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xenadreamer · 2 months

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The Remastered Dragons as Partners

Oh boy, I recently got my hands on the new Monster Core book and boy do I have thoughts on the new Dragons introduced. I'm excited to see Paizo expand the list- especially for the possibility of Daemonic/Demonic dragons & Nirvana/Elysium dragons. But for fun I decided to ask myself which of the new dragons would be best as a Husband/Wife/Life Partner, and here's what I came up with! enjoy!~

#1 Adamantine Dragons are literally described as Steadfast and Loyal. Once they dedicate themselves to you, they'll never stray from you- they'll be at your side forever.

#2 Empyreal Dragons are wise, considerate, and compassionate, and have boundless patience and understanding. All good traits to have in a romance.

#3 Horned Dragons might seem big, bulky, and monstrous, but they're actually very focused on knowledge and self discipline, and they're apparently very open to speaking with outsiders. A Horned Dragon won't beat around the bush- they'll be up front and honest and tell you what you need to hear. They're also pretty beefy and can probably suplex you or any potential threats to you!

#4 Omen Dragons might not be as available as Adamantine, Empyreal, or Horned dragons, instead you might have to be the one to be by their side. They are hounded by visions of the future constantly, which they feel compelled to share with you. You could use their insight to benefit the both of you, or you could simply ignore the prophecies together with them- and just enjoy the moments you have together. Whichever future you two are together is good enough.

#5 Fortune Dragons. I was tempted to rank them above Omen Dragons, but its situational. Theoretically, a Fortune Dragon could be a great partner- treasuring you as the crowning jewel of their collection. However, Fortune Dragons are also fickle- always looking for something new and original. If you were consistently interesting, they'd stick by you and treasure you. However, if you started to become routine their interest would wane and they'd cheat on you for their next new fling.

#6 Mirage Dragons are the first entry in the 3 I like to call the "emotional abuse" tier. It's hard to rank these 3 because they all sound terrible to have as partners. But Mirage Dragons seem slightly less bad than Conspirator Dragons and Diabolic Dragons. Mirage Dragons are vain and egotistical, and will manipulate you into staying with them or believing something they think is beneficial to them. If you're ready to devote your whole life to worshiping someone, then I suppose you're ready for a Mirage Dragon.

#7 Diabolic Dragons are tyrannical and abusive, but at least they're up front about it. They have a very dominating presence, and will probably force you to convert to worshiping Devils if you aren't already doing so. Sees themselves as an alpha and will try to break your will and corrupt you into a willing servant of Hell.

#8 Conspirator Dragons will not only manipulate, gaslight, and control you- they will delight in doing so. They will lie to you and keep lying to you for no other reason than it thrills them to do so. You do not "date" a Conspirator Dragon- they own you, mind and all, and they will socially engineer you into a doll they can play with whenever it suits them. That's why they're bottom of the tier list.

But what do you think? Would you rank any of the Dragons higher or lower than I did? Feel free to let me know!

#pathfinder #pathfinder second edition #pf2e #pf2e remaster #dragons #adamantine dragons #empyreal dragons #horned dragons #omen dragons #fortune dragons #mirage dragons #diabolic dragons #conspirator dragons #dragon romance

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rosalinesurvived · 1 year

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HOTD 1x07 was where I knew I would be Team Hightower forever. Team Green. I wanted to get my opinions out about That Scene.

Lest we forget, Aegon and Helaena were in the room there. Aemond's eye had been ripped out and nobody gave a fuck. Those children watched their mother, the Queen of Westeros be forced to cry and beg their father for some sort of justice, beg for their Father to give a shit once in their lives. Those three were confronted with the fact that their father not only let the one who ripped out Aemond's eye go free but defend their older sister's mistakes. They had to listen as he threatened to rip out the tongue of people who spoke the truth. The king of Westeros would mute people, his own family who spoke the truth. Imagine what his children would've thought of that? What would Aemond think, who refused to rat on his mother? What would Aegon, with alcoholism already, who had just been blamed by Aemond, screamed at by Viseys and slapped by Alicent think, after he too showed a brother's solidarity for the first time and also refused to tell on her?

