Viggo did not share the same feelings but he took a step forward to see what would happen. Choosing to take a gamble rather than be afraid. Hiccup and Viggo traded movement like it was a game of maces and talons till the two had a breath of space between them. Viggo made the move to go even further. Hiccup did not. before Viggo could blink Hiccup had drawn his sword. Viggo managed to deflect the blade but not by enough. The sword plunged into his leg causing Viggo to howl in pain. Viggo swept his leg out knocking him to the ground. In a singular movement hiccup plopped himself on to Viggo hips with a dagger to his check. 

" Now for my prize" Hiccup whispered with a sly smirk on his face.  Viggos hand tensed to try and hold onto the vial as fake as it was. Hiccup leaned down capturing Viggos lips. Surprising Viggo, this was not how he saw it going down. Hiccup seemed unhappy with Viggos reaction because he took his hand that wasn't on the vial and tried to deepen the kiss. Viggo not one to look a gift dragon in the mouth deepened the kiss as well going as far as biting Hiccups lip. Hiccup gave a growl at this grinding down on Viggo. This caused Viggo to moan which Hiccup took advantage of plunging his tongue in Viggo mouth.  Viggo put his free hand into Hiccups hair. Hiccup simply took his kisses down Viggos neck to let him breathe. Hiccup found a spot on Viggos neck that got him noises he really liked so he attacked it ruthlessly. Once he had abused it to his liking he broken away taking both of Viggos hands gently. Then as quick as a razor whip with Viggo still dazed Hiccup joined his hand together tying them with a sturdy vine.  He quickly got up and did the same to his feet afterwards he finally took the fake vial leaving him with a quick kiss on the lips. Hiccup walked away with the sway of victory in his walk.

After that there were only two problems for Hiccup other than the vial was fake. 1 was that after what Viggo had just experienced he was already planning revenge .  The second one was that he had taken to long to seduce Viggo and after a few minutes he was surrounded by the dragon hunters and dragon riders alike. Viggo heard small screams from the tainted Grimora and cheers from both sides. 'Sorry Hiccup my dear' Viggo though to himself 'Perhaps you'll win next time while much more sane' Viggo let loose a small  villainous laugh before cutting himself loose and wondering what he should do to Hiccup to return the favor of tonight. As well as how to thank mother nature along with the Grimoras.

I realized after writing this this would have worked well for day 1 -about 1310 words no beta

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[arcielee]

Interview With a Writer

Here is part 4 of my Interview With a Writer series. You can go to this post to review the other amazing authors I have spoken with ♥ Just a BTS of some of the talented minds on Tumblr and ao3.

Name:  f4ll-for-you

Story: The Intern

Paring: modern Aegon Targaryen x Reader

Rating/Warning: Sexual themes and substance abuse.

So, when did you start writing? If I’m honest, I’ve always loved writing, even when I was young I’d always write ‘fanfiction’ for stories I’d read myself, but I began writing for ‘readers’ when I was about fourteen. That was back in the boy band era, 5 seconds of summer days and none of it was good, and it’s all very much deleted now, luckily!

Everything I’d written since had been for myself, until house of the dragon came out. I mainly began writing because no one seemed to be creating any Aegon fics, and I desperately wanted one. 

I began writing on Wattpad, which is where my main (very badly written un-edited, first proper fic lives) and when I got back into tumblr, 6 years later, I found a wonderful community on there and began my modern Aegon fics.

Where did the plot for The Intern come from? Awkwardly, I’m not sure. I knew I wanted to write a modern Aegon fic. I’d seen a few ideas floating around where the family had a large successful company, that Aegon is meant to ‘inherit/work for’ so I guess I gained inspiration from that.

I wanted the reader to be someone in her own right, not just ‘Aegon's love interest’ so I tried to build up her character just as much as his. I also wanted to show how damaged Aegon was, and hint that there were reasons why she understood him. Maybe I’ll explain her backstory at some point, because I have it in my head.

Explain your interpretation of Aegon. What drives him? Why is he the way he is in The Intern? He’s damaged, that’s the main theme. He’s done something (we don’t know what, but I do hehe) that means his grandfather has forced him to work for the company and, obviously, he hates it. 

