#Dragon's Breath Tavern
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🍓playing with their hair for the first time
Writing bg3 hc Now! Will also still be doing rdr2 a/n at the bottom for more info! spelling errors
Gn Reader
Gale, astarion,halsin,
Establish relationships
🍓Gale
You see Gale sitting all alone enjoying a good book. He always looked cute when he was enjoying what he was reading, he looked so concentrated and expressive
You couldn’t help but walk over to the wizard. “Mind if I join you?”. He smiled and patted the ground beside him “Of course, what’s better than a good book? Good company to share it with”
You sat down and made yourself comfortable ” What are you reading” You looked curiously over at the book in the wizard's hands. “Ah, It’s nothing really, just another tail of dragons and knights. I could read it aloud if you wish?”
He looked a bit nervous “On second thought you’ve probably grown tired of hearing my voice”. You gave his arm a reassuring squeeze “Never”
You laid back, Gale didn’t look very comfortable, being hunched over “Here,” you said sweetly and pulled him down so his head was on your lap “Better?” He looked a little stiff but quickly regained his composure “Yes, yes it’s quite nice”
As He started to read Your hand absentmindedly went to his hair, and your fingers started to card through his brown locks, you felt him tense but then relax back into it
You closed your eyes and leaned your head back listening to him read, but after a long you heard him trail off, opening one of your eyes to peek at him you could see he was starting to doze
With a smile, you gently took the book out of his hands “Huh?” He opened his eyes to look at you. ”you were falling asleep” your hand still in his hair
“Could You…could you maybe keep doing that?” Gale mutters sheepishly. You just laughed softly and smiled
That night Gale fell asleep with a smile on his face and your hands in his hair
🍓astarion
The party decided it would be best to stay at a tavern that night, treating themselves and of course, astarion headed straight towards where the bath was located
It had been an hour and still no sign of him, getting a tad bit worried you decided to go check on him, you knocked on the door softly “Star? Are you alright in there?” You were met with a muffled “Yes darling quite alright”
After a few minutes you hesitantly “Can…can I come in?" he automatically responded with a "Yes darling"
as you opened the door thick clouds of steam poured out. "hurry my love, we wouldn't want it to get cold in here now would we?" astarion was sitting in a bath you could only assume was boiling hot water "Star, how hot is that bath? your skin is red" he waved off your concern
"now what did you need?" his eyebrow raised in curiosity. "I was hoping to join you honestly" his expression dropped as he opened his mouth to speak but then closed it
"You can say no" your voice filled with nothing but love and encouragement. he hesitates for a moment before finally saying "It's just I don't believe the tub would be big enough for us both that's all" he flashed you a charming smile. you knew there was a deeper reason but didn't push
"i was actually thinking of just sitting in here with you. Would that be ok?' he looked taken aback "You just wish to sit here with me that's all?" you gave a nod "Well I mean who wouldn't want to sit here and marvel at my beauty, go ahead"
as he reached for the soap you beat him to it "Here let me." pouring a generous amount of soap into your hands, making your way behind him, first lathering the soap in your hands before sinking them into his hair
"What are you doing?" his body tensed up slightly. "washing your hair what does it look like" teased him with a sweet voice as your fingers gently massaged his head. "I get that darling but why?" his voice sounded unsure, not used to non-sexual intimacy.
"Because I love you, and you deserve to get pampered" his breath caught in his throat and quickly cleared it "Of course I do, I'm glad we're on the same page." you gave him a small laugh as you kept washing his hair, he closed his eyes and lent back into your hands. you swear you could hear him purring
you both sat in comfortable silence until he softly said "I love you too" You could hear the faint smile on his lips without having to see it
🍓Halsin
this morning was a rare morning, not only did you wake up early voluntarily, but you woke before Halsin which never happened. (to be fair he just got back from a long and exhausting journey but still!)
waking up feeling warm. not sure if it was because of how the sun was hitting your face or because of the giant man holding you close to him
your eyes fluttered open and you were met with the sight of a sleeping Halsin. he looked peaceful. the sun made him look radiant, glowing almost, as his chest rose and fell with a steady rhythm. something else caught your eye. he had his hair down
yes his hair was always down but it was always pulled back, but this morning it sprawled messily over his pillow, and a couple stray strands laid on his face. you couldn't help but reach out and brush it away
his eyebrows frowned before he quietly spoke "Your hands are cold" You quickly retracted your hand. "sorry" you whispered back, Halsins eyes opened slolwy. blinking away the sleep, he smiled and grabbed your hand and placed it back on his cheek, and kissed the palm of your hand. "it's ok my heart"
you could feel your face heat up all you could do was smile dumbly "It's down" was all you said and tucked a few more pieces behind his ear. "does it bother you my heart?' you shook your head, all too eager to see the druid with his hair down. "no, I like it"
running your hand through his usually well-kept hair. "how is it so soft" you wondered out loud, Halsin just chuckled and let you have your fun.
he let out a content sigh. "awfully affectionate this morning. not that I mind" his lips pressed against your forehead. "Is something the matter?"
"no, I just missed my bear that's all" You studied his face, taking in every detail. "I think I finally understand the whole "appreciate nature's gift" thing." the druid just laughed warmly and shook his head fondly
the two of you spent all morning like that. his arms wrapped around you and you playing with his hair
🍓A/N
hey guys im back! so much as happened i graduated and im 19 now? life has been crazy!! i know this is different from my usual content but playing baulders gate gave me inspiration to write again. dont worry i will still take requests for RDR2 but i will also be writing for BG3. With that said im cleaning out my inbox so if you see your request finally go through a year later.............🤷♀️. i will also be taking BG3 requests. i did astarion, gale, and halsin i think i can write them comfortably. but do not be scared to request other characters if you really wanna see me write for them or have a really specific scenario in mind. i will also try to post every other Wednesday
love yall and thx for the support <3
#baldur's gate 3#astarion#astarion x reader#gale of waterdeep#gale dekarios#gale x reader#halsin#halsin x reader
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What dungeoneer!König wants vs what he gets:
SO TRUE. he just wants a pretty lady that can sew and cook, willing to put up with his nonsense without hissing at him at every turn!! knight!gf simply lives to bully him (she gets good sword practice that way) <3
At some point, he does ask her about her strange demeanor: “Why do you pretend?”
It’s said in a hushed whisper while they’re both fitted beneath a thin sheet at some weatherworn inn along their route, cozy and safe as every night since she took to sleeping at his side like a contented little kitten. He can’t help but want to poke at her when she’s so soft and weary (and her sword is on the far side of the room).
Not that he dislikes her with the sharp edges of her armor, the jostling of her chainmail and her expert swordswomanship— he just can not comprehend why a lady as lovely as she is would want to explore dark crypts full of monsters and bully him into dueling with her! She should be in fields of flowers, caressed by the wind, laughing soft into the mouth of her lover while he strips her of her gown…
She’s already toyed with the idea of courting him as a man would, stuffing flowers in the cuff links of his tunic and kneeling before him as if to offer her loyalty, her blade. It’s always when she finds herself keen on the idea of potentially taking him as her own that he finds a way to ruin the moment with blunt words or a too-eager hand.
“What do you mean?” She drags the words, sleep addled and dumbed down by a pint of mead from the tavern below.
“That you’re…” He pauses.
König isn’t stupid, he knows he’s jabbing at the dragon’s mouth, daring it to breathe fire the second he asks his lady knight things like this. She is what she is, and he’s given up on the hope of ever changing whichever tangled bowstring in her mind is making her this way. Though he would prefer her to be like the soft women he’s seen wearing silken bliauts, eyes shimmering as they shyly avert their gazes from him… She is something else entirely and that both fascinated and unnerves him.
“… not fragile,” he finishes, turning on his side to face her properly.
His little knight pinches her brow at that, throws the covering off of them both and rises to her knees to climb over him. She means to be intimidating, surely, but he can’t help the way his cock twitches in his pants at the sight of her downcast glare and the feel of her fingernails biting into the skin of his bare shoulders, actually thinking that her delicate form is enough to properly keep him pinned.
“I saved your life.” Ever since the gnoll, she’s been using it as leverage, punctuating her words by tracing over the scar with a light stroke of her thumb.
“Ja, but… do you not want to be more…”
“Ladylike?”
If she were, they would already have settled someplace softer; a roof above their heads where he sacrifices every shift of the sun feeding her from his palm and bringing home gifts that make her eyes shimmery and her heart fill to bursting. Every hour of the night squishing her beneath him and bringing her to beautiful ruin.
The concept only further confuses her when König nods his head, a trace of honeysuckle wafting up from his throat where she had pressed them into the collar of his shirt only earlier that day. It eases her, makes her less annoyed when she remembers that this brute is entirely hers, equally devoted even if he is more keen on fucking her in a dress than in the armor she covets.
She tells him a story when she finally retreats to her side of the thin, straw-stuffed mattress. It’s one he’s heard countless times in his own youth, of a knight she seemed to believe a hero. When she finishes, expecting some protest from him about how little girls should have never heard such tales, she’s only met with a silence that further bewilders her.
His stare is less perplexed and more loving, now. So much so, that she isn’t surprised when he pulls her closer with a gentle grasp to her forearm and rests his chin over her shoulder.
“You want to be a little hero then, hm?,” he whispers into her ear, a prideful smirk plastered across his face when he feels her shiver.
“Aren’t I already?” No matter how much cold steel she coats herself in, it could never smother out the gentleness of her laugh, and when she does giggle, he bites his lower lip hard enough to draw blood to keep the urge to squish her tits and toy with her at bay.
“Knights don’t find themselves in bed with beasts,” he rasps, daring to inch his hand further down to her hip.
“You believe that a lady would be more keen to?”
“A lady would want the beast to fuck her, ja?”
Poor König finds himself entirely blueballed once more when she squirms away from him, shooting a glare as cold as a winter storm in his direction before facing away with the blanket pulled taut over the both of them.
She’s only grateful that he can’t hear the beating of her heart or catch sight of the giddy little smile pulling at her lips. It’s not his stature or his prowess in battle that’s caged him up in her heart, only the way he makes her feel as though she truly is apart of some fairytale.
#dungeoneer!könig#he spends the rest of the night staring up at the ceiling utterly destroyed#is he really this bad with women or is she just shy…#meanwhile she is just ‘a beast..? ((: you don’t say… ((:’#stealing a glance next time they bathe together nodding her head and taking notes
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A/N: I wore black camo scrubs the other day and it made me feel so badass. This is inspired from one of Daemon’s scenes in House of the Dragon, so credit to that. Warnings for description of a panic attack, and violence.
Recommended Song: Runnin’ - 21 Savage
The tavern is bustling with energy. Loud voices fill your ears. Men bump against you every few minutes, “accidentally” grabbing your ass. You ignore them, though, not wanting to ruin your group’s night of fun. Finally being able to travel to a large town meant treating yourselves to a fine inn and drinks at the tavern.
You sit at the bar with a large mug of ale before you. A warm feeling sits in your belly. It’s been a long time since you had a good drink. Astarion stands on the other side of the tavern with Lae’zel, wine in hand. You admire how relaxed he looks, knowing how rare a feeling of comfort really is for him.
It doesn’t last. You watch as a sultry looking drow slowly approaches Astarion. She greets him by tracing her fingers up his spine and leaning into him. You can see him visibly stiffen. A hot fire begins to build in your chest. You take a deep breath, not wanting to cause a scene. Flaming Fists sit on either side of you, and the last thing you need is to find yourself behind iron bars.
But your urge to protect him is hard to smother. Ever since he admitted falling for you, you can’t help but want to shield him from every disgusting thing in this world. He’s already been through enough hell. He doesn’t need more.
Then the drow pushes Astarion into a chair, and she straddles him. Your world turns to red.
He couldn’t move. The drow in his lap has turned his muscles to stone. His fingers begin to tingle, a deep panic starting to take root within him. He doesn’t want this, but he can’t find the words to say no. His stomach turns sour as he flashes back to all the times he wanted to say no.
He physically jumps as a knife suddenly appears between the breasts of the drow. Her body jerks. She looks down at the weapon and goes limp. The knife is ripped free, and she falls to the floor.
Blood pools around the limp corpse. Astarion looks up to see you. Your eyes are alight with fire, hand gripping the knife so hard your knuckles turn white. He’s never seen such a glorious sight. Your leather pants straining against the active muscles of your leg. The violence in your stance, and the way you stare at the drow with disdain has him feeling lighter by the second.
“Disarm her!” The booming voice of a Flaming Fist breaks Astarion out of his trance.
“No need,” you say nonchalantly as you clean your knife. “We were just leaving.”
You turn on your heel and walk out. Astarion fumbles for a minute before rushing out after you.
“Are you alright?” You ask him once you reach the cold of the outside.
“Absolutely, love,” he responds. Because he is, now that the vile drow is dead.
You sigh, running a hand through your hair. “I saw what she was doing to you, and then I saw the look on your face and I just…”
He tentatively takes your hand, the feeling of voluntary physical affection still foreign to him. “I’m fine now. I promise.”
Your hardened expression loosens a bit. You step closer to him.
“I never want you to feel like you’re trapped ever again,” you say. Your thumb traces circles along his hand. The small gesture causes warm tingles to trace up his spine.
“And I know that won’t happen. Because I have you,” he responds. He brings his hands up to cradle your face. He wants to kiss you, but there’s still that twinge of hesitation within him.
You see the look in his eyes, and the way his gaze flickers to your lips. “Don’t fight it,” you say. “You’re in control.”
Your words bring sweet relief to his conflicted mind. He’s in control. He just needs reminding sometimes. He tilts his head and pressing his lips to yours. You let out a sigh, melting under his embrace. It’s beautiful, being able to kiss you while knowing it was his choice.
He pulls away so he can admire your face. He takes in every detail, and traces his thumb along your cheekbone.
“Thank you. For helping me,” he whispers.
You smile. Your fingers wrap around his wrist. You pull his hand away and kiss his palm. “I will always protect you.”
Your words are filled with strength. The gods must finally be paying attention to him. How else could he explain such a creature existing in his life?
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“Can I date Y/N, please?” [Genshin Impact - Diluc and Kaeya’s sibling edition]
Summary: In which your potential Genshin lover asks your Genshin sibling(s) if he can date you.
Characters: Diluc and Kaeya as your brothers, Aether, Albedo, Venti, Bonus: Tartaglia, gn!reader
Notes: There was a similar request a while ago but for the volleyball AU, I might do that or I might not but what are your thoughts on this brand new brainrot I have? I felt like I just needed a change of pace about what I write, needed something platonic-ish but also cute and funny??? idk. These days I feel like my genre is changing a little, or I just need a break from romance.
Warnings: crack elements, fluff, overprotective siblings, alcohol consumption, Diluc and Kaeya are civil towards each other, complicated deception in Tartaglia’s part, I only mixed and matched certain characters cause I thought those would be particularly interesting, some are longer than the others cause I enjoyed writing it more.
Your brothers: Diluc & Kaeya
Who wants to date you: Aether
“Relaaaaaaax, you’ve fought a giant dragon before, this is nothing!” Easy for Paimon to say, Aether thinks. Not for him, when he was going to ask Diluc and Kaeya for their blessings to date you. The Kaeya part, not too bad. The Diluc part...Aether didn’t know what to think.
“H-Hey, you two! C-Can I talk to you, real quick?” As the night descends Aether finds Diluc and Kaeya outside of the tavern, sharing a table together, like you said they would on Friday nights.
Kaeya’s eyes light up, tipping his glass of wine over to Aether, delighted that the traveller had decided to join them this evening. “Look who it is,” his voice, smooth as ever glides towards Aether. Diluc glances over to Aether, moves a glass over to the empty seat and curtly says “Take a seat,”
Aether feels a lump on his throat as he sits quite stiffly. Paimon seems to have stiffened up too, her talk of being brave all down the drain. “To what do we owe the pleasure tonight?” Kaeya asks while asking Aether if he wanted wine or grape juice. Aether opted for the wine, feeling as if he needed more liquid courage.