For the first time we see a correlation between the Green brothers for their traumatised, gaslit mother against the king in the face of this Injustice. They alongside Helaena realised that in this world they could only trust themselves, as they watched the proof of their mother willingly drawing blood from the Princess for her children. Aemond's step into power here and his calmness sets the way for his role as the family's protector in the future, comforting his mother after she fought for him. You could feel that this was the moment the Green Siblings stepped away from their childhoods, however unwillingly.

#this probably makes no sense #im filled with emotion over them they make me sick #they love each other and they hate each other and theyre the reason their lives are ruined but theyre the only ones who care for each other #their family roles are so wack though like #otto's the grandfather but he's the conspirator and manager so hes almost another father #like his and alicent's fight for aegon in 9 also felt like a marriage spat over their son #aegon and helaena are siblings and married obviously so thats weird and freaky and they have kids #aemond was shoved into maturity too early and hes more ridgid so hes almost like the older brother but also the protector as he has vhagar #and is a master swordsman mirroring criston #and criston and alicent are the image of courtly love and clearly dear to aemond and halaena #hotd #house of the dragon #team green #pro team green #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #aegon ii targaryen #pro alicent hightower #anti viserys i targaryen #otto hightower #helaena targaryen #anti rhaenyra stans #anti rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenyra stans dni

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vv-ispy · 26 days

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given that Decarabian thought his people were in admiration of him when it was actually in fear can you imagine the amount of thinly veiled plans happening right under his nose as support for the rebellion grew. His people can probably converse with each other like "Good to see you, our most skilled bowman. What a fine day it is today. On a beautiful day such as this, the view from north of the tower is magnificant. If you're lucky, you may even be blessed with a clear glimpse of our god during his morning stroll, through the first tower window" and he'd be like 'they love me so much'

#i have thoughts on how venti's early time shaped how he is as a person. god. guy.#and part of it is between the bard being a skilled writer and all the rebellion conspiring against decarabian despite his #tightening of controls #venti picked up a lot about wordplay not only for fun and songs but also double meanings and catching others in their careless words #eg. the lawrence clan going 'hey girl if you beat the dragon you get the keys to the city!'#'she beat the dragon now about those keys to the city?'#i bet there was a lot of picking up things like that for the old mondstadt rebel communication #genshin talk

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draconus-draws · 2 years

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I was talking with @anangelcalledinquisitor on Discord last night and ended up helping come up with a design for their OC Eventide in their fanfic Raising Starlings! I’m very excited to meet this little bean when she appears!

#ocs #fnaf ocs #character design #dragon's fanart #last night's discussions were a lot of fun!#cass your stuff is so good!!!#I'm glad I get to talk shop with you and discord and conspire on how to make your angst angstier.

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p-s-yokubo · 1 year

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Okay so I just checked the stocks of the four different stores that sell lego in my area (and some a ways away from my area) and none of them have rapton sets wtf is happening

#ninjago #ninjago dragons rising #how??? how do they not have them what is going on here #the world is conspiring against me getting rapton #or anything from dragons rising really these places basically have nothing #and it's not even that they're sold out they just haven't even gotten the stock in the first place

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gaygryffindorgal · 1 year

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hphm au; medieval fantasy

prince farrow has been heir to the throne of his father his whole life, because his older sister was kidnapped as a baby. evil forces amass against the kingdom, and it’s up to farrow and his cousin, ser verna, to protect the people.

farrow raeburn as prince farrow, heir apparent to the throne.

viveka raeburn as princess viveka, who has the stronger claim to the throne as the eldest child. she’s been thought dead all these years but now she’s back, and she’s coming for her throne.

verna malinda as ser verna, a knight and a bodyguard of farrow’s. she has become a champion for the kingdom after foiling many attacks by the mysterious ‘R’.

merula snyde as an assassin sent to kill verna but who ends up falling in love with her instead.

patricia rakepick as a member of ‘R’ and the one who has been manipulating viveka into believing her family has betrayed her.

viveka and farrow belong to @potionboy3

#hphm au #this came to me in a dream #farrow raeburn #viveka raeburn #verna malinda #merula snyde #verula #*mine #charlie is like some sort of dragon trainer for the kingdom #and gabriel is viveka's co-conspirator #hphm fantasy au

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crowetesque · 11 months

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Backlog: When I saw art for Don Bluth's scrapped "Beauty and the Beast" adaptation I had to sketch my fave two Wardens in similar dresses because why not. Might do more with these if the ADHD-whims let me.