He uses his position to get girls, and continue to live his life as it was, if he can’t party at home, he will party there. It’s not until the reader comes along that he finally sees a girl for more than just sex. He likes the way she takes little interest in him, how she needs glasses to read, how she never stays at ‘after work drinks’ for more than an hour. 

I think he appreciates how she’s never looked at him as less than a person, which is what he’s used to from his family and the girls only want him for a reciprocated ‘quickie’. Whereas she actually sees him as her boss, not that he’s ever acted like one. 

My version of Aegon (this is gonna sound pretentious as fuck) has been defined by his faults for so long that he’s become them. The Aegon we meet at the beginning is a shell of the person he becomes once he befriends her.

Was there anything in specific that inspired your Reader portrayal? As I said earlier, I was determined to make her a main character, not a side character that Aegon desires (not that there’s anything wrong with that, I love those fics just as much). 

I’ve massively fallen for the ‘enemies to lovers’ style, which the intern very lightly touches on, shown in their boy/girl teasing and joking friendship they have at the beginning. I liked the idea of her being a girlboss, hard working, clever but mainly incredibly kind. I wanted to show her as a little bit damaged, through her understanding of Aegon and how gentle she is with him. She rarely pushes him into getting help when he clearly isn’t ready to. She loses her temper, yes, but I think there’s only one time where she fully asks him to get help throughout the story, even though she clearly wants him to.

Do you feel your Reader compliments Aegon well? I’d hope so, I wanted to to make them fit together, but also have their own ‘things’ they needed to do before they could fully be each others. I guess you could see it a bit like Chuck and Blair in Gossip Girl, but they weren’t an intentional inspiration, now I think of it.

They both had a lot on their plates, the reader stuck working her ass off and Aegon stuck between various girls legs…that sort of thing.

In my head, I think they compliment each other by being what the other needs. Aegon needs someone grounded, kind and gentle, but she’s also not a pushover. She’s not going to let him walk all over her. Whereas the reader needs Aegon to realise her life isn’t based around her career, that she can enjoy herself and fall in love and be a little bit reckless.

Is there any reflection of you, the author, in this story? Pretty much always the female character is a part of me, it’s kind of a way of you living the life you want to live, so why wouldn’t it be I guess? Also, I find comfort in writing about addiction/other themes because it’s kind of a way of dealing with my own experiences.

Do you think you will do a sequel or expand on this AU? I have one chapter left, the epilogue, where I will hopefully make everyone forgive me for the sad ending to part four! I’m now expanding on the Backstage one-shot, and rockstar Aegon.

#interview with a writer #iwaw #iwaw4 #bts #of their brilliant writing #i hope you all enjoy #♥ #aegon targaryen fanfic #aegon targaryen x reader

[bucketsofmonsters]

I've just found your blog and started reading your stories - I don't know how I didn't find you before considering how much I love monster romance!

I don't know which of your stories are the oldest or newest so I'm just going to comment on the ones I read as I go

I lived for the On the Alter story with the dragon and the knight!!! Pytho was so sweet (if a little misguided but honestly all of them were) and a real breath of fresh air from the way dragons are typically written as regal and brooding and mysterious - he felt like the MC of a romcom he's such a sweetheart.

The knight was so mysterious but I like that he wasn't stuck in his brooding and had some personality show through - showing that not only was he loosening up around them but they were getting better at reading his emotions behind the helmet. Or makes sense too BC he would have gotten used to ppl not being able to read past the helmet and wouldn't actually be very good at hiding emotions

Something I like about your stories so far is that the characters feel emotions wholly and unapologetically and it makes a connection for the reader to also feel the emotions more.

The connection between the readers character (idk how you refer to them - MC? Y/N? R?) And the knight both having a duty of service that was very self destructive and misguided really cemented their relationship.

The fact that at the end they still wanted to go on adventures but it was no longer as self destructive bc they (all 3) had learnt to care for each other and want each other safe and learnt their worth while together. And how they still wanted to go on adventures and didn't lose that aspect of their personality but instead shifted into the reason behind their duties of service which was wanting to help others.

