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circeyoru · 2 months

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I just love all your unwanted soul content it's hilarious and cute I was wondering if you could do my request if you can

What would happen if reader gave this really cool radio to alastor in one of their dates and he accidentally leaves outside in the hotel lobby and someone breaks it

Go to MASTERLIST for the works. This ask is for {Unwanted Souls}.

Thank you for saying that! So happy to see you guys like my writing and story!! Happy to do the request, no worries! Just takes time~

A cute and maybe angsty moment then.

I'd say Reader/you designed the radio by yourself after long hours of research. You have actually taken apart radios before and summoned ones with your pages. But to actually gift one to Alastor, you won't and I mean will NOT settle for a summoned gift. Even though Alastor will take anything you gift him like it's a treasure from a lost century. You have a thing for giving the perfect gift and seeing the receiver's face light up like a Christmas tree. In Alastor's case, it's very very extreme affection, not that you're complaining, he makes you feel very reassured to be liked by someone you care for.

Alastor knows you put a lot of attention to the gifts and plans you make, so he takes extra care not to offend you. He did before and got your passive aggressiveness, passing it off as being 'moody' until you were like "Oh we don't need that since you think it's a waste of time!". He apologized quickly and right the wrong. Though sometimes it's just you wanting to cool down since Alastor made sense in his view.

The radio gift in question would be a mix of the two of your colours, with deer antlers at the top and feathers below. Both are symbols of you two. You added the voodoo symbols that would appear around Alastor to the surface of the radio too. How you got them was by observing Alastor very very closely when he got annoyed or angry or a bit bloodthirsty. Alastor treasures it so. He fainted when he first got it. Took him a while to regain consciousness and he nearly fainted again when you showed him it was channeled to his screaming broadcast.

Yeah... Him leaving it in the lobby was a big mistake. I imagine he was listening and staring at it while you were out or just didn't want him around (like maybe bathing?), so he got the next best thing. The precious gift you gave him, made by your delicate hands. How he left it unattented, uhhh, maybe Charlie asked for something or maybe there was another random attack on the hotel.

(it wouldn't be the hotel crew that breaks it cause it's obvious to them that was a big no no)

Either way, Alastor saw that the radio was broken.

Haha. Alastor's gonna be the big bad wolf. He destroys anything in sight while his giant hands cradle the broken radio that was his. Charlie and the others definitely tried to reassure him they'll help fix it. It'll be good as new!

Impossible! You took weeks learning about radios and months perfecting this! He saw glimpses of it, but gave you privacy so the built-up surprise was even better when you gift it to him. Now? Now it's BROKEN! HOW DARE!

When you came back and found Alastor in his raging mode, you were confused. Charlie immediately rushed over to you to ask for your help, you asked her to explain first since Alastor wouldn't be like that for no reason. Ahh, so someone broke the radio you gave him. Luckily, it was made by your hand, so nothing you can't fix.

You got over to Alastor and called out to him. You didn't even need to shout loud and his eyes snapped to you. He leaned down, his eyes showing you shame and sadness that no one else would be able to tell. You told him to show you the radio, he shakingly did, partly scared that you'd yell at him for not taking care of it.

But you knew how much attention he put into catering the gift after he got it. It was like a mother treating a newborn. So you got your pages ready and fixed it in a flash.

You hugged onto the renewed radio and smile, "Now why don't you blow off some steam, don't take too long."

And Alastor was off to deliver judgment.

#Circe's Nighty Writings #alastor imagine #alastor x reader #alastor x y/n #alastor x you #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #alastor headcanons #hazbin hotel fanfiction #alastor #hazbin hotel oneshots #yandere alastor #yandere alastor x reader #yandere hazbin hotel #alastor fanfiction #hazbin hotel imagines #Unwanted Soul

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beanghostprincess · 3 months

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Sanji transitions to a woman living her best life with her crew. The vinsmokes find out the typical reactions indifference (They're kind of like kaido. Yeah, they're terrible, abusive, neglectful but they're not transphobic Jud is but the siblings are not).

Her sister is upset that she never got to spend time with sanji as sister.

Ichiji doesn't like that she looks so much like their mother it makes his feel something he doesn't know what it is happiness sadness maybe both but not enough to truly care about his sister.

yonji feelings are complicated. He's really angry, really angry. Looking at her bounty just makes him scowl she looks so nice and pretty. She also looks so happy and free not worried about judgment or slander from family and peers he hates it. He hates this weird feeling and he hates sanji. She's happy and living her life with her loving and accepting crew and he's stuck at home unable to open up about anything without backlash

( the weird feeling is envy specifically gender envy. Trans girl yonji she would be the most cold hearted girl on the planet but she'd be so pretty)

Niiji stopped caring about Sanji when she left the second time. Her being a girl now doesn't change anything and besides you could see the signs from mars of course she's a girl. He used to watch her play with her sisters doll all the time before throwing them in the moat

Jud nobody cares about his opinion

Transfem Sanji my beloved yayyyyy I love these asks!!!!!!

Reiju would be extremely happy for Sanji, of course, but a bit sad she couldn't be able to help her sooner. Because maybe- And this is unfair but- If maybe Sanji had been born a girl, perhaps Judge would've let some of the stuff she did slide the way she let Reiju be a little bit more emotional. Everything would've ended up the same, yes, but Reiju can't help but wonder. And also, she's dying to see her and her crew again to finally spend time with her sister. She isn't sure if she'll ever be able to do it, but Sanji's wanted poster kind of keeps her hopes up.

Ichiji is conflicted. Because he shouldn't care about Sanji at all. He doesn't care. Is she a girl now? Good for her. Whatever. She can do whatever the fuck she wants with her life. And yet he keeps finding himself staring at her wanted poster rather often, and seeing her mom in her. And he- He didn't care about his mom either. She's dead. It doesn't matter. But there's just something about Sanji now that makes him feel... Warm and melancholic and he hates it. He tries to avoid the subject completely.

Ohmygod- I love the idea of trans girl Yonji being jealous of Sanji's life and having gender envy. That's- That's so good. She shouldn't be able to feel like this and she should not want these things like her sister but she wants to be like that. Be free like that. And that makes her so, so angry and violent and she's constantly talking shit about Sanji only to feel better but it only makes her feel worse.