#dragon age #dragon age origins #dao #warden surana #warden tabris #da fanart #my art #sloppy scribbles #I almost had the chance to meet Don Bluth this summer but circumstances conspired against me #still supremely bummed about that but ah well #derpin age #Byss Surana #Kitty Tabris

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superfluouskeys · 8 months

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Liandrin gives off incredibly gay Meredith Stannard vibes. I think you’d like her, lol.

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ALL RIGHT WELL CONGRATS YOUVE SAID THE MAGIC WORDS IM GONNA WATCH WHEEL OF TIME NOW

#IF YOU HEAR ANY DISTANT WAILING DO NOT WORRY ABOUT THAT #somewhat related i feel that many forces of the universe are conspiring to make me like #extra feral about dragon age again lol #i've been too normal for too long #personal #exciting tag for answered asks #this is great news tbh ive been needing a show in english to watch while i eat

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daftwyrm · 2 years

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My little conspiracy lad, Nymphiod awwwww

His story is that the found out a conspiracy plot about the royalty/ governments of Petriana (fan continent), mostly regarding a secret war alliance with the MushroomWings and NorthWings (fan tribes). How he got to Petriana? Idk. He swam ig

#wings of fire #seawing #dragon #conspirator #art #actual good art #reference #oc #wof ocs #if you want something like this dm me on discord

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seravphs · 1 year

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — KNIGHT! GOJO x PRINCESS! FEM READER

Gojo has devoted his entire life to protecting you as your dedicated guard. A greater force is conspiring to keep you apart.

wc — 3.7k

tags — royal au, childhood friends, forbidden love, protective Gojo, sneaking around/flouting social etiquette, period drama-esque tension between repressed princess and rakish knight, mutually possessive, title from Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen

part 1 of the hand which holds the knife

Everyone knew Satoru Gojo was supposed to be yours.

You claimed him the day you knighted him. He wore your colors and answered to your demands. The physical evidence of your ownership was all over him, the way someone would mark a well loved pet. Even the neck of his jacket carried your embroidery like a collar. To anyone with eyes, he was your adored guard dog.

When all of your memories blur into one stream of consciousness, the day you knighted him remains clear. You remember everything, including your father stealing him out from under you.

You were the only one who truly thought he was ever going to be yours. It was part of the promise you had sworn to each other as children, playing princess and the guard with wooden swords and flower crowns.

Looking back, you can see the gears of court machinations turning. It was no simple coincidence that the only heir to House Gojo ended up in close proximity to you, any more than any other of your introductions to sons of highborn houses.

Gojo has no interest in pretending to be a prince. It was boring for him to be trapped in restricting uniforms complete with epaulets. He found more pleasure in protecting you from danger while you preened in your gilded cage, none the wiser through his efforts. Safe and unaware, the way he liked it. You would never have to know how dangerous the world was if he simply destroyed everything in your path before it got to you.

You didn’t understand the way the adults looked at the two of you. All you knew was that you couldn’t bear to be apart from him. You rose each morning looking for him, and went to bed waiting for the minute you’d be reunited again. He was your whole world, your one and only friend. It was his hand that guided you through childhood adventures. He was the sword and shield that had cut down kidnappers and serpents for you.

The first wedge in your relationship comes with his twelfth birthday.

You chase his back through the years, watching it broaden in front of your eyes. His body changes. His voice drops. The first time you hear it after the pitchy squeaks of puberty clear from his throat, you feel the sickening wrench of something in your stomach. It had never mattered before that Gojo was a man, potentially your betrothed.

Now it burns you to look at him. He became gorgeous while you weren’t looking, all long willowy limbs and snow white hair. The women of the court have started looking at him now. They call him the beautiful dragon, after his house crest.

