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xknivesandpensx · 8 months

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Like Pieces of a Puzzle

Chapter 10

Summary: What if Harry wasn't the only extra student called upon to participate in the Triwizard Tournament? Far from the most popular candidate, Draco not only has to take on the trials but also deal with his unexpected feelings for Hermione. Will he be able to face the challenges as well as follow his heart? Chapter length will vary. I'll be referencing both the books and movie versions. Some things from what I've previously written will be mentioned, all of which you can find here. And for those who asked to be tagged: @dayane245love

Hermione’s eyes left Harry and flew towards Draco. Confusion washed over the faces of most professors while students held a mix of emotions. Many complained, others whispered about how the two managed to get selected.

She sat frozen in place, watching them disappear from view, heart hammering rapidly against her chest. The gravity of the situation rendered her silent amongst the protests ringing in her ears. Surely, the Ministry would do something.

Dumbledore, after having a few hushed words between McGonagall and Snape, turned to face the room. “It seems,” he began, voice raised high enough to bring all bouts of discussion to a close. “The Goblet has chosen two more students than anticipated. An interesting turnout no less. I’d like you all to head back to your common rooms, prefects if you will escort them. We will get things sorted immediately. Until then, might I suggest enjoying the rest of your evening.”

Despite her worries, Hermione grabbed hold of her book and kept her head down. Her thoughts began racing, trying to form a scenario of which she just witnessed. Nothing she read about the past tournaments ever faced such a strange phenomenon.

A bad feeling continued to climb up her spine. Harry and Draco. Why them? Obviously, the possibility of someone being out to get Harry existed. Every year danger attached itself to him. Yet who’d here plan for him to participate?

As for Draco, the mystery puzzled her. Sure, he made a few enemies due to his consistent bullying and presumably those who resented his family were out there, but to hold a level of animosity so high as to put him in a position where he’d probably get hurt or worse?

None of it made any sense.

The memory of talking to Draco after his detention entered her mind. Moody, no matter his evident aversion towards him, he’d doubtfully be responsible. And while Dumbledore trusted him, she felt an insistent tug, urging her to look more closely at the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher.

“So, how do you think he did it?” George asked, breaking her train of thought. “A brilliant defeat. I’m both proud and a bit betrayed. We talked about trying to get in for ages.”

Fred shook his head disapprovingly. “Really leaves a mark. I wished he shared with us. He must have told you, Ron? Care to tell us his secret method?”

“No, not a word. I’m as surprised as you,” he mumbled in return, looking rather disgruntled.

Hermione glanced between the three. “You can’t honestly believe they put their names in. Did you not see their faces? They were caught off guard. Both of them.”

Harry barely got himself to move. And she saw, regardless of the distance, the way Draco’s expression dropped from complaint to disbelief. Besides, she knew neither thought themselves above the stipulations placed. Even Draco wouldn’t go so far for a bit of fun, knowing the results were absolute.

“I agree on one. Malfoy’s all talk. Too cowardly to enter. Maybe Harry through him in for a good laugh,” George stated, shrugging his shoulders. “Anything’s possible.”

“Remember when he came running into our compartment when the Dementors showed up on the train? Scared witless, he was.” Fred added, his steps slowing as they started to slowly file out the doors.

Ron ducked past another Gryffindor, thoughts fixated on his friend. “How else could Harry be chosen? Probably lied about wanting to be a part of it.” Hermione’s reproachful look only got him agitated. “If you’re so smart, why not tell us how it happened then.”

“Well, if you think about it,” she began, attempting a logical explanation. “For the Goblet itself, I’d guess the use of a Confundus Charm. Of course, you’d need to be greatly skilled, otherwise the spell won’t do you any good. Admittedly, neither Draco or Harry should be able to pull it off. Hence my belief of the fault falling on someone else. If done correctly, it acted as though five schools entered the competition. It makes sense to write another down, therefore you’d have to be chosen because you’re the only contestant available.”

It seemed rather apparent. Other reasons persisted, yet none added up quite as nicely. How hardly mattered in the grand scheme of things.

Fred took on a thoughtful air, brushing his chin in a wistful manner. “Looks like you’ve got it all worked out. Maybe we misjudged you, Hermione. With thinking along those lines, he must’ve asked for your help. Clever. Here we wasted hours on an Aging Potion.”

“A shame, really.” George started heading to the left once they entered the corridor. “Come on, Fred, let’s go see what we can get from the kitchens. There’s reason to celebrate. A Gryffindor in the tournament is no small feat.”

They rushed off so quickly Hermione had no time to reproach them. Her gaze fell on Ron. He appeared rather tense and overly bothered. His jealousy regarding Harry stood as no secret. It never needed to be said. Her frustrations over the whole ordeal, however, caused her to disregard them and fall into complaint.

She let out a heavy breath. “The whole thing it completely ridiculous. Harry would never do something so reckless. A lot of people are going to think he entered on his own accord. I mean, anything can happen to them. The challenges are brutal.”

“Don’t tell me you care about what happens to Malfoy?” He furrowed his brows, not waiting for an answer. “And anyway, I’m not stupid. Of course, he entered. Harry can’t help himself.”

Skepticism colored her features. “So, I suppose he snuck off without telling either of us and tossed his name in? That’s complete rubbish and you know it.”

“Whose side are you on anyway?” Ron defensibly asked, coming to a halt in the middle of the staircase. His fingers found the railing after it shifted.

“Why does there need to be any sides?” Hermione hurried after him, stopping a step below. “You really are being stupid if you think, after everything, he’d willingly go out of his way to get attention. He doesn’t want it.” His scar caused too much already.

