Into The Naerys-Verse
The Red Falcon
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HotD! Naerys
What the tin says, underneath the meda & achilles in elysium tag or hotd! naerys. Naerys has 5 insane children, and somehow she and Alicent get along way better than either of them thought.
Early Death AU
Viserys and Daemon die when Rhaenyra turns 8 and Otto and Aemma become regents with Naerys becoming Master of Laws
Ormund Naerys AU
Ormund and Naerys end up marry, have three cool kids and then Ormund dies, leading Naerys to get remarried to a divorced Daemon while her kids wreak havoc.
Daella Lives!!!
Daella lives, Naerys gets married to Daemon, they have 5 insane children, she and Alicent are petty, petty people and Daella enjoys being a grandmother.
Naerys Daughter of Rhaena AU
Naerys is the younger daughter of Aegon and Rhaena, kept captive by Maegor and Tyanna until she, her older twin siblings, and Rhaena flee the Red Keep. She later marries Boremund Baratheon.
Naerys Daughter of Daeron AU
Naerys, twin to Aerys Targaryen I and daughter of Myriah and Daeron, dances through the time before and after the First Blackfyre Rebellion and the reign of Aegon the Unworthy.
Daena//Aerys AU
Fem! Daemon is in love with Male! Naerys who is going to marry Rhea, and they all end up in a very complicated and unfriendly triad while raising their combined 7 children.
[To Be Expanded]
Names of Children
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…in lessons of demonology, Sir Merlin spoke of the arid east in a fascinating tale…Sir Merlin went and dug a pit lower down the hill [from Erānšahr] and let the water flow into it and stopped [the hollow] with the fleeces of wool, and he then dug a pit higher up and poured the wine into it and then filled up the pits. He then went and sat on a tree and waited for Ashmedai, the demon of sandstorm, who was rumored to have eaten Solomon whole… Ashmedai came then opened the pit and found it full of wine. Growing thirsty, the demon could not resist, and he drank till he became drunk, and fell asleep. Merlin then came down and threw a magickal chain over him and fastened it. When he awoke he began to struggle, whereupon Merlin said, The Name of thy Master is upon thee, the Name of thy Master is upon thee, I am your master until Solomon’s Ring is given. For 200 sunrises and sunsets, Ashmedai and Sir Merlin struggled, Ashmedai dragging Merlin by the chain through all the deserts of the land…but on the 201st morning, Ashmedai relented and spat up the ring. Merlin split Ashmedai in four pieces, burying him in the four corners of the earth, to never rise again…
- From the journals of Balthazar Blake
Excerpts from Balthazar Blake’s personal journal found amongst notes on runes and signets.
In no particular order:
April 17th
Nathaniel is back. I am certain it's not really him.
Nathaniel's speciality was always transmutation. Sir Merlin used to particularly praise the way he would change his teacups into owls and shift his scrolls into ferrets. Nathaniel always had his handcrafted yew wand, crisp navy robes, and a way that made Nimue sneak small smiles at him during our lessons.
This Nathaniel is back. He found us at the tavern and when he did he changed his water to wine with a flourish of that yew. His night-blue robes looked pristine. Nimue snuck him a small smile as the rest of the apprentices gathered around.
I don’t understand it.
This Nathaniel has the same voice. The same face. Even the same confidence that seemed to eclipse the entirety of me. Yet am certain the real Nathaniel is gone. I know for certain that I left him for dead last week.
April 9th
We’re all meeting tomorrow to compare our notes on Ser Merlin’s items. I will be reporting on the Seal of Solomon. Nimue is leading the charge.
I suppose we’re helping.
Three weeks since Sir Merlin left and I still feel dizzy by the sudden disappearance of him. I do not know if this means we are our own sorcerers now. Have we reached the end of our lessons? Is that all there is? I cannot imagine I’m the only one who feels lost without him. But sometimes it feels that way.
In these moments of unclarity, I think about the things that I am good at, the little magic I am certain in. I hold that close to my heart.
February 21st
‘You've got a knack for demonology, don't you, Balthazar?’ Nimue said to me today. We don’t talk often, though I wish we did. I'm glad she said it, because it means she noticed.
I know I’ve got a knack for it. I’ve believed it ever since Sir Merlin said it. He said that demonology was my strongest suit. I often think about that one lesson we spent out by the lake and he told me about that hungry beast Ashmedai.
What a story. It was just me and him and that tale of magic.
