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simpingland · 7 months

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Something something like protective male stark reader (who grew up on dragonstone) x lucerys :333 when they went to kingslanding bc luke's inheritance brought into question, he makes his direwolf attack and cut off pieces of vaemond in front of everyone. At the dinner table he throws aemond across the room with a punch not even a second after aemond calls them "strong"

He tells luke when they're alone that no one will dare hurt him as long as reader is breathing

Okie thnk u I love your fic!!!!!!

Touch and Protection// Lucerys Velaryon x Male!Stark!Reader

Summary: reader has spend more than six years in love with Lucerys. But only when the times get difficult, one has to protect the things we love the most.

A/N: sorry for the delay. I swear I'll be working with the rest of my request. Hope you all like it. I have a fanfic about Luke being very gay as well, so you might like that one as well.

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From the moment you set foot on Dragonstone with the then puppy Fiery Hoof, your beloved direwolf, you felt something for Prince Lucerys that you never recognised before. The love between the two of you grew naturally, you were the same age, you shared the day together and you soon discovered that your relationship was very different from the one you might have had with Rhaena, Baela or Jace. Your heart yearned for his constantly and you made it clear to him how much you wanted him.

Luke, on the other hand, was more attentive to his own problems, which were far more than yours. And that's how you found him on the beach, pensive. He heard your wolf scampering and turned to pet him, letting you watch him from a distance. News had come of Vaemond and his request to claim Driftmark and that would mean he would overthrow any rights Luke had.

"Do you think Vaemond will bring many men?" he asked when he saw you arrive.

"He may bring hundreds, and your grandfather will still not cede it to him. Corlys himself named you, I heard it too." You remembered that sad day at Driftmark, when Luke was the only person who spoke to you soon after you arrived south.

"If I tell you the truth...a part of me would be relieved to lose Driftmark." He stopped petting Hoof, and you could see his sadness right there. You would have liked to run your hand over his face, to brush away his grief with a single word. But you contented yourself by lightly touching his shoulder.

"You say that now because you are afraid. But you shouldn't be afraid of anything...not while I'm here."

Her face lit up with affection, and he placed his hand over yours. Lucerys may have known how deeply in love you were with him, though he had never done anything to suppress it, nor anything to reciprocate. Still, your hope kept you by his side.

Back in Kingslanding, Burning Hoof walked happily through the castle, Jace and Luke were your guides, showing you around the castle from top to bottom. You were sorry the journey was over, for on the boat Luke had spent the day clinging to you, letting him lean on you when he got seasick. And in the carriage you'd been cramped together, the wolf between your legs, your hands rubbing together when there were bumps. Luke seemed much calmer now, returning to his childhood with his brother, and happy to show it to you too. Hoof was distracting you in the yard, looking for the stick he had asked you to throw him. And then you saw Aemond Targaryen. Though he was an impressive Prince with a sword, you looked for Lucerys in the crowd. As you guessed, his face turned from shock to terror as he remembered that he had been the one to blame for taking Aemond's eye.

"Nephews..." he said, looking at the Velaryons. "You've come for train?"

There was a veiled threat in that, and Luke and Jace, as stubborn as ever, stood, further airing the tense atmosphere. You walked up to them with the intention of distracting them, and Jace moved aside at once, but Luke needed you to gently push him aside. Vaemond's entrance with his men distracted them first. And it was that one more man who made no secret of his spite, and this time it was all for your dear Lucerys. Your hands, still clutching Luke's sleeves, came into contact with those of the Prince himself, who did not hide his fear now. You did not pull away, but overtook him with dissimulation, trying to reassure him. Only the return of Hoof was able to return Luke to a halfway calm state.

"You're going to be fine, Lucerys," you promised quietly, with the people already far away.

"With Fiery Hoof I sure will be," he replied with a shy smile.

And he turned red, though you didn't understand why. You only felt even a little jealousy. But your direwolf was too good and beautiful not to love. So you made it through the first day at the castle, strolling around while he shared with you those years in which you had remained surrounded by snow.

At night, the Prince could not sleep, and in the room you shared, for you had no room of your own there, you knew by Luke's continual movements in the bed next to yours that he was restless.

"I don't want tomorrow to come," he suddenly confessed to you. You turned to look at him, only the moon illuminating the room.

"I thought you'd rather get it over with."

"That's because I had some hope that everything would be better...but I feel like it will end even worse than it started. I didn't know so many people hated me."

"All of them? Aemond may have reasons...but Vaemond can't say the same. And they don't know you.

"But that doesn't matter," he rose from the bed, and began to pace nervously. "They're going to find some way to make me disappear..."

He fell silent as he saw you lying perfectly still on the bed, looking at him with a tired face and making it clear that you didn't want any more of his self-pity. Then he understood that he had to stop.

"How about we talk about something else?" You proposed then.

"No, don't worry...you must be tired, sleep." He wasn't lying, you were tired, but you couldn't.

"I wouldn't be able to sleep knowing you're chewing your head off across the room."

You saw a smile of gratitude and affection, the one he always gave you.

"When was the first time you saw snow?" he asked, still standing.

"Well, when I was born it snowed, according to my mother..." when you repositioned yourself on the bed you didn't expect Luke's weight as he lay down next to you, on the same bed. "But I remember playing with my brothers before my youngest cousin was born..."

You barely knew what to say, for concentration had gone out the window the moment you felt Luke's eyes so close to you, guessing your face in the darkness. The warmth he gave off was better than any cloth, and he lent you his ears so lovingly that you couldn't help but speak from the heart.

"If I am honest with you, my Prince..." you said.

"Be honest, yes, I love it when you are honest," he interrupted cheerfully, making you laugh.

"Snow has always fascinated me...but it hasn't been the best impression I've ever had." You had him inches away but it felt too far away, and Luke's obtuseness put you even further away. But your heart was honest, and it was telling you everything you needed to know.

"What's been your best impression then?" he whispered, and the air turned sweet.

"The first time I saw the beach, back at Dragonstone." A thousand things went through your head, and you saw a twinkle in his eyes that made you realise that they were going on in his head too.

"That's the best place in the world for me."

"Then think of the beach and you'll see how you'll fall asleep."

"All right," he said and closed his eyes. And he lay still at last, breathing softly.

You had to fall asleep soon after, afraid that your strong heartbeat would be noticed when the silence fell. And it didn't take you long to fall asleep, unaware that Luke opened his eyes after a while. He spent the night sleepless, thinking of all the things that could go wrong and the only one that was right, you. He found comfort in running his hand through your hair, knowing that your exhaustion had taken you somewhere with sand or snow.

The room where the Iron Throne sat was clearly divided by those who liked the idea of Luke as heir and those who did not. Otto tried to keep your beloved Hoof out, but Rhaenyra insisted that he was a quiet beast and made the family more at ease against the men Vaemond had brought in. As soon as the screaming began, you felt the nervousness of Luke, who sought your gaze from time to time, and the fury of the animal, who snarled every time Vaemond raised his voice.

