Dark Kingdom: The Dragon King by Alex_Stark
Day 4: Enemies or Friends to Lovers | Childhood Sweethearts | Arranged Marriage/Fake Dating - DRAGONHEART AU - Jon is Einon
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They reached the outside, and Jon saw many men in chains, kneeling on a wooden covered platform. They were all Ironborns, undoubtedly brought before the king after the failed rebellion.
"Now look how traitors and all those who turn against House Targaryen must be treated,” the King said, while giving the command, a man with a bow set one arrow to fire and shoot towards the platform from where they were standing.
A great explosion happened, and a green fire rose into the sky, lighting the sight above King's Landing as if it was day. Not even the rain that came pouring down could stop it.
“That is wildfire. We may no longer have dragons, but fire is still our weapon. Remember, Aegon. Fire and Blood.”
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Martin x Hero of Kvatch Headcanons and Stuff (feat. Avarenya)
Ship name: Martenya
Avarenya does not shut up. She grew up being told to be quiet ("A lady is seen, not heard"), and that habit kicked it when she ran away to the Imperial City. So now she thinks out loud more than Ed Sheeran! She gets herself into a lot of otherwise perfectly avoidable situations this way. Including going to jail and meeting the old Emperor. Just another Fredas night.
(Don't think I'm recounting the main quest. This is just as random as Avy's thought patterns)
Martin is Avy's impulse control. Which . . . doesn't always work since he's constantly asking her to go do very high-risk (for impulsiveness) things.
They constantly reference The Vacation to each other. The Vacation is a hypothetical holiday they'll take to Valenwood when the Oblivion Crisis is over. Avarenya wants locally sourced tropical fruit, Martin has never been to the beach in his freaking life, and they both need a nap.
Their conversations about The Vacation are typically nonverbal with many hand movements and occasional random statements. At this point Jauffre is too afraid to question them, concerned both the Emperor and and Hero of Kvatch have been touched by Sheogorath
nota bene: Avarenya does not mantle Sheogorath. Why? She has an older brother, Oromis, who's very important in the Mages Guild. Very serious know-it-all stuff. While his only sister is playing warfare with one Daedric Prince, he gets sent to investigate the one Oblivion Gate that doesn't look like any of the others and — oops, he's Sheogorath now. Ouch.
Sheo!Oromis isn't going to touch his sister (unless it's to pet that overexcitable brain of hers like a puppy) but he'd totally yeet Martin off the Hill of Suicides.
Martenya have no idea that freaking Sheogorath is sometimes stalking them.
But that's pretty heavy actually so let's put it back in the drawer and ignore it.
Avarenya is taller than Martin. Noticably. By like five inches. Ironically, at 6'3", Avy is considered below average height for the Altmeri aristocracy!
After retrieving the Sanguine Rose for Martin to use for the portal to Paradise, Avarenya invested in what's called the Sanguine Roast. She landblasts that sucker. Unfortunately, it has not dissuaded the Prince of Sex and Drums and Rock-'n'-roll from wanting in her tight leather pants.
Martin isn't comfortable sending Avy into constant danger, but he can't help but love it everytime she leaves. Leather pants, y'all.
Any bread these wackos touched turns into cornbread from the amount of corny energy they give off. They're radioactive with it.
Martin only calls Avy by her full name when it's serious. Notable occurrences include: Miscarcand, the Great Gate, Paradise, and the Temple of the One. Amung others.
. . . or, "Five Times He Called Her By Her Name, and One Time He Didn't Have To"
I cannot stress enough that Avy can and will just jump (stumble, slip, slide, meander) into a situation, while Martin's back there telling her "wait, no, don't do that" because that's how she ended up in the middle of a bloody sacrifice party with the Dagon cultists. Please.
Martin is the sun. Avy is literal sunshine. 🥺☀️ S'like the nicer version of the fingers and talons of the Black Hand.