“It’s either him or me, Hermione.” He narrowed his gaze only to be met by a quiet regard, blind to the conflict she faced in having to choose, despite her firm belief. “Fine, figured as much anyway.”

Hermione lost Ron in the cluster of classmates due to him rushing ahead. When she made it through the portrait, she saw him head up to his room. Hermione thought about going up to the dorm, nevertheless felt too irritated to get into a heated argument and decided to situate herself elsewhere until Harry returned.

Harry would, lacking any thoughts to think otherwise, expect them to believe him. In Ron’s mind, he betrayed their friendship. She imagined their next conversation not going very well. If the strain pulled too hard, she knew he’d push away.

Draco hardly recalled walking past the crowd of whispering students, passing the professors or when he caught up to Harry on route towards the other champions. His movement was almost mechanical, his mind reeling. Both palms felt sweaty, his fingers held a minor shake to them.

He took a calming breath and found his thoughts directed at Harry. He must’ve put their names in so he got the spotlight all the while planning to humiliate him in front of the whole school.

“I don’t know how you pulled it off, Potter, but you’re finished once everyone knows the truth,” Draco seethed, finding a new emotion (albeit a common one) to latch onto.

Harry slowed his pace, confusion taking over as he turned to face the blond. “What are you talking about? I haven’t done anything.” His voice sounded raw, hollow even. His brain practically stopped working, the numbness along his limbs still present.

“Don’t play dumb, though it’s barely a stretch for you, is it? Thought you’d take a go at glory? Fine but why drag me into it?” Draco asked, a typical sneer in place.

“Brilliant plan except I didn’t put my name in, much less yours.” Harry paused in speech while opening the door, uncaring about the audience they gained. “For all I know, you’re trying to pin the blame on me while in reality you’re responsible.”

Cedric and Fleur’s conversation died down, the pair attempting to dispel nervous energy. Viktor shifted from his lax position against the wall, now focused on the newcomers, his question of what happened may as well not been spoken at all.

“Wait until my father hears about this.” Draco looked down at Harry, maintaining an even glower. “Maybe you’ll actually get expelled this time. If we could be so lucky. Only that moronic Weasley and Mudblood friend of yours would miss you. Can’t say the same for anyone else.”

A flare of anger ignited, the sensation hardly faded from the events prior when he threw insults at Molly. Without thinking, Harry thrusted his arms out, pushing Draco against his chest. “I’ve had about enough! I didn’t ask for any of this. I’m tired of you insulting my friends too just to get at me. Ron’s braver than you’ll ever be and Hermione is the smartest person I know. Muggle-born or not –– ”

Draco cut him off, hesitating to ram him back in retaliation, the motion faltering last second. “How dare you touch me. I shouldn’t be surprised, you standing up for them. You’re pathetic, always have been. Your parents must be so proud, mingling with those sort of people. Oh, wait they’re not exactly alive, are they?”

Perhaps Draco should’ve expected a physical blow after his last remark. Pain exploded on the side of his face, sending him back a step. Next thing he knew they were struggling against each other, shoving and throwing punches. It lasted seconds before he felt Viktor’s grip latch onto his arms, forcing a distance between them. He saw Cedric pulling Harry in reverse, who had red dripping from his nose. Draco felt some satisfaction in the sight, hoping it hurt worse than it looked.

Just because he realized his feelings for Hermione didn’t mean, evidently, he was beyond insulting her. His frustration launched him right back into spiteful reproaches, yet they remained ingrained so deeply each jab naturally flew past his lips.

Breathing heavily, Draco shrugged Viktor off as a group of professors and head of schools came in, witnessing no part of the confrontation. Merely Harry pressing the back of his hand under his nose to slow down the bleeding, which continued to trickle down, leaving splotches on his shirt.

Harry ducked from McGonagall’s reproachful observation. She read the hostility between them immediately, the results evident to what transpired.

“What a fine example you two are doing representing our school. Fighting one another, now of all times. Five points from each of you,” Minerva expressed. She shook her head, allowing the headmaster forward.

“I expect there’ll be no more of that.” Dumbledore stated, his strict tone soon falling into a calmer one, quick to get to the point. “I’ll only ask this once. Did either of you put your name in the Goblet of Fire or perhaps ask one of the older students to do it for you?”

“No,” Draco and Harry answered. The other contestants gathered around. Now aware of the situation in full, none of the three appearing too happy about the prospect of additional participants.

“Obviously, Potter is lying,” interrupted Snape, narrowing his gaze at him. “The boy has a flare for the dramatics, always has. And he’s certainly not new to rule breaking, especially ones of such high degree. Be that as it may, you cannot think it wise to send children into the fray.”

Madame Maxime immediately went to Fleur’s side. “Well of course they’re lying. I do not see how it is possible otherwise for them to enter.”

Draco stood there mutely as the discussion continued, side of his face throbbing. Every voice seemed to layer over one another, each attempting to make their point known. For twenty long minutes he and Harry went unnoticed during the duration, until Igor maneuvered his way over.

He roughly placed his hands on Draco’s shoulders, causing his crossed arms to drop. “You cannot expect either to fair well. Lucius would be most displeased to hear news of his son hoodwinked into competing. And if you insist on keeping them, then surely, we deserve the same number of competitors. The whole issue is utterly insulting, Dumbledore. I have half a mind to leave altogether.”

Harry gathered Igor knew the Malfoy’s rather well from the comment alone. It hardly surprised him given who the man was.