Poor pytho thinking they were leaving him but resigning himself to it BC he wanted them to be happy just like how he let the reader go the first time! I love how excited he was that the reader came back and that the knight and the reader weren't leaving forever! Honestly the way you wrote the readers want to leave to serve the people was really respectful and tender in a way that didn't paint them as in the wrong for wanting that bc they were brainwashed and not stupid for being so and they wanted to help. And the way you wrote the quiet yearning they had to want to get back to Pytho

And their distress when Phillip and Pytho were fighting 😢!!!

I love them your honour

Oh my god thank you so much, you have no idea how happy this ask made me.

Listen, I love a good brooding, mysterious monster but if they are left alone in caves and stuff, some of them are going to be lonely and just desperate for any sort of company and I feel like we do not see enough of them lol

Figuring out how to make Phillip emote behind armour was so fun but also, I realized how frustrating that would be from both ends, not just to those trying to read him. He's used to not being perceived properly and it so severely limits the ways you can communicate and be understood (which honestly I think he leans into like you said)

I really love the connections between all of the characters so much, Phillip and reader's self-destructive obsession with duty, the way Pytho and reader both feel discarded by their people, the social isolation of Pytho and Phillip, I think they're all just mirrors of each other in such delightful ways :)

One of my favorite parts of the whole story was the ending and how like, none of them are fixed at the end. None of them fully care about their own well-being in a healthy way, but the way they care about each other is just nudging them in the right direction, helping them find the right actions while the self-worth and proper motivation will come later.

I truly cannot thank you enough for this ask, absolutely made my day

#asks #I love when people do this so so much #ur analysis was all so good I adore you #im 🥰🥰🥰

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Character ask: hojo!!

:0 UNDERRATED CRYSTAL BOI!!

Quick heads up: there’s brief overdose mention and suicide right at the end so be wary of that if you think that’ll be triggering to you.

What I like about him: How much he clearly cares for Tabe and Setsuno (blah blah the camaraderie warms my heart, blah blah trauma from having no friends in school blah blah), pretty Crystals, buff man make brain go brrr.

What I dislike about him: that one screenshot where you can see he’s got stubble under his mask. No. Fucking shave your face dude. You already shave your head. Also that he got no screen time outside of getting his ass kicked :’)

Favourite moment: explaining why he and the other 2/3s of the trash trio are so close and that they’re not worth anything without each other (EEEEEEEEEE-)

Least favourite moment:

Cries at that panel

Situations I want to see more: Give me day to day trash trio shenaniganary. I want them doing normal stuff: going grocery shopping, hanging out with the other bullets, pestering overhaul, just slice of life stuff. I’d also love his relationships with Toya and Tabe to be developed more. Like, yeah, they’re trash but with each other they’re trash with meaning (EEEEEEEE-*is knocked out) but I want to know the actual dynamics. Toya is supposed to be the leader, do they actual respect that? (See more on this in the head cannon bit)

Interesting AU: One where he’s in a bizarre interlinked family tree with like, 6 others from the series. This is one me and my bf made, I dubbed it the Sin AU because each person’s quirk is from one of the seven deadly sins: Midnight is Lust, Deidoro is Gluttony, Monoma is Envy, Hojo is Greed, Tiger is Sloth, and there were two more I can’t recall at the current time. It doesn’t really do much other than add another layer of depth to the character, but I think it’s cool none the less. (Also I wanna see how the family reunions would go lol)

Crossover: Give this man a cavern crasher, give this man a rock stomper, we’re going to Berk, Gadies and Lents. I wanna see the entire Hassaikai with dragons from how to train your dragon so bad!! (I actually have headcannons for everyone! If you want to know I’ll elaborate in the notes)

OTP: ok ok ok. It’s weird, I know, but you gotta hear me out on this one: Hojo and Pixie Bob. The reason I say this is linked back to the Sin AU (Ibara must have coded my iPad or something, it won’t let me type sin without autocorrecting to sun a million times) because I Headcannon Deidoro and Ragdoll to be friends/partners/no one can fucking tell, so because Ragdoll and pixie are best friends, and in that au Deidoro and hojo were brothers, plus Hojo and tiger were related, it just kinda fell into place. Plus Pixie is super desperate for a partner and I feel like Hojo gets zero bitches, he’s the human embodiment of the ‘No bitches?’ Meme. Anyways.