Even though you know reasonably that you can do nothing about this, really, you have no right to, that galls you. You’re a princess. You’re used to being able to deal with things that upset you with little more than a nod to Gojo. But he can’t solve issues that he’s the root of.

The only way to show everyone that Gojo’s devotion belongs to you is to tie him to your side. At twelve, he’s already the strongest squire in the entire kingdom. Better than most knights, even. It’s a clear path to being the greatest knight of his time, throughout all of history, even. He already promised to be your sword when you were children. All you have to do is wait.

Gojo trains and you begin to learn the extent of your royal responsibilities. Study etiquette. Marry well. Become a dutiful wife. Give the king heirs.

Gojo becomes Lord Gojo. He calls you princess now. Although part of you rebels at the idea that he would ever call you anything other than your name, another part of you can’t help the queasy feeling you get when he says your title, low and soft. Like he means it for your ears only. Like princess is just another way of showing how much of him is yours.

Gojo is not usually a proud man because he doesn’t have to be. His abilities speak for himself. But he’s cocky to a fault. He knows the extent of his capabilities, which means he won’t capitulate to anyone. Why would he?

When it comes to you, however, he bends his neck and accepts the collar willingly. The strongest can only be tamed by what he allows to tame him and it’s you, it’s always been you.

Perhaps that’s why things turn out the way they do on the day you knight him.

Or, as you find out later, your father knights him.

It was the day after your sixteenth birthday. Gojo himself had turned seventeen three months and six days before. It was strangely old for a boy of his caliber. He was so talented he could’ve been the youngest knight in the realm, but no one could make Gojo do something he didn’t want to do.

There was no shame in it, either. Everyone knew Gojo was too talented and well-connected for it to be anything other than his own choice. The only heir of House Gojo, he was destined to become a knight even if he did nothing to earn it. And he had done much to earn it.

Winning wars single handedly tended to do that. There were already legends blooming from the battlefield by the time he came home and tossed the unlucky enemy commander’s head at the king’s feat. His bow wasn’t nearly low or respectful enough to be addressed to the king, but he had been lighter-hearted back then, more willing to forgive.

Especially for Gojo, who had cut a killing swathe through the ranks of the opposing army so ruthlessly they began to call him a god of death.

Gojo kneels at your feet, his white head still high. He’s a little too tall for you, even at this angle. Lord Commander Yaga clears his throat. Gojo looks up through the wisps of hair that have escaped to obscure his eyes. They’re piercing, an attractively violent blue.

“I’m sorry,” he says, so low no one else could’ve heard the two of you even if you hadn’t been standing alone on the podium in front of the king’s throne. “Am I too tall for you now, princess?”

“Don’t tease,” you whisper back, flustered despite yourself. The pommel of the sword is clammy in your grip. You’re scared to drop it and accidentally take a finger off with it.

You’re taking too long. It’s making you anxious. You’re distinctly aware of your father’s stare boring into your back. You’ve been sheltered since you were young by your father’s paranoia, but he’s recently begun letting you apply yourself more to your royal duties. You can’t give him any reason to doubt you.

Gojo dips a little lower.

With this change in angle, you can place the flat of the blade on each of his shoulders. It’s your father’s sword, too large and unwieldy in your hands. Standing over Gojo is a strange experience. It’s uncomfortable looking down on someone who’s been taller than you for all your life.

You wish he would stop looking at you like that. His gaze is searching. You feel naked underneath it, even with layers of dresses on. When he says his vows, it feels intimate, like he’s speaking them to you. For you.

Gojo rises, shaking his hair out of his eyes like a shaggy dog. Like this, you’re reminded suddenly of how strong he is. His shoulders are broad underneath his silver armor. Lean muscle cords his legs. There’s an easy, effortless grace to the way he moves - the confidence of a man who has never been bested in his entire life.

“Thank you,” he murmurs. He’s still standing too close. If it were any other man, your father would have demanded he be whipped by now, but Gojo has always gotten away with things no one could. He ducks his head so he can speak directly into your ear - dangerous, even for him. He says his piece fast. “I’ll see you in your rooms, my lady.”