"What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess?" He turned to look at Rhaenyra, and Luke felt the urge to move closer to you even if he could not. "I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognize it."

Then you allowed yourself to absently stroke the fingers of the hand he held loosely, and immediately noticed how he held it close, grateful for your small support. And speeches preceded until the arrival of the king, which left everyone in stony silence. He was the one with the best intentions, naming Luke the official heir, and Rhaenys supporting his decision. Though it meant Lucerys' marriage to Rhaena, it all seemed positive, but Vaemon didn't seem convinced. Burning Hoof could sense his anger.

"You... may run your house as you see fit... but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned... I will not see it ended on the account of this..."

"Say it." Those words escaped Daemon's lips, and your direwolf was already trembling beyond containment.

"Her children... are bastards! And she... is... a whore."

And then it happened, no guard dared to stop your animal, and in one bite, Vaemond lost his head right there. Maybe, and only maybe... you had let go of the leash just long enough for him to run away. You waited a short time to get in front of the few guards who had tried to approach to stop Hoof, and pushing him with your strength, you demanded that no one come near. Otto cried out to have it sacrificed, but the King never gave the order.

Between that bloody event and dinner, Luke appeared in the courtyard where you were bathing Hoof, and wordlessly helped you fill buckets with water. Clearly he was appalled.

"It wasn't your fault, you know." You told him after a while.

"Wasn't it? I'm not so sure," he replied, his soul on his feet.

"You do what you have to do. Vaemond didn't, he tried to usurp you, and he insulted you."

"But he has said truths..."

"But that they are true does not make it right. Leanor loved you, and so did Corlys..." and you loved him too, though that went without saying. Luke might notice hesitation in your eyes.

"Good thing there's you. I like it when you're around," he said at last.

The dinner was uncomfortable, and the strange peace was short-lived. Your place was between Baela and Luke, and from there you could see the engaged couple keeping you distracted. Baela was kind, as was Rhaena, and she noticed how your eyes never left Luke's profile.

"You're fond of the Prince, aren't you?" She asked you in a whisper.

"Lucerys and I are just friends..." you replied with the red in your face.

"I didn't say which prince, Lord Stark..." she smiled, knowing full well what she had discovered.

"Don't call me 'Lord Stark'...and well, Jace and I simply don't have that much in common."

"I'm just saying that your affection for Luke shows...and I can see that Hoof loves him too."

"Your sister will be happy with him, just like you are with Jace. And I'll be somewhere else, rejoicing in whatever you all achieve." That was all you could confess to him.

"Well, you may not see it, but you can tell Prince Lucerys doesn't want you to go very far away."

"I don't know what you're talking about, Baela..." You tensed at the seriousness of her words. You didn't want to get your hopes up.

"It's in the way he talks to you, and the way he looks at you. Maybe you don't notice it because you're too busy being as enthralled with him as he is with you."

That was the end of the conversation as Luke stepped in to ask you for wine. You poured it for him yourself and you could see out of the corner of your eye that his eyes were on you. And when the glass was full enough, Luke touched the hand resting on the table to let you know. And it stayed there for quite some time, gently and lovingly. You looked at it and Luke then hurriedly pushed it away, his face completely flushed. He avoided looking at you then, but when your eyes met, he could swear he saw something good in you, something that showed him that it felt good.

Things changed when the King left, the truce ended. And that's when Aemond stood up to put the violence back on the table. You could immediately feel the joy drain from Luke, expecting the worst, just as you did.

"Final tribute." And he fixed his gaze on Lucerys. "To the health of my nephews: Jace... Luke... and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise... hm... strong." Then you were ready to rise. "Come... let us drain our cups to these three... Strong boys.

"I dare you to say that again." You said without holding your breath. You walked up to him calmly.

"Why? 'Twas only a compliment." He looked at you then, with mockery in his voice. "Do you not think them Strong?"

Your fist went almost as fast as Burning Hoof that morning. And the screams came over you again, as Aemond soon pushed you to the ground. And Jace was quick to strike Aemond again, but Luke was heading for you when Aegon slammed him into the table. Then you realised you had made a mistake, for it was the very person you were trying to protect who ended up collaterally wounded. So you walked away as the guards pulled the Blacks away from the Greens.

Back in the privacy of your room, Luke lit a candle so he could see if the fall had bruised your side.

"I can't see anything," he reported.

"That's because there's nothing, are you okay?"

He didn't want to say anything, but only at the memory of that loud thud did your hands go to his face on their own. And carefully you ran your fingers along his jaw. And he let himself watch.

"I don't think you'll get anything...although it was a good blow."

"The roast chicken must have cushioned it," he joked, making you smile at last.

You let go, but Luke held your hand, keeping it in his. And no one spoke for a few seconds.

"I'm sorry I caused these...weird situations," you apologised, and Luke squeezed your hand affectionately.

"No, it's not your fault."

"But I have to be consistent with my honour. I didn't do the right thing, I was impulsive and I have to stick to the consequences."

"I do believe you did the right thing. Because we are friends, and friends defend and forgive each other. And you have defended me."

"Forgive?" You smiled at him, thinking it was a joke. "And what should I forgive you for, Luke?"

Luke shrugged, and you weren't fully aware when he brought his face close to yours, his nose brushing yours, and your eyes locking together. He kissed you sweetly and slowly and the world, for the third time that day, seemed to lose sound. The longed-for kiss felt like the most perfect thing in the world. You broke apart after ages.

"This for instance..." he whispered still close to your mouth.

"There is nothing, nothing, to forgive, Lucerys."

He kissed you again, and this time you could cling to him without fear, and it became a little dance around the room. And when your tiredness caught up with you, you lay in the same bed as the night before, only this time, Luke didn't wait for you to sleep before he stroked your hair.

"I never want you to leave. Please, my Lord Stark...don't ever leave."

"You know I don't need a white cloak to give you my loyalty and my protection."

"I know...I trust you. And that's why I like it when you're around. I like you."

"And I like being with you...because I like you. Ever since that first day on the beach."

He gave you one last kiss, and you let him rest on your chest. And that night you were the one who stayed up all night, your hand stroking Luke's curls, thinking about your luck and the things that will be better next to Luke. And you found something better than a dream when you looked down and saw him, resting with you.

#house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon #lucerys velaryon #elliot grihault #lucerys velaryon x reader #lucerys velaryon x you #prince lucerys #lucerys velaryon x male!reader #lucerys targaryen #lucerys velaryon fanfic

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smilesrobotlover · 2 months

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Hyrule Warriors?

Since I did the regulars Hyrule warriors I’ll talk about Age of Calamity :) hope you don’t mind!