Other ships: Overhaul and Chrono (because under no circumstance will I ever split them up). Purely cos I saw a post saying that entire rant about the trash trio being useless without overhaul and them owing everything to him was said by Hojo, not Setsuno, and it sounding like he had a crush on him.

BROTP: the rest of the trash trio. Duh.

NOTP: anyone from the league except now that I think about it I can weirdly see him working with Magne? …hm. And any pro too.

Headcannon time!!!

1. While Setsuno is the ‘leader’ of the trash trio, and he’s good at it, don’t get me wrong, he can definitely strategise and knows what he’s doing, he’s terrible at just…existing day to day life, so Hojo typically has to help him. He’s his common sense, in a way. He’s to Setsuno what Tengai is to Rappa, just both are a lot happier with the arrangement.

2. He and Setsuno actually knew each other before they joined the hassiakai, not well but they attended the same school and had a few classes together.

3. He’s 22 years old and the oldest of the trash trio. He’s also the third tallest in the bullets at 6’1 (only Rappa and Katsukame are taller cos…yeah. Btw this is completely ignoring the canon evidence showing otherwise because Tabe is not allowed to be tall. He is baby and he is no taller than 5’3 and I will bite anyone who says otherwise. I’m only saying this because I want to be taller than at least one person in the hassiakai-)

4. Sad backstory time. He was orphaned: his dad cheated on his mum before Hojo was born and his mum died of a drug overdose when he was around four. He was then moved to live with his aunt who..wasn’t an amazing parent but was better than what he had previously. As he got older, about 16, he found out what actually happened with his parents, and attempted to find his dad. He eventually managed to get in contact with him- however his dad wanted nothing to do with him. This destroyed him and he attempted to end his life, however overhaul found him and took him in. A few months later, Setsuno joined, and then Tabe about half a year after that, and with that, the trash trio was fully formed.

Huh. Didn’t know I had that much to say about him. I really thought I’d have a few sentences for each question…anyways, hope you enjoyed!

#post office #yu hojo #trash trio #shie hassaikai #mha #plague researcher

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A Comprehensive List of Spideyfist Interactions (pt.2)

hello and welcome back to: reasons Spideyfist is canon. a series where i take you through each episode of The Ultimate Spiderman and show you why i believe that Spiderman and Iron Fist are dating in canon. and also give you a little insight into my thoughts of the show

warnings for: episode spoilers, season spoilers, action/injury description, unsolicited commentary, probable cussing, violence, caps lock

this part features episodes 7 through 13 of season one

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S1E7 Exclusive: 

- Danny is in this episode for point-five seconds and he doesn’t even speak or interact with Peter much so again, almost entirely headcanon and commentary but i’ll try

- MJ going through different versions of her name for the Daily Bugle interview was really cute

- this entire episode is filmed almost entirely from the POV of MJ’s camera and that’s a crime

- while Sam, Ava, and Luke look vaguely upset about the interview, Danny just looks tired, almost as if this is a fight he’s heard and is not interested in continuing. 

- honorable PowerTiger mention: Ava and Luke are practically sitting in each other’s laps

- lets count the amount of times MJ is picked up and moved by Peter as Spiderman. here’s one

- that’s two

- MJ is a fucking idiot, you don’t run TOWARDS the danger, even if you’re a reporter

- bug man is somehow the best and worst insult Hulk could’ve come up with 

- how many times did Peter consider calling the team this fight? cause all we see is what the camera shows us, so it’s possible he tried to call the team

- “then stay low” ah yes, perfect compromise

- at least she acknowledges she’s not being smart here

- five

- eight, but off camera

-i think people sometimes forget that behind the sarcasm and powers is a kid who’s super fucking smart and way out of his depth. Peter’s used to being a solo act, he doesn’t know how to be a team leader, you know?