“Put a lid on it, Karkaroff,” Moody said, his magic eye rotating between the group, lingering on his father’s face for an extra few seconds. “It matters more on the fact of them having little choice but to follow through. Only an exceptionally powerful conjurer could’ve tricked the Goblet. Something beyond the talents of mere fourth years. Besides, it won’t be selecting any more candidates, so might as well forget that idea.”

“The rules are absolute,” Barty added, taking the pause in speech to interject himself. “The Goblet of Fire constitutes a binding magical contract the moment a name is selected. I’m afraid both Harry and Draco must play this out until the end.”

Draco felt his stomach drop as murmurs of agreement, mostly held in reluctance, filled the room. The prospect of facing life-threatening challenges rattled him. “I’m not risking my neck for pocket change. You all said it yourselves, there’s an age limit. It shouldn’t even be up for debate. I won’t be forced into playing stupid games just so all of you can save face. In fact, I’m refusing to participate.”

Harry rolled his eyes at the first comment, not many people considered 1000 Galleons pocket change. A part of him wanted to express the same notion, yet he found it difficult to articulate much of anything. Draco’s complaints reminded him of their detention back in their first year. He must really be scared. This time he didn’t blame him though, Harry was terrified himself.

“I’m afraid there’s no refusing, Mr. Malfoy. You’ve lost any choice in the matter,” Moody stated, hiding his satisfaction of the turnout. While he needed to make sure Harry won, he’d enjoy watching Draco struggle.

“Settle down,” Dumbledore said, bringing his hand up. “I think, for now, the argument is drawn to an end. Barty and Alastor are correct, it cannot be changed. The rules state as much. Hogwarts will consist of three champions. It may come across as an unfair advantage, of which we can all agree on, however, they’re obligated to preform each task no matter our individual opinions. I will personally seek out who is responsible. In the meantime, it’s getting late and our five contestants need to rest up.”

Igor finally detached himself from Draco, who was rather grateful due to his tightening grasp. “Unfair isn’t quite the word I’d use.” A deep frown formed across his face as he gestured for his student to follow, rambling in hushed complaint.

Madame Maxime declined the invitation to stay for the drink Dumbledore politely offered (hoping to ease tensions), too outraged to consider the proposal. She left, adding no parting words.

Harry got out the door first, surprised Cedric struck a conversation on their way out. He noticed how Fleur came across almost insulted at the idea of competing against two students who were much younger than the rest. And Viktor, he looked rather indifferent, his emotions in check.

Draco trailed behind, unaware he displayed several attributes and opinions many considered either rude or offensive, which showed him in quite a negative light, all things considered.

He didn’t quite understand how one decision went to the next. They all expected him to simply go along because of some contract formed he had nothing to do with? Loathed as he was to admit it, there were no way of escaping the tournament. They’d probably drag him into each trial no matter what, meaning if he didn’t prepare in some way, he’d most certainly fail.

Numerous things pounded against his head, making it difficult to think straight.

His parents probably already agreed to come in response to Igor’s invitation. Now they’d get to watch him from the stands. Unless, maybe his father could get him out of the whole ordeal.

What if Lucius didn’t believe him? Draco easily imagined how livid he’d be. Hopefully, his mother, who’d likely take the truth readily from him, would soothe his temper. And he knew, given the high press nature of the event (if he cared at all for the Daily Prophet at the moment), they’d be at Hogwarts by tomorrow, requesting to speak to Dumbledore.

With all that in mind, he let his feet carry him to the Slytherin common room, ready to bury the fear thrashing against his ribcage and boast about how evidently someone thought him a worthy candidate to submit. At the very least, he’d hold the false confidence for a good duration of the night before the pressure started inwardly crushing him.

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #harry potter #the goblet of fire #finally i'm not sick anymore yay #so i finished this up and here it is #10 chapters already cool #i did notice as i'm reading the books again people get into a lot more fights #both physical ones and drawing wands XD #nice comments are always appreciated #sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes

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brokenhardies · 1 year

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Decode Chapter Ten

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So, to recap. Amber was currently comforting an agonized and humiliated Marc, as he had been forced to admit his mental health to the Ennead due to Harrow’s manipulation of them. They had gotten nowhere with their warning of the Ennead of what Harrow was planning to do. And if anything, Amber had been convinced they were all in on it. At least, until Hathor’s avatar - Yatzill - told them there was ‘another way’. She’d led the pair to an archway, far away from the rest of the Ennead, looking into a corridor that faced the outside world.

“You must listen to me carefully,” She said, to Amber and Marc’s affirmations, “Ammit is buried in secret. The location hidden even from the Gods. Ammit had many followers, I didn’t know who to trust.”

Makes sense. They were willing to bow to Harrow’s will solely because of their hatred of Khonsu. It made complete sense.

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captainswanapproved · 2 years

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The Queen's Gambit- Chapter 10

A03, Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8, Chapter 9

Daemon x Rhaenyra Multi Chapter AU: Rhaenyra is now 18 and eager to prove herself. Having never been forced to marry Rhea Royce, Daemon has matured and given up his gallivanting through the Street of Silk. Queen Aemma survives her final birth but the baby does not.

Queen Aemma knows of Daemon’s devotion to Rhaenyra. She also knows that this devotion is not unrequited. Aemma goes to Viserys with a proposition: one that will ensure the future and legacy of House Targaryen.

Daemon held Rhaenyra in his arms after several hours of tender lovemaking. Daemon hoped that the sounds of their passion had reached his brother’s ears. It was true that they were on their way to reconciling, but if Viserys had only valued the advice of his family over those of the Hightower cunt, Daemon could have married Rhaenyra sooner. He could have been at his brother’s side, serving the kingdom and furthering the glorious Targaryen legacy as Hand of the King.