Then he pulls back.

There are thunderclouds gathering across the king’s face, but when you shake your head, your father relents. He smiles and kisses your temple as you climb up the steps of the platform of his throne to return the sword to him.

Years later, you learn that the moment you leave the throne room, your shoulders sure with the knowledge that Gojo is finally secure in your grasp, your father takes up the sword you had held and knights him. Princesses have no authority to confer knighthood. Only kings.

You know your father means well. He loves you. You’re all he has left. If Gojo pushed for your hand to be one that he swears loyalty to first, then your father would have been happy to comply either way. You just wish you would’ve known that it meant nothing.

There’s a sharp rap on your door, followed by two short, one long. A code you had devised a long time ago. You pull open the door and Gojo all but falls into your room. He’s pressed up against you, front to front as he closes the door behind him, tumbling you into your bed.

“Hi, princess,” he says, his breath warm against your neck. You squirm in his hold, feeling heat rush through your veins. It’s getting harder and harder to hide the way he affects you, but you don’t want anything to change between the two of you. Though sometimes, you swear Gojo likes using your title so much precisely because he knows how you react to it.

“We have to stop doing this,” you tell him, like you tell him every time. “It’s inappropriate.”

He groans and pushes away from you. You mourn the loss of contact. “Come on, don’t make me do this again. Who cares if it’s inappropriate? Who says?”

“Dame Zenin thinks we’re too close.”

“Dame Zenin is an idiot,” Gojo says. “You know she only says that because she wants to get rid of me so you’ll look at Naoya. As if you would ever, even if I was gone.”

“Still.”

Gojo grabs your chin in his hand. “You are a princess and I am the only heir to House Gojo. We bow to no one, understand? What right do mice have to judge dragons?”

He’s the dragon, you think. Your crest is the rose. You exist to be judged. That’s the role of a princess.

Gojo sprawls out on your bed. He’s so tall he takes up more than half of it, even though your bed was built to be more than twice your size. His eyes are shut, his long white lashes soft. He looks gentle in repose, almost like a lamb with his coloring.

He’s beautiful. He always is. You want to touch, to hold, to claim. You want to press your ear against his chest and steal the thunderous beat of his heart for your own. You want to press your rouged lips to his neck and collarbones, to mark his body with a muted rose.

Instead, you sit stiff, prim and proper.

He opens his eyes. “Come here,” he says, his arm reaching for you. You let him pull you closer.

As always, he has to reach out first. You can’t allow yourself to take what you want. It’s not in your nature, the way you were raised.

You bury your face into the space between his neck and his shoulder.

“There we go,” he coos. Your face burns with the condescension of it, the way he treats you like an animal that has to be carefully coaxed closer. But he’s not wrong, and that’s why you let him pet you into submission, gently stroking your sides as he tangles his legs with yours.

You were never so affected by him as children. Somewhere along the way, Gojo had become unmanageable to you, and you don’t know what to do about it.

“Stay with me,” he murmurs against your hair. “Where are you going off to in that pretty head of yours?”

“I’m with you,” you whisper against his neck. “I’m always here.”

You’ve spoiled him, you think. When you were a child, you didn’t know any better. Gojo was just Gojo. Letting him stay by your side even as you got older was an indulgence that he now pushes the limits of. He’s never cared about propriety.

“You have to go back to your room now,” you whisper reluctantly. You’re always the more cautious one of your duo. It’s been too long. Someone will become suspicious. For once, you wish you could just let go of your worries, but someone has to check Gojo. If both of you just did whatever you wanted, it’d be the ruin of your houses. This is how it has to be: Gojo pushes and you pull back.

The dim light of the dying candles make his blue eyes appear black. “Give me something of yours first,” he says.

You know what he’s asking for. You climb up from the bed and go into your dresser to search, turning up one of your handkerchiefs. It bears the colors of your house and your careful embroidery.

He kneels at your feet.

“Stop,” you say, trying to pull away.