Avy will make friends with anyone, if she can. But Farwil Indarys and that little Bosmer guy from the Arena try her patience. She is actually legit friends with Glarthir though.
. . . she does feel intimidated by Countess Carvain. Which makes . . . no sense because the Countess has always been polite, if not nice, to Avarenya AND she agrees to Martin's plan, so Avy doesn't know what's up there.
Oh Avy, so sweet but so internally paranoid from her upbringing, her subconscious convincing her that MartinxNarina is somehow endgame while her waking mind has no freaking clue! 😆
Avarenya/Martin/Narina political love triangle anyone?
Martin likes tea a lot, but Avy keeps bringing him imported coffee beans everytime she returns from southern Cyrodiil. He may have an addiction now.
Avarenya and Martin actually met once in Skingrad when they were kids. Martin was ten, Avy was nineteen (which is basically still a kid to Altmer). She got lost while her father was visiting his older brother during a summer festival. Little Marty and Avy ended up sharing watermelon taffy and unleashing a pen of sheep onto unsuspecting bystanders. It was lit. 😎
Avarenya has had to drag Martin to bed and tuck him in several times. She's only boinked his head less than half that number!
Growing up in a tropical environment, Avy gets cold very easily. Martin will go out of his way to get her a blanket when she comes in shivering from her latest quest.
In a modern AU, they'd totally have a meet cute/coffee shop story: Martin is a tired counselor burnt out on the wrong in humanity, Avy's a tired grad student burnt out on making coffee, and . . . Oh wait, it's a little depressing now. Hurt/comfort, anyone?
When they first kiss, they're on the battlements. Nearing midnight, both moons are waning and the shadows are heavy. They're cold by themselves and the air around them is colder still, but together, Martin and Avarenya are warm. Burning, like dragonfire.
Do I indulge in the overused trope of Skyrim's Last Dragonborn being descended from Martin? Uh, yeah! I like that trope. And anyway, I was thirteen when I made Leara Rose-blade . . . which is why she's Martenya's granddaughter when she should've been their great granddaughter. #writerproblems
It didn't take long for Martin to warm up to Avy after leaving Kvatch. She's a friendly sunshine personality and did her best to help him through the looming existential crisis of being the heir. She also shared her sweetrolls with him this one time.
Avarenya would totally be behind a whole Wandavision AU where she brings back Martin and they live in a magic fairy tale village bubble with mindless yesmen and their twin children. Baurus would definitely be Monica. Just picture it!
I love Martenya AUs, okay?
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Movie Night
Elena introduces Serana to her yearly tradition of welcoming autumn with vampire movies. Serana is not always impressed but that's half the fun, the other half is picking on Elena.
Dracula
"What are we watching?" Serana slid over the back of couch, settling cross legged with the biggest bowl Elena owned full of popcorn. ��
Elena let out a huff, casting her a sidelong look as she took another drink of her ale. "Dracula." Serana groaned which only made her laugh. "I celebrate the start of fall every year the exact same way. Pumpkin ale." She shook the bottle and then gestured to the coffee table full of chips and cookies with another huge bowl of candy corn. "Junk food and Dracula. Usually followed by every vampire movie I own until the weekend is done or the girls are done spending time at their aunt's."
"You do know all of them are fake."
"Well duh." She then mumbled into her drink. "Otherwise, I would have found one to date sooner." Serana gave her a look. "What."
"You’re terrible."
"And yet here you are." She chuckled taking another swig. "Although." She gestured to the screen. "I do think he is an idiot. If one’s wife asks you to not go to war maybe you should listen."
"Then there wouldn’t be a story." She nodded. "And he ends up three wives."
"But they aren’t his true love." She held out her arm and Serana set aside the popcorn to cuddle into her side. "He never gets her back." She continued quietly. "That would have changed the story too."
"You feel sorry him."
"Mhm." She took another drink avoiding Serana’s upturned gaze. "Living forever, thinking you will never see her again and knowing why she is gone. And then only to find her and lose her again. Its a cruel fate."