Rhaenyra looked up at him, caressing his cheek with a gentle hand. “My love, might I ask what has you appearing so grave? Have I not satisfied you?”

It was meant to be a teasing question, but Daemon could detect a bit of insecurity behind her question. Daemon was an experienced man of the world, and he was Rhaenyra’s first and only lover. The thought that Rhaenyra did not satisfy him, however, was laughable. She drove him to distraction at any given moment, and when he was inside her, he truly felt like a god.

He kissed Rhaenyra with a fierce passion. “One day, my love, I will rid you of the ridiculous notion that you are not enough for me.”

“Or perhaps I shall feign ignorance to your devotion, merely for the pleasure of having you prove it to me, over and over again,” Rhaenyra said, issuing a mocking challenge.

His answer was to fuck her until her screams of delight and pleasure echoed through all of Dragonstone.

When they were sated once more, Rhaenyra ran a finger along his bottom lip. “Do you wish to stay at Dragonstone? I thought the prospect of returning to King’s Landing as my father’s Hand would make you happy.”

“It is a good prospect, as is taking Otto Hightower’s head off with Dark Sister, but I doubt Viserys will have the strength to sentence the snake to death. Otto Hightower is a cunt, but he has the measure of Viserys’s conviction. I expect when called to answer for his actions, Hightower will earn a place at the Wall.”

“Death is not always the answer, my love. A king should be merciful. Otto’s maneuvers were not successful. He will be punished and a life spent at the Wall will be sufficient. The Hightowers are a powerful family, and I will need their support once I become queen.”

Daemon frowned, but did not protest. Rhaenyra was as benevolent as her father, but she knew that she would have the strength to crush her opposition if necessary. She was stronger and more worthy than Viserys in every way.

“I expected further argument,” Rhaenyra said, her tone light. “Has my rogue prince disappeared?”

“Your rogue prince has sworn his allegiance to his future queen. I simply hope that when you have need of an executioner, you will give me the honor of swinging the sword.”

Rhaenyra kissed him. “That is a promise easily made.”

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Daemon and Rhaenyra returned to King’s Landing on dragon back, coordinating their arrival with the King and Queen.

Rhaenyra was surprised to find Alicent Hightower awaiting them at the dragon pit. “Princess, I am pleased to see you safely returned. I had worried for your wellbeing. My father has been spinning the most disconcerting tales in court, while you have been away.”

“Has he now?” Daemon asked, glaring at Alicent. “And what does that traitorous bastard have to say about my wife and his future Queen.”

Alicent’s eyes widened and she took a step back. Rhaenyra laid a hand on his arm. “I am certain Alicent has no wish to offend either of us, my love. I am certain that she has come to report her father’s slander. She has always been loyal to me.”

“Of course, that is my purpose, Princess,” Alicent said. Then she turned to Daemon. “I offer you my congratulations on your marriage, my Prince. No matter what my father has said, I know the truth of the matter. You have always honored Princess Rhaenyra, and you are a far better match for her than my brother.”

“If you truly mean that, Lady Alicent, you will agree to testify against your father,” Daemon said, his voice hard and mistrustful

To this, Rhaenyra added, “Tell us of all your father has had to say as we ride to the Red Keep. My husband has many reasons to mistrust your father, but we will not punish you for his sins.”

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Viserys took his place on the Iron Throne. The hall was filled with members of the court, assembled to witness the trial of Otto Hightower.

In truth, Viserys still had misgivings about revoking Otto’s title and sending him away. But Hightower had committed treachery by impersonating him in writing, and he needed to be punished.

Daemon and Rhaenyra were dressed in their finest, standing beside his beloved Aemma as they awaited the start of the proceedings.

At last, Viserys spoke, his voice ringing through the crowded hall.

“The Crown calls Otto Hightower forward.”

Otto Hightower approached the throne, flanked by members of the Kingsguard. He appeared calm as he always did, no hint of remorse or concern.

“You stand accused if impersonating the king, of defaming the Princess Rhaenyra, of disloyalty to the Realm. How do you answer these charges?”

“Everything I have done has been in service to the crown,” Hightower declared. “I supported the Princess becoming the heir. She will one day make a worthy queen, but she is young and has been misled by her treacherous uncle. Prince Daemon has always abused any position given to him. He was a tyrant in his tenure as Commander of the City Watch. He was a spendthrift as Master of Coin. Now he has seduced our Princess, the Realm’s Delight. He is an unworthy second son. It is true that I did send a raven in the name of my king, but it was only to ensure the safety and honor of my future queen. If Prince Daemon is not banished to Essos, he will abuse his position as Prince Consort. When Princess Rhaenyra takes her place on the Iron Throne, Prince Daemon will use his position to terrorize the realm. It will surely lead to rebellion.”

Many gasped as Otto Hightower finished his speech. Viserys knew that is brother was feared by many, but he could also see outrage in many of the faces in the crowd. Prince Daemon Targaryen was feared and hated by some, but equally loved and respected by others. How was it that Viserys had only seen the fear until now?

“You have levelled very serious accusations,” Viserys declared. “I wonder, though, if your children share your concerns. I call Gwayne Hightower forward.”

The young man took his place beside his father. “Gwayne Hightower, do you begrudge the fact that the Princess Rhaenyra has married elsewhere?”