Niji is... Complicated. Because he doesn't care. But I think he'd also be jealous of her. Like- Jealous of her being happy and free. But he accepts it better than Yonji because Yonji goes all sentimental and violent and visibly jealous about it while Niji tries to be more like "Huh? I don't give a fuck about her. Why should I? Why do we even keep mentioning her? And besides, you didn't know she was a girl? It was obvious from a mile away. Not that I care. Because I don't care. She rejected our pretty kind invitation to the family again because she's an ungrateful bitch, anyway" but he actually does care and it frustrates him but, anyway, it's not like she's here anymore so he doesn't think about her. I also think he'd be annoyed about her looking like their mom btw he says she doesn't deserve it since it was her fault she died (and then he realizes what he said and he shouldn't have said it because in theory, he doesn't care about their mom dying).

And you're right, nobody cares about Judge. But I think it'd be funny if he complained about Sanji and misgendered her all the time while the siblings keep getting the pronouns right and they kind of... Defend her? To some extent? They start to develop stronger feelings as time passes by and I just think it'd be great for them to finally lose it with their dad because "at least she managed to find herself, we don't even know who we're supposed to be" and it doesn't matter which one of them says it, because it affects all of them equally and they have the biggest identity crisis ever only because their sister finally is happy and they want to be like that too.

#vinsmoke siblings my beloveds i love them they're so complex i am going to put them in the microwave and watch them spin #one piece #black leg sanji #transfem sanji #vinsmoke ichiji #vinsmoke reiju #vinsmoke niji #vinsmoke yonji #vinsmoke judge #vinsmoke siblings

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corpsesoldier · 2 years

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so. kiriona huh?

under the cut: full nona spoilers, plus me trying to process some thoughts and coming to very few conclusions

what a kick in the teeth that was, huh?

I want to touch on two main things about gideon's appearance as kiriona in ntn: kiriona's behavior toward the other characters and kiriona as revenant and how I think those things might be related.

so I'm open to both the ideas I've seen floating around wrt to kiriona's behavior in ntn, those being 1) this is an extremely traumatized, sad, and angry but functionally complete gideon nav and 2) that this is only a fragment of gideon's soul.

I think enough people mention "parts" of souls enough times for the fragment theory to have weight, as well as the interview in which tamsyn compares gideon's soul to a happy meal (yeah) and saying that harrow only ever ate the hamburger, whither the fries and drink, etc. maybe what we're seeing is the discarded plastic toy of gideon nav's soul.

however, there are things kiriona says and does that are absolutely 100% gideon. I think what's giving a lot of people pause is kiriona's apparent indifference to seeing her friends and allies again and, most significantly, her indifference over seeing harrow's body. for better or worse, one of gideon's defining characteristics is that she cares a whole fuck of a lot about harrowhark nonagesimus. kiriona acts aloof and unconcerned about all that for a good chunk of her page time in ntn, but particularly near the end we some behavior break through that facade that we would more readily associate with gideon (holding harrow's body and telling her to keep it together when nona starts to come apart; telling alecto to get in line when she offers harrow her service).

so, yknow, I think either option is fair game at this point, but unequivocally this is gideon, at least in part.

so then, this is gideon. and given that, there are some behaviors that I am having trouble reconciling with the gideon we've seen thus far.

I have a hard time believing that gideon would shove an injured and dying cam the way that she does, but hey, she's having a really, really bad day. just what we've seen her experience on page could fill her therapy appointments for the next myriad, and idk what eight months with only john "gaslight" gaius and ianthe "girlboss" tridentarius will do to a mf. I am withholding judgement.

but even moreso than that, I have a hard time reconciling the gideon we see in htn with whatever the hell kiriona's got going on with ianthe. gideon hates ianthe. gideon is furious with ianthe for the way that she treated harrow throughout htn, and yet kiriona and ianthe have friendship bracelets and a secret handshake. and so I'm wondering: how much does kiriona remember about the events of htn?

I'm also interested in why god made gideon into a revenant. he did not have to do that—he's god. presumably he could have fixed her body and put her soul back where it belongs, provided he had access to both those things. and yet kiriona is tied to her own mutilated corpse. is, in her own words, mega-dead. why?

perhaps because john wants total control over this asset, this weapon he's created. john, who "knows where remembrance lives in the brain" and is perfectly willing to exploit that. now, he did that with his lyctors while bringing them completely back to life, but gideon has always been a special case. gideon survived nerve gas as a toddler. gideon made harrow's much-abused skull go SPANG back into shape after a few minutes residence in her meat. maybe if john put gideon's soul back in a living body, gideon's healing factor has the ability to revert whatever alterations he may have made to her brain.

(this is assuming I know how revenants work, which is a big assumption. is whatever kiriona's got going on even being processed through gideon's brain, if that brain is dead? unsure. I am not a spirit magician.)

but regardless, we've had a couple examples of how integral memory is to identity in the locked tomb, the biggest one from this very book being nona-who-is-alecto, but alecto-who-is-not-nona. plus the lyctors with their memory of god's fallibility removed, plus harrow reduced by her half-remembered life.

and then there's what kiriona says to aigalemene, "don't—that's where my heart used to be."

is it possible that kiriona gaia is a gideon with the parts most inconvenient to god cut away?