“Uhhh...” Aether starts, watching as Kaeya poured the wine, eyes darting up to Diluc who was also looking at Aether expectantly. “Well, ummm... nothing major, or dangerous, really...” he lets out a nervous laugh, tips his head as thanks towards Kaeya when he finished pouring and adds, “It’s just...about Y/N,”
Both of your siblings’ heads snap up to attention and in unison they say, “What about them?” Suddenly the fresh air seems to have disappeared despite sitting outdoors and Aether’s hands start to feel a little clammy. It looks as if neither Kaeya nor Diluc breathes, just staring at Aether to continue, blank looks on their faces.
“They...uh...They’re really nice company, you see.” Aether starts, hands coming together on top of the table, eyes darting back and forth towards Diluc then Kaeya. Their blank expressions haven’t changed.
Aether clears his throat and continues. “And, well, simply said they...They’re really nice, really...” Aether remembers you in his mind’s eye, and for a split moment he looks to be in a trance, thinking of how his heart palpitates just at the sight of you. “Really charming...Y/N is just... so...” he snaps out of his daydream immediately and straightens up again, remembering he’s in front of your siblings and it was not the right time to be dreamy-eyed right now.
But Diluc seemed to have a look of realization on his face, Kaeya chuckles and pours himself another glass of wine. Neither of them say anything, letting the traveller finish his sentence. “...Sorry,” Aether clears his throat again, “I...I’d simply like your permission to date them. Uhm...We’ve been on a few dates already, actually... I just...” Aether averts his eyes when he feels the heat on his cheeks. “I’m serious about Y/N, I just wanted to let you two know,”
There’s a moment of silence, just the sound of Kaeya sipping on his wine and clinking his glass back down on the table, before he spoke up. “Come now, traveller, you don’t think we haven’t noticed?” he grins.
“Huh?” Aether lets out, dumbfounded.
“Y/N’s been going out more frequently, it isn’t difficult to notice,” Diluc responds, closing his eyes as he takes a sip of his grape juice too. “Besides, the two of you walk around town quite often. I didn’t think it was such a big secret,”
“O-Oh...” Aether laughs nervously and scratches the back of his head. “S-So, you’re okay with it?”
“Well not so fast there, my friend!” Kaeya seems to be the more jovial one. Seems to be the one who is “okay” with everything, but on closer inspection there’s a glint in his eye, whilst Diluc actually looks calmer and more put together. “Do you really know our Y/N that well? Let’s test your knowledge, shall we?” Kaeya proposes, to which Diluc holds back a sigh. One of his silly games again, it seems.
“Kaeya here might want to test you, traveller...but I have no qualms with your relationship with Y/N......Provided that Y/N’s happy...but you have a lot of things on your hands,” Diluc’s gaze hardened for a split moment, and Aether knew what he was implying.
Aether’s search for his sister, his journey across nations and his adventuring were all a big part of his life. “Are you sure you have adequate space for Y/N in your life? If not...then I suggest you reconsider,”
It was more of a threat than anything, but Aether knew where it was coming from. What did he expect, trying to go through your two brothers who seemed like night and day, and yet similarly protective of you? Kaeya cuts the tension with a laugh. “Serious as always. See, all you have to do to get my blessing is to play a game with me, traveller,”
“Are you two trying to bully Aether?” The three of them swerve towards your voice as you stand there with your hands on your hips, eyes furrowed, shooting a concerned glance towards Aether. “I was getting worried when you didn’t show up at our meeting place,”
“No such thing,” Kaeya beams at you and Diluc casually shakes his head. “Not at all,” then they went back to drinking their respective drinks.
You sigh and place a hand on Aether’s shoulder. “I told you, you didn’t have to do this, they’re just going to make your life harder. I can date who I want, you know?” you smile at him reassuringly but Aether laughs nervously, feeling sweat on his temples.
“Come on, let’s go. Leave these two behind, they’ll get over it!” You insist, tugging on Aether’s sleeve and he complies as you turn to walk away first.
Aether turns back around to bid your brothers’ goodbye, only to find that they’re sporting rather eerie and perfect grins on their faces.
“See you around, traveller. Watch your step,”
Who wants to date you: Albedo
“You want to date Y/N?” The surprise in Kaeya’s voice is obvious. He didn’t think the alchemist was one to be interested in such things, but the fact that he had come out of his lab and visited Kaeya over at his personal office in the Favonius HQ, Kaeya had a feeling that Albedo was more than just interested.
“Yes,” The blonde replied curtly. Kaeya thought there was more of an explanation, but none followed and it was merely just himself and the alchemist just staring at each other now.
“...Is there...any reason for that?” Kaeya pries, not willing to just say yes so easily when it didn’t even seem like Albedo showed any genuine interest towards you aside from his words.
“A reason...you say?” Albedo thinks out loud, his hand coming up to rest under his chin. A few seconds pass by and as much as Kaeya respected Albedo and saw him as a good ally, his application to date you wasn’t going very well, until he started speaking again.
“...Truthfully I don’t understand it very clearly myself,” the Kreidiprinz starts. “It’s a rather peculiar feeling...of wanting Y/N by my side,” Albedo turns away and looks off into a faraway distance. “I enjoy Y/N’s observations, their ramblings, their view on certain things in life...but if you ask me for a logical reason of why I would like to date them...There isn’t one, I suppose it’s more of an emotion than a logical reason. I simply want to spend more time with them, an impossibly, illogically long time. More than I’ve already spent with them.”
Kaeya is rendered speechless by the whole thing. The alchemist had managed to answer his question in a rather unconventional yet truthful and sincere way. It sounded just like Albedo and Kaeya couldn’t help but laugh. “Looks like today’s full of surprises,” then he stands up and starts to stack the papers on his desk without giving Albedo a reply.
Albedo senses the avoidance, but is brave enough to ask again. “I assume I have your blessing, then?” his eyes follow Kaeya’s form who shrugs easily with a smile “I don’t see why not. You’ve always been a man of your word.”
“...Thank you...Would you happen to know where I can find the master of Dawn Winery?” Albedo asks and Kaeya is once again dumbfounded by how serious Albedo actually was about you.
“Diluc? Oh don’t worry about him, he’ll be fine,” Kaeya waves a hand, and Albedo is immediately suspicious.
“...I...insist. If I personally told you, it’s only right that I personally tell him as well,” Albedo reasons but Kaeya again dismisses him.
“Tell you what, I’ll tell Diluc and you won’t have to worry your head over it,” Kaeya proposes and again Albedo hesitates. It’s not that he didn’t trust Kaeya...well, maybe he didn’t, not a 100% at least, but Kaeya immediately pulls the ‘brother’ card. “You trust me, I’m Y/N’s brother after all, right?” Kaeya felt the hesitation in Albedo, but enjoys the way the alchemist seems to battle with himself on whether to say yes or no.
“...I...suppose I can let you handle it,” Albedo relents, and Kaeya claps the smaller man’s back. “There you go!”
Kaeya never told Diluc. Did he forget? Possibly. Did he do it on purpose? Most likely.
Diluc had to learn the hard way, and Albedo had some explaining to do.
Who wants to date you: Venti
“Absolutely not,” Diluc doesn’t even look up from his task of drying glasses at the bar, watching as the white cloth wipes up the residue from the cup. He doesn’t even know if the bard is serious, but Diluc has the impression that “serious” wasn’t a word that Venti usually used.
“Aweeeeee come on, why not? I can take care of Y/N! You know that, right?” Venti, sitting on a bar stool situated in front of Diluc, starts whining. Diluc’s eye twitches, he’s aware what Venti really is, and is aware that Venti can absolutely protect you. “Take care” of you though? He had his doubts.
“Protecting them is completely different from taking care of them,” Diluc simply says to which Venti hums in thought, touching his braided hair absentmindedly as he replies.
“I can do both!” He cheerfully restates and rocks back and forth excitedly on his chair.
“Forget it,” Diluc says with finality, though he knew in the end he couldn’t really stop you from making your own decisions, at least he could convey to Venti that he wasn’t completely onboard about the whole thing.
“Why are you so against it? I’ve been nothing but a good patron to your establishment!” Venti yet again protests playfully. Diluc finally picks his gaze up to look at Venti with a half-serious glare.
“A good patron? By ordering dandelion wine every night, getting drunk and forgetting to pay for it? You really think that’s the kind of person I’d want for my sibling?”
Venti slinks backwards with a nervous laugh. “I just pass out before I can hand you the money that’s all. Next time I’ll pay before drinking, eh?”
Diluc’s glare doesn’t falter. “No,” yet his hands continue to wipe. “Pay for all the ones you’ve consumed before and maybe I’ll think about it,”
Venti gasps, hand coming over to his chest. “Are you...Are you selling your sibling?! Are you saying if I pay for all the dandelion wine I’ve consumed...I’ll have your blessing?”
“I said I’ll think about it, I didn’t say yes. Besides, paying for what you consumed is common human decency,”
“Oh, good thing I’m not human then,” Venti mumbles but Diluc hears it and is an inch close to throwing the bard out of the tavern, and also forbidding you from seeing him ever again, but Kaeya walks in.
“What’s all the commotion here?” he asks, chuckling at the face Diluc was making. He looked like a volcano that was about to erupt.
“Ah! Drinking buddy!” Venti was delighted to see the knight of Favonius, thinking that he had an ally now. Kaeya salutes at Venti and takes a seat next to him on the next barstool. Diluc immediately breaks the news to Kaeya.
“This bard wants to date Y/N,” Kaeya blinks, letting Diluc’s tone and livid expression finally settle in.
Kaeya chuckles and turns to Venti, “Really now?” as if an amused child who just discovered something wonderful in a museum. “And what makes you think we’ll agree to it?” Kaeya attacks immediately and Venti is wounded.
“What? I thought you were on my side! We’re drinking buddies!”
“Precisely why I’m not sure if Y/N’s a good match for you,” There’s something a little menacing about Kaeya’s smile. “Doesn’t paint a nice picture, thinking that you’re here every night while Y/N’s all alone, you see,”
“I’m NOT here every night!” despite Venti’s cheerful disposition even that comment gets to him. “Besides, once me and Y/N are official I’d rather spend that time with them,” the bard huffs, not noticing the glint in your brothers’ eyes.
“Well, let’s settle this with a drinking challenge then,” Kaeya suggests, motioning for Diluc to give them two glasses. “You’re only worthy if you can hold your alcohol better than me,”
“Deal,” Venti is overconfident when the challenge starts. Unfortunately for him Kaeya and Diluc had already done this before. Halfway through the challenge when Venti is a little tipsy, Diluc starts pouring grape juice instead of wine into Kaeya’s glass.
Venti doesn’t understand how Kaeya wins every time.
Who wants to date you (bonus character): Tartaglia
(I sincerely think this needs a whole fanfiction of its own. Tartaglia dating Diluc’s sibling is a complicated disaster waiting to happen but I still wrote a small snippet because I think it’s an interesting thought)
“Tell me where you met him again?” Diluc asks you, pulling his glove on his hand to start the day. It should have been a normal day like any other, with Diluc going on his usual patrol in the morning, but you had sidetracked him, told him that you wanted him to meet someone, and that you’ve invited Kaeya over to the mansion as well.
Diluc could tell that whoever this person was, you already had a certain liking towards them.
“At Liyue, brother,” you say, mentally making a note that this was probably the third time you’ve said it. You can tell Diluc is anxious, possibly because this was a total stranger to him. Someone who wasn’t from Mondstadt, someone who he was only hearing about now when you have apparently been seeing him for months now.
“Why did you only tell me now?” Diluc adds, dusting his coat off and finally turning to you, brows furrowed, arms crossed. You smile apologetically.
“Well, he’s a busy person, and I was trying to find the right time to tell you.” You explain and Diluc doesn’t budge from his position as he questions, “Busy, you say?” How was he going to look after you if he was “busy” as you said.
“Yeah, a bit like you, actually. Running around doing errands,” Diluc almost winces. Since he was also a busy person, he couldn’t really say anything bad about this other person being busy. That would be hypocritical.
“10 minutes, and I’m off to work,” Diluc grumbles, but sees the delight in your eyes and he’s always had a weakness for your happiness. There’s a slight commotion downstairs which the two of you can hear, since the door to his room is ajar.
“That must be him!” and again the joy that sweeps your face is immense, Diluc is almost angry that an unknown man was able to make you this happy. He sighs and follows after you down to the living area.
Sure enough, there’s a tall man, chestnut brown hair, charming smile on his face, holding flowers. Childe’s eyes light up as well, the moment he sees you jogging down the stairs and he somewhat hesitantly opens his arms to you. Diluc doesn’t know whether to grimace at the sight of you jumping into them and him spinning you around once with a laugh, or just ignore the whole thing altogether.
For a moment you and Childe are stuck in your own world. With him telling you that he missed you, it’s been a while, and passing you the sunflowers in his arm. You’re overjoyed by the sentiment and look up at him with awe, Diluc clears his throat at that moment.
“This is my brother, Diluc. This is Childe, brother,” You introduce them briefly and Childe is the one who stretches his hand out first, Diluc only follows.
Childe knows well who your brother is, it’s the exact reason why he took extra precautions today, like his delusion being concealed. Did he originally know that Diluc was your brother? Not at all. But when he found out, he was much too in love with you already. He’d make it work, right?
If you found out that he was part of the Fatui, it’d be a problem. But if your brother found out... that would be a completely different and bigger problem.
So, he kept his facade.
“...Where do you work?” Diluc suddenly asks. He doesn’t even ask how Childe is, if he’s tired from the long journey or how the two of you really met. He gets straight to the point, and something in his instincts is flaring up.
Childe gives a pleasant smile as he takes his hand back. “The Northland Bank in Liyue, Internal Affairs,” Childe stays by your side, comforted by your presence next to him. Truthfully he’d go through any hurdle just to have you, even if it meant tearing you away from family. Was that too much?
“...The Northland Bank?” Diluc questions, eyebrow raising. “A Snezhnayan bank...and you don’t look Liyuen at all,” Childe chuckles at Diluc’s observation and gives a simple explanation.
“I’m originally from Snezhnaya. Just in Liyue for business... All my siblings are back in Snezhnaya though, so I travel pretty frequently just to see them,” Playing the ‘I’m a family guy’ card was usually a nice place to start, though Childe wasn’t sure if that was able to fool Diluc, because the red head said nothing.
“...Enjoy your stay in Mondstadt, then,” Diluc simply says and stalks off towards the door. You’re not surprised at how curt your brother is, he’s usually like that with new people, but you assumed Kaeya might be a bit more welcoming. You whisper towards Childe to reassure him. “Don’t worry, he’ll warm up later on,” and he only smiles back at you.
Just before Diluc reaches the door it opens to reveal that Kaeya has arrived. As usual he’s got that grin full of mischief on his face, but his eyes dart towards you and Childe immediately. “Ah, this must be the gentleman I’ve been hearing about,” Kaeya starts.
“Sir Kaeya, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Childe, I’ve actually brought a bottle of wine from Snezhnaya--”
“Actually,” Diluc cuts through the conversation, then places a hand on Kaeya’s shoulder. “Kaeya’ll be coming with me for a minute, he’ll be back later,” and gives Kaeya a pointed look before taking his hand back and proceeding out the door. Kaeya doesn’t falter and doesn’t look surprised at all, it must have been something important, he knows that look on Diluc’s face. So, Kaeya shrugs and addresses you and Childe.
“It won’t be long, I’ll catch up with you later. Do leave the wine with the maids. In the meantime, the two of you should walk around town for a bit,” Kaeya waves, still the ever present charming smile on his face before turning and disappearing out the door as well.
Childe can’t help but let out a sigh, he doesn’t know out of stress or out of relief. You pat his back and give him a sympathetic look. “They’re just a little strange, but they’re good people, I promise,”
Childe chuckles under his breath and places a hand on your back, smiles down at you and presses a quick kiss on your forehead.
“I’m sure they are,” he reassures you more than he reassures himself. He’s 100% sure he’s dug himself a grave. Something about Diluc’s gaze on him tells him that the Darknight Hero knows.