“I do not, Your Grace,” Gwayne said. “I would have been honored to wed the Realm’s Delight, but I can see now that such a match would have been a disservice to Princess Rhaenyra. I do not share my father’s mistrust of Prince Daemon, nor did I choose to listen to the rumors spread about the Princess by my father.”

Otto looked as though he wanted to strike his son.

“Thank you for your testimony, Gwayne. Your loyalty to the Crown, even though it is in direct opposition to your lord father, is admirable. I now call forward the Lady Alicent Hightower.”

Alicent stepped forward, trembling slightly. She met Rhaenyra’s eyes and seemed to draw strength.

“Lady Alicent, you brought the rumors spread by your father to the Princess and Prince Consort. Do you believe your father was correct in his actions against my daughter and brother?”

“I do not, Your Grace. I have been fortunate enough to share a close relationship with Princess Rhaenyra for many years. I have seen with my own eyes the devotion Prince Daemon holds for her, and I know that this devotion is felt in equal measure by Princess Rhaenyra. I expect the minstrels will one day compose songs about the first ruling Queen of the Seven Kingdoms and her devoted husband. My father has been disloyal to his office and to the crown.”

More gasps and murmurs broke out among the crowd.

“Lady Alicent, do you believe I would be justified in stripping your father of his title and sending him to the Wall?”

“I do, Your Grace. My father has no love for Princess Rhaenyra or Prince Daemon. I only ask that my brother and I are not punished for our father’s sins.”

Viserys was not a cruel man. He would not punish Lady Alicent or Gwayne Hightower. They had been misled and manipulated by Otto just as he had. “What say you, Otto Hightower, to the testimony of your children?”

Otto was visibly shaken now. “Only that it does not change my own testimony. My children are ungrateful. I have worked hard to ensure that the realm is strong and safe. I have secured them places of honor. It does not change my belief that Prince Daemon has used the Princess Rhaenyra as his whore. Her reputation in King’s Landing is tarnished. The people question her worthiness to sit on the Iron Throne. They say she is only a woman, easily misled and corrupted by lust. They have dubbed her the Dragon Whore.”

“Otto Hightower, you have been proven guilty of maligning the Princess. You have admitted to sending a treacherous raven to Dragonstone. You have proved yourself to be unworthy. I hereby strip you of your position.” He nodded to Ser Harold Westerling.

The knight removed the badge from Otto’s cloak and brought it to Viserys. “In his place, I name my brother Daemon Targaryen as Hand of the King.” Viserys stood and Daemon approached the throne, kneeling before him.

Viserys placed the badge over his brother’s heart. “Rise, my Lord Hand.”

The hall erupted into applause as Daemon stood.

Daemon turned to Otto and said, “In the name of King Viserys, I sentence you to a life of service at the Wall. You will begin your journey North before night falls. You son may return to Oldtown, or, if he wishes, he can become my squire. The Lady Alicent may remain in the Red Keep. She has proven her loyalty to Princess Rhaenyra.”

Suddenly, Otto laughed, his eyes moving to Rhaenyra. “I see now that I was mistaken to believe you worthy of the throne. You will allow your husband to corrupt you. In truth, the realm will belong to Prince Daemon and he will be Maegor the Cruel come again to terrorize the Seven Kingdoms. The Dragon Whore is a worthy title.”

“That is the highest of treason,” Rhaenyra declared. “You will lose your tongue for this.”

Daemon looked from his wife to Viserys, and Viserys, though it gave him no pleasure, nodded.

The sound of Dark Sister cutting through bone soon echoed through the hall. Otto Hightower’s headless body fell to the stone floor. Lady Alicent and Gwayne Hightower looked away from the gruesome scene.

Daemon wiped the blood from Dark Sister. “He can keep his tongue, Princess.”

With the proceedings finished, the assemblage began to file out of the hall, whispering excitedly to one another. The Hightower children were escorted back to their chambers, and the maesters took Otto’s body from the throne room. They would deliver it to the Silent Sisters.

Soon only Viserys and his family remained in the throne room. It had been difficult to see the man who had served him for years slain so quickly. But Viserys now saw Otto Hightower for what he was.

A cunt and a snake.

#daemon x rhaenyra #daemyra #HOTD The Queen's Gambit #YAY #i got to do the thing #all hail queen Aemma #the captain of the daemyra ship #chapter 10 #my writing

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moonyistired · 1 year

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Maybe we can just pretend the posting schedule was never real. Maybe that's the correct answer.

Pink Lemonade - Winter Spirit, 5344 Words

#moonys ramble tag #the mcl rewrite saga #mcl #my candy love #mcl fanfic #i in fact forgot i named the last chapter 'autumn leaves' when i decided to name this one winter spirit #anyways yay for chapter 10!

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pathetic-gamer · 2 years

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Having a very nice time with 1 HP <3

#this was my attempt after redoing the previous chapter so i could get caspar's abilities equipped and stuff #but i forgot to switch Byleth’s class back to pegasus knight so she was missing her extra 10 avo 😭#anyway. it wasnt easy but i managed to beat chapter 13 without losing Caspar #yay #hunting by daybreak #my beloved #pg plays fe3h #silver snow maddening mode ii #fe3h #i really do love this map idk why!!! i get so excited for it every single time

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grlquartz · 2 months

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chapter 19 is up! sorry for the long wait :')

#the band ghost #ghost bc #the band ghost fanfic #papa emeritus i #papa primo #primo emeritus #primo x oc #fotv #em writes #guysss this one took forever but now it's DONE yay #now it's full speed ahead to edit the next 4 chapters before i get ahead of myself #and then after that i'll have to take another short break bc i have like. 10 chapters to write from SCRATCH #y'all...