Ok, so, I understand why this game is so hated. Nintendo practically lied to us, marketing this as a prequel, which yeah, was a sucky thing to do. I don’t like that either. But…

Idk this game is weirdly special to me dhsksbsksbk. I 100% the game, dlc and all, and when you’re able to look past the fact that they lied to you, this game is pretty good! The fighting when you’re playing the right character is far more satisfying than Hw, and it’s a lot easier for me to play each battle. It was fun to 100%! I like Terrako, I like what they did with Rhoam, and yeah I’ve started to like Astor just a little bit. He’s my scrunkley loser. The introduction of Sooga was super cool and Kogha’s character was just, incredible. Plus they picked the PERFECT voice actor for him.

It’s really annoying how much it doesn’t follow botw tho. Like it’s connected, but not canonically. If I recall correctly, link pulled the master sword when he was 12? So what’s he doing here? Also they just… really tried to force Link and Zelda into the same proximity :/ I didn’t connect much to their relationship in botw but this game REALLY forced it huh. It’s annoying and it’s also disappointing how they didn’t explore Link’s family? Or anything about Link? Like great we have more stuff about Zelda but like, what about Link? Also why does Terrako follow him around when he’s obsessed with Zelda lol?

I also wish that they did more with the champions. Like giving them actual character arcs. I felt like they had so many ideas but such little time to actually explore any of it. Especially revali, who has the potential to being an extremely complex character. I also wish they did more with Sooga. He and Byrne kinda suffer in the same way to me :( I’m glad he’s at least playable in the dlc, but still.

But, I did love young robbie and Purah. The two scientists are so sexy it’s not even funny. And of course Impa is such a beloved omg I love her so much <333 tho she feels mega sidelined at the end :(

Also uh…. Why isn’t Astor playable? Unless I’m missing something but I’m very disappointed that Astor, the main villain, is not playable in this game? Pls if he is playable tell me cuz I wanna play as the crusty man.

Ok sorry I’m jumping all over the place but I did like calamity Ganon, he looked super cool. And harbinger Ganon also looked super cool. Like dang they went all out! And watching everyone fight at the castle was super dope :)

Now, even tho the gameplay is more fun and satisfying than Hw, it’s only more fun when you have the right character. Some of the characters in this game are painful to play as. The fairies, daruk, and Yunobo are ones that I hated playing as. They’re so painfully slow and it’s not fun :/

Idk this game has many good things and many bad things. But I like it a lot! It’s a good one!

#asks

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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PRINCE!GOJO X KNIGHT!READER MY BELOVED i just thought about another thing and i need to get it out - i like to think out knights are connected ok. hear me out maybe my knight is just another version of yours - meaning if my knight had met satoru at a young age, they would've turned into your knight DOES THAT MAKE SENSE your knight is a bit more soft (still a warrior though!!!) while mine isn't as soft as they'd like to be and that's just because one grew up in a castle with the prince taking care of them and the other grew up having to fend for themselves they're all just sooooooooooooooo ahhhh i can't i keep thinking about your knight too like they all actually made a cozy little home in my head i love them so much

and i think your lovely "i think i was born to meet you." applies for my little prince and his little knight too:(((((((((((

- @softgirlgonehaywire

MICKEY I KNOW I SAY THIS EVERY DAY BUT WE RLLY ARE CONNECTED i was literally thinking abt this while answering that ask…. the differences between our knights…. AND UR SOSO RIGHT thats literally perfect. its canon to our lore now.

it makes sm sense too bc the reason why my knight!reader is so devoted to prince!gojo is bc he saved them!! and i think that also leads them to have a kind of hero complex where they want to return the favor, or save others the way he saved them… but to your knight satoru is just a silly little spoiled prince that theyve never met before, so why would they like him??

ok but now im just thinking abt our knights meeting each other…::: ur knight coming face to face w a version of them that isnt as hardened, that was saved and got to live a more peaceful life….. the envy and maybe contempt? or maybe just apathy. idk but i am THINKING

AND AND AND…….. ok but what if our princes met the other version of their knight 😵‍💫😵‍💫 HEAR ME OUT HEAR ME OUTTT

just…. ur prince!gojo meeting a knight!reader who is soso loyal and smitten w him (he would cry and explode i think)….. and my prince!gojo meeting a knight!reader who lost their smile (WHO HE FAILED TO SAVE oh i think that would just break him)…… my knight being so indulgent and ur satoru taking full advantage of it, ur knight getting hissy when my gojo acts overprotective…… HHHHH IM LOSING IT MICKEY CAN U FEEL IT……..

anyways in my head theyre one big found family who take care of each other <333 love & peace on planet earth etc etc. they were meant to meet each other one way or another!!!

#THE ARI/MICKEY KNIGHT&PRINCE MULTIVERSE GOES CRAZY #i also think its so funny how one side is just fluff bc sweet lil prince!gojo gets a knight who loves him back #while the other side is just gut-churning soul-shattering Angst LOL #but tbh i think ur prince would miss having a knight who will just beat the shit out of him #and my prince would literally throw up out of guilt if he learned abt the pain ur knight went thru LMAO (there are tears in my eyes.)#THE INTERACTIONS FLOODING MY BRAIN RN…. mickey u keep infecting me more and more pls stop i cant take it 💔💔#ok but im also soso curious to learn more abt ur little prince so i can dissect the differences between our gojos too…#my spontenous take was just that maybe my gojo is a lil more twisted..? cruel maybe? but i honestly dont know #i feel like theyre both soft and kind but also a little sick in the head #maybe ur gojo is a bit more spoiled or coddled……… less detached?? mickey im so interested in him u dont even know #i cant wait to learn more!!!#ask tag ✩

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heaartshaped · 10 months

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More of the howls moving castle au!! Little beloved as little howl pendragon <333

#lord golden’s moving castle #rote #realm of the elderlings #fitz and the fool #the fool #art #farseer trilogy #tawny man trilogy #fitz chivalry #beloved #howls moving castle

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rrat-king · 11 days

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7, 12, 18 for kristen or tracker??? 👀

7. Is there a piece of clothing you think [character] is particularly fond of/that you imagine them wearing a lot or like to draw them in?

it's not clothing so much as an accesory but for kristen i almost always draw/write her with dog tags and a septum ring. the dog tags are either from jawbone or tracker depending on fic but she always has dog tags on to me.

for tracker, she is always in some form of cargos for me, usually paired with an overfilled carabiner. she is a girl of many pockets.

12. What's the funniest or craziest AU idea you've ever come up with?

this is. fully bizarre and way too thought out but i had an idea for a like, real world no magic au around kristen where she's just a girl who survived like an insane cult and then just has to learn how to live life having grown up in a reclusive fundy group as the chosen one. she would be a barista and live in chicago with fig (who is still a rock star in this) and its like, the adventure of trying to be normal.

18. Type [charater]'s name and tell us what the autocomplete suggests as the next word

ok so i just let it do a full sentance through predictiva text and uh:

"kristen has been on a roll since she came in for a second year with a knee replacement." <- honestly no idea but could build a great sports au off of that

"tracker and a few more to come" <- no clue

ask game here!!