It’s a little strange that Childe most certainly knows that your brothers are good people.
Though, he can’t quite say the same thing about himself.
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She Is A Lady (Ivar x Targaryen Reader)
Ivar has always been such an interesting character to me so imagine how delighted I was when I got my first request for him. Also I would like to announce that I will not be accepting any more requests for daemon Targaryen as of right now cause i have written so many and I have also others that I must write. Enjoy!
Y/n) had always been an adventurous character, ever since she could walk she would wobble away from everyone, curiosity fuelling her little chubby legs, when she got a little older and was able to get on her dragon, Rhaenyras's heart raced as she waited patiently for her daughter to come home.
She was her father's daughter, stubborn, brave, and resilient, “the noble she-dragon” was her title when she would often be referred to in the songs of barbs, she would smirk under her cloak as she would often cover herself to visit the small taverns.
When war called for her (y/n) defended her mother with the fierceness of a dozen warriors, however, the pain of losing her brothers one by one, her dear Daemon who taught her so many things, her grandmother Rhaenys, she could not risk the death of her mother.
“We can still fight dear”
“Mother our troops have fought fiercely for so long, most of our men are dead, we need an alliance”
“What if they kill you?”
“Then I’ll let my brothers know how much you love them and we will be waiting for you, my queen”
Rhaenyra overcomes with emotion fell into her daughters' arms in desperation, her precious little girl was now grown up. (Y/n) hugged her mother back with the same amount of love, she hated the fact that she had to leave her mother's side, but this was their last resort.
Rhaenyra pulled away slightly, her fingers reaching for the few strands of Dark hair that were entangled between her Targaryen silver hair, a small token she had inherited from her late father.
“Promise me you will come back to me”
“I won’t come alone, I’ll come with an army to protect you”
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(Y/n) had searched for inhabited land beyond the wall for a full day, the sun had been tucked away and replaced by the moon when she noticed a land lit by torches, it would unwise to make a haste landing without a warning first, for all she knew this land could be home for cannibals or demon worshippers.
(Y/n) commanded her dragon to fly a bit lower, circling the city to make her presence known, not only did the people notice her, as they had gathered around for supper to celebrate their victory, they rose from their seats to follow the beast that appeared to make landing a bit further down.
“I am unharmed, well… except the dragon”
“Who are you?”
“Princess (y/n) Targaryen, I come from kings landing”
The men came to a standstill with the princess, both parties waiting for a sudden move so they can “defend” their own, you could only hear the sound of the fire from their torches and their breaths created a mist from the cold.
“I understand this is sudden for you but I have come in peace, I have been traveling on dragon back since dawn, it would be certainly easier for me to explain after I get some type of food if you could be so kind to offer one”
The dim light was not enough to reveal the contraption Ivar was using to stand up on his legs, his eyes piercing through hers in such intensity that (y/n) felt like the man was trying to look into her brain, still she did not waver, she challenged him with her strong look she beheld on those intriguing hues, her flame could be identified from a mile away, this was not a meek princess, she came flying in a beast and stood by it proudly, she was a true warrior sent from the Gods.
“Fine, princess. Leave your sword and dragon here and then you can follow us”
Of course, he knew she was lying, he saw the sword that rested on her hip the minute she got on the ground, intrigued by the astonishing beast she came with he decided to offer her sanctuary.
To his surprise, the princess took out her sword before she came on one knee with it laying flat on her palms.
“This has been given to me by a beloved family member, I do not wish to leave it unattended but I trust you with it, Ser”
“Ivar, Ivar the boneless”
Her face showed exactly how puzzled she was by the nickname the name claimed that he was holding, howbeit she did not have time to question it for long since from the first step Ivar took (y/n) picked up on the metal sound and observed just how stiff his walking as she realized that the man was probably barely able to stand up, his entire weight was supported by a delicates design of metal that went all the way up to his thigh.
Ivar smirked at the sight of the woman offering her sword, she seemed smart enough according to her calculated moves, the sword felt light in his hand as it shined under the moonlight, arrogantly he pointed the tip of the sword directly under her chin, his ego allowing him to consider that he had the upper hand.
(Y/n) gently placed the weapon away from her face and rose to her feet, she had been nothing but gracious she would not allow herself to be disrespected.
“Lead the way, my lord”
She simply suggested, she concealed her facial expression well though the devil was always in the details, Ivar could see her hands forming into fists.
“Welcome to Kattegat princess”
He turned his back on her while she took small steps to stay behind him, she did not want to offend him by walking faster so her pace was slow enough to let him walk.
(Y/n)s eyes traveled around everything, people’s faces, their clothing, their tables, their homes, it seemed like everyone was living a simple life, it reminded her of the roads of kings landing.
Ivar could hear the whispers from his subjects, they were all taken back by Ivars sudden kindness, and they all expected him to kill her on the spot, he had to admit that the idea did go through his head, yet something in him told him to let her join their feast, maybe it was the fearsome dragon, maybe her alluring appearance.
Alas, (y/n) took a seat next to him, and quite swiftly the servants gave her a plate full of food and a goblet with ale, the chicken was warm and the ale did the trick of warming her up as everyone danced around the fire, a faint smile played on her lips while Ivar observed her.
“So what brings you here princess?”
“War I am afraid”
“War?”
“In my homeland, we have one king that rules over the land, my family has been been in that position for over a century, yet it is the very first time that a woman-my mother- is to assume authority, that did not go well with her half brother”
“So you ran?”
“I certainly have not, my brothers were killed, my stepfather, my grandmother… all gone”
Ivar felt sadness rush through his chest at how the princess's chin quivered, her hushed tone trembling as she uttered the last two words, her doe eyes misting in the firelight, Ivar was not known for his empathy, still, he reached for her hand under the table to give it a slight squeeze.
“My mother was killed by my father's first wife, she released an arrow while my mother was walking away”
“How did you respond?”
“Oh I’ve tried to kill her several times”
“It is quite macabre, how the family is always the one that causes the biggest pain”
“I suppose, if you are not running then what brought you here?”
“Desperation, countless battles have taken most of our men, I was hoping to look for allies”
“You described it perfectly, desperation is the only thing that could make someone believe that another army of men would come to die for you”
“My mother is all I have left, wouldn’t you do anything to bring your own back to life?”
“Definitely”
“It might sound cruel but forgive me for saying I do not crave to understand your pain”
She was honest Ivar gave (y/n) that much, they sat there gawking at one another, she stood tall, she did not waver under his eyes as most people did, she showed no signs of fear, she did not care about anything, and let’s not even start of how ambitious she appeared to be.
Ivar took a swig of his ale without looking away from those distinguish violet hues, he recalled how the prophets have whispered to him of a queen of a faraway land.
“Your queen will help you fly amongst the clouds, you’ll know lands beyond the eye”
He had brushed it off as a riddle, but now he started to understand that it was the only time the prophet meant every word, could she- princess (y/n) Targaryen- be his queen?
There, for only the briefest moment and for the first time he felt the warm sensation of his heart thumping at the mere sight of her smile, like Freya had come from the clouds to place her cloak around the two youngsters. For so long Ivar had brushed off the idea of love or marriage, sometimes he would even the joke that the goddess herself has cursed him or turned his back on him, cruelly denying him the blessing of a true loves match.
“I cannot throw my men to a war over lands I know nothing about”
“I figure that we will ride tomorrow”
“Ride?”
“We can strap you up on Daylight and you will be safe as a passenger”
“You mean I go up in that?”
“Hey, she is a lady”
Ivar cackled at her correction regarding her dragon. It had been a while since one was so casual with him, that treated him with kindness without fearing his outbursts, sure her ignorance of not exactly knowing his antics had something to do with it, albeit Ivar thoroughly enjoyed her presence, her wit and pride complimented her.
As (y/n) bit her bottom lip her gaze went over to his legs, she wanted to ask as silence overtook them, but she debated if it was the right decision.
“It’s not an injury, I was never able to walk”
“Brittle bones, the masters in my land had informed me of such condition. Back in the day, they used to kill babes that seemed to hold such an illness”
“Oh that is what happens here as well, my mother forbade it”
“She sounds like a lovely woman”
“She was”
(Y/n) could deeply empathize with the look that took over Ivars handsome face, how his expression clouded for just a moment, how his jaw tensed and his lips stiffened to a thin line, she could tell that Ivar was not looking at anyone particularly, he was reminiscing as moments that they shared passed through his ice blue hues.
Ivar was pulled back to reality by her gentle hand resting on his thing, usually, he would shove away anyone that dared to touch his legs, but surprisingly he just allowed his hand to find hers and rest on top of it, a part of him yearning for the warmth of her touch, her genuine interest and zest.
“I am certain she is very proud of you, I understand you two probably shared a very close bond”
“We did, but let’s not dwell on such events, you must rest I do not want the rider of such a large beast to fall asleep while they hold my life in the reigns of a dragon”
They smiled at one another, a grin that behind it was resting countless words left unsaid. Ivar was a stranger to the goodwill of people, although with her, as his eyes rested upon her features he felt like his anger vanished, like a wave that held her name washed through his experience with cruelty and even his brothers belittling him was now gone.
“This feels strange”
“I agree princess, but I do not want it to go away”
“Me neither”
She whispered, her eyes lowering down to the ground to avoid the foreign sensation that was Ivars presence. Ivar allowed her to retreat, as he looked around it dawned on him that a few of the others had also taken it to become viewers of their encounter, he could not blame them.
With some difficulty he rose from his seat with the goblet of Ale in his hand, demanding the attention of everyone to realign with their leader.
“It is with great honor that I present to you the princess (y/n) Targaryen, the future queen of her land, she has come to us with a request for an alliance, to fight alongside her army for a land we do not know. Tomorrow I will ride with the princess to see for myself that foreign land, as well as to marry her”
“What?”
“To unite our kingdoms, to rule by her side in her homeland and for her to rule by my side in mine, to give us a reason to help her. Raise your glass, to your future queen”
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Do daemon finds out he has a bastard daughter who looks and acts a lot like him (into fighting, dragons and so on). When he's there somewhere in essos (or from somewhere you can write) the mother is dying and he decides to take his daughter with him. In comes yandere rhaenyra and she basically decides she's now her kid. Headcanons of this or any format you think this would be great in
Yandere parents Rhaenrya & Daemon targaryen x Bastard child.
Notes: This isn’t what I wanted but I hope you still like it! Yandere daemon is only a bit in this. Also you’re young in this and are Lukes age.
Readers appearance: White hair, your father is daemon so you’re a bit paler then your mothers. And your mothers appearance isn’t mentioned.
Warnings: Yandere tendency’s, sad themes, me kinda crying over the mom dying. Writings and spelling mistakes.
Daemon would be drunk one night, making his way from the tavern and trying to make his way back home to his wife. But when he saw a pretty girl outside in the night hanging up clothes on a line he had to go up to her.
She wasn’t a maiden by no means, but a handsome white haired prince was saying sweet things to her and made her feel wanted for a short time. She couldn’t refuse.
They spend the night together in her house and the morning she awake he was gone. The only thing left to reassure her was a coin purse filled to the brim. She felt like a whore but he gave her something far greater than anything she could ever hope for-
You. 
She was happy when she found out she was pregnant, of course she knew that people would look down on her for it but at the end of the day she wouldn’t be alone. She would have a child to take care of and be the light in her life. She thanked the gods for blessing her with such a wonder.
When you were born you had white little hairs sticking out of your little head, skin two shades paler then your mothers. A beautiful baby girl.
When you grew you couldn’t stay still for very long, always doing chores or practicing with a wooden sword. Your mother worked as a baker down the street and you’d help sell some of the products from time to time. But you liked to get your hands dirty with pickpocketing. You’re mother did scold you when she found out, but you had to make sure you could take care of her one day.
So you sold everything a day after you took it and kept the money under the floors of your bed. And sometimes you would take a coin or two and help out the beggars in the streets.
When you weren’t working you were sneaking around to watch the knights train. You watched for hours until you couldn’t and you took their movements and trained yourself.
You did have to wear a hood almost if not all the time to hide your white hair because they knew you were the prince bastard. So you liked to hide it because they always cursed you but you didn’t care much about it. Only caring when it messes with making money.
Then there was the kids that liked to pick on you until one day you punched each and every one of them. Even telling them you’d find them in their sleep and cut their hair, they now didn’t like to be around you. And the adults aren’t much better. The amount of times you had been brought to your mothers feet for punching/kicking from guys crouch was to much to count.
Your mother loved you like you were the air she breathed. But you being as hothead as your father was something she wished you didn’t inherit. 
Slowly your mother became sicker and weaker, she wasn’t able to get farther then her room or the bed. That’s when you took the role of household manger. Taking on small jobs you could find, helping out the bakery or stealing things you could. Her treatment was very expensive and you barely had enough to eat. Any food you got you gave to her always saying you had more for you, it was a lie but you didn’t care.
That’s when daemon returned. You mother not having much time left in this world. You were out working while daemon came to her house. He was curious to see her again. It’s been years since they shared that night together but he remembered her.
He walked into the house that was less alive then it was, most of the stuff was sold and almost empty. He heard coughing in the room down the hall and followed.
They reunited for small talk but that’s when she told him about you.
“We have a child, I know she is a bastard but she’s so much like you daemon. She’s my everything and I want her to be fine when I have to leave her in this world.” She grabbed his hands. “Please just look after her, she’s skilled like you. Just don’t let her be alone.”
Daemon didn’t know what to think. He already had two daughters and now step sons, then there was you? He was curious, yes. But he wasn’t as cold hearted to deny a mothers last wish on her deathbed.
He was waiting for you when you came home. You were startled by a man being in your house looking like a assassin with a clock on, so you pulled out the small blade on your waist.
The fire you looked at him with: The want to kill. His daughter. If looks could kill daemon was sure he would be dead. Your movements were fast but telling because you were small and blinded.
Daemon took the blade away from you when you tried to stab him and he threw it across the room and held you by your arms. “It is okay little one. I mean you or your mother no harm.” You watched as he took off his hood and showed the white hair just like yours.
“You-You’re..” you couldn’t even finish the sentence. “I am you’re father, my little dove.” You pulled away from him and held yourself, “And you’re here for what? We are fine without out you.”
He tried to talk to you but you didn’t care for a word he was saying, always coming back with a sarcastic reply. What he saw in you was just like him when he was a boy. The only one to convince you was your mother when you had alone time and daemon went to get dinner.
“I love you, so much. When you have children of your own I know you’ll feel just like I do.” You cling to her hand while sitting next to her. “I’m dying, my sweet. I feel like I have done my part in keeping you safe, you will go with daemon and live with him and his family. You’ll do wonderful things.”
You shook your head and cried. “But I don’t want his family. I want you, you’re my only family mother. I will not leave you here. I’ll work twice as hard and make sure you get the treatment-” she cut you off by pulling you into her chest.
“The stranger has come for me, I wouldn’t be here for you to stay. Go with daemon and live for me, I will never be more then a thought away.” Her eyes filled with tears as you sobbed in her chest begging for her not to leave you.
Daemon was sitting outside the whole time listening. Even he was a bit sad listening to you.
You left two days later after you had buried your mother. The night you had the talk was her last night with you, dying early in the morning. You looked dead and let the grief take control over you, you couldn’t even give daemon a sarcastic remark.
Daemon watched you with a sting in his heart. Someone so new in his life already had his heart. He made a promise to keep you safe so that’s what he’s going to do.
The first time he ever saw you smile was when he took you to meet Caraxes. The way your eyes light up in a spark he has never seen before, the tug on the ends of your lips. He felt happy.
You stared at the beast and it looked back at you, most people would coward away from the beast but not you. The little eyes stared right out at it while a small smile, not moving at all. You didn’t look afraid.
Daemon smiled and walked you over the the dragon that watched you. Before daemon could do anything Caraxes’s nose moved towards you and took a few sniffs.
You reached your small hand up to the dragon and let him smell it, you inched closer until you hit its skin. He nudged you to pet him and you did, he was already soft for you.