#edit: I’m making this unrebloggable because I don’t totally agree with it anymore but feel free to observe my thought process #idk I don't usually theorypost but I've been thinking about my baby for the last twelve hours so this is what you get #be nice to me I got five hours sleep because I was laying awake thinking about gideon nav #the locked tomb #nona the ninth #nona the ninth spoilers #ntn spoilers #gideon nav #kiriona gaia #john gaius #mine

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maxphilippa · 1 month

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max having thoughts about lucy and how the fandom treated her. this also goes alongside with the way people treated rex

just generally it comes iffy to me how people downgrade lucy's character to her stereotype and don't understand that tlm is based around deconstructing said stereotypes and that people are much more complex than you think and trying to put them on a black or white perspective completely misses the point

and how they either don't recognize that her behaviours towards emmet weren't the best, or they do but completely take it only to the extreme

this also applies to rex's character although leaning more on the second one, since he is the antagonist per say

what troubles me the most i think is that i think that both rex and lucy are really good at deconstructing the stereotypes/main ideas they're based on and people demonizing or not focussing on it sucks ass.

like with lucy they genuinely do forget the implications of her genuinely being happy pre-wyldstyle until everything went down and how the guilt is eating her alive since something she created with so much love caused so much pain at the same time. like the reason as to why she's like that for almost all of the two movies is because the pain and guilt is still there with her and it fucking sucks. it gets worse on the second movie because she does genuinely think that they're on danger and meanwhile she genuinely wants to protect emmet, she also forgot that they're a team and that proper communication is the key. that's why her arc goes around growth and opening her heart again. she took the wyldstyle persona so she wouldn't be hurt again anymore, and possibly so people don't view her as weak.

so that's why her losing her hair dye means so much to her actually growing. she can't keep hiding herself any longer and she has to accept that hey, maybe, she has to be more versatile on her point of view. that things can still change. just like emmet said. she genuinely cares about her friends and didn't take the best decisions because of that but that is okay ultimately. she is not perfect but like that's the thing. she doesn't have to be. the second movie allowed her to grow and to heal.

which is also a parallel with rex.

but we do know already that people constantly treat rex as a monster just for having terrible mental health and shitty copying mechanisms when like. depression does that to you. being isolated does that to you. thinking that your friends left you behind does that to you. and like that is super messed up actually. people more than often don't get that the reasons as to why rex got to that extreme was because he genuinely didn't want emmet to be hurt the same way he was on the past. he cares about emmet. he is so hurt by seeing lucy but he doesn't hate her. he is a mess of emotions and thoughts and the way people demonized his struggles with mental health is genuinely fucked up.

because. yeah. rex DID shitty stuff. but he had very fair reasons. he was badly hurt and left behind. he thought that his friends left him just like that. he thought that they never cared. hell, his whole persona is an copying mechanism because he didn't want to be hurt again.

he was emmet once. and people forget that always. he is not abusive nor is he a terrible person nor is he completely innocent he's hurt and tired and angry and sad and misses his friends. and lucy isn't cold hearted or uncaring or one dimensional,hell, even if we go by the hints of her band, you can even argue that she's going through survivor's guilt.

what i'm saying is that the tlm fandom doesn't understand that mental health can be awful and shitty and that it won't get better unless said people who are going through it have a support system or are trying themselves and that struggling and making bad decisions, especially with good intentions, doesn't make you a bad person.

hell the whole theme of the movie is about CHANGE and GROWTH. rex and lucy ALSO had those. but anyway what do i know i barely remember anything of the movies as of now but as someone who kind of is going through the same thing. having a character portrayed as abusive for having terrible mental health and making bad choices that DID HAVE GOOD INTENTIONS MIND YOU is terrible and i genuinely hope people get that at one point. like hell rex didn't even. fucking want to hurt emmet. sure he lied but that's because he thought it was for the best. same goes for lucy.

tldr: shut up about your twink (benny) and actually start focussing on rex and lucy on the proper way

#the lego movie #the lego movie 2 #tlm #tlm 2 #tlm rex dangervest #tlm lucy wyldstyle #maxposteo

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thenwhatthefukcisthis · 12 days

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On the topic of pet names, what's your headcanon about Eames' use of them? Does he use them often or only for a few people/situations? Does he have different ones to convey different things?

And Arthur seems the type for shortening names (I can so see him calling the kids Jamie and Pip or something, and Ariadne Ari once he knows her better), but does he use pet names at all? Even just for Eames? Do we consider Mr Eames a nickname?

Thank you for the question val ❣ Sorry I took a long time to reply

Eames, because he’s british and because I’ve seen mr. hardy drops endearments veiled with totally opposite sentiments in his other characters, I feel is quite abundant with his pet names. some, he means them like snarky affectionate“there’s a love” for yusuf or brotherly kind “poppet” for ariadne while SOME, you better start running if you hear them. for example “listen sweetie” before annihilating projections or “calm down pet” for an angry mark .. you know?

however, Id like to think “darling” is only reserved for arthur. that very word is said with anger, happiness, hurt, love, sadness, encouragement, fear, kindness. but he’s not generous with it either. he uses only during certain special moments, and arthur knows this, so once he hears it, he knows eames is saying something he should listen to very well.

arthur .. arthur arthur arthur.. im kind of baffled by him..? I feel like he would use one endearment and one endearment only. babe. and only for eames. only in private. in all the contexts. “babe yes oh god yes” “pass me the sugar babe” “why is my shirt still in the washing machine, babe!”

but when he’s extremely fond, those will slip out in the middle of the job even (good luck getting eames to do any forgery when he hears that directed at him from arthur “here lies eames; a puddle of goo now”)

for others, I think he resorts to their names, and he’ll use his tone to convey the sentiments. it’s the same with babe situation but with the actual names (cobb has heard his name in all the tones known to man kind in the past two years... and some more) for me, arthur is more of a doer than a talker so he’d use one word to give the meaning well..

#what are your thoughts I wanna hear them all!!#dreamhusbands #arthur x eames #inception

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mikeellee · 3 months

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Hi 👋

What are your opinions about mitsuki bakugo and what makes you think that she is a better mother than inko. I agree with you when it comes to this and I think shiggy had the best mum but I do just want you to go into deeper detail about it

Hi @bibibbon

First things first, I'm on my job right now (waiting instructions. I'm on my grace period) but I do have an answer for you.

I want to be clear I don't like the whole trope "slap on his head" even if is 100% harmless and comical. That being said, Mitsuki didn't slap on her son here bc she is EVIL and ABUSIVE. Bk was acting like an ass and she discipline him.

Yes, in real life such action would make people frown but like mha is not real. Plus, Asian moms can be like that. Hell, hispanic mom too.

"Behave or I'll use my sandals/chinelo on you"

I'm latina. I've seen rude kids being threaten by this to behave...hate or love, this alone is not indication of abuse. Its a way to make the kids not act rudely...in my time, there was spooky stories too. "If you do this, the monster will get you" you know? It's a tool. Not expert on motherhood but a mom disciplining her son is not always equal to ABUSE.