#thank you for the ask <3333 #castles beloved <333 #d20 #fantasy high #dimension 20 #kristen applebees #tracker o'shaughnessey #bird answers

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sunnysideaeggs · 9 months

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what do you imagine the relationship like between Daeron and Alicent, and the rest of his siblings? like how would you cast it/present it if you could, and what would be his intro to the show? xx

In my Daeron feels getting ready for S2 <3333

Daeron is a kind of mysterious type of guy for me, the undeniable hero of Team Green and surrounded by mystery in his life and death.

By all means he’s a good kid, his mom’s favorite and the golden child. Being the youngest he probably was closer to Alicent than most of his siblings, and was the one they protected the most. I can see him getting a strict Hightower education (faith of the seven, scholarly inclined, politics and diplomacy) and excelling at it. Otto secretly wishing he was the firstborn lol.

I can see him looking up to his big brothers. He trains hard to be like Aemond, and cut his hair short like Aegon. Maybe as a kid he was following around Aegon and laughing at his jokes, and wanted so bad for Aemond to teach him to fight <3333

He gives me young Jaime and Sansa vibes, liking the stories about knights and fairytales. Him listening to Hel and her prophecies <333 or them both making life at court. Him and Hel were the most beloved of the Targtowers, so maybe Alicent took them both to do charity or to pray together. PR king.

Ideally, I would have introduced him by the time Jacaerys was born. Instead of the Joffrey birth scene, we can have a Jace birth scene along with a Daeron one. It would’ve brought more Rhaenyra/Alicent parallels and given Alicent a much needed birth scene, which the writers didn’t gave her. It makes the timeline smoother, the time jumps smaller and gives more time to develop the factions and rift between A/R. Also it brings a Jace/Daeron parallel too, as they’re the only heros of the dance. They were supposed to have shared the cradle. It also makes noise about Vizzy having a child and a grandchild the same age. But alas, hotd writers can’t write.

In S2, I would introduce Daeron by Otto sending ravens to their allies around Westeros. They’re our ‘eyes’ in all this. We can get some sneak peeks of how the ideological side of the conflict affects lords around Westeros and even peasants. For example, would a lord be more willing to support Aegon because he has a married older sister whose children could lay claim to his castle? Or a heiress lady who fears her bastard older brother? We can give actual reasons for the greens having support instead of “SHE HAS A PWUSSY, SHE CANT RULE” narrative the writers were pushing on S1.

And then, we have Oldtown. The great high tower, the citadel, the city vibrant and lively. We get closer, and in the training yard there’s our boy. A happy teen, he’s training with a few knights and the master of arms mentions how just recently he started training with real steel (this is important, shows his youth and how he’s not yet ready for war). From above, Gwayne (I’m going to assume he’s at Oldtown, since there was no mention of him at court lol) and Ormund are talking about the future, how Daeron is doing good, how will they start ‘movements’, etc. Ormund is called by his maester (the raven by Otto) and Gwayne gets a lil uncle-nephew bonding moment where Dae shows all his charisma and endears the audience because he’s the best boy.

While they talk (idk about what, how he misses him mom and sibs?) they head somewhere to see the blue queen, Tessarion, in all her magnificence. She’s happily purring while some maesters take care of her (grand maester conspiracy!) and make some annotations about godknowswhat. Tess and Dae bonds and Gwayne stays behind saying ‘he doesn’t trust dragons’.

(Just as an annotation, if Gwayne was indeed at KL and they just forgot to invite him to the coronation in E9, Ormund watches Dae alone, the talk can be done between Ormund and Dae, and the maester with the letter can be an ending to the scene with Tessarion. I am a flexible queen.)

The rest of the episode continues, yadda yadda. Btw, this is the first episode, Vhagar-ate aftermath. War is now imminent and this episode centers in the game of thrones aspects of all of this. We can also add Nyra grieving, Daemon being slimy and Aemond getting the chancla. Aegon’s party is a must too. We can even get Alicent being worried about her son at Oldtown, wishing he was with her and she could protect him (</3). If you want to get REALLY bookish, get me an old and wrinkled Vaegon at the citadel, frowning and staying tf out of it. As an easter egg.

At the end of the episode, we go to Oldtown again and Ormund sent for Daeron in his office. He asks him about family, politics, etc (makes him smart and gives redundancy to why the greens are fighting for). Ormund then asks about Tessarion, and how she’s growing well, etc. How she could fight in battles, if the need arose. Dae understands the danger and shows his loyalty to his family. Then we get the news of Vizzy, Aegon, Luke, etc. Daeron finishes with ‘What happens next?’, having a frame of his face. The shot ends. We get a view of Oldtown at night, getting closer to the high tower. We watch the beacon light up green. The credits roll up.

#sunny answers ☀️🍳#daeron targaryen #daeron the daring #tessarion #alicent hightower #house hightower #hotd #gods i made it too long but that’s my version of E1S2 #just the Oldtown/Daeron storyline #anyways hope you liked it nonnie #🫶🏻💕

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aurathian · 10 months

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love me (and leave me to die)

chapter 2: forbidden | ao3

For @zelinkcommunity Zelink Week 2023, prompt: forbidden. Thanks again to my beloved @hyylia for being my beta, and shoutout to the @zelinkcommunity Discord for cheering me on :)

the AMAZING @flutefemme also drew some beautiful art of a scene from this chapter!!!! it perfectly captures the vibe of meeting in secret by candlelight <333 please send some love her way for her awesome art!!! thank u flute for drawing for my fic!!

Rating: T

Summary: Princess Zelda is cruelly aware of her destiny, prophesied since a time Long, Long Ago. Though she gives herself to it wholly so that the Future may be peaceful, her destined Hero Link will do anything to save her.

Disclaimer: This fic contains references to major TotK spoilers.

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Zelda is cruelly aware of her destiny.

It is painted on the walls around her, spoken by the tongues of those dear, revealed by the Goddess Hylia. It is engraved in her heart and struck into her soul every morning she wakes up to greet the new day, and it will be struck into her tomorrow and the day after until she has spent all her sunrises and sunsets. She knows that one day, the sun will rise, and she shall not see another. Not in a day, a year, a millennia–it will be an eternity until she can see that light again.

Princess Zelda of Hyrule knows her path. It has been laid out before her, crafted carefully for thousands and thousands and thousands of years, by those before her and those who will come after, by great powers beyond her understanding even as the woman closest to the Goddess. Each step she takes brings her closer to the end of her path so that another may be born anew.

She keeps to herself now. Long past are the days of running through the halls, playing in the gardens, and sneaking out to watch ChuChu experiments. Zelda elects to spend her time praying or studying ancient literature to better understand her role. Impa does not shy away from it now either.

“There is no other way,” her teacher bluntly says. “Sacrifice is the only path to holding back this evil. If you continue to live, the greater the evil will become, Princess Zelda.”

Impa is cold. She does not greet Zelda with friendly words anymore, not after her mother sent Purah away and gave Impa a fiery scolding. Her mother understands better than anyone the dark histories the Princess is now receiving, having been raised for the same purpose but lucky enough that the Calamity decided to skip her.

It leaves a bitter taste in her mouth. Why was she tasked with this? Was it selfish if she wanted to live?