Daemon was more then pleased at the two of you getting along but you had to get back to his home. So you had your first, of many, dragonrides.
You got to to dragonstone around the time dinner was being had. Daemon could tell you were nervous and he knew you didn’t feel that often.
“No harm will come to you here.” He grabbed your hand kindly. You didn’t shove him away, you didn’t hit or yell at him. But you held onto it tighter and walked with him.
Soon you walked through the hallways the servants there would bow but give you a side eye of Curiosity. I mean you didn’t blame them for it, you- a white hair child with a dirty dress and looks like a mess. You would turn your head too.
Rhaenrya was waiting for you with the three boys, one was your age, then one older and there was a baby boy in her arms. When you walked into the room all eyes went onto you and you stared back.
Rhaenrya moved over to you with the boys trailing behind her like pups to their mother. They didn’t have white hair which made you a bit confused but you didn’t question it. The older woman gave you a kinda smile.
“Hello, sweetling. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” You watch as she placed a hand on your cheek and you stiffed and glanced at daemon for help.
“I um-…. Pleasure to meet you too, princess.” You did a poor job at a bow. She chuckled and shook her head, “No need for that, we are a family now. You’re just as Royal as the rest of us.”
Rhaenrya knew from the moment she saw you that you’d be her child. She felt the same way about you as seeing her other children for the first time after a birth. Her sweet girl. 
She claimed to you at first she meant no means to replace your old mom. But that was a lie. She did hope to become a mother that you believed to be, so she’ll just work her way into your heart.
She’d have tea with you each day and it didn’t matter if you would talk or not but it help. Sometimes you would ask questions and she would answer them to you if she could. But she knew the way into your heart was through fire.
She would watch you train with daemon and the children and cheered you on, she would bring you books and outfits of your choosing.
A year grew by and you finally let her into your heart, you came to her for the first time and asked to spend time with her.
Having rhaenrya as a yandere mom isn’t the worse.
She was over protective of you but knew you were just like your father and that you would never stop. So you become one of the most feared people on the planet, giving the best training.
Then you were given a dragons egg. That hacked and rhaenrya wouldn’t let anyone teach you but her. Even daemon had to stay away while she had time with you.
She did your hair and got you anything you wanted. She teaches you about the woman’s body and just about woman.
I think rhaenrya after a few years would forget you actually aren’t her daughter. And believe she was your only mother. and anyone that said anything different would get their tongues cut off.
She believed no one was good for you- Except your brothers. She secretly placed you and Luke together, of course you two were to grow to be betrothed.
She also got jealous of any maid helping you with anything, like helping you pick out pins or hair styles. Because that’s her job. 
Two years after being there she called herself your mother and you corrected her but she never stopped. 
You were always beside her, she didn’t like not knowing your whereabouts. So if you aren’t with daemon or the boys, she would send someone to find you.
So I think you’ll become her or the boys personal protecters, or even her own spy. She didn’t trust anyone like she did you, not even daemon.
You are going to be watched like a hawk all of the time.
Yan!Rhaenrya as a mother is possessive 
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A Sleepwalking Surprise
I have no idea what this is. I hope you guys like it and please leave your thoughts in the comments.
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“You walk into the dark cavern to reveal the fire-breathing dragon that’s been charring the King’s soldiers and burning them to crisps. The mighty beast is towering and its scales are seemingly impenetrable. The dragon notices your entrance and spews a fiery and gruesome spray of fire at the Party before any of you have a chance to react. Roll for damage.”
The entire Party grumbled and rolled their dice. They thought they were going to find treasure, not a dragon trying to burn them all to death. Gareth’s half orc ranger and Dustin’s own half elf bard suffered the most damage at the surprise attack. Gareth muttered something about Eddie always targeting his characters and grunted in anger.
Eddie chuckled mockingly at them from behind his DM screen, “Gwaine and Lorcan suffer fire damage and drop their weapons when the flames lick at their hands. Lorcan, what’s your action?”
Dustin huffed with stress and ran a hand through his exposed curls. “I roll for initiative.”
“Go ‘head and roll,” Eddie told him, taking a sip of his Mountain Dew from his chalice. The bastard looked devious as he eyed him over the lip of the prop.
Dustin blew on his dice to wish them luck. This roll could make or break the rest of the game for him. “14. Lorcan picks up his lute and attempts to entrance the dragon with music.”
“Alright, Lorcan is able to retrieve his instrument from the ground where it sustained some minor charring but remains playable. The dragon is distracted and does not notice the first few notes of tune…”
Dustin was on the edge of his seat. Was it going to work? Would his move save the Party?
“The dragon released one more bellowing breath of fire at the Party before his eyes glaze- Stevie?”
Dustin’s eyes whipped open. Steve? What the hell was he doing in this story? He followed Eddie’s gaze to see Steve, his best friend and babysitter, standing in the entrance of the trailer’s kitchen. He was standing tensely with his eyes roughly unfocused on Eddie.
“What the hell is Steve doing here?” Dustin asked his dungeon master.
“Is he okay?” Lucas asked him in concern.
But Eddie just waved them off, “he’s fine. He sleepwalks sometimes,” then he turned to Steve. “C’mon Big Boy, let’s get you back to bed.”
He rested a gentle hand on his back and one on his arm then guided Steve back to the bedroom. Meanwhile, the kids were dumbfounded. Why was their babysitter, the one that said he had plans today and couldn’t join the session, in Eddie Munson’s trailer? They didn’t even know they were still friends after the Upside Down!
Jeff, Gareth, and Grant didn’t even blink at Steve’s presence. To be fair though, they’d known Eddie a lot longer than the other boys and he’d done a lot weirder things than mother-henning the reformed King of Hawkins High.
A few minutes later, Eddie returned to the living room and picked up right where he left off. “The dragon’s eyes glaze over and he becomes transfixed by the music! He can’t focus on anyone other than Lorcan’s pudgy fingers delivering the sweet, sweet tunes. Droggom, what’s your move?”
“Okay, wait a goddamn minute. Are we not going to talk about how you have Steve sleeping in your bed right now?” Mike sputtered.
Eddie in his part just looked confused. “Where else would he sleep? He’s tired and you’re all sitting on the couch.”
Mike gestured with his hands in frustration and shot a look at Dustin. It was in his hands now to get answers. “Why can’t he sleep at his own house? And since when are you guys friends? We need answers!”
“Oh, we’re friends alright. We’re great friends. Now, focus on the game or I’ll maim you. Where were we?”
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The game continued for the next several hours without interruption. However, just as they were wrapping up for the session and settling at a tavern, Steve came walking back down the hallway. He was yawning and fiddling with a pair of wire-framed glasses perched on his nose. Dustin couldn’t help but feel even more confused. Since when did Steve wear glasses?
Eddie perked up in his seat immediately upon visage of Steve. His deceitful smirk turned into a genuine smile and he hopped up to meet Steve as soon as he crossed into the living room.
“Stevie! Are you awake this time?” Eddie wrapped his arms around him in an engulfing embrace.
“Mhmm, still tired though,” he muttered. Then he took everyone by surprise. Steve pulled away from the hug only to plant a kiss directly on Eddie’s lips before walking into the kitchen.
Everyone’s jaws dropped. Dustin didn’t know whether to voice his support or yell at them for not telling him anything and the rest of the group seemed to be in the same boat as they stared unmovingly at Eddie. And Eddie just stood still as if he couldn’t believe that had just happened.
Suddenly, there was a crash in the kitchen and a shouted, “shit!”
Steve rushed back out, now wide awake, and looked at Eddie in horror. “Oh god, fuck, shit! Fuck Eddie, do you think they noticed?”
“Yeah we noticed!” Lucas yelled.
“How the hell do you think we could’ve missed that?!” Dustin cried. Jesus Christ, seeing your two older male friends macking on each other left an impression.
“Why the fuck are you smooching on Eddie?! First my sister and now Eddie too?!” Mike screamed at him in offended outrage.
The poor Corroded Coffin guys just looked so tired. They knew already and Dustin would never forgive them for keeping it a secret from him.
Eddie looked at Steve, “yeah, I think they noticed.”
Steve just sighed and grabbed his keys. “I have to leave now or I’ll be late for work. See you guys later!”
“And leave me here with these assholes? I think fucking not. I’m coming with you, let’s go,” he told him. Eddie grabbed his wallet and boots as he walked to the door. He shouted to the group over his shoulder, “lock up when you leave!”
The Hellfire club heard the Beemer’s engine rev and then they were alone. Dustin just looked at the other boys in confusion before screaming a loud, “what the fuck?!”
Just a few hours later, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike would corner Steve and Eddie in Family Video. They’d find out that Steve regularly sleeps over at the Munson trailer and that they’d been dating for three months. Dustin would give them his support before immediately slugging Eddie for ‘defiling his older brother’ and getting a wedgie in return. Sigh, good times, good times indeed.
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"Would You Kill For Me?"
summary: asking your partner the most intimate question of all - would he kill for you? gn reader, no pronouns or y/n used.
feat: Cicero, Teldryn, Vilkas, Miraak, Brynjolf, Erandur, Farkas, Mercer
warnings: obv allusions to violence, nothing explicit. alcohol.
"I already have."
Cicero giggles, slapping a gloved hand on your shoulder. "Of course I've killed for you! Silly Listener, asking your poor, beloved Cicero such a question."
Rationally, you know any other person would be upset - but it's endearing. You know deep in your heart that Cicero would slice through anyone who even looks at you wrong without a second thought.
"Would you kill for your Keeper?" He asks coyly, sliding closer. It's too difficult to resist his charm. You find yourself grinning, remembering the many threats of bodily harm you've inflicted upon any initiate who breathes a negative word about your beloved.
"Any day, my love."
"Why? You offering to return the favor?" Teldryn smirks before taking a drink from his mug. The tip of his boot knocks into yours under the table, earning a nice flush in your cheeks. You've clearly had too much to drink but Teldryn looked so pretty in the low tavern lighting, the alcohol loosening your tongue enough to voice all those silly little questions you've had floating around.
"You have?" You urge, leaning so far over the table you're practically laying on it. Teldryn grins, bowing toward you and his voice conspiratorially low when he speaks again.
"Of course - why do you think all that chatter about you being an untrustworthy outlander stopped so quickly?"
"I thought my good deeds were enough to earn their trust." You pout, thinking back on the sudden shift in opinion.
"Oh yes, yes - that too, but a few well placed jabs never hurt."
"I'd die for you."
"Isn't that better? To die for you?" Vilkas laments, lips stained red from his third glass of wine. The question had hardly been in your mind before it slipped out - late nights toasting to the Companions often left you tipsy.
"I'd rather you lived for me." You hiccup, leaning closer to him. Those dark eyes still track every little move you make despite the intoxication. "A happy, long live if I have any say in the matter."
He lapses into silence but you know his mind is still chewing on that question. Swirling the wine in his glass Vilkas reclines into his seat, staring earnestly into the low burning fire.
"Vilkas, it was just a silly question." Those eyes cut straight through you, blinking away whatever retort he'd come up with before simply placing a kiss to the back of your hand.
"I would die in your stead." Miraak's hands cup your face, each word soaked in adoration. "I've died in your arms once, my Dragon. I would gladly do it once more."
You will never truly grow accustomed to this version of him - stripped of the malice he'd lived with for so long, he's become devoted to you. Too many pupils gaze lovingly into your eyes, the crooked bridge of his nose bumping yours. You've never known a love like his and doubt that many ever will - he's had lifetimes to yearn, to want something more and hone a vocabulary that often leaves you a flustered mess.
"You're far too serious." He grins at those words, the ones you've said dozens of times.
"I would tear the world to shreds for you, my love. I would tear myself to shreds."
"I cant."
Brynjolf's words carry a silent apology - of course you knew his answer but watching him squirm can be fun.
"I'm sorry, love - I know it isn't the romantic answer but I don't think I could bring myself to do somethin' like that. Not after -"
"Bryn." Grasping his face, your heart still skips a beat when those green eyes find yours. "I know that blade you wear is simply decorative, I would never ask you to draw it."
"It is not merely decorative, it serves other purposes."
"Such as?"
"It's fairly useful for intimidation. And breaking windows." He huffs, pressing a kiss to your palm. He pauses for a moment, eyes falling closed and nose nuzzled into your hand. "Truth be told, I like to say that I wouldn't - hell, I tell myself I won't take a life every day, but after Mercer takin' you away from me, I'm not so sure."
"I swore against such actions, my love." Erandur murmurs, forehead pressed to yours. "Lady Mara may have forgiven my past transgressions but I took an oath to bring no further harm to her people."
"Of course, dearest." You smile, a bit entertained by how easy it is to get him talking. Erandur's fingers play across yours, rings bumping into your knuckles.
"Would you kill for me?" You're a bit shocked by his question, even further surprised by the little hint of hope buried in his words.
"Without second thought." It's the easiest answer in the world. Of course you would kill for Erandur - you would fight through hordes of enemies to ensure his safety. "I can only pray that your Lady's forgiving attitude extends to me."
"Of course."
Brows raised, Farkas assesses you across the training yard. He sucks in a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow before heaving the giant practice sword over one shoulder.
"Any day." He says easily, a quick kiss pressed to your brow. No matter how long you're together this sight still seems too good to be true - muscles glistening in the midday sun, his hair tied back and an easy smile on his face. "Why, you need someone killed?"
"Not at the moment."
"If one of those recruits gets too mouthy, you come find me." He grins before turning his attention back to a battered training dummy. You notice after that question that his sword strikes just a bit harder, hammering that point home.
"No." Mercer lies, kicking his feet atop the desk. You mirror his position - boots on the desk and arms crossed, though the scowl is hard to mimic. He's perfected it.
"Yes you would." You counter, fighting back a laugh when he rolls his eyes. That little divot appears between his brows - it's cute. You'd tell him but fear being assigned some awful job across the continent.
"Why bother asking?" He grumbles, shoving a stack of paperwork toward you. "If you insist on hanging around asking inane questions, least you could do is make yourself useful."
"I'd kill for you."
"Lovely." He mutters, though you note a bit of color rising in his cheeks when he turns to some parchment he'd pointedly ignored all evening. It's too easy to get under his skin.
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quest—xenk yendar x fem!reader
summary; being frenemies with xenk
author's note/ warning(s); just fluff; i'm not well versed in dungeons and dragons lore. most of my knowledge comes from the recent movie adaptation. please enjoy!
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The boisterous chatter within the tavern ceased the moment your boots hit the floorboards. Patrons - drunk on ale and joy, or full of whatever obscure meat was on their plates - turned to look up at you. For once you understood their stares. After all, you were clad in blood, guts, and what you hoped wasn't vomit while standing next to an infamous paladin who had not a scratch on his armor.
Despite slaying the same beast together, your partner - who followed you around like a fly to a corpse - survived the battle unscathed. Even his blade was stain-free thanks to some unexplainable magic you didn't bother to figure out.
"Just a water, thank you," you said to the waiter behind the counter as you settled into one of the wobbly stools. You didn't bother to wait for Xenk as he maneuvered his way through the crowd that formed along the walk way. Behind you, everyone was hovering around him, thanking him for slaying the beast that could've threatened a slew of homes.
"Thanks," you muttered to the waiter as you picked up the cup he slid towards you. You took numerous gulps from your drink as the crowd began to dissipate to give Xenk some space. You turned your back to them and found yourself face to face with the waiter and his finger tapping on a slip of paper in front of you.
"Tab's getting full," the waiter tapped the slip of paper etched with numerous food and drink items. Next to them, were accumulating prices, expenses you had yet to pay.
You read the list, some charges dating back from months ago when you were low on funds. You slowly shook your head, unable to find the words to come up with an excuse. As of now, money hadn't been your number one priority.
"Then put it on mine," a voice said from behind you. You could see his noble smile he was bearing even though you didn't turn to look at him. Gingerly, he took the seat next to you as the waiter nodded and sheepishly tucked the slip of paper away before you could protest.