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danzainosolitude · 3 months

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I thought I swore off my hero academia years ago but here I am reading Yesterday Upon the Stair. Not particularly interesting (not a fan of Fanon Deku) and hard to read (cringy) at some points, but I was curious about what people were raving about. Maybe it’ll get better in the next 50 chapters. Just gotta hold out and maybe I’ll find a great fic. 4/10 so far.

#complaint time yay #I was a bit wary of the fic due to the BAMF tag but still expected the scenes to be minor #fortunately there are like maybe two scenes that ‘fit’ that tag so far #on the other hand the writing hyper focuses on whatever Deku’s up to so the aforementioned scenes really stand out #the scene where Deku first goes ‘my friends are scarier than you’ really pulled me out of the fic immediately #when he starts trash talking bakugou I was convinced he was going to get an ass beating (because it’s pre redemption bkg) but bkg just… let #him go away? (according to my memory but it’s really trash)#the second scene where his weird tagline shows up again against shigiraki the part where we usually get to see other classmates interact #with Deku he starts pulling out the intimidation tactics? and they’re working? it’s so jarring I actually had to look away from my phone to #process it. everybody hates writing about large groups of characters but the background characters in this fic are so in the background you #don’t even hear about them. I saw platonic tddk in the tags and he’s been mentioned once? by bakugou?#the fic is so focused on Deku that you barely know if canon is happening in the background #a more in depth description of his childhood would be nice too #suddenly throwing in that he was mute for a little bit when he was seven (???) and that he has a massive fucking scar on his face is a bit #surprising #anyways my tumblr is glitching out so I’ll continue at a later date #rant #not tagging this as mha because I want to rant into the void #also I’m at chapter 10 so if my (very biased) critiques are wrong then whoopsie #oh man this *is* getting really hard to read (cringe wise)#additional ranting about not having any updates on canon: are we supposed go believe that Deku and Ochako are buddy buddy like usual? their #dynamic is completely different?#we barely to get to see him interact with non dead people #or almight and Aizawa

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orcelito · 11 months

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oh fun little challenge to me

i gotta finish ITNL chapter 10 before this hits 2,800. for my own sanity.

#speculation nation #itnl shit #yay nice even number right now #but also it's so close to 2800 and i need to speed through the 28 number. im too neurotic for that rn #(28 being my unlucky number that im trying to come to terms with but it still makes me nervous)#updates always gives me a fast uptick of hits. Makes Total Sense.#im just under 3k words for chapter 10 WIP rn. i think im gonna try to work on some writing tonight. just maybe.#id like to finish it soon. i have just been dealing with. The Difficulties.

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kessielrg · 1 year

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A trope I like writing, actually:

“I’m sure I’ll be real heartbroken about it.” Silver quickly dismissed. He then dragged Saga away from the bistro and into an alleyway where they couldn’t be heard by Sonic or Elise. Once he was sure that the area was pretty much deserted otherwise, Silver took Saga by the shoulders and looked her dead in the eye.

“Saga, be honest with me,” he told her- his voice bordering near a plea, “You can still feel the tears, can’t you?”

He could feel Saga stiffen under his grip.

“Yeah.” she admitted.

“But you can’t manipulate them?”

“Nope. They’re like windows for me now. Static-ridden windows.”

Silver looked at his friend even more desperate now.

“Did you see a universe where Sonic and Elise were together? Any one at all since you’ve been here?”

Now the cat was averting her gaze. “May-be…”

“So you also saw what happened when they were.”

Saga flinched. When she looked back at Silver, her gaze was tired and sad.

“You’re hurting me.”

#writing #writing stuff #my writing #technically spoilers?#chapter 10 will be out tomorrow yay!#then i get to focus on the sonic 06 speedrun lol #that small 'you're hurting me' kills me every time

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randomdragonfires · 1 month

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If The Sun Ever Rises | Series Masterlist

Listen to the song that inspired this series HERE

PAIRING | Aemond Targaryen x Strong-Niece Reader

SUMMARY | After narrowly escaping the Battle Above God’s Eye, Prince Aemond is now a hidden fugitive within the very kingdom he once ruled. Driven by vengeance, he plans to usurp Aegon III and avenge his family. His rage-blinded path to the throne begins with getting rid of Cregan Stark and the men who support his nephew’s rule. Having nothing to lose, he recklessly kidnaps the Northerner’s betrothed - his own niece - hoping to lure him and his men out to fight.

Soon, Aemond finds that memories of a first love are strong, and that he cannot steel his heart against the woman he has loved all his life.

WARNINGS | 18+; Smut; Canon Divergence - Aemond lives (but barely); Violence; Stockholm Syndrome; Mental and Physical Trauma; Angst; Canon Incest; Manipulation; No Happy Endings In This House YAY

A/N: Major thanks to @humanpurposes for being the loml, and for helping me figure out critical plot points and being with me when I needed it. I love you. :)

NO TAG LIST. PLEASE FOLLOW AND TURN ON POST NOTIFS FOR @randomdragonfics for fic updates!

Chapter 1 | To See You Again

Chapter 2 | Make Me Feel Alive

Chapter 3 | Live To See Another Day

Chapter 4 | Right Where You Left Me

Chapter 5 | TBA

Chapter 6 | TBA

Chapter 7 | TBA

Chapter 8 | TBA

Chapter 9 | TBA

Chapter 10 | TBA

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akumakosuke · 2 months

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Yay, I finally finished the first chapter of my new fic...