Gojo presses a kiss to your hand. His lips are soft against the skin of your hand, temptation incarnate. Your fingers tremble lightly in his grasp, torn between wanting to seize him and wanting to run away. The enormity of your desire for him terrifies you. If you ever let him in for one second, you can see how easy your descent would be.

“I’m yours, princess. Don’t forget it.”

With that, he ties your favor around his wrist and finally leaves you to your room, panting like you’d run through the halls. No matter how old you get, Gojo always leads in your interactions. He plays with you, enjoying the way he can make you react to him.

It’s normal for a princess to visit the training yard, you try to convince yourself the next day. There’s nothing strange about stopping by while you’re on your afternoon walk. After all, you should keep abreast of everything within your castle.

Gojo stands in the center of the yard. He’s demonstrating one of his self created drills, a complicated set of maneuvers only he can pull off. In short, he’s showing off while pretending like he’s doing the class a favor by trying to teach them something.

Lord Commander Yaga notices you the moment you set foot in the yard. You should expect it. After all, it’s his territory.

“Attention,” he bellows. “The princess is here.”

Gojo perks up and finishes his final set of movements even faster. He throws his sword carelessly to the side, leaving a young squire scrambling to catch the priceless weapon as he strides towards you.

He’s a little sweaty. You want to wrap your arms around him anyways, but you restrain yourself.

“I’m sorry for interrupting,” you say.

Gojo grins at you. It’s a sharp thing, his smile, hungry and wolfish. “Not at all. I was just thinking of you, my lady.”

You tilt your head at him curiously.

Around you, the men are scrambling to line up into neat little rows.

“I’m picking a squire,” Gojo says. “Would you like to make the decision for me?”

It’s a question that shocks you. You whirl to look at him again, see if he’s joking like usual, but he seems perfectly serious. “I don’t know anything about knighthood,” you tell him the truth.

He moves closer. You’re tempted to step back immediately, but you don’t. You don’t want a sign of discomfort to be misinterpreted and used against him. Besides, you relish the proximity. Seeing Gojo in public feels like dancing on blades. The adrenaline terrifies you, but you can’t stop wanting more of it.

“You may not, but you know people. I trust your judgement.”

A cursory scan of the boys in front of you reveals little. They’re all stiff and proper, their backs as straight as they can make them. Some stand with their arms glued to their sides, others fidget with their swords. Every single one of them is eager for the chance to be acknowledged by the princess. They’re equally hopeful for the chance to squire for the greatest knight in the kingdom.

None of them catch your eye on the first or second passes.

Only on the third, a boy with pink hair smiles at you. It’s such a small gesture. But for a boy who had looked just like everyone else at first, the toothy smile splits his features. It opens him up. He looks kind.

You gesture him forward.

Lord Commander Yaga nods approvingly. “Itadori is a good one, Your Royal Highness. He’s one of the best in this batch. Naturally strong, but just as hardworking.”

“See,” Gojo says. “I knew you would choose well.”

He touches your hand briefly, slipping a white scrap of paper inside your closed fist before he grabs Itadori by the shoulder and hauls him off for further training. Although disappointed, the other squires still look starstruck to be in his presence, though Yaga disperses them all to train themselves soon enough.

In elegant cursive, Gojo has written a time and place.

You shouldn’t go.

You can’t risk it.

All eyes are on you and Gojo as it is. People already suspect the two of you of something unsavory. Courtly love is one thing, but you and Gojo are too close for an unmarried man and a woman. As a princess, your sole purpose is to marry well and bring alliances to your house. You can’t risk damaging your reputation.

But every stolen encounter with Gojo steals your breath away. You sneak through the halls, quiet and empty.

A hand slaps over your mouth before you can scream as someone tugs you into a dark corridor.

You kick and lash out, forgetting everything Gojo has taught you in favor of blind violence.

“Shh,” comes a voice in your ear. “It’s just me.”

You bite him.

He hisses and pulls back, shaking out his hand. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Why would you do that? You scared me!”

“You’re not careful enough, princess. There was a maid coming up on your left that you hadn’t even noticed.”

You sigh and lean into him. You can’t help it.

He laughs. “Are you that happy to see me?”

“If you don’t shut up, I’ll show you exactly how happy I am.”