"Thanks, but...you didn't have to do that," you said once the waiter was gone and Xenk had settled at the bar. He looked around, taking in your surroundings as if he were a newborn who was just seeing the world for the first time. You rolled your eyes playfully. "I'm not going to be able to pay you back."
"Consider it a gift," he said, his eyes finding your face after he seemed satisfied with what he saw around the tavern. You look down at your cup, avoiding his gaze.
"You can't keep giving me gifts."
He frowned and rose an eyebrow. "Why not?"
You turned to face him, a look of slight annoyance settling on your features. "Because—"
Because you had no means of paying him back. Because you weren't friends, but rather partners completing the same quest. Because once the quest was complete, you wanted no reminders of what could have been.
But every excuse that you had on your tongue vanished as his hand settled upon on your chin. Lightly his fingers guided your face towards his, as if he was trying to get a better look at you.
"Because, why?" he asked, eyes pleading to know. His thumb swept across the skin of your cheek, swiping away whatever grime had been left over from the creature you split in two.
Your annoyance, now gone, had been replaced with bashfulness. It was as if he had caught you doing some wrong and you were in for another lesson on nobility and righteousness.
But as the noise around you faded and his face drew closer, you were convinced otherwise.
"Y/n?" he whispered, shaking you out of your trance.
"Yeah?"
"You might want to take a breath. I'm not sure how much longer you can hold it."
Not realizing you had been holding your breath, you felt the heat rise to your cheeks. Xenk, who found your flustered nature amusing, smirked mischeviously before a hearty chuckle fell from his mouth. Playfully, you swiped his hand away from your chin and lightly shoved him in the shoulder.
"Forget it," you said before gulping the last of your drink. You rose to your feet and made your way towards the exit with the heat still rising to cheeks and a smile teasing your lips.
And like always, he followed after you.
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Choice ~ Aemond x Targaryen!Reader
request: The reader is daughter of Daemon and Laena and when her grandmother Rhaenys interrupts Aegon's coronation and it seems like she wants to burn The Greens alive it's her who jumps in front of Meleys not Alicent, because she loves Aemond? And she obviously chooses The Greens over her own family? 😊🐲 ~ @eddiemadmunson
note: I so enjoyed writing this, literally giggled & kicked my feet when I saw you requested, I love your work!! thank you so much for your kind words, I hope you enjoy friend 💚
warnings: spicy themes, nothing explicit
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The dragon must always have three heads.
You supposed the gods must believe that as well, as the Stranger claimed your mother’s life and that of your youngest sibling. Baela, Rhaena, and yourself. Those would be the only children spawned from the union of Laena Velaryon and Daemon Targaryen.
Your father Daemon had held you and your sisters as you wept into his chest, guttural sobs filling the early morning sky. You had just woken from sleep to the sound of silence.
Vhagar lamented loudly on the journey to Driftmark.
Your grandmother Rhaenys held you tightly to her side as you laid your mother to rest in the sea.
“Let me stay with you,” you had begged, clinging to her skirts. She will take Baela but not me, where is the fairness in that?
“Who shall keep your father company?” she had argued, stroking the tears from your cheeks.
The dragon must always have three heads.
That is what your stepmother said when she betrothed your elder sisters Baela and Rhaena to her sons Jacaerys and Lucerys.
“And you shall marry Joffrey, when he comes of age,” Rhaenyra had told you, stroking the hair on your head, and smiling fondly.
You remembered looking at the small babe who had yet to toddle. You would be much older than him when you married, well past the years of your maidenhood. You could not help but feel bitter, as your elder sisters rejoiced in their matches to the handsome Velaryons.
Your father wanted little to do with you or Rhaena, not out of anger but out of grief. He saw your mother’s face in yours with every breath you took, every word you spoke.
You left for the Red Keep when you first bled. You remembered walking into Rhaenyra’s room with bloodied sheets and a trembling upper lip.
“You are a woman now,” she had crooned, as tears filled your eyes, “you shall be brave, yes?”
Rhaenrya hoped your presence would placate Queen Alicent. Rhaena and you were very much alike, calm and collected, a juxtaposition to Alicent's sons. It was easy enough to live at court. You befriended your cousin Helaena rather easily, spending the majority of days in her company.
You enjoyed Aegon’s presence as well, he was fond of card games and wine and easy to trick when he had a bit too much to drink. You’d swindled him out of several gold dragons. Aegon was good for a laugh and did not mind you trailing along when he visited the taverns of King’s Landing for dancing and spirits. Only when he visited the brothels of Silk Street did he demand you stay behind.
It was Aemond’s company that pleased you the most. You spent endless hours with him cooped up in the library, legs sprawled across his lap as you both read. You enjoyed watching him in the training yard as well, your cheers were always the loudest when he bested Ser Criston.
It was hard to deny your attraction for the one-eyed prince, and his affections for you were apparent as well. He had heard you speak of missing Vhagar, and the days you joined your mother on dragonback. Ever since, Aemond would take you to the skies daily, reveling in laughter that spilled from your lips.
The first time he ever kissed you was on dragonback.
You knew you should not, that it was a disservice to your betrothed. But you could not stop the feelings in your heart, the blush that crept to your cheeks every time Aemond entered a room. How you shared this secret between you, telling no one not even Rhaena. Aemond would walk by you, letting his long fingers stretch to caress yours before continuing by.
The thrill was erotic and addicting. You gifted him your maidenhead; if he could not have your hand he would have that. You soon had him in every corner of the castle.
“I am yours,” you told him, threading your fingers through his silver hair, “and you are mine.”
Your appetite for him was insatiable, no matter how many times you had him it was never enough. You felt as though your very soul was desperate to tangle itself with his.
Tensions rise when your family arrives from Dragonstone, as the succession of Driftmark is challenged. Dinner is a battlefield and you play peacekeeper between both sides of your family.
“Y/N, come,” your father Daemon calls, staring down Aemond as he does so.
You hesitate a moment between the two Targaryen men.
Helplessly, you move to that side of the room, hearing Aemond grunt before leaving. Your father loops an arm around your shoulders, pressing a sweet kiss into your hair.
The following week is chaotic.
You awake to a locked door, and to the news, the King has passed. You wait in agony, clawing at the door, and attempting more than once to lower yourself from your balcony onto the cobblestone path below.
Aemond eventually comes for you, to escort you to the coronation.
“What of my grandmother?” you inquire.
“She is to remain here, for safeguarding,” he tells you and you stop in your tracks.
“As a prisoner, you mean,” you accuse and Aemond takes your hands in his.
“She is no prisoner, I assure you, my love,” he says, staring deeply into your eyes.
The coronation is a somber affair, Aegon lowers his head as though the crown is an executioner’s block. You stand off to the side, keeping your eyes on your prince. You know this is wrong in your bones. Rhaenyra was the heir, and she is being betrayed.
The dragonpit implodes, rocks and debris flying everywhere, dust appearing as though the smoke. The sound of panicked screams fills the air along with the call of a dragon. A call you have known all your life.
Lifting your head, you watch as Meleys appears, red like a phoenix rising from the ashes. Your grandmother rests on her back, a look of calm fury on her face. She always had that look about her, like the sky before a storm.
Meleys steps forward, crimson head rearing with vengeance. She opens her mouth, letting loose a terrifying wail. Aegon’s eyes are wide, tears beginning to stream down his face. Aemond has stepped in front of Helaena, in a protective stance. Alicent stands frozen, eyes wide with terror.
No.
No this cannot be happening.
Meleys continues to creep forward and you watch your grandmother’s lip curl, as though readying to speak the word that will scorch the green side of the family tree. This has to be done. In order for Rhaenyra to come into power, her siblings cannot live. This has to be done.
You say this over and over to yourself, but it is as though your heart and body have stopped listening.
This is a duty, this has to be done.
Your feet propel you forward.
This is necessary for Rhaenyra’s reign.
You step in front of Aegon.
He cannot be allowed to live.
Meleys face is inches from your own, she looks at you as though she recognizes you. Your grandmother’s expression is one of grief and rage. You hold your hands out to her, a prayer, a plea. Meleys screams, the smell of burnt flesh and dragonfire wafting over you. The sound of her wail pierces your heart, breaking it. You close your eyes prepared for the agonizing feeling of dragonflame.
It does not come.
You open your eyes and stare back into your grandmother’s, watching as the tears stream down her cheeks. You could have joined her, ran forward, and climbed on Meleys back. But you stay put in front of Aegon. Blocking him, protecting them.
Rhaenys’ expression says it all.
You have chosen your side.
As she flees the dragonpit you feel the warmth of Aemond’s hand against your own. You lean back into him, and he stays standing. The steadying force that holds you to the earth.
You watch the red wings disappear over the horizon, as though she is the sun bidding the world goodnight.
Aemond takes your hand, you feel his fingers interlace with yours. Aegon, who still stands behind your protective stance lowers his forehead to your back in relief. You can feel the weight of the conqueror's crown on your back.
You turn your head towards Aemond, his violet eye is wide.
You have chosen your side.
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Ok so… Astarion x Dark Druid!Tav who’s an elf from a culture that bonds with and rides fire breathing wyverns. Maybe Tav’s wyvern (a dark almost black female) is scary looking and distant from everyone but Tav and surprisingly Astarion. Like, she keeps pushing Tav and Astarion together, bringing him fresh prey, and burns any hunters who try to kidnap Astarion to bring him back to Cazador 👀 Do you think he’d be touched? Maybe she senses the goodness in him still?
Hi! It's a very cool idea and dragonriders are must-have for any fantasy.
I looked throught the manuals and found that it's possible to be a dragonrider if you choose Ranger with Drakewarden subclass. Your dragon starts as tiny pocket-drake, a size of cat, but slowly grows up to be a winged dragon you can conquer cities with.
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Calimshan - a nation that covers the southern corner of west Faerûn, including the Calim Desert and the Spider Swamp.
The Lands of Intrigue - a collective term used to describe the nations of Amn, Calimshan, Muranndin, Erlkazar, Velen and Tethyr
Alzhedo - a regional tongue of Southwest Faerûn, and the main language of Calimshan.
Dahyarif - misplaced stranger in Alzhedo.
Astarion x Drakewarden!Tav
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You are a foreigner, born in the Lands of Intrigue, somewhere in the Calimshan Kingdom.
Your people used to be known for taming drakes and wyverns and bonding with them the way some people bond with their dogs or horses.
But it was a long time ago. There aren't too many wyverns and drakes nowadays.
Maybe it is for the best, because your ancestors were ruthless, using their dragons to conquer and destroy.
By the time you were born, drakewardens and dragonriders were a long-forgotten myth.
But you found your own small drake in the desert.
The size of a cat, it was breathing fire and was particularly bitey.
Was it your inherited ability to bond with dragon creatures? Or was it just luck?
You don't know.
You called your little drake Dahyarif - "misplaced stranger" in Alzhedo, your mother tongue.
Somehow, the drake managed to survive the Mindflayers' attack and returned to you at the shipwreck.
You meet Astarion - you see the predatory side of him the moment he attacks you.
Drakes and vampires have a lot in common. For example, they both tend to bite.
Astarion is a bit anxious around the drake that tends to breathe fire and has sharp fangs.
When Astarion finally dares to bite you, the drake immediately pounces and stops only when ordered to.
After that, you notice that Astarion says, "I asked for consent, so stop baring your fangs!" every time he comes to your tent to feed.
And you actually don't worry about losing too much blood because Dahyarif is very sensitive about your health.
But with time the drake starts seeing Astarion as his owner as well.
First of all, he starts bringing Astarion food. Not burnt to a crisp, but still alive, mostly small forest animals, fluttering and bleeding in the drake's mouth.
Second, Dahyarif starts curling on his chest. The cold vampire skin is comfortable for the drake, and Astarion loves this weighted heating pad.
One day, you notice Astarion learning Draconic. "I don't like our communication to be one-sided," he says, scratching Dahyarif's ear.
When the tadpole is gone, Astarion disappears in the streets of Baldur's Gate, and you worry sick about him.
The drake finds his track in no time - Astarion has hidden in the basement of a tavern, suffering in pain.
You're afraid to touch him, but Dahiarif immediately crawls into his lap and lets out a trickle of smoke.
You decide to leave the city and go to the south to the Lands of Intrigue.
The drake is slowly growing up. It starts bringing bigger animals, and you notice small rudiments of the wings on its back.
Arriving in Kalimshan, you are ambushed and captured by the enemies of your people.
Astarion and Dahyarif manage to escape, but you are put in chains.
You are beaten, and tortured - your captors want you to train drakes for them, but you can't even say where you found your own one.
You lose track of time. You have been moved several times, but you are always alone with the darkness.
Until one day your captors' fortress is attacked by a winged, fire-breathing wyvern that melts the walls and incinerates a warrior in armor.
You are finally free, and you breathe the scent of the desert night.
The wyvern lands in front of you - and you recognize the familiar red scales.
The drake has grown into a wondrous beast.
The hooded figure of a rider jumps to the stone floor and rushes toward you.
You are in familiar cold arms.
Astarion is wearing thick black leather armor with his face hidden under a mask made of some intricate metal that allows him to see.
You have too many questions, but you collapse in Astarion's arms and he carries you to the wyvern's back.
Together you fly away from the destroyed fortress.
"I just fed him well" he explains. "We found a particularly nice place for hunting. And as for the armor… You can get a lot of things if you have a wyvern."
The torture and captivity leave permanent marks on you, and you often have nightmares when you think you are still in the dungeons, chained and beaten only to wake up in the cold arms of your lover.
It takes you time to learn how to ride a dragon.
But with time, you become a dragon rider of your own.
Now you fly together on Dahyarif's back.
Looking for adventures, fun, and trouble.
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Hungry Kisses and No Regrets
Decided to channel my stress into finally writing the Kiki/Namari fic. This is post-series, and has slight references to unofficially translated post series material.
Namari stared into her tankard, watching the beer’s foam drop down the sides. The tavern was full of lively chatter, loud toasts, whooping and yelling…normally she would be right in the thick of it. But right now it was all distant, muffled, nothing but a meaningless buzzing.
Then a smooth voice cut through that noise. “You’ve had that booze for a whole minute and the glass is still full. Something must be wrong”.
Kiki was towering over her. Namari turned slowly, her eyes traveling up those long, shapely legs, from the perfect curve of her calves all the way up to her well toned thighs. Namari’s breath hitched and the back of her neck heated up. She focused instead on Kiki’s face, like she should have done from the beginning, but that only made her heart race more. Kiki had her hair down, a rarity, and it fell in beautiful black coils, slightly wavy at the ends. Kiki looked down at her with bright warm eyes and a mischievous smirk (she’d probably noticed Namari checking out her legs). As always, it melted all of Namari’s defenses.
“I’m just…lost in thought.”
Kiki sat across from her, resting her chin on steepled hands. “Want to talk about it?”
Weirdly, she did. When it was with Kiki, she could talk about anything.
“It’s…Falin.”
Kiki raised her eyebrows. “Did she get turned into a monster again?”
“No! It’s…well,I told you now that my father’s debt is almost paid off, I want to strike out and set up a blacksmithing business right?”
Kiki nodded.
Namari took a small sip of beer and sighed.
“Well, Falin’s recovery is taking…longer than expected. She’s having a little bit of trouble adjusting to her new body. She doesn’t have a lot of stamina and gets exhausted easily, Marcille says she’s been restless at night, growling and snarling and having weird dreams. Even Marcille has a hard time shaking her out of them. I know Falin was planning to travel, to get to know her new self and see new places, and it must be so frustrating…so I don’t think I can leave until she gets better.”
Kiki wrinkled her brow. “Why? It doesn’t sound life threatening. She has her brother and Marcille taking care of her, right? And Chilchuck and Senshi are sticking around a bit longer too. I’m sure she’ll get well soon."
“I know, but… it’s hard to see Falin like this. She’s usually so warm and full of life, you know? She could make anyone feel better just by being there. It’s easy to see why Marcille and Shuro fell for her…”
Kiki’s eyes narrowed. Was that…jealousy?