Also look at the image I shared...people are hanging up on hating Mitsuki for this panel but like ...her son is threating to beat her up. Look, BK has show to be rude with his mom (if he was being abuse...he wouldn't have provoked her)

*He calls her hag. What mom likes to be called that?

* I remember a short where Bk asks his father why he married his mom and then at the end he said "so you couldn't get rid of her" haha hilarious isnt it?😒 I think this one is in smash. I think.

Also...let's imagine this: IF she was abusing her son...what this adds to the story? Many fics use this trope to justify BK. "His mom was abusive" ok...and what about Izu? Is he not allowed to be angry? Is "Mitsuki is abusive" free jail card?

Also the fics NEVER gave us a reason as why this woman would abuse her son. "Abuse doesnt need to have a reason" I agree in parts, its just if you are to do a story like that usually has a trigger "she lost her job/lost her hubby/was abused as well"

Mitsuki has none of this.

"Why you think she is better than Inko?" Well, she does parenting! As much people may not like "the slap on his head" it's something. Inko does nothing!!!!

On the war arc 2 the eletrical bangaloo...Mitsuki is seen worried for her son "oh no. Its raining you know our son's quirk dont fare well under the rain"

Does Inko knows anything about her son's quirk? Nah. She just weeps and does nothing.

Like Inko is such shitty mom that she lives in an extreme scale. Either fics shows her as LE BEST MOM EVER (read a fic where Inko was OP and her son is still abused and still asks for her to not hurt "kaachan"😒) or the worst mom ever. (One where she was happy her son got a quirk so now she can gave a life. She is going out and is barely at home, in essence abandoning her son, bk calls her auntie and still abuses Izu)

Nao is the best mom. No questions here. I dont like how all the Shimuras arent important.

Also she and Mitsuki are good moms.

The mc ...is saddle with his abuser and a pretty neglectful mom.

Not of the implication "Inko was thin but thanks to Izu being quirkless she got fat"

I dont think Inko has maturity to be a mom...but I see her as a lonely person who wanted to have a family.

She is a pathetic and sad character.

But hey this is a fandom where people say "Shig is so deep" and sigh...what can we do?

#hori is a bad writer #izuku deserves better #inko is a bad mom #inko Midoriya critical #she being abusive didnt even contribute shit to the story #Izu is alone and hurt and no one cares #“mha should have been darker” my god it already is

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unknown-lifeform · 22 days

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Also more on the asgzc dragon au, two main more plotty scenarios I do have for it:

The Aerith Disaster:

Genesis and Cloud one day went to attack some rich traveling humans in order to take their riches all for themselves. Among them they found Aerith, a human princess. Aerith was being sent off to marry someone, which she really didn't want, and asked Genesis and Cloud if they were perhaps interested in kidnapping her for a while. They asked her why the fuck would they do. Aerith said well, I'm a princess, I am one of the most important people around, I'm sure I can be a valuable addition for any dragon's hoard :) Genesis and Cloud were like do we look stupid to you

Angeal: why is there a human in the cave.

Zack immediately made very good friends with Aerith. So did Cloud. Genesis started liking her because of the sheer drama keeping her caused. Angeal was extremely dubious at first, but then humans started coming to try and free her, and well that was free treasure for his hoard wasn't it

Sephiroth did not like Aerith. He was neutral on her at first because whatever, it's just a human. But then he saw his hoard starting to get attached and he was very much not happy about it. How dare she monopolize so much of their time. He can and will be jealous of this little soft pink thing. And angry that she keeps sassing him despite the fact he can literally swallow her whole

There were a couple interventions staged to make Sephiroth calm down about it. Reminding him he is a dragon and she isn't, he is the strongest and most good looking, lots of either exasperated reassurances or rolling around and showing belly. Sephiroth learnt to sort of tolerate her

In the meanwhile, there was a regular stream of knights coming around to fight the dragons and promptly getting eaten or chased off. Aerith found it all very entertaining. Sitting around on Zack's tail watching Genesis chase people off a mountain and all

Among all the various knights was Tifa, who is a traveling knight without any particular allegiance, and had decided to come save Aerith. She was very determined about it. Kept managing to escape being burnt to a crisp and then coming back. Aerith liked her, honestly. Determined. Strong. Hot

Cloud, being landbound, usually saw the knights coming long before the others did. After a while, he started kind of just hanging around in his burrows watching this happen. His own personal show. He also saw a whole lot of Tifa showing up and then running down the mountain very fast with new scorch marks on her armor

Cloud, laying outside of his hole to bask in some sun: you again? Give it a rest buddy

Eventually Aerith started saying she kind of liked Tifa. Wouldn't mind going off with her. The dragons all thought well, in that case, Tifa should court her properly. Show off she could be a proper mate. Except they're dragons so obviously they have no idea what humans want

Cloud, relaying the information to Tifa: you should... Alright, no scales to shine, obviously, but whatever, make yourself look good for a human. And you can't roar to show off either. Do you have a hoard? Something to impress her? Anything at all? Can you at least catch a deer or something?

Tifa: is like a couple pheasants ok? Because I don't think Aerith can eat a whole deer

Honestly killing the dragons might have been easier than trying to prove to them that Tifa was a good prospect mate

Aerith and Tifa eventually rode off into the sunset to marry and everyone was kind of sad they wouldn't have to bully knights around to protect her. Except Sephiroth Sephiroth is still a jealous ass. Everyone get here they're having an orgy to celebrate the human being gone

The other scenario is the Baby Denzel scenario:

So wyrm packs sometimes overlap in territory with dragons. Cloud is grumpy around other wyrms, but he could accept some being in the general area so long at they didn't come bother him. The combined territories of three dragons + a wyvern are massive, after all, and Cloud originally showed up in Zack's territory so that's where most of his burrows are. When Angeal told him one day a couple wyrms had settled in his territory, Cloud didn't think much of it

But then one day there were some large landslides in Angeal's territory, and he didn't see the wyrms around after, so he got Cloud to come and see if they were alright. Turned out the landslide had hit their burrow, and they had ended up dying in the cave in. But digging about, Cloud did find one intact egg, and he couldn't in his right mind abandon it there