- SHIELD in this series makes me angry specifically because Peter is a proven ally and they shot at him anyway

- eleven, two off camera, one partially off camera

- headcanon: “sparky” is also a nickname Peter affectionately uses for Danny when they start dating 

- ahh the end of the camera pov

- Hulk just picks Peter up and moves him like he weighs nothing

- you don’t see the kind of desperation Peter displays when searching for MJ often. so far, it’s shown for Harry and MJ alone. 

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S1E8: Back in Black

- the dragon man scares me, but only because i love dragons and hate to see them slandered like this

- the Venom suit is cool but that’s essentially it for this version of Venom

- why don’t people listen to Peter’s bad feelings more often?

- Peter sits next to Danny during the meeting

- while the others harp on Peter for being jealous and cry about him being sick, Danny says, “perhaps you’re seeing connections where there are none” which i believe was his attempt at comforting Peter. Venom was traumatizing for all of them, but for Peter especially

- also, i know the wiki says that Fury and the team wanted Venom on the team, but the first one who brings that up is Peter. 

- the fact that no one says “are you okay?” kind of hurts, but also from the voice and excessive sneezing t’s kinda obvious he isn’t so i’ll give them a pass on that. i’m attributing the no comforting to the fact that they’ve only known each other for a few months or so at this point. i like to believe that Danny reaches out later and asks after Peter because he’s that kind of guy

- okay, so if it wasn’t obvious BEFORE NOW that this fake-Spidey is Harry, the flexing bit just proves it. 

- also, how Harry doesn’t put it together that Peter is Spiderman from this episode alone is beyond me

- another thing that turns me off of SpideyNova is that Sam seems to constantly antagonize Peter at every chance he gets

- this episode marks the beginning of Peter and Harry’s cracking friendship

- Harry’s whole villain arc later in the series is actually very tragic when you consider that all it really is, is that Harry wants his dad’s approval. it’s all he’s ever wanted

- “last time we met, you had someone inside there that shouldn’t be” flashbacks to episode 4 when Sam, Luke, and Danny got trapped

- Vemon is much cooler in the Hardy movies if i’m honest with myself, but that’s only because of Eddie Brock

- headcanon: Harry Osborn has electricity scars on his back

- Peter recounting his fight to Fury is cute

- the team all harp on Peter for getting them sick, but Danny’s comment was “there is absolutely no enlightenment to be found in this level of misery” which less harping and more a complaint that he doesn’t like being sick

- side note: colds are spread by bodily fluid and Peter has hardly been around the team unless you count sneezing at Sam from like six feet away, so how did the entire team catch Peter’s cold?

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S1E9 Field Trip: 

- Peter, sir, why the juice box?

- of course Danny studied the ancient texts and OF COURSE he can read this Nordic rock. also, i fully believe that Danny’s mystic powers are the only reason the stone activated to send the Frost Giant through

- so you can’t see it well and it’s only for a split second, but when the Frost Giant first brings it’s club down and it brings the club back up, you can see that Peter has appeared in front of Danny and Sam has now teleported to be standing behind Luke. i’m counting this towards SpideyFist for the express reason that there is NO NEED for Peter and Danny to be standing that close together

- “what is that thing?”, Danny you studied the ancient texts and they said NOTHING about Frost Giants?

- the second Danny gets hurt, Peter’s giving orders for “less talking, more teamwork”

- this might be me, but Peter always sounds so admiring when he talks about Danny and this introduction to Thor is no different

- Danny jumping in to calm the arguement, by offering the sage advice DIRECTLY TO PETER

- okay, so Luke, Sam, and Ava are looking in the direction i assume the ice came from, but Danny is not, so what’s Danny looking at? my guess? he was going to warn Peter and Thor about the Frost Giants before they even appeared

- Danny goes looking for weak points in the ice and without even discussing it, Peter knows exactly what he’s doing which suggests a level of familiarity we’ve yet to see between Peter and the others

- Peter also asks how the progress is coming and when Danny responds with one of his sayings instead of “yes, no” or something more concrete, Peter just accepts it without comment

- “found it” busts through a wall of solid ice like it’s nothing DAMN BOY 

- you know, the Frost Giants keep freezing Danny specifically and i feel like it’s telling that it’s happened TWICE that Danny was incapacitated first (once with Venom and now with the Frost Giants)