Ever since the day she and her fateful partner delved into the depths of Hyrule Castle, hidden behind that horrible bookshelf, she knew the simple answer. Destiny is unforgiving.

If she could spit in the face of it, she would. But her mother had taught her better. Head high, eyes forward, shoulders back. Always carry yourself with poise.

“The people look to you. You are their hope,” Zelda was told.

“They don’t know that.”

“It’s better that way.”

Zelda had come to learn that keeping secrets was one of the Royal Family’s many talents. The people knew of the Long Ago and the Calamity, but they did not know that in the Now it was happening before their very eyes. Increased monster sightings, strange natural phenomena, Princess Zelda and her Hero Link being prophecies of doom. She shouldered this alone.

No. Not alone.

Even though, at night, Hyrule Castle is lonely. At night, it transforms into a quiet, empty husk. Not a whisper nor breeze echoes through its halls, illuminated only by the moon, and Zelda steps through it silently. She is acquainted with this vacant feeling. Though it seems that sounds are swallowed by the dark, sometimes she swears she can hear them–her, from all of her past lives, all of her screaming at her to run. To not succumb to what they did. But why would she, if this was the path that had been laid before her?

Zelda knows her role well. The little girl who had once yearned for normalcy is gone. In her place is Hyrule’s perfect, obedient, holy Zelda.

She slips into the library, a speck among the towering, shadowy shelves. Silently, she glides across the quiet room and sidles into the blocked-off portion of the library containing all the untranslated ancient texts where, seven years ago, her life had changed for the worse. Despite blocking off the section, the bookshelf hiding the secret passage is easily movable and budges with the slightest push.

After winding through Hyrule Castle’s seemingly endless halls, evading the night guard, and dodging the candlelight of maids hurrying to complete their final duties, she descends the stairs, down into the depths below where she had discovered her fate. She comes around the bend and she finally

“made it, huh?” a voice teases.

Link.

A weight lifts off her shoulders at the sight of him, dimly lit by the small candle sitting to his side. He’s handsome in the light, she thinks with a smile.

“I’m sorry,” she says, walking up to him. The carvings on the wall always give her pause, but there’s no better place in the castle for them to meet where they can just… be. In this little hovel within the depths of the castle, they are Zelda and Link, not Princess and Hero. In this little hovel, they are in love, and in this little hovel they hope.

“Romance is strictly forbidden,” her mother had once told her. “Each time the bond deepened to such an extent, the Hero did all he could to bring the Princess back. Each time, he brought the evil back with her.” Staring out the window, eyes stony, she concluded, “Death is final.”

Zelda looks past him, eyes falling on the carved wall. It is a horrid reminder of her destiny, a non-negotiable fact of life she has spent the past seven years reckoning with. It is a weight she carries alone.

No. Not alone.

“You can sit, you know.” He’s teasing her again.

“Right. Sorry.”

“You don’t have to always apologize.”

She sits across from him, knees touching, and for some time they are silent. In the depths below Hyrule Castle, where their fate is scrawled on bricks, the Hero and the Princess soak in each other’s company.

“Tomorrow’s your birthday,” Link says.

“It is,” she agrees.

“Will you celebrate?”

His hands find hers, coarse fingers brushing against worn-down knuckles, but his touch is as soft as the candlelight.

“As I usually do, with a small cake and a gift or two.” Zelda sighs and pulls back. “There is not much time for celebrating.”

“There’s always time,” Link groans. “You need to take some time for yourself, really. Even I celebrate my birthday.”

Sometimes, he just doesn’t get it. Perhaps he never will. Does he understand what it’s like to spend five hours in a cold spring, begging the Goddess to please oh please grant her the powers necessary to save the world? Has he ever spent all night learning the ancient languages to better understand the texts given to her by Impa, all telling her how to best sacrifice herself? Zelda inhales deeply, holding back the burning words in her throat.

“It’s not that simple,” she tells him. “With each passing day, the threat grows larger. I need to work harder if we want to ensure that this works.” The carvings loom in the flickering light, drawing her gaze. “On the birthday of the Princess of the Long Ago, the Calamity awakened. Do you think she celebrated?”

Her eyes move to find his through the grim light, blue and bright, and he is so tired. The bags under his eyes are large and dark, his lips pulled into a tired smile at their eye contact. His eyelids are droopy, fighting a constant sleep. His skin, normally tan from days spent training and fighting under the sun, has started to pale.

He understands.

Link takes her hand again, gently pressing it to his lips. She wishes her knuckles would stay there forever. Eternity is a long time, but she would not mind spending it with him.

“Zelda,” he says, “once this is all over, we should leave.”

The Princess is taken aback, letting his suggestion hang between them. The Hero continues anyway.

“We can go somewhere far, far away.” His tired eyes are dreamy, drifting from her face to focus on his own imagination. “Somewhere with rolling green hills, and a lake where we can fish.”

“You are much more hopeful than me,” she teases with a grin. “I don’t dare fantasize.” And even though she has convinced herself there is no point in imagining a future, she pictures it in her mind. The tension in her muscles starts to dissipate and she worries she’ll melt. A sparkling blue lake brimming with fish, surrounded by dense forests, in the middle of nowhere, where nobody can reach them…

“You should try it sometime. It’s good for you,” Link suggests, and although his expression is teasing, his words are sincere. So, Zelda tries.

“On warm days, we can swim in the lake,” she musters, entertaining the idea. “Then we can go home and enjoy some tea afterwards, before turning in for the night.” Imagining such a peaceful scene feels like a sin, but when his palm comes to rest on her face, cupping her cheek, all notions of divinity leave her mind. With a sigh, she relaxes into his hand.

“We can get married,” Link dares to say. “Just us, by that lake, with only the birds and the water as our witnesses.”

Her breath catches in her throat and she wants to say yes right then and there, but her holy senses return for just a moment and she blurts, “And the Goddess Hylia.”

“No.” The Hero, chosen by her, shakes his head. “By that lake, there are no goddesses or calamities. There is only us.”

Then surely this lake is fictional, Zelda thinks. For so long she has tied herself to the Goddess and her wishes that to even think of a world without her is blasphemous. But something about the idea is charming… alluring, even, something she desires deep within her. A land, green and lush with sparkling blue waters, untouched by divinity or holy, otherworldly ambitions, a land where the Hero and the Princess are no longer tied to destiny or fate or duty. A land where they are simply Link and Zelda, where they are in love and they hope.

“I would like that,” is all she whispers.

“We have children.” Link strokes her cheek with his thumb. “Two of them, and a pet. A cat, maybe. And we live on that lake and teach them what normal kids are taught and we play with them, raise cows and ponies.”

“They are carefree.”

“Yes, and we live there for the rest of our days.”

Tears are pricking her eyes and she angles her head so he can’t see through the fickle light. “And those kids grow up, have children, and they spend their days there until we become part of the Long Ago, too.”

“And they are not Princess or Hero. Simply our sons and daughters.”