“Come on,” he tugs you out towards the gardens. It’s dangerous, but you follow him anyway. Being with Gojo is so threatening not despite his strength, but because of it. You rely on him too easily, trusting him to see you safely through any peril. It’s easy to relax when he’s with you, his presence the promise of security.

You expect him to tell you why he called you here, but he’s silent when he tugs you down on the bench next to him.

“Gojo?”

“Here,” he says, opening his hands. A single crushed violet sits on his palm. You laugh, picking it up and raising to your eye. It’s all the more fragrant because it has been mangled, the delicate petals bruised.

Gojo’s mouth lifts in a smile, too. “Sorry,” he says. “I didn’t realize.”

“You really know how to win a girl’s heart,” you tease.

“Hopefully I know how to win over her father’s, too.”

You freeze.

“I’m sorry. I can’t wait any longer. I’m going to ask your father to be your dedicated knight tomorrow. Do I have your permission?”

You hesitate, worrying your lip with your teeth, but Gojo understands. Years of watching after you, bandaging your scrapes that you refuse to cry over or avenging your honor after you pretend your pride hasn’t been hurt has taught him a lot. He can see right through you. You never need to hide when you’re with him.

“It’s alright,” he says. “We can wait.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you to be my guard,” you say in a small voice. “I just-”

“I know,” he says. “But I’m the strongest. Who else would your father ask to protect you but me?”

“Do you think he’ll say yes?”

Gojo looks at you seriously. “I’ll get down on both knees and beg him if I have to.”

“Don’t do that,” you gasp.

“I don’t care,” he says. “You’re what’s most important to me. More than pride, more than honor. Can I ask your father for you?”

You look at the crushed violet in your hand.

Who else but Gojo?

You press the flower back into his palm. “I trust you to do what’s right.”

His eyes soften. He leans closer.

“Gojo,” comes a voice. “What are you doing in the gardens this late at night?”

You stiffen. The owner of the voice is drawing closer.

“Do you trust me?” Gojo asks, as cool and collected as ever.

You nod, not trusting your voice not to give you away. He cups your face in his hands and ever so delicately presses a light kiss to your cheek, tilting his head towards you.

“Stop,” he tells the man behind you. “Don’t come any closer. You’ll scare her.”

“A new plaything?” Asks the Lord Commander. “I’m not so scary, am I?”

Gojo notices you tremble harder. He lifts a hand to the back of your head and presses it gently towards his shoulder, obscuring your face even further. “Come here, darling,” he murmurs. “That’s right, what a good little thing,” he says as you press yourself into him. He pulls you over his lap, your legs straddling his waist as he runs his hand up and down your back. “Keep your head down,” he whispers to you. You tuck your face farther into the crook of his neck.

Louder, he responds to Yaga. “The Lord Commander of the Kingsguard is a terrifying man, or so I’ve heard.”

“Just escort her to her room when you’re done,” Yaga says gruffly. “I don’t need to tell you to be a gentleman, do I?”

“No, sir,” Gojo says cheerfully.

In hindsight, you’re still not sure if Yaga recognized you or not. On one hand, he’s known you since you were a child. He watched, a silent guard, as your father raised you. On the other hand, he’s never brought it up to you.

The only other reason you suspect he realized who you really were was Gojo’s induction into the kingsguard the very next day.

#sera writes #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader

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Diamond castle au- Mephiles as Lydia! The muse of Music, Tragedy and Eloquence

He’s a god, born on Olympus, chosen to be Apollos first muse, due to his prolific musical talents and understanding of tragic stories. Mephiles graciously accepted his position as well as his twin flutes

To him, to be a muse is to be the example, the authority, to have the final say over what people can and can’t do with their art, down to the style and expression.

Mortals were simple creatures, with fickle emotions that easily led them astray. They needed guidance, direction, the ability to create was gifted onto them and they needed to use that gift properly. (More accurately how he deemed it being used properly)

He was content in his care for the diamond castle and the way he ran things… but then Apollo chose another muse. A demigod. A descendant of an underworld god, gifted with full godhood in order to carry out his duties.