April 10th
I offered to explore the cave. I’m certain that’s where the Seal of Solomon is, in the mouth of that hungry demon.
Everyone laughed. They didn’t think me very capable of exploring a cave. Much less facing a possible demon.
Nathaniel spoke up then, saying that we’d do it together. The other apprentices turned to him. Nimue smiled at him.
That was all it took.
They’ve given Nathaniel their tidings of good luck. I suppose I am following him into Enchantra.
April 13th
He’s gone
I do not know how to begin.
Nathaniel is
There was no moon
I don’t know.
Enchantra is alive, always. It cause me unease, always.
The branches of the trees look like outstretched fingers. The rush of the river chills me.
Nathaniel was fearless. Even when he had to fell a small tree so that we could cross a ditch, he didn’t bat an eye. He scraped his hands, he ripped his coat. ‘Just a scratch!’ He said. ‘Nothing some needle and thread can’t mend.’
We started early. We reached the cave mid-day.
When we did, I heard it first.
A deep growl.
I hid.
Nathaniel went closer.
I closed my eyes.
That’s when he said it. A wolf! I heard him say that it was ‘only a wolf!’ from behind my station at the tall oak tree.
A wolf.
Certainly whatever was making the sound from within that dark hole had teeth. Nathaniel - fearless Nathaniel - said he was going to slay it.
He went into the hole of the cave and he didn’t come out.
The growling grew and grew till it drowned out any sounds of the forest. It grew and grew till it stopped.
I waited. Shadows grew longer than their trees. He didn’t come out.
It was dark then. I couldn’t go after him. I couldn't’ see. I couldn’t -
So I ran.
I left Nathaniel behind to be consumed.
I’m back now. Holed up in my room. I haven’t told the others anything. I don’t know what to say. What can I say? All my notes, nothing more than dead ends? Nathaniel, gone?
What do I tell them?
What can I tell them?
Demonology is supposed to be my strong suit.
April 14th
I stole my mother’s ring. Cast a simple spell on it.
The other’s asked what happened. Did we succeed? They wanted to know about the seal. They wanted to know what was in that cave. They wanted to know where Nathaniel was.
I told them I found the demon. I told them that the cost was Nathaniel. He didn’t make it but that I avenged him by sending the demon that murdered him back to its circle of hell.
Demonology was my strong suit after all.
I showed them the ring. It’s the Seal of Solomon, I said.
They thanked me. Nimue cried. It’s my shoulder she leaned on. I can not remember the last time she was this close to me. And for once
April 14th
I can’t sleep. I can’t sleep. I can’t
I try to write in you and I just - can’t
April 17th
Nathaniel is back. I am certain it's not really him.
They’re all so happy to have him back. I cannot stand the looks on their faces.
This Nathaniel changed his water to wine. His midnight robes, once torn by that small tree he felled, was now completely intact. His wand, perfect.
He said that i did it, that I sent Ashmedai back to hell. That the demon had nearly gotten him, that he was trapped in that cave. That I saved him and if it weren’t for me - he’d be dead.
He said nothing of the wolf. He said nothing of my running.
I know that is not Nathaniel.
April 20th
I still cannot sleep.
I don’t think this Nathaniel sleeps either.
April 21st
I have to go.
I have to see what’s in that cave.
Whether it’s the body of Nathaniel, the body of that wolf, or something else.
**Author’s Note: This is for my BDRPtask for this month. It started off as me wanting to write something about Nimue, and then it morphed into something about Ashmedai (because Pain was about to explore his cave)…. And then it just became that old fairy tale of two brothers and jealousy using the skin of Balthazar Blake. Going for that story felt right considering the themes of brothers I’ve got going on for Pain / Panic and Peter / Percy. As per usual, I’m super unsatisfied with this and will probably change or update it as I go along.
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do you want to see the small piece of writing i made for a scrapped orv x pjo au? who am i kidding of course you do!
The first way to be immortal is to become remembered. The second way is by harming others.
And you’ll do both because there’s no other way to survive in this world than by these two means.
There is no Camp Half-Blood, there are no demigods. Instead of an Olympus clinging onto the Empire State Building, there is a Star Stream, Constellations, and the bitter understanding that it is death you must unleash if you want to survive.
(This is how you kill someone, Byung. Grab the knife, right here, through the head. Don’t cry, someone might hear us. We’ll find Matthew later.)
Your name is Annabeth Chase, and by all the stars in the damn sky you’re going to rip them apart.
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