A silence looms, floating in the dusty air between them, and Zelda cannot bring her teary eyes to meet his once again. Because she knows–she knows it's wishful thinking, and that such a thing will never come to pass. For this eternity and the next and the next and the next, there will always be a Hero and a Princess, doomed and destined to save the world. The Princess and the Hero, by blood and soul, bound by fate, were doomed to a life of calamities. In the Now, in the Long Ago, and in the Far Away Future, there would never be a lake void of calamities and goddesses.

“Not in this life, Link.”

“No.” He looks down. “Not in this life.”

“And not in the next, either, or the one after,” she proceeds. Her posture straightens in an effort to hide the shaking she feels in her hands and the quivering in her lips as tears threaten to fall. “Perhaps it is not meant to be.”

She curses herself as his thumb swipes away an escaped tear and he moves to pull her in close, his other hand finding her back and nudging her into him. He is warm and strong, arms firmly wrapped around her, head placed atop hers. He knows it cannot be, and still he fantasizes, bringing her into his head and allowing her to live peacefully if only for a few moments, even in the shadow of her fate.

Her regrets are amplified when she is in his arms, the guilt washing over like a strong wave. In his arms, she is reminded of the talks from her mother and Impa that if she were to be romantic with him, as so many Heroes and Princesses had been before, it would spell the world’s doom. And yet she can’t help it. From such a young age they have relied on each other, understood one another in a way no one else could. It’s only natural, Zelda knows, that sharing a fate so deeply intertwined through thousands and thousands of years would result in, perhaps, a small kiss that became much more over the years; a kiss that turned the Princess and the Hero from an obligatory pair to a couple utterly devoted to each other.

As duty-bound and destiny-aware as the Princess of Hyrule is, she cannot deny her heart.

Link murmurs something in her ear and it makes her heart flutter and sink into her chest all at the same time, so full of love but also brimming with despair.

“My Zelda,” he sighs.

Not in this life, she thinks.

“I am one of many,” she says. One of many, in the Now and the Long Ago, that have sacrificed themselves, given up their bodies and hearts and minds and souls just to protect the world, protect people they did not know but were told from birth they are sworn to defend. “But I am the only one that is yours.”

His other hand cups her face, then, and he leans in, his lips touching hers softly. It is blissful. Zelda sighs into it, resting her palms on his shoulders. But… the guilt bites at her flesh and the regret eats at her heart, and she breaks away.

“Do you think that maybe… we’ve made a mistake?” she asks.

Link tilts his head as he usually does when he’s confused.

“I must… sacrifice myself.” She knows this. They both know this. Repeating it doesn’t make it vanish, and neither does ignoring it. His hand still finds hers and his thumb still rubs it soothingly, like it does every time she makes the statement. “And once I do, you’ll be alone.”

He breathes like he’s about to say something, but stops, and instead withdraws from their embrace to look up at the carvings. “Zelda.”

She hums in response.

“Does it have to be this way?”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“I mean– isn’t there another way? I could save you and we could still end the Calamity–”

“No,” she cuts him off sharply. “You cannot. I must forfeit my being to seal the Calamity, and you will protect me while I do so. That is the only way.”

The Hero knows that romance is forbidden, too, but he assumes it is only because of royal policies and diplomacy and decorum and all the other political jargon he doesn’t quite understand. Impa has not taught him the consequences of love, and the Queen rarely speaks to him unless for formalities.

Her abrupt response shrinks him, his body leaning out of the light of the small candle. Through the dark, he asks, “Do you think we’ve made a mistake?”

And she spends the next few moments locked in her head. She has prayed countless times to Hylia not only for her powers to be unlocked, but for Link to please, Goddess-willing, obey the path that has been set before him, Hylia, to please guide him through his destiny so that he should not falter; so that he should not attempt to save her, so that the Calamity may be locked away for thousands of years once more. In her heart, she believes he won’t, that he loves her enough to let her die, loves her enough to fulfill the duty she has begged the Goddess to lead him through.

“No,” she says finally, “because I love you, and in my short life I believe I am allowed to do so.”

Link says nothing. He only places his hand on the back of her head and the other finds her face, pulling her into a deep kiss, moving his body to close the distance between them and she has never felt warmer–not curled up in a blanket, not before a fireplace, not on a hot summer day. It is here in the cold, dank depths, in the light of a burning candle, that she feels warm.

“I love you too,” he chuckles as he pulls away, hand still cupping the back of her head.

“Do you think that, in the Far Away Future, there will be a Princess and a Hero who survive to see a new tomorrow?” she ponders with a smile. She bristles with jealousy at the notion, but it also uplifts her spirit that such a hope may have some merit. “A Princess and a Hero who can be together, finally.”

“Yes.” His voice is soft, so warm and full in the low light of the candle, his cheeks and perfect smile illuminated just right. He takes her hand and presses it flat to his heart. “I know so.”

Princess Zelda allows herself to sink back into him, resting her head against his chest while he runs his fingers through her curls. If she could stay like this forever, she would, and she lets herself relish in the moment without a thought of a Calamity or a Goddess or the carvings that still cast a shadow upon them. For now, her Hero holds her tight against him, and they say nothing, because the silence says it all.

They don’t know how many moments pass in this silence, simply that the candle has begun to burn low. Zelda yawns softly and Link kisses the top of her head, his hold slacking ever so slightly.

“If you fall asleep here, you might get in trouble,” he murmurs.

“Is it such a crime for me to spend one night with you?”

“A warm bed is much more comfortable than stone.”

“You’re not convincing me.” She removes herself from his embrace anyways. Immediately a freeze comes over her, missing the feel of his skin on hers, but she has mastered self control and rises from her position on the floor.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” Link offers from below her.

“Of course.” Gripping her skirt in her fists, she begins to walk away. When she reaches the stairs, she casts a glance over her shoulder. “Goodnight, Link.”

“Goodnight, Zelda.”

Each stair that she climbs drags her further away from him and the dread begins to settle back into her heart, the weight back onto her shoulders. Where she had felt warm, goosebumps prickle on her skin in the chilly library, cold light cast through the windows by the moon. The shadows of the bookshelves are long and intense, watching her just like the carvings on the walls below. She glides through them and slips back out the big library doors, and it’s like she was never there. Her memory is a phantom in those halls.

Walking through the castle, the Princess comes to a pause at a window overlooking the vast Hyrule Field beyond Castle Town. Against the canvas of black night and dotted stars, the raging red of a fire burns in the distance. It is merely a speck in her gaze, but she can imagine the troops that gather around it to prepare for the battles to come. In the past few years, monster activity had drastically increased to the point that the cries of such beasts could be heard from Castle Town. At nighttime, the activity was known to die down, aside from the strange phenomenon of skeletal monsters, which ancient texts dubbed Stalmonsters. That fire, so many miles away, sustains the knights sent to battle them and, Goddess willing, return in the morning.

“Zelda?”

Her breath catches in her throat and her eyes widen in horror.

Slowly, she turns and replies, “Mother.”