Mephiles wasn’t… fond of this decision, working with a mortal isn’t something he had ever foreseen and he didn’t think that this mortal would be capable of taking on these responsibilities. But he chose not to argue with the authority of lord Apollo and welcome the godling into his ranks as a fellow muse. He could be taught the proper ways after-all and, even when he was a mortal, the blood of a god still ran through his viens, this was about a century before Apollo introduces them to another chosen muse.

This one a pure mortal, not even a lick of godly blood in him and yet he was chosen.

Mephiles was completely baffled and infuriated by this decision but held his tongue, something that was hard to do when this… former-mortal was the most ungrateful one he’d ever seen, having as much snark as he had audacity as he clearly did not wish for this decision either

Everything Mephiles told him to do, he did the exact opposite! And if that wasn’t enough! He slacked in his duties! The mortals engaging in his art just did whatever they wanted and interpreted his aspects however they wanted and he just let them! In fact he actively encouraged it! Going down to the mortal realm, in mortal disguise to interact with them. And then, for some ungodly reason, the second muse (who had previously been butting heads with this new muse as well) followed his example!!! It was infuriating, especially when the two started to creating music, and doing whatever the heck they wanted with it! Starting to insist that he could lighten up cuz he didn’t actually have the authority on what people created

The final straw was when the two of them created music that in turn created a little godling (literally, they made a song an poof! Baby!) and the god Apollo proposed that the child train to be a muse

Mephilis wouldn’t stand for this anymore, they didn’t deserve to hold their positions so if they didn’t do things his then he’d take care of all the arts himself! But he knew he couldn’t exactly do anything, his fellow muses, though tainted by their former mortality, were just as powerful as he was. So he ventured down to Tartarus for something give an edge, he found the dark power he was looking for, as well as the dragon, iblis.

So he conspired to take over while tensions rose with the other two muses, what he needed was the instruments to have full control but for people to believe his authority he had to let those two ruin their own image to make him look better by comparison and ruining their harmony to make them more susceptible to his powers

But then Silver found out, told the other muses about him wanting to take over and they hid the castle and their instruments. The two muses tried to confront him and stop him but he quickly put a stop to that, they won’t be doing anything without his say so anytime soon… but the little apprentice got away, seemingly disappearing into thin air. Meph had a hunch that he knew the whereabouts but there was no sign of

His powers still only extended over his domain, so he still needed those instruments… but no matter, he was in charge and he was immortal, he had millennia to wait and there were only so many places that child could hide

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shanniethewr · 9 months

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too busy thinking about... ( neuvillette ver. ) cw: implied past abuse, torture, and false charges

neuvillette who holds you close to him, soothing your cries and fears like you have done for him, softly whispering loving words to your ears as he comforts you anguish.

neuvillette who comforts you in the morning, promising that he'll make everything alright when you hear the announcement of your abuser being released from his five year sentence.

neuvillette who had to quiet down the melusines when they saw you upset, having learned of your past as they grew angry at your absuer, claiming they have hurt their "parent."

neuvillette who brings you all of your favorite foods and drinks as an apology for coming home late, conspiring with furina on the most flawless and perfect way to have your abuser sentenced for the rest of their lifetime.

neuvillette who presses charges against your abuser, verbalizing of their crimes when in truth, were nothing but false charges that furina allowed, claiming that she will bend the law to see her dearest feel free once again.

neuvillette who made sure that your abuser regrets their very own existence, having struck a feeling of fear and sorrow that stuck on him permanently yet the hydro dragon prefers to not speak of his methods, claiming they weren't for the faint of heart.

neuvillette who gently reminds you that he will protect you from anything that dares to harm you, mentally or physically, to never be afraid for anything because he will be your shield as you were his warm soleil during his icy days of downpour.

( lyney ver. ) upcoming versions: cyno, tighnari, ayato, heizou, and albedo upcoming fic (linked to this post): neuvillette reacting to you flinching

do NOT copy or plagiarize my work!!

#genshin impact #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin imagines #genshin drabbles #x reader #reader insert #genshin scenarios #neuvillette x reader #neuvillette #furina #focalors

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