fandom: house of the dragon.
rating: explicit. (for later.)
relationships: aegon x oc.
length: 13,738.
chapters available: 4.
Neither the pale golden scars that split through the dragon’s deep bronze scales nor the ragged tears that dappled her wings made her any less imposing. She had been built for war. When she curled her massive foot into the dirt, the sunlight caught her talons and showed that she remained armed for more of the same, no matter her age.
Her breath was fire. Her breath could melt armor as easily as flesh. Her breath was a screaming bronze death.
She could reduce the Bounty to piles of melted stone and ash in an afternoon.
Alyse didn’t realize how hard her heart was hammering in her chest until she heard a voice near her ear.
“Terrifying, right?” Aegon said as he stepped up beside her, his mouth twisted into a curl of a smile. “Isn’t your sigil a burnt tree? I would keep my distance from her, if I were you.”
The rush of blood in her ears had nearly drowned out the sound of his voice.
“I am fine,” Alyse said, though she did not quite feel it. She took up handfuls of her skirts and followed him down the hill to the wild field that housed their dragons. “What do I have left to fear from fire if I am already a burnt thing?”
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I don’t have to strength to ever try to do it, but I’m so deeply curious what in gods name the epilogue party would look like if everyone gets their bad ending
Obviously Lae’zel isn’t there (rip to my girl) but like Ascended Astarion, God Gale, Dark justicier Shadowheart, Blade of Avernus Wyll (you can’t save the grand duke), Mindflayer Karlach, and then just…Halsin I guess if the only good deed you’d committed was curing the shadow curse LMAOOOO. I just know the vibes would be fucking RANCID. If I were TAV in that timeline i would’ve fucking killed myself 😭
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Him and Knives do Octodad multi-player (+ Legato and Wolfwood cuz u need 4 for that) and shit collapses REAL QUICK. First Gato and Woof, then the siblings.
Okay Vash and Knives? Natural team-up, they've spent alot of their childhood together so they know how to team up as twins BUT WOLFWOOD AND LEGATO??
Those mfs got no clue in the world on simultaneously moving the poor octopus's legs fORWARD stEP BY STEP.
"JUST MOVE IT!"
"I AM MOVING IT!" "NO YOU'RE NOT!!"
Vash was watches in bliss as friends bond meanwhile Knives is aboutta rip the controllers out their hands bc they haven't moved from the same place in the past 10 minutes.
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Hiiiii to all my new friends.
Apologies, because I've been virtually silent (compared), so I'm sure y'all are not feeling this blog right now.
Some of you I already know from other places (hi!) and some of you are new to me (also, hello!) but here's the deal:
I LOVE ALL OF YOU 🥰
Thanks for hanging out. I promise I'm more fun than I have been the past few weeks.
Also, I don't bite. Unless you want me to, and you ask very nicely. Say hi! I love talking. You'll never get me to shut up!
Welcome! 😍
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Chief's Eshra: Draxum was right.
Try to break my muse in five words or less.
Chief can handle a lot. He's been handling a lot for sixteen long years. He's been experimented on, isolated, beaten, kicked, stabbed, slashed, bitten, shot at, hung. He's seen death and torture. He's drawn blood, he's taken lives. He can handle it.
But those three little words...
Those three little traitorous words...
His first reaction was horror. It was pain. It was heartbreak. How--? Why..? After everything-... Just like that? Eshra is so easily able to side with the man who stole Chief's childhood from him, who stripped him of his name and treated him as if he were some lab rat- ...Because a group of humans made a move against yokai-kind?
He understands being upset. He understands being angry. What the EPF is doing.... It's wrong. Chief sees that. He's upset too. He's scared too. He fears for Eshra's life, even after this. He fears for his own. He fears for the innocents.
But he doesn't understand how Eshra could so easily say that man was right. How so easily someone Chief thought he could trust- someone he did trust with his life- could turn on him like that. Could say that the man who ruined his life... Was right.
Those words hurt worse than any weapon that ever drew his blood.
The slider's second reaction was anger. Closing off. How dare he-
"Get out of my sight." His voice is cold. Bitter. Hurt. And at first Chief is low energy, mostly collected, quiet. His usual cold rage. But then his anger bubbled over, a fleck of gold shining in his pupils as his anger shifts from cold to burning. From quiet to loud.
Lips draw back to bare his teeth, brows furrow in anger, red hot rage burning in his eyes and clear in his body language. "You fucking--" Chief starts, visibly shaking, tears in his eyes despite trying his damndest to keep them at bay.
"-Traitor!" The slider barks, voice rough with grief and heartbreak and rage. "I trusted you! --Loved you!" It was true. So painfully true. Chief never thought he'd have a partner, never thought he'd have a family- not after being mutated. Stuck between worlds; too human for the Hidden City and too non-human for the human world. But there was Eshra. Accepted Chief despite being trapped between two worlds. He had loved Eshra. Cared so deeply for him. Would have laid down his life to protect him from harm.
"It's wrong what they're doing. So- so wrong. I'm scared- terrified. War and death are both knocking on our door. But you--" A sharp inhale, Chief's form shakes. He wants to look away, wants to hide, wants to leave, but can't bring himself to. Not at the moment. "To use this-- to use what is going on to justify my kidnapping. My torture..." Not just Chief's; he knew there were others. There had to be others. Chief couldn't have been the only human that Draxum kidnapped and experimented on.
Tears fell freely now, trailing down his cheeks. Chief rarely cried, and yet here he was. "To say that the Baron was right- in what he did to me... To other innocents like me..." The slider's voice grew quieter and quieter, his rage giving way to the initial pain. He shook his head, finally looking away, turning to walk away. Nothing Eshra could say or do, no matter how much he apologized, saying Draxum was right was something that can never be fixed.
They couldn't recover from this.
"We're done." He's quiet again, low energy, anger once again gone like the start. His hurt, his pain, the heartbreak he felt was all apparent. Chief turns and walks. And he doesn't look back.
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