The Queen is nowhere near as imposing at night, abandoning her extravagant jewels and gowns for a simple white nightgown with lace detailing. If Zelda had not been her daughter, she’d think her to be a simple maid.

“What are you doing in the halls at this time of night?” Her mother beckons her to follow with a swipe of her hand, and she has no choice but to follow.

“I could not sleep. I was going for a walk,” Zelda tells her.

“You should be sleeping.” Her mother turns a corner and Zelda realizes that they’re headed for their bedchambers, two luxurious rooms situated side-by-side. “Rest is important for a young royal, especially you.”

She wants to say that sleep is hard for her these days. That her dreams are haunted by Calamities and deaf Goddesses and burning moons, but most of all, in some of her dreams, she sees the vision of a Hero–her Hero–laying on the dirt, unmoving, unbreathing. She wants to say that staying awake is how she keeps herself safe from these nightmares.

But she doesn’t. Instead, she mutters, “You’re right,” and they enter the Queen’s bedchambers. “I’ll go to bed early tomorrow.” Her mother sits down at her vanity and begins to brush through her hair while making idle conversation. How was your day? What did you do? What’s on the agenda tomorrow? All questions the Queen has never bothered to ask before.

“Tomorrow, Link and I are going to celebrate my birthday.”

Gently, her mother sets the brush down on the nightstand, furrowing her brows at herself in the mirror.

“You and that knight–”

“Link.”

“You and… Link are awfully close, are you not?” her mother interrogates.

“We grew up together. It’s natural.”

The Queen sighs. “I know. I understand the feeling.” Zelda is almost shocked by her display of empathy. “But you must exercise self restraint. If you two were to become romantically involved, it could spell the end of not just Hyrule, but the world.”

Princess Zelda is tired of being told the same things over and over. She knows the world is relying on her. She knows only she possesses the power to hold back the Calamity. She knows love is bad. She doesn’t need it drilled into her every second of every day, much less from the woman inflicting such pressures upon her.

But she simply says, “Of course.” Her hand rests on the doorknob. “I think I will retire for the night. Rest is important, as you said. Goodnight.” She twists the knob in her hand and is fully prepared to shut the door without a response, but then:

“I love you, my dear Zelda,” her mother calls.

“I love you too,” her daughter replies, and closes the door with a soft click.

Link stays behind after Zelda leaves him, watching as she disappears around the winding stairs and up into the moonlit night. His heart twists into a knot, wishing she could stay for just a little while longer. Hylia, she doesn’t even have to be in his arms, just let her be with him. But… he knows she can’t. Even as devoted as they are to each other, Zelda’s sense of duty triumphs their bond.

His eyes and mind wander to the carvings, flashing and flickering in the candlelight. She’s there in one and gone in the next, just like that. Is that how it happens? he wonders. So suddenly, without even a goodbye.

And why is that fair? His anger has bubbled for so many years, ever since that night they uncovered the depths and learned the truth, but for her sake, had bottled it up and tucked it away where it would never be opened. And now, looking at these carvings, he can’t help but feel that anger again, that same frustration he’d felt when Impa had finally taught them in that wretched classroom just exactly what they were meant to do.

He repeats her name in his head, over and over, like a prayer. Zelda, Zelda, Zelda, like saying it will keep her alive and save her from her own fate–their own fate, because when she is gone, what is he to do? What is his purpose, then? He thinks he would disappear in his own way, and find her in some other life.

Dragging his gaze across the carvings, he lands on the pile of debris off to the side blocking the rest of the wall. He’s wondered about it for ages: what could possibly be under there, what more horrifying secrets are being locked away? Zelda has always stopped him whenever he’s tried to move the rocks, saying that perhaps if they knew more, it would make them feel worse. How is that possible when he’s felt so empty for so long, fulfilled only by her presence? So, he stands up and moves to the stones.

Link shoves the rocks off of each other, one by one, lifting some and rolling others down the pile of debris. Slowly, the pictures behind start to reveal themselves, piecing their stories together stone by stone, and finally he’s moved the pile and the Hero is standing awestruck.

There he is, his stone-carved form, wielding the Master Sword against the great swirling cloud with the speck of light in the middle. And in the next, that cloud is gone, and only they remain.

The Princess and the Hero, hands interlocked, looking forward to a new tomorrow.

Yes, Link, the Hero wielding the sword that seals the darkness, understands well his destiny–and he will do everything to defy it.

#zelink week 2023 #zelink week #zelink #zelda #link #totk #botw #impa #purah #forbidden #my writing #collab #flutefemme

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nerdyenby · 11 months

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Red time :D I’m watching Grian

Grian sounds so distressed is he okay????

Ah he’s sick, who isn’t though

The rabid rabbits 😂😂😂

Grian ready and willing to slam his head into any and every wall he sees

They were gonna instantly jump into the void in skybattle 😂

“No one expected me to be on time but they were still disappointed when I wasn’t”

Pete calling everyone voting for buildmart cowards, as he should

Buildmart

Manager Grian my beloved!!!!

Their comms are beautiful

I was on the edge of my seat the entire team, no notes lol

“Alright, what do we wanna win next?” I love the energy, king <333

Bingo

How have I not seen H’s chat message before 😂😂😂

The way they know what chiseled sandstone is and how to craft it :))

These guys know minecraft and it makes my heart so happy

YOU CAN KILL THE SHEEP GRIAN 😭😭😭

The way he freaking murdered a cat without hesitation but forgot he can kill a sheep

IT WAS A JELLIE NOOOOOOOO oh Grian is dead

“We’re doing exactly what I said we’re gonna do, which is win” “we’re looking kinda hot right now” RABID RABBIT SUPREMACY!!!!

Gem’s little “I made a house” 😂

“Alright, who’s the weak link?” “Me, I’m the weak link, we know that. Is anyone surprised by this?” “Cleo, get it together please, get it together” “This is me with it together, Gem, you know that!!” This team is my favorite actually

“Don’t forget to donate chat :D” “or else >:(“ “and if you do forget, just remember” THEM

Gem and Cleo my beloveds

Grian crashing and Gem’s “Oh I thought that would be me today, I’m glad it’s you” 😂

TGTTOSAWAF

“How hard do we want to win this?” “Like, super hard” so true Cleo

“Oh no, I haven’t practiced terra swoop force. Joke’s on you, I don’t need to” GRIAN 😂

They popped off!!

“This is supposed to be a fun game” real

Cleo’s reaction to Grian saying it’s Takashi’s castle is so /pos

“You’re doing great!! I mean, you’re doing bad!!” Gem my beloved

The way Grian described everyone grappling onto Phil’s face is killing me

Grian’s sole strategy for this event is overwhelming positivity AS HE SHOULD

“You got this, Grian. Just murder anyone who comes your way and you’ll be fine!!” so true Cleo!!!