†Our cursed love†

This is my first time writing an actual fic so it might not be that good, constructive criticism is welcome and encouraged! I would really like to know your opinions on what I'm doing right and wrong, things I should change and so forth.

A little PS this is not going to be absolutely canon, there will be some changes to the lore and techniques so be warned. I am also fully up to date on the manga so there will be manga spoilers.

Please enjoy the first chapter of ‡Our cursed love‡.

No warnings

~_Our cursed love._~

Chapter 1- Our pedestal.

~No one POV:~

The day is like any other day to most people. The sun blazing high in the bright blue sky, perfect white fluffy clouds dot the sky, moving along swiftly with the breeze. The sound of streets full of vehicles and streets full of people fills the air.

The day was like any other to non-sorcerers.

They all go about their lives, completely oblivious to the two Gods currently walking among them, blissfully unaware of the evil seeking to destroy these two Gods.

The day was like any other to the two Gods. Aware they’re being hunted but unaware of each other.

It’s true what they say, ‘ignorance is bliss’ and our two Gods will have to learn that lesson the hard way.

~3rd Person POV~

A young boy, around the age of 9 walks with an unusually cold face for a child wearing a blue hoodie with beige shorts and black sneakers. His expression isn’t the only eye catching thing about him, his eyes are quite simply breathtaking. Strikingly brilliant sky blue orbs. His short, fluffy white hair gently swaying in the breeze.

To passers by he seems like a relatively normal child with oddly spectacular looks but normal is not a word fit to describe this God.

Satoru Gojo decided to take a trip to Shibuya for no other reason than boredom. He knows it’s ‘dangerous’ because of the many, many bounties on his head but does he care? No, of course not.

Why would he care? He’s a ‘God’ right? All these fools are beneath him, besides its clear that none of them would even be a problem, he might be 9 but he knows his place in this world, he knows the ‘blessing’ he’s been born with and he knows how to use it -albeit not well- one glare is enough to dissuade anyone crazy enough to target him.

He can sense them all around him, thinking they’re hiding their cursed energy well but nothing can get past his six eyes, nothing.

~10 minutes earlier~

A young boy with long grey hair tied into a neat pony wearing a (f/c) shirt and (2/f/c) pants that are clearly too big for him and a pair of (f/c) boots steps out of a fancy black car in the middle of Shibuya. The 9 year old closes the door and the car drives off, left unattended which would be odd if he were just a boy, although his expression is somewhat normal for a boy his age, relatively bored, his eyes hidden by a pair of blacked out glasses with a circular frame.

He confidently makes his way through the busy streets, despite his small size he easily navigates a path through the much taller adults, some only sparing him a brief glance but none question why there’s a clear gap between him and everyone, a physically space none of them an seem to cross, naturally and absentmindedly moving around the boy to avoid it.

M/n Goto is aware of this gap as it’s intentional. He’s practicing although the few hungry pairs of eyes on him are distracting. M/n knows venturing out alone is ‘risky’ because of how valuable he is but hes a God isn’t he? Those fools are beneath him.

They’re clearly trying very hard to hide their cursed energy but alas it’s in vain, M/n sensed them following him since he left his estate. It’s not like any of them would be a problem for him, he knows his place in the world, he knows the ‘blessing’ he was born with and he knows how to use it -thanks to his loving father training him since he could walk-, one glare is enough to dissuade any idiotic enough to try and mess with a God, besides nothing can touch him without his permission, nothing.

~present time~

Destiny is a funny thing, many argue its existence.

If destiny exists then freedom cannot.

If freedom exists then destiny cannot.

Many argue its existence, many chose to deny its existence, they chose freedom.

The freedom of choice.

M/n Goto and Satoru Gojo do not believe in destiny.

M/n Goto and Satoru Gojo both chose to come to Shibuya today because they wanted to, they were bored and chose to do the riskiest thing by leaving unsupervised.

They both chose to walk this random street, they both decided they were tired of being followed and chose to turn around. A completely, random choice.

Completely random.

“Huh-?!”

“What-?!”

Time suddenly stops for two young, lonely, untouchable Gods.

M/n Goto and Satoru Gojo do not believe in destiny, so what is this feeling? Not the physical feeling of their shoulders colliding.

This sudden tug, this oddly familiar feeling like meeting a different version of yourself.

Luminous, sparkling sky blue orbs meet now uncovered blazing, blood red orbs and for the first time both are in absolutely awe of another’s appearance.

~M/n POV~

‘He- he bumped into me… his eyes… they’re… how did he-? This feeling… who is he, i feel like I should know… wait… he’s…’

~Satoru POV~

‘I didn’t sense him-? He touched me… i was sure i had it on… those eyes, they’re breathtaking… who is he? Why do i feel like I should know him? Wait… he’s…’

~3rd person POV~

“Cursed.” They both mumble at the same time causing both their eyes to widen, both taking a step back from the other.

The warm, carbon filled air suddenly feels a whole lot more suffocating, the feeling tugging at both of them gets stronger and they both know the other feels it.

It’s an odd sight, two unsupervised 9 year old standing in the middle of a busy Shibuya street just silently staring at each other in what can only be described as bewilderment.

For the longest time they’ve both believed them to have no equal. From the moment they opened their eyes they were forced to live in a word beneath them filled with people beneath them. They were put on pedestals so high no one else could ever hope to climb it and yet…

Their lonely pedestal is apparently bigger than they thought, all they had to do was turn around and be confronted with the other.

A shared pedestal is something everyone told them was impossible, they were born Gods among mortals, they were special, miracles, forever alone.