Of course everyone was dubious about it because if the egg hatched then they would all be responsible for a baby, but Cloud just couldn't abandon it to die

He took it to his own burrow and made a nice nest and got to trying to care for it. In a wyrm pack the parents (and eventually older children) would take turns caring for eggs, but Cloud's mates were all too big to fit in his burrows - well, they could in human form, but it was less than ideal and also dragons and wyverns can be a bit claustrophobic in a dirt tunnel - so Cloud was mostly doing the caring while the others hunted for him

Egg eventually hatched. Baby wyrms are extremely tiny. They mostly stay in the burrow for the first weeks, and when they start coming out they are small enough to be vulnerable to a lot of predators. Cue baby Denzel taking his first steps in the grass with five extremely apprehensive parents around him ready to roast anything that gets a little too confident

Denzel learns very fast the joys of sunbathing while lying on top of a very warm parent. Especially those with darker scales, they absorb the eat better. True bliss. Meanwhile Angeal is lying with his son on his flank and never moving from here ever again

First winter was a bit of a problem, because Cloud generally spends it in Sephiroth's gave, but Denzel was still too squirmy to safely transport and too young to understand what exactly was happening. So they had to hibernate in Cloud's burrow. Cue other four apprehensive parents periodically showing up outside the burrow to check if everything was alright

Cloud, getting woken up for the tenth time this winter, barely warm enough to form words: let me fucking sleep

After that they started bringing Denzel and Cloud over to Sephiroth's cave for the winter. Much better that way

Now once wyrm children around grown they either go their own way or stay with the pack. Denzel probably did go off on his own at some point to start his own pack, he was a very independent young wyrm, but he still comes back from time to time to see the good old parents. Which is way more than Zack, Angeal, Sephiroth, or Genesis expected, dragon and wyvern kids leave the cave and never come back as grown ups

#ff7 #asgzc #asgzc dragon au

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twinkodium · 8 months

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i really thought i wasn’t too tired to write to you last night but apparently i was… i remember typing out a message but not sending it away because i fell asleep the moment my head hit my pillow 😭 anywaysss

ahhh but that sounds tough, hope it isn’t too stressful for you :( i don’t really have a lot of hobbies except for sports but to be fair, i am working with my hobby so it’s all good! but yeah it would def give me more time to write 🥲 i had to watch silverstone like two hours late because i was on a flight and i didn’t think i would feel it the same way since it wasn’t live, but god i was shaking on the train from the airport as i watched it lmao it was so good 🤭 hoping for the same this weekend!

lmao right!! i haven’t seen dts either, i saw only like the first two episodes of this season, but i just have this screenshot from twitter shdjshsj

cocky??? as if 😩

i might need him to bleach his hair sometime soon… just for research purposes……. also i love the dedication of going through that many pics 😭

i don’t think i’ll ever not be crazy about him back then 😶😶 truly unfair that he looks like that, rude to all other men tbh!

yeah some weekends get quite chaotic…. like this was my schedule for the weekend in paul ricard/hungaroring, when i also decided to watch italian f4 🫠 (i also think i had some times wrong shdkdhdjdj that sucked)

i have to say that i’m quite boring and mostly like the prema drivers…. kimi especially i guess, but also martinius stenshorne, love to see scandinavian representation 🤭 but yeah they’re def babies! we have a half-swede in f4 and he’s born in 07… he’s leading the championship and he only just turned 16, what 😭

if liam beats oscar, i will most def ship him over to you 🥰 but wait 3 hours of sleep only???? help that’s a nap, not a nights sleep 🥲 hope you’re doing okay though!! and get some rest when you can <3

!!! he talks with his hands!!!!! god i love me a man who’s expressive with his hands. and the ring…. 😮‍💨😮‍💨 i also do love me a buff man, he’s good at wearing loose shirts so it doesn’t show as much but that bathtub pic !!!! mmmmmm it’s etched into my brain

(also about my other ask, pls those pics 😭 also the part when he had his hand on his neck… god no it was a double kill 😤 and the shoulder to waist ratio?? *chefs kiss*)

No worries hun, same thing happened to me yesterday 😭😭😭 why are we always so tired?

This week was the worst probably… with me on my period means extremely mood swings… some drama in my personal life too and everything thrown at me at work to find a solution really made me angry and frustrated 😩 what kind of sports? And what is your job again? I’m pretty sure I’ve read it in one of your anon asks but I can’t remember.. 😞 emotions will come out even if you don’t expect it and I watched Silvo like 3 times already just to savour the moment and happiness they radiated that weekend 🥹🥹🥹

I watched the first season fully I think but I already thought that it’s overdramatic and twisted as shit… so didn’t bother to watch the other seasons 😂 omg now I have to watch that one episode to see why they were saying such a bullshit 😂😂😂 I assume his dry humour came out while having a resting bitch face and people took him seriously 😂😂😂

I want to see him with blonde hair 😭😭 just for a weekend or something! Nothing more cuz I love his brown locks 🥺 I collect pictures like no tomorrow 🫣 but anything for sharing a great one with the Oscar nation 😌

Omg, what is this schedule?? My god it looks that almost every session overlapped each other 🫨🫨 tell me about it… I usually take a screenshot of the schedule on Monday or Tuesday so I can plan ahead. So many times they changed the times after I’ve saved it and missed a beginning of sessions 🥴 torture!

Ahh prema is supreme, I’m not surprised, so sad they don’t seem to excel in f2 😅 I only need one mistake free weekend for the boys but we can’t get it 🥴🥴 wow what a name!! 🫨 I bet the commentators gets it right 😂😂😂😂 07??? Holy hell I’m 10 years older 🥴 whoops deffo a grandma compared to them 😂

Oh thank you dear, I’m waiting for him patiently 🥺🥺🥺 wait I’l have a screenshot my sleeping schedule for the last five nights.