“Not that I ever had any feelings for her, I’m just saying she’s always been so strong and kind,” Namari amended hastily. “So it’s hard to see her so listless. …And I feel like I should…well, if she can’t travel right now, I shouldn’t get to go gallivanting off somewhere.”
“You’re acting like you’re responsible for her. Are you feeling guilty about leaving?”
Kiki sure cut to the quick. "I don’t regret my choice," Namari said forcefully. "I did what I had to do. But.. I wonder sometimes. If I had been there, would they have been able to get to the dragon before it digested her? Would it have saved her from going through all that hell? Seeing what happened to her, how she’s struggling now, it rattled me. I wonder if she resents me."
Namari lowered her eyes, drawing a circle in the condensation on the table with her index finger. She couldn't look st Kiki. The last thing she wanted to see was her pity.
“From the brief time I met her—and from how you all describe her—it doesn’t seem like she’d resent you.” Kiki’s voice was the same as ever, a ripple in a calm lake. Namari looked at her and saw her expression wasn’t pitying or annoyed. She just looked like she was mulling it all over.
“No…none of them seen to resent me, even Marcille. But still…Falin knows I abandoned her. She might understand and accept it, but I wonder if it hurts her, deep down…” She trailed off. She new she was being pathetic she was being pathetic,
Kiki studied Namari's face, her eyes searching
“Remember when Kaka and I told you about how our clan abandoned us at an inn when we were children?”
Namari blinked at the sudden topic change, but said, “Yes, of course”
“Kaka resents them for that. But I don’t. I’m honestly grateful.”
“Huh?” As always, Namari couldn’t figure out if Kiki was joking or not.
Kiki’s mouth quirked and she tilted her head. A bit of hair fell over her eye in a way that made Namari's heart flutter.
“I remembered how they looked, their cheeks hollowed, their eyes sunken. They were starving, yet they always tried to give Kaka and me a good meal. So I was grateful that they left us. If they hadn’t, I would have had to watch them suffer, watch them die. I hated being a burden.” Kiki’s smiled disappeared, and Namari saw her hands shake ever so slightly against the table. She wanted so badly to reach out and hold that hand, to tell her it was all okay. But she knew Kiki wouldn’t appreciate being interrupted.
Kiki breathed in deeply. “But by leaving us at the inn, they gave us a chance. A chance for something better. Because they did that, I had a chance to meet Grandma and Grandpa. And that’s what I’m the most grateful for.” Her expression softened, the warmth returning to her face.
Namari smiled. She loved how Kiki looked at even the darkest moments with love and empathy. It made her want to let go of her cynicism.
` ”So,” Kika said, tossing her hair. “If Falin’s really the person you say she is, I’m sure she feels the same way. She’s grateful that you didn’t drown in debt for her sake, she’s grateful she didn’t didn't have to see you suffer and lose everything for her. She doesn’t want to be your burden.”
Namari’s eyes burned. Falin had said something like that—“I’m so glad you were able to find such a great party to work for, Namari. You seem so happy! And you helped my brother and the rest a lot, from what I hear! Thank you!"But Namari had been sure she was just forcing her real feelings down. But hearing it from Kiki…for some reason, that made her believe it.
“And also…” Kiki leaned forward, her face so close to Namari’s that her hot breath tickled Namari’s nose. “I’m personally very grateful you left the party. Because that’s how I got to meet you. And I wouldn’t trade that for anything.”
Namari swallowed. She was sure her face was as red as a tomato. But she wasn’t going to let that stop her. It was time to say it.
“There’s actually another reason I’ve been procrastinating on leaving. It’s…because I don’t want to leave you behind.”
“Oh, don’t worry about that,” Kiki said casually. “I’ve decided to leave the family business and strike out on my own. And I’d love to travel with you.”
“You…what?’
“I’ve been thinking of it for a while and talking about it with the family. I told them all yesterday. I want to try new things, see what I can do on my own. Kaka’s going to stay with them, he’s never been interested leaving out grandparents. It’s going to be…really hard being separated from him. We’ve been together our whole lives. But I think that’s why I need to do this.I want to find out who I am without him. Take my own path. Grandpa and Grandma were very supportive. I’ll miss all of them, but it’s not like I can’t visit…”
All of this tumbled out of Kiki’s mouth in a rush, so it took a second for Namari to process it. But when she finally did, her heart burst with joy. Her face lit up with what she was sure was the dopiest smile, but she did her best to keep her voice even.
“Do you know what you want to do?”
“I did a short apprenticeship of a trading company when I was younger, and I loved meeting different people from all over, so maybe that. But one thing I really want to do is…be by your side at least a little bit longer.” She looked down nervously, eyelashes fluttering.
Namari reached out and took Kiki’s hand at last. It was soft and smooth, so much smaller than hers, but still strong. “I want that too,” Namari murmured. “And I also want to kiss you until you’re as dizzy as I am.”
At that invitation, Kiki threw herself across the table. She barely avoided knocking Namari’s beer over as she swung her legs around to sit on her lap. Namari put her arms around her, she bent down, and they kissed hungrily, ceaselessly, with bottomless desire. Kiki tugged at Namari's wrist and Namari gladly accepted the invitation, running her hand greedily up Kiki's thigh, feeling the strong muscle underneath, gripping it harder as their kiss deepened.
Whoops and cheers explored around them. When they finally separated, they saw several tavern patrons were watching them. And the table was a little wobbly. Oops.
“Let’s get out of here before we break something. We can do that in my bedroom instead.” Namari murmured.
“Sounds good. And if we stop by my house first, I can bring some leg pouches to put on in front of you,” Kiki teased.
“You really are the perfect woman,” Namari breathed, trembling with anticipation.
So they walked off arm and arm into the night, Namari leaving behind her worries and fears. There was no point in looking back anymore. She and Kiki had just started a new journey together.
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Flames Unveiled (Chapter 7- Blue and Black) Aegon II Targaryen X (Bastard Velaryon) Reader X Aemond Targaryen
Summary: After six years living away from Kings Landing, you and your family are summoned back, for reasons unknown. Your mother, Rhaenyra, has different plans for you. You swore to always protect your family, but at what cost?
Warning: References to / semi/sexual content (18+), injuries, cursing, drinking, fights, angst
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Y/N Velaryon was a very stubborn girl. Her tongue was as sharp as Valyrian Steel; once angered, she would spit fire like a dragon.
The night Daemon caught her outside the Keep, she knew she would be in trouble. She thrashed and bit, trying to wiggle out of his grip, but to no avail.
While she and Aegon were in the tavern in Flea Bottom, the gold cloaks alerted Daemon of their leaving, prompting him to rally enough loyal men to try and find her.
Daemon was genuinely relieved he found her before anyone else could, but he knew she would not listen to him. He awoke Rhaenyra before he left, and she remained in Y/N's chamber until Daemon brought her back.
"What were you thinking?" Rhaenyra grabbed her daughter's face, yelling loud enough everyone could hear her from Dorne to the Wall.
"Let go!" Y/N slurred. "Aegon is still out there."
Rhaenyra pinched her cheeks, glaring daggers at her eldest child, while Daemon spoke, "He was found moments after you. It doesn't make going out to Flea Bottom any less dangerous. You saw how quickly you two were separated."
Y/N bit her cheek, unable to speak. Tears burned at the corners of her eyes as she finally croaked out, "I'm sorry."
"You're sorry? I have half a mind to cancel everything!" Rhaenyra snapped but then took a deep breath, holding her stomach. "But... it is far too late."
Y/N beamed, "Thank you, Mother. I will never do it again."
"You are right, you won't. You are to stay in your chamber until the guests arrive. You will remain here, and the guards will watch over all passageways," Rhaenyra said, smiling and softly rubbing her daughter's hair.
During that same night, a drunken Aegon was cornered by his brother. His personal guard found him, luckily without alerting his mother, but he was thrown into his chambers and locked in.
He sat muttering to himself when the door to his chambers opened. He didn't move, only poured himself another goblet of wine and downed it in one go.
"Aegon," Aemond's voice was flat, noting the blood on his hands. "What has happened?"
Aegon sucked in air through his teeth. "Who else knows?"
Aemond didn't speak for a moment, taking in the state of his older brother. "No one. I was... out when I heard the commotion."
Aegon tilted his head back, "Did they find Y/N?"
At the mention of her name, Aemond froze, his face burning after hearing her name from his brother's lips. "Y/N?"
Another sip of his wine, Aegon licked his lips, "We were down there. The crowd... we got separated."
Aemond stood frozen, "They must've found her."
Aegon nodded slightly before feeling a strike behind his head, "What was that for?"
"You took her out there. Did you not think if someone were to see? Did you consider the scandal?"
Aegon chuckled, pointing his finger, "Scandal. What exactly happened in that carriage earlier today? Or were you just trying to make a big show?"
Aemond clenched his jaw, smirking slightly before backing out of the room, but not before adding, "You're lucky I showed up and not Mother."
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Lyrax roared as he soared around the Keep, the town teeming with carriages. Despite the nearing midday sun, you showed no inclination to land.
On the day your confinement ended, you left without a word early in the morning. Aware of the impending trouble with your mother upon her discovery, today was a day you chose not to care.
"All those people down there," you pointed, "Are here for me. I won't be able to see you for the next few days, Lyrax."
Lyrax cooed in understanding as you spoke, comprehending every word. The roads leading to the Keep were blocked from Kings Landing to as far as Lyrax could fly.
A glint of light seized your attention, someone reflecting the sun's rays on your dragon.
"Gīda, Lyrax." You steadied his body, sitting upright, trying to locate the source of the light. Squinting, you found the reflection originating from a tower within the Keep.
Seizing the reins, you leaned down to guide Lyrax toward the Keep. Lords and ladies gazed skyward in wonder as Lyrax roared while passing them, circling around the Keep.
Everyone gawked at Lyrax, understanding the honor of being the first to see the Princess before the celebrations.
"Lyrax, Dracarys." You smiled, feeling him vibrate, turning away from the crowd as he spewed flames into the sea. The warmth on your cheeks hinted at the impending stern talk your mother would have upon your return, yet the crowd below cheered.
Observing the overhead sun casting its rays, you realized the stress had taken its toll. Your plans upon landing involved bathing, donning fine silk attire, perfecting your hair, and behaving as a proper lady. Your head spun, compelling you to rest against the saddle, shading your eyes with your arm. "Gīda, Lyrax. I'm going to... rest my eyes."
As you awoke, the sky was awash in pink and orange hues. Lyrax continued his steady flight, circling Kings Landing multiple times. Panic surged as you realized how late you would be.
"Shit! Shit, Lyrax. The feast should start within the hour, and I'm... shit!" You cried out, seizing the reins and guiding Lyrax to the dragon pit. Despite your urgency, Lyrax seemed to prolong his landing, circling the pit, much to your dismay, perhaps reveling in a bit of torment.
Thankfully, a carriage stood nearby, guarded by a sentinel. "Princess, shouldn't you be at the Keep by now?"
Your glare could cut stone. "I should be, but that won't happen if this carriage doesn't move." You took a seat, feeling the sudden jolt as it began to roll along the cobblestone road. Your leg bounced harshly against the seat until the carriage abruptly stopped.
"What's going on? Why have we stopped?" You peered out the window to see a line of halted carriages. "No! Shit, shit!"
You clambered out of the carriage in haste, ignoring the guard's shouts to return. Waiting would make you horribly late. Adrenaline surged as you leaped over crates, stumbling against walls, and unintentionally startling horses. Your legs carried you from the Dragon Pit to the Red Keep within minutes, a feat you could scarcely believe you accomplished without becoming ill.
Hurrying up the Keep's stairs, you were met with smiles and murmurs from lords and ladies alike. "Princess."
"Sister!" Jace's voice echoed through the halls to your chamber. "Why aren't you ready?"
You let out a shaky breath, turning as you continued walking towards your chambers. "I lost track of time."
Jace chuckled, "Well, you'd better hurry, you only have-"
"I'll see you in the Great Hall, brother!" You called out anxiously, swiftly finding your doorknob and slipping into your chamber.
Mara stood near the tub, her arms crossed, and her hair secured under a scarf. "Where have you been? The bath's gone cold, and we don't have enough time to do your hair! Seven hells, you smell of dragon!"
You began to discard your clothes. "I understand, Mara, and I'm just as anxious as you are."
On your bed lay your dress. You eyed it briefly before sinking into the frigid tub. Mara secured your hair to keep it dry, then meticulously scrubbed you with lavender soaps and oils, almost scrubbing your skin raw. After helping you out of the tub, she gently applied lavender lotions before assisting you in dressing.
The dress, adorned in House Velaryon's signature colors of silver and aquamarine, was a sight to behold. As Mara slipped it on, deftly tightening the back, you examined its front. The off-the-shoulder design featured tight sleeves cascading into a flowing cape-like effect. Its sweetheart neckline and the intricate silver and white embroidery on the sleeves and bodice added a regal touch. Image at the bottom of page, just ignore the crown)
Seated for your hair brushing, Mara skillfully twisted the front strands, forming them into a braided bun while allowing the rest of your waves to fall gracefully down your back. As she placed earrings in your ears, a tear formed in her eye.
"You look like... a true princess."
You managed a smile, though the realization of being late made your heart dip.
In the Great Hall, everyone was seated, engaged in conversations, their eyes periodically shifting towards the imposing wooden doors. The King, with a smile alternating between his table and an empty chair beside his daughter Rhaenyra, observed the room. Rhaenyra leaned in to whisper to Daemon, her face etched with worry as she tenderly rubbed her swollen stomach. Across the table, Aegon was nearing tipsiness, swiftly downing another glass of wine. Aemond, nursing his drink, leaned back in his chair, his gaze fixed on the door. Despite his confusion over the grand event being thrown in your honor, he bit his tongue and waited.
The music softly played, serving as a background to the anxious ears and eyes that awaited the commotion behind the door between you, your handmaiden, and the guards.
"Yes, I know I'm late! The dress is fine, I'm fine. Hands, hands!" The door creaked open, revealing you clutching your skirts, finally releasing them. The room's collective gaze made your stomach flip, prompting you to briskly make your way toward the table by the Iron Throne.
The Queen smiled down at you as you approached, as did your mother. Rhaenyra rose from her seat, followed by Daemon and your brothers, Jace and Luke attempting to conceal their smirks, albeit unsuccessfully.
On the opposite side, you noticed Aegon and Aemond. Aegon stood, raising his glass with a tormentor's smirk plastered on his face. Helaena stood beside him, clapping and smiling as you drew near. By this time, everyone was standing, yet Aemond rose to his feet last, wearing a smirk that differed greatly from his brother's, though you couldn't quite decipher it.
Moving around the table, the silence felt oppressive; your heels clicked as you approached your grandsire, planting a kiss on his cheek before turning to your mother and doing the same to her. As you settled into your seat, everyone followed suit, leaving only the King standing.
"Let me express my gratitude to all of you for traveling great distances to join in these celebrations. We are truly blessed to have Princess Y/N back with us after her prolonged stay on Dragonstone. Today, on her nameday, my daughter Rhaenyra, Princess of Dragonstone and heir to the Iron Throne, plans to honor her daughter by naming her after Princess Y/N, thus recognizing her as the heir once she and I have passed on."
Your cheeks flushed as applause filled the room, accompanied by a reassuring squeeze from your mother. Observing the table, you noted various reactions: your aunt's joy, your uncles' apparent lack thereof, and an unexpected shift in the Queen's demeanor. Her expression turned grave, her eyes darkened momentarily as she struggled to put on a smile.
"May these upcoming days bring us joy and excitement! Let the feast commence!"
Steaming platters of ham, chicken, goose, duck, along with an assortment of potatoes and vegetables were served. You filled your plate, though your appetite didn't match the eagerness in your eyes. The music filled the room with life, yet it lacked the raw vibrancy of the music in Flea Bottom.
"You look stunning, my dear," Rhaenyra smiled, her hand resting on yours.
"Thank you, Mother. I'm truly grateful for this." You moistened your lips before spearing a piece of meat with your fork. Shifting in your seat, you turned to your grandsire. "Thank you, Grandsire. This exceeds anything I could have expected."