“Goto M/n…” M/n, finally regaining his brain, blurts out, feeling something he’s never felt before, nervous.

“Gojo Satoru…” Satoru eventually replies, having taken a few more seconds to recover and identify the unknown feeling in his chest, anxiety.

“We should probably lose them first before we talk…” M/n suggests, hesitantly turning his gaze away from Satoru and toward one of the groups of curse users currently hiding out in a tall building across the street with horror on their faces because the sheer amount of power coming from the two Gods is mind breaking.

Satoru turns his gaze towards another group hiding on a rooftop few building’s down with the same expression and hums in agreement. He slowly reaches out to grab M/n’s hand, he doesn’t know why but he just does.

The moment their skin makes contact they both jump, the feeling of physically touching another is so foreign, so intrusive yet so natural.

They quickly easy into the feeling, Satoru pulling M/n along and M/n following without complaint.

This action feels so normal it’s almost easy to forget the innocent looking 9 year old boys are running away from assassins hunting Gods not boys.

They both in this moment, forget they are Gods, they forget they are cursed, they both, even if only for a fleeting moment just feel like two normal boys, running freely through the streets of Shibuya, unsure of when they actually started running but unwilling to spend any time thinking about it.

They just run, the destination isn’t a concern to either of them and after running for what felt like both a lifetime and barely a second they stop in a dark, dirty alleyway, joyful laughter still bubbling from their chests as they catch their breath.

“Phew, I’m pretty sure we lost them.” Satoru comments as he leans against the wall, relaxing a bit more because he can’t sense anyone else.

“Hmm, it would be foolish of them to follow.” M/n adds, leaning on the opposite wall, also relaxing.

A short, comfortable silence envelopes the two Gods as their gazes lock, again being completely caught off guard by the other’s eyes. Millions of questions run through both of their minds, having finally found another like them is something they didn’t think possible , they were told it’s impossible.

“How… how did you touch me? Get past my barrier which I’m positive was active?” M/n asks incredulously, he should be absolutely horrified someone can bypass his technique but he isn’t.

Satoru looks at M/n in slight shock, now being made aware the other also had a barrier active at the time of contact.

“I… I don’t know, i also had a barrier active so maybe they cancelled out?” Satoru would have never thought he’d say that with such a casual tone, someone being able to bypass the one thing that makes him untouchable, he should see M/n as a threat but he doesn’t.

“So we both have a kind of barrier technique and they cancel out somehow… that should be horrifying right? Our one impenetrable defence rendered useless…” M/n’s voice drops to a low whisper but there’s no hint of defensiveness, simply taking in the fact he can be touched, he’s not unbeatable.

“It should but honestly it just makes me excited ya know?” Satoru chuckles, his eyes sparkling even more as his usual cold expression replaced a small grin, his heart is still pounding in his chest, the tugging feeling getting stronger the longer the talks to M/n.

M/n mirrors Satoru’s expression, feeling the same pounding in his chest, the tugging feeling moving his feet forward as he takes a seat on the floor next to Satoru, his barrier preventing his clothes from getting dirty. Satoru quickly joins him, activating his own barrier to stay clean.

Although both of them are just 9 years old, being born basically ‘God’s’ they naturally possessed some basic control of their techniques, both already having trained to use their techniques for a few hours none stop before they get tired.

“It is isn’t, my entire life I’ve been told no one would be able to challenge me and I thought how boring that sounds, they said I stand on a pedestal made for Gods and that I alone stand atop it, atop everyone else and then I thought how… lonely that sounded…” M/n says, pulling his legs to his chest as he rests his head on his knees, looking at his new found friend.

Satoru adopts the same pose, his mind and soul filled with pure joy as M/n speaks because he understands, he understands so well and he never thought someone else would understand.

“Mhm, they called me blessed my entire life, a miracle. Showering me in praises and gifts alike, telling me how special I am, how I’m better than everyone else. They also call me a God, put me on a pedestal too tall for a kid… They don’t see the view from the top, they don’t see how big and empty that pedestal is…”

M/n listens to Satoru, there’s something freeing in listening to him speak, like a weight lifted off his shoulders, the weight of being called the strongest and the loneliness that comes with it, a weight no 9 year old should even have to know about.

“Well it was big and empty but perhaps we can share it?” M/n asks with a hopeful tone, somehow already knowing he doesn’t really need to ask.

“I… I would like that. Our pedestal?” Satoru has never felt this type of excitement, the idea of sharing, being equal to someone else, of not being alone is enough to make him feel like a normal kid.

“Our pedestal.” M/n repeats, the word ‘our’ rolling off his tongue so naturally.

“So what do you normally do for fun? When you’re actually allowed to do what you want ?” Satoru asks, clearly excited to do whatever friends do when they hang out, he’s excited because he doesn’t really known what others do because he’s never bothered to pay attention to anyone else, they were beneath him so there was no point in getting to know them but now, now he’s never been more interested in another.

M/n grins, suddenly standing up and looking down at Satoru with a sparkles in his already spectacular eyes. Satoru still can’t believe he likes someone else’s eyes more than his own, his attention immediately glued on M/n. They both feel that tug again as M/n extends his hand towards Satoru, the idea of physical contact regardless of their barriers still seems so absurd but so enticing.

“Wanna find out?”

Satoru takes M/n’s hand, the unfamiliar warmth of another comforting their souls , penetrating their minds. M/n pulls Satoru up and their hands stay linked as they exit the alleyway, M/n leading the way, unknowingly staring the first chapter in a very long and dangerous book.

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