- when desposited back in the snow, Danny and Peter land directly parallel to each other

- Danny and Peter step forward together when the dwarf is scolding Thor

- when they find him, the Master Dwarf is working on the sword he’ll later give to Danny

- in the line up, Danny and Peter are standing close together. you don’t see their hands, but i firmly believe they held hands at first

- what is it with Danny and Peter and standing close together this episode? it’s like every chance they get. just another reason i firmly believe this is the episode BEFORE they got together

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S1E10 Freaky: 

- Mesmero gives “skiddish teenager” vibes, not “supervillain” vibes

- when Sam goes to protest as Peter walks away, Danny stops him from saying anything, which i am in fact counting as minorly protective

- Danny is the only one who seems actually concerned with how Peter’s acting instead of upset.

- Danny’s question also suggests that he expected an honest response, as if he’d asked something similar before, perhaps many times. and the shoulder touch! 

- firstly, Wolverine is unneccisarily aggressive with a non-confrontational Danny, but second, the way Danny looks both afraid and concerned says a lot to how he feels about Peter and how Peter acts around him

- “baby i do like me a redhead” flashbacks to Wolverine’s crush on Jean

- off screen convos include what Wolverine said to the team, MJ, and Harry and how things went down with Danny specifically. something like: “kid, you got a guy willing to stand up for you when you’re not yourself and when you’ve just threatened him. if i where you, i wouldn’t let him go.”

- Danny was in Peter’s “soap opera” themed daydream-sequence alongside MJ and Ava, who would both be considered love-interests

- a random Deadpool appears

- Peter also apologizes off-screen to the team, MJ, and Harry. this is the episode Danny and Peter get together

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S1E11 Venom Attack:

- okay, and again i’ll say Peter is supposed to operate independant of SHIELD. Nick can’t order him off the assignment

- Danny doesn’t seem annoyed at being caught in the webs like the others are

- Danny is the only one Peter apologizes to when Peter redirects the team’s attacks on Venom

- Danny is the first one Peter acknowledges when he’s being scolded by the team for keeping secrets

- “wait, you can do that?” “he can do that” not Danny casually being the only one who remembers that Peter is fucking SMART

- Danny being the one to consistantly acknowldge there is another life inside Venom once being told so and using Harry’s name as a reminder to the others that it’s PETER’S BEST FRIEND that acts as Venom’s host

- Danny’s the first one to show up on the roof when Peter’s up there with Venom

- USM!Osborn makes the list of shitty fathers purely because he’s using his son as a science experiment

- okay “Squash the Spider” is kinda fucked, but also they’re stupid teenagers so i’m giving them a “they don’t know much better” pass where everyone apologizes off screen

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S1E12 Me Time: 

- Peter being worried about Aunt May being caught indencent is really cute

- FURY GAVE MINORS CONTRACTS TO SIGN AND THOUGHT THAT’D BE A-O-FUCKING-KAY? jesus fuck the more i watch this show as an adult the more fucked up it seems

- we’re supposed to see him leaving his communicator and walking out as Peter being idiotic, but in reality this is a massive breech of privacy for a company full of SPIES who give contracts to teenagers and expect them to sign it with no issues. and you know, maybe there are none. i guarentee you that if a lawyer went over those contracts, there’d be a lot of things wrong with them. these are children! the only ones of them that have legal guardians are Luke and Peter. Luke’s parents are SHIELD scientists and Peter lives with his Aunt! this is fucking BS

- no notable interactions between Danny and Peter in this episode, so here’s a headcanon. when Danny found out that Spiderman was captured by Doc Ock, he went to Peter’s home and asked to spend a few hours out with him. under the guise of making sure Peter is okay. in reality it’s because Danny’s kinda scared to lose Peter, even only knowing him for a short amount of time

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S1E13 Strange Days: 

- this is one of my favorite episodes because of the whole magic v. science debate. i think it’s really cool

- Danny tells Peter that he was dreamwalking, which seems pretty personal and private. Peter didn’t seem shocked when Danny tells him this, so they’ve likely talked about it, which means that Peter has probably given Danny permission to walk in his dreams. 