He smiled, revealing missing teeth as he spoke, "Anything for the future heir."
Not 'granddaughter,' but 'heir.' Your breath caught, and you hastily reached for your glass of wine, draining it in one go.
"Princess," a lord ascended the stairs, bowing before addressing you, "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."
You returned the smile, "Likewise..."
"Arnold Arryn," he introduced himself with a wry smile.
"Arnold Arryn," you echoed, maintaining your smile. He was a handsome man, with dark brown hair and fair features.
"It would please me greatly if, during my stay in King's Landing, you would accompany me for a stroll?"
"That would be delightful," you replied, hoping for a moment's peace to enjoy your meal. However, more men began lining up behind him. The next hour felt excruciating as you continued smiling and were introduced to lords of the realm and their sons. People gathered on the dance floor, laughing and cheering as the dance continued. You remained seated, sipping your wine, smiling as an elderly man tried to flatter you with compliments.
"Excuse me, sir." You rose from your seat, pacing around the table toward the outskirts of the dance floor. Men and women whirled around, their faces lit up with joy. You smiled along with them, content to stand aside and observe rather than join in the festivities.
"Princess..." A man appeared at your side, his voice gruff yet inviting.
"My lord." You smiled, keeping your gaze fixed on the dancers.
"Would you honor me with a dance?" He offered his hand, his gray eyes meeting yours. You noticed his height, his muscular build, his shoulder-length hair pulled back into a half-up ponytail. His neatly shaved face sported a hint of stubble.
You lifted your hand, which he took, leading you to the center of the dance floor. The musicians began a new tune, and everyone readied themselves for the first beat. You struggled to recall the dance steps, focusing on where to place your feet, how high to hold your arms, where your gaze should wander... but you couldn't overlook your dance partner.
Aemond quickly noticed your absence. His eyes trailed the flow of your dress as you danced, noticing your smile, your radiant smile as you twirled with your partner.
Aegon sat immersed in his cups, his head resting on his left hand while he held a wine glass in his right, his gaze fixed on the dance floor. Unwillingly dragged into the event by his mother, he seethed silently. Helaena sat beside him, observing the cheerful crowd until Jace approached and extended his hand to her, leaving Aegon isolated.
Downing another glass of wine, he surveyed the dance floor, catching sight of you. He watched with a mixture of amusement and a suppressed laugh, unsure of the source of his amusement.
"So, who do I have the pleasure of dancing with?" You hummed, meeting the man's stormy grey eyes.
"Cregan Stark, Princess. It is a pleasure," he smirked, causing you to misstep slightly. "Did that surprise you?"
Flustered, you attempted to hide the blush on your face. "Stark... you've come all the way from Winterfell?"
Cregan chuckled. "Indeed. It was quite the journey. I've never ventured this far south." He placed his hands at your waist, executing a dance move before stepping back, concluding the sequence.
"Then I hope you enjoy your stay," you turned to face away from him, speaking over your shoulder. "I'd be delighted to show you around."
"I would be grateful for that, Princess." His eyes locked onto yours as the song neared its end. Bowing, he kissed your hand. "I will let you enjoy your feast. Until tomorrow, my Princess."
Your cheeks blushed a rosy color when he walked away. Turning back to your family's table, you sought a glass of wine to ease your nerves. As you sipped, a voice drew your attention.
"Are you enjoying yourself, niece?" Aemond hummed, circling the table to stand behind you.
You swallowed your wine. "Of course. Everyone seems to be having fun..." Your gaze shifted to Helaena and Jace dancing, their laughter faintly audible.
Aemond nodded. "You had the pleasure of meeting many lords in Westeros."
Another gulp of wine caused you to cough. "Some were pleasurable, some not so much. There were quite a few older men who attempted... The night is still young."
"Indeed, it is..." You felt his gaze linger on you, slowly scanning you from head to toe. Goosebumps formed on your skin as you placed your glass down, turning to face him.
"What of you? Are you not having fun?" Your voice was laced with amusement, walking closer to him, playing into his game.
His voice was barely a whisper, "More than most."
His comment made you tilt your head, following his gaze to his brother. Aegon, by this point, had indulged far too much, nearly slumped over the table.
"Oh, Seven Hells. Did you not think to take him to his chambers?" You glanced at Aemond, waiting for a response before sighing, "If he stays here, he'll cause a scene. If you won't take him, I will."
Aemond attempted to intervene, but you had already marched over to Aegon's side. His lips were stained a pinkish red, his eyes darkened, his hair a mess. "What?"
"You're drunk," you stated matter-of-factly, trying to help him up from his chair. "I'm taking you somewhere else."
Aegon snorted, "Somewhere else. And where might that be, dear niece? A quiet hallway? The courtyard? My chambers? Yours?"
Your hand slid under his armpit, feeling his weight bearing down on you. Despite the scene, no one seemed to pay attention, the King and Queen observing from the sidelines, while your mother and Daemon danced at the center.
"Do not make this difficult," you muttered, scanning for Aemond, but he wasn't in sight. You had to handle this yourself. "Aegon, walk."
He stumbled under his weight, gripping onto your shoulder and waist, the smell of wine heavy on his breath. "You'll miss your festivities."
There was no denying you'd miss out, but staying in the room was becoming suffocating. After dancing with Cregan Stark, you craved solitude, yet here you were, escorting your drunken uncle to his chambers.
"Please, Uncle, walk up the stairs. I can't carry you," you huffed, as he dropped to the ground with a thud.
"You dropped me," he said flatly, pushing himself up unsteadily. You stood behind him, making sure he didn't tumble down the steps. Once you reached the landing, he leaned on you again.
Silence filled the corridor, the distant strains of music from the Great Hall vibrating through the floors and walls. You sighed as Aegon slumped against the wall near his chambers.
"Aegon, just a bit further..."
"Why are you here?" Aegon finally spoke, venom spewing from his lips.
"You were drunk—"
"No. Why are you here?" Aegon's drunkenness turned to anger. "You have hundreds of people down there, yet you are here with a drunk."
"Yes, I am here with a drunk. I chose to get you out before you did something that would—"
"You are not my caretaker. You do not need to take care of me like I am a child." Aegon sneered, walking to his room while clutching the wall.
"Then stop acting like one!" You slammed him against the door to his room; your annoyance with him reached its peak. Aegon glared at you as if you had lost your senses. Maybe you had, but his violet eyes turned dark, and his hands gripped your shoulders, spinning you around. Your back collided with his door, and you reached for the doorknob, opening it as he stumbled in.
"Go to bed, Aegon," you demanded, glaring at him as he struggled to stand.
"See, you're a natural," he pointed his finger at you, "Named the heir to the throne, and you're already so good at demanding people to do things."
You let out a pathetic laugh, "Is that was this is about? You're jealous?"
"Jealous?" He laughed, almost too loud, "I will never, be jealous of you. This is just another weight lifted off of me."
Your jaw clenched as he spoke. "I think you are jealous. Jealous that my mother, a woman, surpassed you. That I surpassed you." With each word, you walked closer, your voice carrying a cruel and hurtful edge. You watched Aegon's face contort when you finished.
His fists clenched and unclenched, "You're right. I was surpassed by a whore and a bast-"
Your hand stung from the force of the slap as you watched in horror. Aegon merely tilted his head to the side before advancing closer. You swung again, but he seized your hand, gripping it firmly. Thrashing and shoving him to the ground, both of you exchanged curses and obscenities, the music from below masking the escalating altercation.
You swatted at him, straddling him on the ground, angry tears filling your eyes as your slaps slowed down and Aegon's resistance ceased. Panting, both of you remained there, disheveled with hair awry, Aegon's cheeks now reddened from the slaps. Your body trembled with anger as you peered down at Aegon, his hands resting at his sides after freeing your wrists.
The silence between you was oddly calming, both attempting to catch your breath, eyes fixed on each other. Suddenly, in a swift movement, Aegon sat up, and you braced yourself for another strike, but instead, his lips forcefully met yours.
Without hesitation, you responded, your hands finding their way to his face and neck as his grasped at your hair and neck. This kiss differed from the one with Aemond; with him, it had been soft and gentle, but with Aegon, it felt as if both of you were starved, clinging to each other for survival.
Aegon's left hand rested at the back of your neck, while the other slid to your waist, squeezing gently. Your fingers tugged at his hair, eliciting a muted groan that vanished into the kiss. Eventually, you both pulled away, a thin strand of saliva lingering between you.
You didn't understand this feeling, different from what you felt with Aemond. Was it anxiety or just raw desire? All you knew was that it felt wrong, yet it also felt oddly right, despite both of you being intoxicated.
"Y/N..." Aegon's voice was slow, almost disbelieving, his hand leaving your neck to graze your lips.
"Aegon..." Your cheeks flushed as you felt something twitch underneath you, "I... I must go..."
You slowly disentangled yourself from him, both feeling a sense of dissatisfaction, trying to compose yourself as you staggered in your steps. Aegon stayed on the ground, watching you leave and close the door behind you.
Leaning against the door, you exhaled in frustration. Hot tears streaked down your cheeks as you punched your legs, aggravated by your actions. It was more upsetting that it had felt so right.
You didn't want to return to the Great Hall, but you knew you had to. Wiping away your tears, you descended the stairs, the music growing louder as you walked past the hall that led to the room.
A hand seized your arm, dragging you into a corridor. "Skoriot emagon ao issare, niece?" Where have you been?
Looking up at the one-eyed man, you exhaled. "Nyke jorrāelatan naejot gūrogon nykeā jelevre." I needed to take a breath.
Aemond hummed, lowering his head as he spoke, "I thought you left for good..."
Your heart quickened as he approached. "I was going to come back..."
"Good... I was starting to worry Aegon might've done something to you..." He paused before leaning in to kiss you. You hesitated, your mind racing. Just moments before, you had been with Aegon, his touch lingering, and now Aemond was here.
He pulled back, his expression unreadable. “What's wrong?”
“Nothing…” Your voice faltered, “It’s just…”
Before you could finish, Aemond leaned in again, but you pulled away, your lip trembling as his eye darkened. “What?”
The music drowned out the sharpness in his tone, but you caught the undertone of his upset. His grip on your bicep was tight enough to convey a message, but it wouldn't leave a mark.
“I just… I want to go back inside,” you lied, a terrible attempt, but Aemond didn't seem interested in contesting it. He kissed your forehead before turning away, his footsteps lost in the rhythm of the drums.
You paused before stepping through the grand doors, your absence unnoticed amidst the lively crowd. Everyone was either dancing or engrossed in conversation. Finally among them, you took a breath and made your way into the crowd.
“Daughter…” Daemon's voice emerged from behind, "Skorkydoso iksos aōha bantis fairing?" How is your night fairing?
“Wonderful, Daemon.” You smiled, attempting to mask your concerned look. It seemed to work, as Daemon didn't seem to notice your flushed appearance or the disheveled state of your hair.
“You know, your mother has been looking for you for some time…” Daemon chuckled, prompting you to turn. “She is at the table.”
Across the Great Hall sat Rhaenyra, absently picking at the array of fruits before her. With a nod to your stepfather, you made your way toward Rhaenyra.
You plucked a grape from the table, popping it into your mouth before speaking, "Mother."
Rhaenyra hummed in acknowledgment. "Your brother was looking for you."
Your gaze flitted to the dancefloor, where Jace was still engrossed in the dance with Helaena.
"Not that brother," Rhaenyra chuckled before a kick at the back of your kneecap sent you stumbling. Luke emerged, laughing like a madman.
"Luke! You nearly made me fall!" You attempted to lunge at him, but your mother intercepted, pulling Luke away from your reach.
"Luke, why don't you dance with your sister?" Rhaenyra suggested, earning a groan from Luke.
"What? You don't think I'm a good dancer? I'm way better than you," you teased, playfully shoving him onto the crowded dancefloor.
Luke's face drained of color as the music began, causing him to stumble over his feet and accidentally step on your gown. You grinned, unbothered by the mishap, grabbing his forearm and starting a series of side jumps as the music intensified. Luke joined in, laughing as both of you nearly tripped, his hands flailing while laughter filled the air.
Everyone took an interest in both of you, all smiles as the siblings danced sloppily, laughing and spinning each other around. Jace and Helaena joined closer, and as the night wore on, everyone smiled while the children and grandchildren of the crown danced, thus concluding the first night of your name day celebration.
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A Lark Among the Wolves and Dragons:
Chapter 1
You made it. It took a few months, but the moment you saw land that was the Continent you've grown up in, you couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief along with a sense of homecoming.
Despite this temporary moment of bliss, you were not quite out of the woods just yet. You needed to find someone, and you needed this person's help.
Once the ship finally docked at the port in Oxenfurt, you eagerly walk off the ship and run to the nearest tavern where you knew a certain someone would be there entertaining the regular patrons.
Sure enough you saw your brother playing the lute, singing while wooing some of the ladies who were sipping from glasses of wine.
It was different from the crowds you were entertaining prior to sailing back to the Continent; back in a foreign land where your songs and ballads had caught the attention of a certain foreign prince with long silver locks and violet eyes.
------------flashback: Westeros, King's Landing----------------
In the land of Westeros, you found yourself in King's Landing, making a name for yourself in various taverns and occasional brothels. Your ballads of a Continent to the near east, a land of magic, monsters, monster hunting mutants, and elves and dwarves had garnered the interest of the locals in the city.
While you didn't quite achieved the level of fame your brother back home had, it was enough to keep a roof over your head and food on the table.
One evening you had a gig at a heavily frequented pleasure house on the street of Silk. You stood before the crowd, which strangely enough, consisted of soldiers of the City Watch this night, many were already drunk on barrels of cheap wine and seeking temporary pleasure from the working girls and men.
You ignore the debauchery surrounding you, tune your lute, and sing to the patrons a love song in the elven tongue. You knew the patrons and workers wouldn't understand the words, but they were captivated by the beauty of the language. Unbeknown to you at this time, your angelic voice had just attracted the attention of a certain patron whose exploits and brutality were well known throughout King's Landing, especially in this part of town.
As soon as you finished, the audience clapped and cheered, a few of them asking for more. Much as you wanted to keep the show going, you needed a break and some watered down wine to lube your vocal cords before continuing.
You disappeared in the back, checking yourself in the mirror, not paying attention to anyone else coming in.
"You have a beautiful voice," you hear a masculine voice behind you. Startled you turn back to possibly confront whoever it was.
Your eyes widen when you face the man before. Long silver blonde hair, violet eyes and a handsome face.
"Uh, thank...you," you say, not knowing what else you could say. The man smirk, almost like he was on some kind of hunt and he was close to catching his prey.
You had yet to determine if you were the prey in question.
"What was the language you were in singing in?" he questions, approaching you. "It' was in Elder speech," you explain, "the language of the elves, I'm not sure you've ever seen one before." "Can't say that I have." "They're not much different from humans," you continue, "but they have pointed ears and have longer life spans." "Interesting," the man says, "perhaps I should have a chance to come across one if you took me to your lands."
You tilted your head a bit at that comment, "I know you're not from Westeros," the man explains, stepping closer and placing a hand on your cheek, "your accent gives it away. Nor are you from the Free Cities. Tell me, Little Lark, where is your home?"
You stared into his eyes, surprised by how warm his hand was. Your mind was blank for a brief moment, before you remembered he had asked you a question, "Uh, I'm from this Continent that is a little closer to Westeros," you explain, "it's a land of magic and monsters, even dragons. I uh, I've traveled nearly all over the place before I came here. Redania, Temeria, Kaedwen; I even made some travels to Toussaint and Skellige and Cintra too, but you probably wouldn't have heard of these places."
"No, I suppose not," the man takes his hand away from you, "what is your name, Little Lark?" "(y/n)," you answer, "...what's yours?"
The man raised an eyebrow, realizing you didn't even know who he was. Everyone in the Seven Kingdoms knew of Daemon of House Targaryen, brother to King Viserys, heir to the Iron Throne, rider of the dragon Caraxes, Commander of the City Watch, and the Rogue Prince.