Pete and Grian’s banter is everything

Parkour Tag

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to go first” “oh” “I’m not gonna stop you”

This team is so great, they all are just so comfortable with each other but haven’t competed together so they’re just oscillating between merely vibing and absolutely bullying each other

GRIAN’S SOUNDS 😂😂😂

Cleo asking Gem if she’s supposed to be nice or mean to Grian and Pete volunteering to be ridiculed lmao

Grian’s killing it as a hunter!!!!

Pete crafting a master conspiracy to get Grian a fifth hunt lmao

Everyone getting to hunt at least once <333

GRIAN TOP 5?!???!!!

Grian talking about how Scar is going to hate him and then how bad Scar did his first event and then saying “He’s probably watching, hi Scar, hey buddy~”

Grian talking about how much this event reminds him of Techno <333

Ace Race

Grian is so unhinged right now, good for him

“There’s just the gay stuff, it’s fine” CLEO 😂

Only just realizing this is my first time watching this ace race because all the povs I’ve watched so far got muted

“I think I’ve just been lapped” “it’s probably Pete” “Uhhhhh….” 😂😂😂

Cleo telling Pete “You’ve done really good, precious, I’m proud of you” god, am I really deprived enough of affection to get emotional over this? The answer is yes

Grian telling Pete to go jogging to this soundtrack irl 😂

TEN SECONDS ON 2ND?!???

Annnnnnnddd they jinxed it lol

I LOVE confident Grian

“I just don’t want battle box to be last” uh oh…

Sands of Time

I feel like I haven’t seen anyone shoot creeepers in sands before lol

Cleo’s doing great for a first time sandkeeper

WHAT IS GRIAN DOING?!???? 😭😭😭

“I got a tomato with your name on it” pizzacrustduo my beloved

“Honestly I respect the ambition, but I’m gonna have to respect it from the bottom of the freaking leaderboard” Pete 😭😭😭

Meltdown

Grian popping off!!!

Ah no, they’re going through it

“See the thing is: Gem is so good at pvp… on hermitcraft” everyone losing it 😂😂😂

Battle Box

“You did beat Etho multiple times in pvp” “You say that like it’s hard” CLEO 😭

“I’ll do the tnt” it is not possible to describe Grian’s voice right there

“Alright, here’s how we can get 8/9” thank you Pete 😂

Cleo’s reaction to seeing Aimsey is killing me /pos

Pete running around like “WHERE WHERE WHERE” and Gem having already killed everyone my beloved

Everyone cheering on Pete <333

“That’s our ally!!” “Oh my god, I am- I am an ally” LOSING MY MIND /POS

Grian and Gem holding hands on the leaderboard :))

Pete being so happy for Dave <33

Dodgebolt

Everyone hyping up Cleo before they realized she was in 30th rather than 40th, they popped off for their first event!!!

The affectionate bullying in this call is everything to me

“We play Minecraft every single day, I’m not sure everyone does” “We might be nerds” “We might- we might be dorks” “You know we’re dorks, but we’re dorks who know how to play Minecraft” MY STREAMERS!!!

“But what if there was a better dodgebolt?” 10/10 foreshadowing Pete, thank you :)))

“I need a motivational speech” “Pete, you’re the most gorgeous unicorn I’ve ever seen” pizzacrust my beloved 😂

#mc championship #mcc p23 #grian #geminitay #zombiecleo #petezahhutt #nerdy’s mcc reactions

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chubsthehamster · 6 months

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20 questions for fic writers!

tagged by my loves @storybookprincess and @clood! ty for the tag friends!! <333

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

40!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

310,790

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A slapdash of whatever I'm most interested in atm! I kinda consider hxh fandom my home base, but I also have a number of Sandman, HQ, and Natsume Yuujinchou fics.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

gonna take a leaf out of both liv and claudia's books and skip this one! instead, here are my top 5 personal faves instead of kudos :D these are my most recent favorites haha:

streetlights in the dark blue: gomens, ineffable husbands, 6.9k. my s2 vent fic! about healing and giving crowley a loving community, dammit.

circus freak: hxh, hisoillu, 1.8k. murder husbands! proposals! it's all here folks.

blue roses: yuri on ice, gen, yakov & victor, 2.6k. all my love for victor nikiforov through the eyes of his grumpy coach.

a city of love scenario: hxh, killugon, 5k. I had SO much fun writing this one! set during the greed island arc my beloved. hisoka is there.

Let the River Rush In: hxh, leopika, 18k. my submission for the 2023 hxhbb this year! reunions, pining, you name it. also art museums!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

yes!! sometimes it takes me a second, but I do respond to nearly every comment (unless it's spam).

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

definitely dusk, a sandman dreamling fic! MCD isn't usually my thing, but I really wanted to explore that in this fic.

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

oooh hmm. "happy ending" is super vague to me ngl, but for most traditionally "and they lived happily ever after," I'll go with my soukoku royalty AU, thy kingdom come.

8. Do you get hate on fic?

oooh I've never gotten explicit hate! I've gotten unsolicited concrit and some more bizarre comments that I've ignored before though haha.

9. Do you write smut?

nope! I've written some more suggestive scenes in some of my fics (Let the River Rush In and circus freak, for example), but for the time being at least I'm not really interested in writing it.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Yes! The Promise of the World, which is a natsuyuu/howl's moving castle crossover, and Letters from Heaven, which is a HQ/Violet Evergarden crossover. Crossovers to me are really fun thought exercises; I like to see how certain events or characters can be interpreted in another canon.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that I'm aware of!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've gotten a request to have one translated, but now that I think about it I never got a link to it! so who knoooows haha

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I can't believe I'm saying this, but no! I think I'd like to one day--it seems really fun :D

14. What’s your all-time favourite ship?

a cruel question! i can't choose one. well, a bit of a lie given by pfp haha, so I'll just say killugon ahdkdjf

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but probably won’t?

oooh, i have a kawoshin fic that lives rent free in my drafts and in my mind. i started it maybe 7 years ago? it is, in theory, a semi-canon compliant multiverse fic that combines manga, anime, and reboot movies canon, all centered around kaworu my beloved and his relationship with shinji. maybe one day I'll pick it up again! (I still need to see the last movie...)

16. What are your writing strengths?

ooh! hmm, I'd probably say interiority? love me some good introspection. a lot of my more recent fics especially are just excuses to dive into my faves' heads while something else happens in the background

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

PLOT lmao. most of my plot-heavy fics are crossovers bc they're based on events that are already lined out for me! which gives me more room to explore how my charas act and interact in an established story. surprise, even my plottier fics are really just character studies in disguise >:3 still, I would like to improve on this one day! just need to think of,,,an idea ajsldkfj

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

I've never done it before, but like with any kind of writing tool, I think it works if you do it right. no bella, where have you been, loca? pfffft

19. First fandom you wrote for?

the first fandom I've ever posted/written for was Free! Iwatobi Swim Club! what a time ahhhsjdflks

20. Favourite fic you’ve written?

my favorite fic is almost always the latest thing I've posted LOL, so rn it's streetlights in the dark blue! lovelovelove anthony j. crowley with all my heart <333

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