Yesterday I managed to squeeze in almost 5 hours, that a win there 🫣 I usually take naps tho after work like one hour usually but it’s still only 3-4 hours of sleep per day 😂 I love sleeping yet I struggle to sleep well lately.. ☹️

TALKING WITH HANDS is the sexiest thing ever!! And if they wear rings??? Absolute heaven 🫠🫠 he does wear loose shirts now but back in f2.. holy moly 🫨🫨 THAT BATHTUB pic…. His arms my god 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 he can’t be that young lmao it’s not possible 😩😩

The difference between their built is insane! 👀 Liam was really on a muscular side back in f2 and Oscar is just lean haha with an awful back posture mind you 😅 and the fact that Oscar went from that to this is unbelievable and mind blowing to me 🫨🫨🫨

LIKE MY GOD WHY ARE YOU TORTURING ME FOR MAKING THIS MAN EVEN MORE DELICIOUS?? 😭😭😭

(I wanted to share them 🥺 yes yes I’m volunteering to have my hands around his neck too if he asks 😮‍💨😮‍💨 ITS INSANE, the slutty waist with his wide shoulders?? Killer 😭😭😭)

#asks #Jackie 🧡#buttercup 🥰#deffo some stuff is here that’s not for minors #not so pg stuff #Oscar #Liam #this asks looks like a little novel lmao

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dyed-red · 1 year

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okay very short mini rant time but -

not having emotions isn’t a thing. or at the very very least, it’s not a thing for soulless!sam. the writers hand-waved “soulless doesn’t feel” but that makes no sense and they’re wrong and it falls apart if we so much as poke it with a twig, let alone a proper stick.

emotions are information that act as input into decision-making. the very limited cases of human beings lacking the ability to feel fear or any other particular emotion, or lacking emotional input into their decisions? yeah, it’s not good. either wander into danger they can’t handle because there is no input into the decision-making process that says No, Don’t Do That, or at the extreme end, they can’t make decisions because they have no insight into what they might prefer or want or desire, or even not prefer or not want or not desire, so each minor choice is paralyzing because the part of the brain dedicated to do the choosing doesn’t exist.

if soulless really didn’t have emotions, he wouldn’t be doing much at all.

you can say “he’s making choices based on physiological stimulus” and that desire (like a desire for sex, or a desire to get a hunt completed and kill the monster) isn’t a feeling, but i promise you that it is, and that we can’t fully or truly disentangle physiology from emotion either.

in fact soulless!sam seems to have no issue whatsoever experiencing positive emotions like desire, enjoyment, contentment, satisfaction, pride, etc. He seems capable of vexation and irritation too. We don’t really see him angry in the same way sam would be, but he does sort of go into a violent rage and beat someone with his bare fists in a flashback, right? i promise that without emotion, exerting that kind of energy on a task just... wouldn’t happen. because you’re incapable of caring about the outcome of the task, no matter how ‘rational’ or ‘logical’ that outcome may seem (because what’s rational and logical depend on what we care about and what goals we have selected, which again, occurs in the context of having emotions to guide us toward what those desired end states might look like).

soulless!sam seems, as far as i can tell, to lack two things: 1) the ability to experience bonds with others, and 2) the ability to intuit or experience conscious insight into his own emotions.

on the first, his lack of connection to dean despite understanding he prefers to have him around, his willingness to kill bobby, his complete and utter lack of care for lisa and ben despite knowing on some level that he should care about them, or would if he were his usual self, even if only as an extension of who and what dean cares about. soulless just... doesn’t experience that deeply human need for social connection nor the automatic way it manifests nor any bonding toward others. some failure of oxytocin going on there (the soul is stored in the oxytocin receptor site?).

on the second, sam doesn’t know what he’s feeling when he hasn’t got a soul. he equates that with not really feeling anything, or at least that what we’re told as shorthand pretty quickly, because what he actually says when asked what he’s feeling is “i don’t know”. because - he doesn’t. but that doesn’t mean he’s not actually feeling anything, it means he has no conscious insight into it.

his feelings are just feelings to him, just information. they are understood in terms of how they impact his end state aims (i want to finish this hunt, i want to have sex with this hippie chick, i don’t want to put up with this fairy lady, i don’t want to suffer by having my soul put back in) but are not understood in and of themselves (i don’t know if i feel angry or sad or happy in response to setbacks or steps forward toward these desired ends. at most i know i experience a sense of satisfaction when my aims are accomplished, but this is understood mostly through checking that aim off the list and being able to direct my attention and resources toward new goals. i don’t know why i do this, i just do).

the lack of bonding means he doesn’t feel interpersonal guilt or remorse for hurt and harm he has caused, nor a sense of loss or grief based on his connections (or lack thereof) with others, nor an anticipatory sense of guilt, remorse, grief, or regret at pursuing interpersonal harm, so long as the harm is deemed as needed or even just helpful in furthering one of his desired end goals. this increases our perception that he doesn’t have feelings at all, when what he’s really missing are mostly a subset of social emotions, and that’s not even unique to soulless people! (and look, i don’t want to go down the rabbit hole of how fucked up i think it is that the writers, intentionally or not (but i suspect intentionally) more or less equated sam’s soullessness with some clinical features of psychopathy.)

anyway that’s more or less my rant. the concept of soullessness and how it manifests bothers the shit out of me, the explanations for it in-universe are misleading (though understandable in-universe even if i’d expect cas to provide a clearer explanation tbh), soulless!sam feels a lot, and i still haven’t managed to do a proper/full s6 rewatch as a result of my vexation.

#canon critical #wank for ts #phyn rants #negativity for ts #sorry my ted talk is a ted rant #i both adore soulless!sam an cannot stand the soulless!sam storyline #the duality of the gamble era for me in a nutshell

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krem-does-stuff · 1 year

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World's dumbest spymaster (part 2)

Azriel/Eris

Summary: The way in which Azriel’s family learns about his relationship with Eris is not exactly the way he envisioned it.

Word count: 2795

Warnings: none

Part 1

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When Azriel arrives in front of the Cabin with Eris by his side, Rhys and Cassian are already outside and their slightly snowy clothes suggest that they have started the warm-up early. Rhys levels him with an indescribable look and Azriel suddenly regrets that he didn’t choose to avoid the confrontation for a little longer.