- Danny wakes Peter up instead of someone he’s known longer, like Luke, or someone better suited to a mystic battle, like Ava

- Danny wakes Peter up KNOWING how Peter feels about actual magic, implying they’ve talked about that as well, at length probably because Danny’s on the mystic side of things while Peter firmly believes in science

- Peter knows Danny well enough to predict Danny’s reaction to something unexplained that he seems to know a little something about, explained as “weird and foreboding”

- Danny holds on to Peter’s waist when they’re riding the Spider-Cycle, much like one in media would traditionally hold on if you where DATING

- even Danny’s explaination of magic sounds practiced, as if he’s repeated it a lot, specifically to Peter

- Danny seems so happy when Peter seems to get something he’s saying

- Peter’s fond exasperation when the quote goes over Danny’s head

- Danny takes all of Peter’s jokes and silliness without complaint or judgement

- traditoinally, bowing to someone is shown to be a sign of respect to them. Danny bowing to Peter, even sarcastically, kind of shows the same thing

- Peter acts like “a beacon to someone with [Danny’s] sensitivities” which i’m counting because it falls under the “fate put them together” tag

- Danny comforting Peter when his mind is blown BIG TIME by Doctor Strange, with an arm around the shoulders and a hand on the bicep

- idk if this makes sense, but during the full episode, Peter’s focus is on Danny almost entirely, even when it seems like it’s not

- Danny’s immediately justification of bringing Peter instead of someone more qualified, Danny is Peter’s number-one fan and you can’t convince me otherwise

- in Luke’s dreamworld, Danny and Peter are tied back to back, which is symbolic in that even Luke sees they’re always there for each other. Luke and Danny may be ride-or-die, but Danny and Peter are more than even that

- Peter looks at Danny when he says, “i will temporarily press pause on my magic bashing”, mystic arts are a big part of who Danny is as a person and Peter knows that, which means that, coming from Peter, those words would mean more to him than they would to Strange

- Peter gets knocked down and Danny IMMEDIATELY takes out the Dreamon who does it and then helps Peter up. he also proceeds to explain the rules of this world Peter’s never been exposed to

- Peter clocks it immediately when Danny disappears into his dreamroom

- Danny’s introduction of his home to Peter, even in his dreamlike state

- Peter continuously trying to tell Danny that this isn’t real, even saying “i bet it’s fantastic, in REAL LIFE” and saying “that’s Nightmare!”

- Danny’s assurance to Peter that he doesn’t have anything to fear, but not saying he’s not afraid. clever bit of word play there, tbh. also Peter knowing Danny’s scared anyway

- despite being in the dreamworld, Danny STILL listens to Peter when Peter says anything

- Peter defends Danny against his own worst fears, struggling agianst iron bars that keep him away from Danny while shouting encouragement. 

- Danny tells Peter his worst fears, a choice he makes to elaborate on what Peter is already seeing

- Peter punches through three iron bars to get to Danny

- i firmly believe that Nightmare’s roaring wasn’t what kicked Peter out of Danny’s dreamroom, but Danny himself. Danny is supposed to be the mysterious, mystic warrior, a king sometime in the future when his year of study is up. i highly doubt he was given lessons on mental health in K’un-Lun, so it’s probable that Danny doesn’t want Peter to see him at a low point. so he kicks Peter out of his dreamroom in order to protect both himself and Peter, because god knows the kind of damage a damn dragon can to the unexperienced soul

- “he’s playing your fears! just like he did Iron Fist!” Peter is so far gone, mans isn’t even HERE and he’s still mentioning him every two seconds

- Danny and Peter are standing UNNECCISARILY CLOSE TOGETHER

- “nice entrance!” “i try. thank you for beliving in me” translation: “thank god your back” “of course i am, you saved me”. ALTERNATE TRANSLATION: “you came!” “you called.”

- THE SHOULDER TOUCHING

- in my experience, when you’re sleeping around another person, generally you feel safe around them. which lines up with what happened in this ep, but also, one experience doesn’t equal a pattern

- going back to the desperation thing from episode 7? the desperation’s been shown for Danny now

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thank you!

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