"It is." She agreed softly. "But is it worth being damned?"
"Aye." Her gaze narrowed thoughtfully. "It would be. Living without her would be a damnation of its own, what’s another?"
"And yet you say you are bad at romance." Elena broke into a shy smile as she briefly met her eyes. Serana sat up a moment, fingers gentle as she turned her face to hers and kissed her. "You aren’t allowed to do anything so drastic."
Elena laughed softly pressing her forehead to hers. "I would move the heavens and the earth if you asked it of me."
"I wouldn’t."
"I would anyway." Her fingers smoothed along her cheek. "There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you."
"Give up coffee?" She suggested softly.
"Even that."
"I wouldn’t give up chocolate for you."
Elena’s laugh shook the whole couch. "I see how it is." She continued to chuckle. "So fickle is your love."
"Only because." She curled back into Elena’s side. "I know I have yours and you’d get me chocolate if I asked." She made disgusted noise. "Ugh, did they have to eat the baby? No one does that!"
Van Helsing
"Oh." Serana laughed. "I know why you like this one."
"Hm?" Elena’s eyes were glued to the screen.
"Nirn to Elena." She gave herself a shake, focusing intently on Serana, cheeks flushing. Serana rolled her eyes with a teasing grin. "So which wife is your favorite?"
Elena opened her mouth and then pouted, with a pointedly loud slurp of her straw. "I have no idea what you are talking about. I like this movie purely for the comedy and action." She finished primly.
"Mhm." Serana only arched a brow.
Elena let out a huff of laughter. "And I know a set up when I hear it." The oven dinged and she got to her feet, brushing a kiss to her cheek. "Trouble."
Serana leaned over the arm of the couch as Elena disappeared into the kitchen. "I know you too well to buy that!"
"The redhead!" Elena hollered back.
Serana snickered as she backed up and then paused the movie, said redhead and her assets filling their too large tv screen. Elena let out a groan when she stepped back into the room with their plates. "Really?"
"She is pretty."
"Not as pretty as you." She handed her the pizza. "And because I love you, no pepperoni this time." She settled back in her spot. "Even though you are so mean to me."
"I am not."
"Are too." She stuck her tongue out at her. "And this movie is funny, thank you." She snickered then. "You are going to have a fit at the baby vampires."
"They turned babies?" Elena shook her head with a knowing smirk. Serena’s brows furrowed a moment and then she groaned. "Oh no not another Twilight."
"Only almost?"
"Not that bad, although I still haven’t forgiven you for making me watch that."
“I was curious, and I refuse to suffer alone.”
Elena chuckled. "I always wanted some of these for the house though. Perch them on the bookshelves." She hit play, pulling up her feet to perch on the couch. "I will admit, Hugh Jackman almost convinced baby Elena that men could be attractive."
Elena grinned. "You’ve seen all the women on this movie, you honestly think he stood a chance?"
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Writing Master Post
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"Between Thorin and the three wargs that were slowly stalking his way, who was angrier?
Those bright blue eyes seemed to glow like flames of their own as he dug his claws into the ground and then pushed himself to his feet. That glow between the scales of his throat becoming visible again as he let those wings of his, injured as they might have been from the scuffle, spread and make him as large and imposing as possible, another loud and menacing growl erupted and echoed from Thorin take made the ears of those wargs tip back with a whine. Bilbo’s own had dropped at the sound, as piercing as it was."
-@lordoftherazzles, Dragonhearted
AO3 IS BACK! I've been waiting to post this so that I could include the excerpt because this is one of my FAVORITE parts of Dragonhearted! Combat is so hard to write and Razzles does it beautifully. Beauty and the Beast AUs are so tricky to get right and honestly this is the best one I've read to date out of any fandom I've been in. So PLEASE make sure to give it and any other of Razzles' fics a read it will be so worth it I promise
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