Daemon merely looked at you, small smile on his face.
"I look forward to your next performance, (y/n)," he chuckled as he turned his back and left.
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When Jaskier had finished his performance in the tavern, he caught a glimpse of you. At first the bard had thought he was seeing things, as it had been nearly two years since last he saw you, his little sister.
But you were still standing amongst the crowd. He makes eye contact with you before disappearing the back.
You follow him.
"Oh my gods, (y/n), is it really you?" Jaskier says, barely to contain the excitement in seeing you after so long. He pulls you into a hug, making a joyful laugh as he did so.
"It's been so long, little sister. We have so much to catch up on." "It's good to see you too, Julian," you admit, feeling a sense a joy you hadn't felt in months now, "I've missed you. How's Geralt doing, by the way?"
Jaskier pulled away at the mention of the witcher's name, "Ah, who knows," he shrugs, "Last I heard, he finally took responsibility for his child surprise. I'm not sure if you heard what happened in Cintra." "I still managed to get some updates on the happenings on the Continent from Westeros," you tell him, "It'll be nice to see Geralt again. Maybe he can help me with..."
"...help you with what?" Jaskier frowns, noticing the change in your facial expression, "(y/n) what happened? Did something happened to you while you were there?" "Well...kinda, yeah," you nod, "I uh...*sigh*, Jaskier I fucked up. Big time. I need help." "What happened?" your brother asks with concern. "Do you remember when you told me to do as you say, not as you do, especially when it comes to fraternizing with royalty?" you ask back.
"Yes?" Jaskier frowns a little, not sure about where this was going. "I kinda did the opposite," you admit, pulling your cloak back to reveal a swollen belly, making Jaskier's eyes pop out in realization, "(y/n), you're...uh, wow, uh, okay, this is happening. I'm going to be an uncle, this is...this is exciting. But wait, (y/n), who's....who's the father?"
"That's why I need help," you sigh, feeling shame from your current situation, "I can't raise this baby alone, and...I can't let the father know about this little one's existence."
"Wait, why?" Jaskier frowns in confusion, "why can't the father know?" "Jaskier please-" "Did...did he hurt? Did he hurt my sister?" "Jaskier!" you speak up in a serious tone, "I can't. Please, this is important. If he knew, if anyone in his family knew, it wouldn't end well for this child. I just know it. Please, help me out."
Jaskier took a deep breath, still clearly upset at the idea that someone could've possibly abused you or worse, but he speaks, "alright. Yes, we'll get through this. Don't you worry, (y/n), everything is going to be alright. What do you need me to do?"
"I need to find a place to raise this child," you tell him, "someplace safe that no man can easily get to. A place that can be well guarded if need be."
Jaskier thinks on it, "I think I might know a place like that."
-------flashback: King's Landing-----------
The following morning back in King's Landing, you were in your room, breaking your fast with some eggs, bacon, and a jug of goat's milk when you heard a knock at your door.
You go to answer to find a young lad on the other side with a scroll that contained the king's seal.
"Can I help you?" you ask. The lad hands you the scroll, "a summons from His Grace Viserys, King of the Andals, the Rhoenar, and the First Men," the lad says, "and Lord of the Seven Kingdoms."
"A message from the king?" you raise an eyebrow, "to little ole' me. What an honor."
You read the message, your eyes slowly widen as you did so.
Apparently today was the king's daughter, Princess Rhaenyra's nameday. There was to be a feast of celebration this evening to honor the princess, and you were personally summoned by the king to perform in front of the royal family.
"This, uh, wow, this is quite an honor. Inform His Grace I shall not disappoint."
When evening came around, you dressed in your best outfit, lute in one hand, and your other hand carrying several ballads you had just composed as tribute to the princess.
You came to the Red Keep, showing the guards your invitation and they permitted you inside.
Once inside, you familiarize yourself with your surroundings. Lords and Ladies from all over seem to have ventured all this way to celebrate the princess's nameday and to pay respects to the royal family.
You found yourself wondering if this was similar to what your brother encountered that one time he was invited to play in Cintra for Princess Pavetta's engagement banquet.
The time finally came for the royal family to make their appearance at the front of table. First to be announced was King Viserys and his wife Aemma, followed by their daughter the Princess Rhaenyra.
You could sweat start to buildup; you were summoned here to preform for the princess and her family, it was important you impress them.
You tune your lute as the family took their seats. Once everyone else had been seated you approach the royal families' table, curtsying as you did so, "Your Grace," you nod to the King, "Your Grace," you say to the Queen, "Princess," you say to Rhaenyra.
"Who is this?" you hear Viserys question, clearly confused by your presence. "My name is (y/n), your Grace," you explain, confused by his confusion, "I was summoned here to perform for the princess's name day." "I don't...quite recall summoning a troubadour to perform this evening," Viserys admits, making some of the nobles exchange looks. "I was summoned," you insist, pulling out the scroll, "a messenger brought this to me. It contains the king's seal."
Viserys gestures for you to approach and hand you the scroll. He unrolls it to read it, "it does contain my seal," he admits, "but I do no recall commanding the scribes to write this."
"That's because I had the scribes write it," you hear a familiar voice behind you. You turn to see it was the same silver blonde man that had approached you the night before, as handsome and arrogant as he was, "forgive me, brother, I meant for this to be surprise. This young woman's voice and talent were a gift from the gods. I could not think of a gift better suited for the princess on her name day."
You briefly turn to the king, the back to Daemon, now realizing exactly who this man is.
Viserys concealed his ire at the fact his own brother went behind his back and carried out orders in his name, especially for something as petty as bringing one of his...companions to court. However the king was not about to cause a scene and start anything tonight, this was his daughter's day after all.
Sensing her father's annoyance, Rhaenyra stood up and spoke to you, "you must be quite talented to have garnered my uncle's interest," she says, "I should like to hear you for myself."
You look at Daemon, who had just taken a seat at the table, smirking from the whole thing, then back to the princess. You take a deep breath, tune your lute and play the song you had composed just this morning.
All while trying your best to conceal the annoyance and humiliation you felt was caused by the man seated on the very end of the table.
-----------End of Flashback: Kaer Morhen---------------------
The witchers that had taken residence in the witcher's keep for the winter were in the dinning hall for breakfast.
Ciri, who had just came to Kaer Morhen little less than a month ago, was scarfing down her food, eager to get started with her training.
"Slow down, girl," Lambert nudges the young girl, "you're going to get sick if you keep wolfing down your food like that." "I can't help it," Ciri says, swallowing whatever she had just eaten, "I want to learn how to fight."
"You have all the time in the world," Coen assured her, "you have all winter in fact."
"Well I want to get started as soon as I can," Ciri says, downing her cup of milk before standing up. She runs to the door, nearly bumping into Eskel on the way.
"Someone's eager to get started," Eskel jokes, joining his brothers and grabbing some bread. "Just wait till the end of the day when she comes back with bruises on her arms and cuts all over," Coen say.
Ciri ran to the keep's main door and opened it right when you were about to knock. "Oh uh, hello," you greet the young girl, "you must be Ciri. I've heard a lot about you." "Uh, who are you?" Ciri asks confused.
The other witchers in the main hall look to you, wondering how a stranger made it to their keep, and in your present condition.
"I'm looking for Geralt," you announce as you walk in, "he wouldn't to be here would he?"
"(y/n)?" you hear the aforementioned white haired witcher walk into the main hall, approaching you. "Hey, Geralt," you greet him, "it's been a long time. Years I'd say."
"It has," Geralt nods when he notices your swelled belly, "what have you been up to, (y/n)?"
"You know this woman?" Eskel asks. "She's Jaskier's sister," Geralt confirms, "looks like you've been up to a lot recently."
"That's a bit of an understatement," you admit.
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"So as you can all see," you say to Geralt and the other witchers at the table, "I uh, I'm expecting." "Was kinda hard not to notice," Lambert mutters, earning a nudge in the rib from Coen.
"So the last few years I've been spending some time overseas," you explain, A little place called Westeros. I spent most of the time there in this city playing songs and ballads at various taverns and brothels before I got in good with some uh, important people, and I ended up catching the attention of a certain person and long story short, we fucked over and over until..." you gesture to your baby bump.
"Does the father know?" Geralt asks. "No," you shake your head, "And I'd like it to stay that way. When I found out I was pregnant, I knew had to get away from that place as fast as I could. So here I am. This child needs to safe place to grow up in, and...this is the safest place I could think of."
"Ah uh, no, no way," Lambert shakes his head, "this is not a fucking nursery. We already have one brat running around this keep, we don't need another." "Lambert!" Geralt scolds, "Of course you can stay, (y/n), if you feel this is the best place to raise your child. Though I could think of more appropriate places."
"This is the best place, trust me on this," you assure, rubbing your bump. Eskel, Coen, and Lambert exchange looks, wondering why you chose Kaer Morhen of all places. Something wasn't quite adding up.
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Once you finished your composed song, you waited in anticipation hoping for approval with the royal family.
There was silence, then the princess Rhaenyra smiled and clapped; her family and the nobles joining in on the applause. You smile back before you begin your next song.
After your performance, you curtsy and move to take a break while the nobles mingle amongst themselves.
You pour yourself a glass of wine and step out on the balcony hoping to have some time to yourself.
That was short lived however when you felt the presence of another individual approach.
"An outstanding performance," you hear Daemon say, goblet of wine in hand as he stood next to you. You turn your gaze, still miffed at the deception.
"My niece speaks highly of you," the prince continues, sipping his wine, "She especially seems to like your ballad of the cursed knight and the Cintran princess."
"Why didn't you tell me who you are?" you ask, "why go through all this subterfuge just to bring me here?" "I don't quite understand what you are talking about, Little Lark," Daemon says, feigning innocence.
You turn to the Rogue Prince, heat in your cheeks from anger, "you humiliated me in there," you tell him, "I was under the impression I was here by order of the king, but it turned out I wasn't. It was you this whole time."
"I wouldn't say you were humiliated," Daemon shrugs, "quite the opposite with the way you wooed the lords and ladies with your siren voice." You scoff in disbelief, not knowing it was possible for someone to be this arrogant, "I don't know what game it is you're playing here, Prince," you say in a low tone, "but I want no part in it."
"I'm playing no games here, Little Lark" Daemon assures, "I merely provided you an opportunity." "Opportunity?" "To curry favor with the royal family and anyone else who may come your way." You look at Daemon, smirk on his handsome face, "should that be the case, I hope I may get to know you better."
You weren't sure if he was serious about what he just told you, but you still didn't want any part of his antics.
"A very generous offer I am sure," you say, "but I do not anticipate staying here longer than than tonight." You sip your way and turn your back on Daemon, "good evening, your Grace."
When you walked back into the ball room, you were approached by Rhaenyra, "you played splendidly this night, (y/n)," the princess compliments, "I shall like you to play for me again." "I supposed I could do one more performance before this night ends," you tell her.
"That's not what I meant," Rhaenyra admits, "I wish for you to stay here and compose songs as my personal bard. I've already spoken with my father on this, and he believes this to be a good idea. You will be well paid for, I promise you that."
Your eyes widen a bit. It was an opportunity of a life time. You also remembered what Daemon had said, and wanted to refuse. But the look on Rhaenyra's face said this wasn't something you refuse the princess, especially since it was her name day.
You were silent for a moment before taking a small bow, "you honor me with this generous offer, princess. I shall play for you till my throat turns raw if you command me to do so."
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“I didn’t even manage to get away,” Vi hisses, trying to pull her wrists free from the pillory they’re locked inside, trying to wriggle her way out of the bondage, but it’s not working. She can’t get the leverage she can when she’s in handcuffs, can’t cut through it like she can rope, can’t do a thing but be here, bent over with her feet flat on the ground behind her. “What are you actually punishing me for?”
“Trying,” rumbles the minotaur who’d pulled her back through the window by her ankle and snatched the bag of pilfered jewellery out of her hands, and rips apart her trousers in one motion of his palms, and then suddenly his cock is sliding into her arse, and she howls at the thrust of it inside her, the slight burn as she’s spread wide and filled, the minotaur’s cock shoving so deep that she feels her belly bulge even before she looks down and cranes her neck to see the lump of the minotaur’s cock inside her.
“Why steal, girl?” the minotaur asks behind her, gripping tightly at her hips with his big, impossibly strong hands and fucking her mercilessly, and suddenly her cock is hard and bouncing underneath her with the force of the bull-man’s thrusts, with the rub of his surprisingly soft fur against her arse and the back of her thighs. “Why not take what will be freely given to you?”
Vi wails and tries to catch her breath as she feels the minotaur plough hard and rough into her guts, and Gods, it feels good, feels so good she can’t conceive of it, knows the minotaur’s cum is rippling through her with that addictive magic that comes with it, setting her skin on fire, making her arse throb, her cock, her tits, all of her.
“How long you gonna be?” asks a voice to the left, and she suddenly thinks about where she is, the pillory set up in the middle of the town square – it’s late at night and the taverns are just beginning to close, and suddenly there are so many great, hulking men coming out into the streets, minotaurs, orcs, trolls, huge dragon men with twin bulges in their leggings, and so fucking many of them are walking her way.
Her cock sputters as she comes hard, her balls drawing up and her cum spattering on the ground beneath her, and the minotaur behind her grunts – she feels the pulse and jerk of his cock inside her, feels his cock thicken and twitch, and then suddenly his cum is pumping into her as she squirms and stands up on her tiptoes and press back into his cock for more.
She’d known—
This town is infamous for things like this, the monstrously big men that live here, each of them with monstrously big cocks, and the pillories lined up in the square for every would-be thief and ne’er-do-well to enjoy the consequences of letting herself be caught.
Much like she had.
Her guts are flooded with it, her belly bulging out beneath her, and she hears the man behind her say, “Finishing up now, she’s all yours.”
“I’ll take the other end,” says the orc. “Keep her from spitting out the gift you’re giving her.”
Her belly feels so heavy and she can feels the splash and rush of all the minotaur’s thick, hot cum within her, feel it slosh inside her guts, feel her belly swing and her cock swing up against it, and before she can say anything her jaw is being opened, and a huge cock is sliding over her tongue and sinking right down her throat and fuck, but it tastes good, it’s good—
The minotaur is out of her arse for barely a second before one of those draconic monsters is shoving her twin cocks into Vi’s arse and forcing her arse even wider, and she’s spitroasted between the two of them, and fuck, fuck—
“Good girl,” rumbles the dragon behind her, gripping her waist to shove Vi down onto her two pricks, and Vi’s scream of pleasure is muffled by the orc cock filling up her throat.
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They can’t all be winners. This is The Phantastical Phantasmagorical Montie Haul Dungeon (1982). The front cover claims not Gamelords as the publisher, but No-Shamelords Unlimited. That gives you an excellent sense of the humor that you will encounter inside.
Like Compleat Tavern, this is a zine-sized book. It presents [deep breath] the Pyramid of Pallapot the Peripatetic, a senile old mage, and is, basically, one big goof in the style of, I dunno, say, those April Fool’s issues of Dragon Magazine I roll my eyes at so hard. I don’t really understand the compulsion RPG folks have for producing stuff like this occasionally, but honestly, I also don’t understand why they almost always leave me cold. RPGs can certainly be funny — Paranoia, Honey Heist and more do it intentionally, and I don’t know a single game I’ve ever run that hasn’t had at least one moment of sidesplitting laughter. But it seems like typing up these sorts of one-of joke modules drains any humor that might have been there out of the proceedings. They remind me of paperback books you’d use to see that would collect one-liner jokes. They try too hard to nail the punchline when really they should just be concentrating on setting up the gags for the players to riff on. Dismaying.
You might doubt me. Here, let me give you an example. One room riffs on Monty Python and the Holy Grail, because of course it does. There’s a black knight you can defeat by hacking to pieces. The twist is that he’s the film’s knight’s younger brother, who is cursed to do everything backwards, like Bizarro, sort of. His actual name is “Knight Black The.” God, that hurt to type out.
Yea, no, I can’t go on.
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