Heart in his throat he looks at Eris trying to discern what he's thinking but Eris is as composed and nonchalant as possible. His face is a perfect picture of relaxed confidence, shoulders straight but not stiff, chin up, eyes on the enemies. Well, probably not enemies anymore, they are a family now, right?

The thought makes him feel a bit hysterical so he abandons it for the time being.

His hand itches to grab Eris's shoulder and pull him close so he balls it forcefully and tries to compose himself. Cat's out of the bag now, it's too late to be nervous, the only thing he can do is own it.

Actually he would very much prefer to really own it, for example by taking Eris hand in his own or kissing him in the cheek or brow or just do anything, really, to show them all that he's not embarrassed. He's not ashamed of his relationship with Eris. He's not ashamed of Eris.

But he's not doing anything of the sorts in fear that this public display of affection would be unwelcome by Eris. Even in Autumn, when absolutely nobody would dare to threaten the High Lord if their relationship goes viral, Eris is very careful with maintaining appearances. He doesn't exactly hide Azriel, but he's not hugging him in courtiers' presence either.

The thought that Eris might pull away from his kiss or take his hand back now, in front of Rhys and Cassian, is unfathomably painful so he just stands there, ramrod straight, not touching Eris at all and waits for the hellfire.

"You look like you arrived at your own execution," Rhysand says and Azriel is not entirely sure if his tone is teasing in a nice way or more hostile way, the way that ends with him banished forever.

"Did I?"

"Execution by snow won't be easy but we can surely try." Cassian is already bouncing a snowball in his hand, the look in his eyes as amused as in Eris's room before. Pity that Rhys isn't sharing this sentiment.

Azriel can read people, he can read people really well, okay? But Rhys's face is purposefully closed and guarded and Azriel cannot say if he’s pissed, or disappointed, or sad, or one step from telling him to go fuck himself to Autumn and don't come back. Certainly he isn't vomiting rainbows and sunshine right now. Cassian's easy approach to the topic made him assume that all the inner circle is fine with the news. He assumed wrong.

"Can you just be out with it?" He snaps and Rhysand raises one eyebrow, the first sign of emotion on his passive face.

"Out with what?"

"With whatever you are hiding behind this mask of indifference right now. Are you angry with me?"

"I'm certainly not happy that my spymaster has been keeping secrets from me."

"Apparently I haven't since you already knew about it."

"I didn't know, I guessed. Cassian only confirmed it twenty minutes ago. Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's not the spy report, it's my personal life. I'm not obliged to tell my High Lord about my relationships."

"I thought I was your brother as well."

The implication that Rhys is the victim here doesn't sit well with Azriel. It sits extremely unwell. He does feel guilty but it's not like he was choking himself with this secret without a good fucking reason.

"You threw a fit when I wanted to pursue Elain. Was I to believe that you will pat my back when I tell you I'm in love with another High Lord?"

There it is. The L world just spilled out of him and he's so fucking angry at himself that he said it now, that it wasn't during private conversation when Eris learned about Azriel's hopeless little feelings.

He must admit though that he doesn't remember Rhys being so bewildered in the last decade and it gives him a little rush of satisfaction. His High Lord probably didn't anticipate any declarations of love on this fine day. How could he when even Azriel didn't anticipate it and it was his traitor mouth that got the best of him.

Cassian is stunned into silence as well but in his case it's not an exactly unusual occurrence. Cassian is sometimes stunned by a particularly appetizing cake. Probably none of them realized how deep Azriel's feelings for Eris go.

Idea of looking at Eris right now fills him with dread but he has to, the alternative of not knowing Eris's reaction to this confession is much much worse, so he dares to look. Numb relief washes over him as he sees that Eris doesn't seem to be angry or shocked or prone to any mocking. There's warmth in his amber eyes and the same warmth fills Azriel's heart to the brim.

He already feels like he threw himself off the cliff and doesn't have anything to risk anymore so he finally lets himself take Eris' hand into his own. Time seems to stretch and his heart thunders in anticipation, half expecting to be rejected, to be considered pathetic and weak, but Eris only squeezes his hand ever so gently.

The gesture feels monumental. It's earth shattering.

"So what, you forgot Elain and found the next most problematic person in Prythian?" Rhys's words interrupt Azriel's epiphany and his mood goes from elated to seething with anger in a nanosecond.

"Yes. That's the only thing I was thinking about when going into this relationship: you and how it will affect you."

"I'm sure you are aware that your choice of partner is not easy to navigate politically."

"You really think I didn't agonize about it for the last few months? But you know what conclusion I reached? I don't care. I'm sorry Rhys. I'm happy. For the first time in gods know how long I am really, truly happy. I won't give that up." The work he had to put into not letting his voice crack at the last sentence is immense but he's relatively sure he managed it.

"I'm not asking you to." Rhys's tone is suddenly much more gentle and now it is Azriel's turn to be stunned.

"Then what are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that I'm disappointed you thought you couldn't trust us with it. It's a very different situation than with Elain. She is mated to someone else.”

Azriel feels a miniscule twitch of Eris's hand and he wishes desperately for Rhysand to stop bringing up Elain. He wishes for himself to go back in time and kick his own ass for the mere idea of mentioning her. What the fuck was he thinking? He doesn't want Eris to feel like he's the second choice. It couldn't be further from the truth but it's probably not the best moment to assure Eris about that.

"I’m not trying to forbid you from having a relationship or being happy,” Rhys continues, oblivious to Azriel's inner turmoil. “It's a political nightmare but I'm sure we can think of something that works for everyone."

"You are not going to fire me from being your spymaster?"

"Do you want me to?"

"Of course not."

“Then I won’t”.

All the fight he had stored inside suddenly leaves him and Azriel feels exhausted and adrift in his own overloaded mind that tries to shut itself to limit the stimuli. Eris’s hand is the only thing tethering him to reality.

Rhys is not going to banish him or punish him. He’s visibly not ecstatic about Eris but he’s not unkind either. He offered to try and make it work and it’s enough. Actually it's everything. It’s everything Azriel was hoping for - to be given a chance.

Some sincere congratulations and best wishes wouldn't be unwelcome either but let’s not push it.

He’s suddenly aware that Eris hasn't said even one word during all this exchange. His presence is steady and comforting but the silence seems uncharacteristic for someone who can decimate people with his charisma. Is he uncomfortable to stand here in front of Azriel’s brothers, while their relationship is being poked at with a stick like a dead carcass?

"Is that your idea of a snowball fight? Standing and looking menacingly at each other?" Lucien materializes out of nowhere, like he suddenly sprang from the box at the slightest mention of his mate.

“Yes, as you can see we are changing the formula this year,” Cassian snorts, throwing the snowball in his hand higher and higher, like he’s itching to put it in someone's face.

Lucien eyes the bouncing snowball warily for a moment and then his gaze goes to Azriel's and Eris's clasped hands. He doesn't seem surprised even one bit and a gnawing suspicion bites Azriel in the ass.

"You knew as well?"

Does everyone fucking knew? When Cassian said ‘the whole inner circle’ Azriel somehow didn’t think that it meant they were discussing his private life with Lucien as well.

"Yes. Well, ah-" Lucien is wincing in Eris's direction and Azriel turns to his lover trying not to stare accusingly.

"You told him?" It comes out extremely accusing.

"Yes.” Eris shrugs unapologetically. “It's not like Lucien would judge us."

"I honestly couldn't care less about who you fuck." Lucien is quick to assure.

Azriel can only stare and stare and stare. He didn’t anticipate the blow coming from this direction.

"Who else did you tell?”

Now, finally, Eris is starting to look a bit guilty.

"I might have told my mother as well."

"You told your mother?"

Eris's eyes become even more shifty and now Azriel is sure they’ve only scratched the surface.

"Who else?" he asks with a sense of impending doom.

"All my other brothers. And my second in command. And my stableboy, he’s a really nosey bastard. And judging by his comments I'm sure my mom informed Helion by now but that's not on me."

The only thing Azriel is capable of doing now is gaping. Eris just went and told half of his fucking court, didn't he?

"You spend a lot of time in Autumn, what was I supposed to tell them? That we are playing chess? Some of them are dumb, but not that dumb."

No. Apparently no one is as dumb as Azriel. He might be the dumbest spymaster ever. He was the only person still thinking that their relationship was a secret, when everyone in Azriel's and Eris's families and probably dozens of other fae talked about it freely with each other during their morning tea.

How are you Helion? Do you know that Azriel is fucking Eris? Oh sure, even my handmaiden knows, yesterday I heard people talking about it at the market…

"I'm not ashamed of you." Eris’s voice is suddenly very serious and something grips Azriel’s heart painfully at the implication that Azriel might be.

"I'm not ashamed of you as well," he says quickly but it doesn't erase this suffocating feeling of guilt. He didn’t exactly behave like someone who is not ashamed. Did Eris feel like he was some dirty secret, worthy only of sweeping under the carpet?

“That’s all very sweet but the snow is going to melt if we will stand here for one fucking minute longer.” Cassian looks like he reached the end of his patience so Azriel packs all his feelings in his pocket and dutifully starts rubbing snow in Cassian’s face. He will talk to Eris later. He will apologize and grovel and do other things to prove that he really cares, that he’s proud and not embarrassed at all. Right now there's a snowball fight to win.

They do manage to have fun in the end. After Rhysand alleviates all his hurt feelings by bombarding Azriel with snowballs, that’s it. Throwing each other face-down in the piles of snow seems to marvelously dissipate all the tensions.

Azriel assumed, again very wrongly, that the fight will be easier to win while having an obvious ally in the field. Eris turned out to be much more of a distraction than anything else though, with his hair mussed, cheeks pink from the frost, snowflakes on his eyelashes. Azriel stopped counting times when he got hit while staring at his lover sometime after twenty.

Usually he would be much more disgruntled to lose a fight but this time he just cannot find the will to care. Not when he gets to sit in the Cabin's huge bathtub, soaking in the hot water, while having naked Eris relaxing between his thighs and leaning on his chest. They did give up on the birchin in favor of this and he cannot possibly be more pleased and satisfied.

“I seem to recall you bragging about usually winning the snowball fight.” Azriel’s satisfaction seems to ebb away a little with Eris’s quip.

“You were distracting me.”

“I did nothing of the sort.”

“You very much did.”

“Care to say what exactly I did?”

“You were looking pretty.”

Eris snorts and lets his head fall back to Azriel’s shoulder and Azriel distracts himself by stroking Eris’s wet hair out of his forehead and feeling blissful about the fact that he can.

"My mother wants to meet you, you know. She's still a bit nonplussed about this whole strangling me at the High Lords meeting so you will probably have to say that you're sorry but other than that she's overjoyed that you are making me happy."

"Am I?"

"Didn't you notice that as well?"

This reminds Azriel just how dumb he is when it comes to things pertaining to relationships. He probably should have just talked with Rhys at the beginning of things and spared himself months of torment and Eris months of thinking that somebody is ashamed of him.

“I’m not ashamed of you,” he tries again, though he very much doubts that the damage can be reversed just as easily.

"I never thought you were. And just so you know, I love you too."

The words make Azriel much warmer than the hottest bathwater ever could and he closes his arms around Eris’s shoulders a little tighter.

"I'm sorry I said it first in front of everyone".

"I don't mind. I'm sorry that I told everybody about our relationship and didn't inform you.”

“Why didn't you?”

“You didn't seem to be ready. I didn't want to force you or rush you into anything but I had to talk with someone or I would go crazy. And maybe, just maybe, I wanted to brag to everyone interested that I managed to snatch the great Night Court’s Shadowsinger for myself.”

Azriel hides his snort in Eris’s hair.

"The great Night Court’s Shadowsinger is all yours.”

“Good.”

Good. Yes, that’s the word, it’s all good now. Azriel finally feels truly peaceful and truly relaxed, without the stress of hiding this relationship constantly gnawing at his consciousness. He could very well stay here forever, closed in a small, cozy space with Eris in his arms, a little tired after physical workout, but not tired enough not to start something more. They are both already naked after all, it seems like a wasted opportunity not to utilize it.

“How awkward do you think it is for Lucien to sit there with your brothers, naked?” Eris asks and promptly shuts all of Azriel’s thoughts about physical intimacy.

“It's very concerning that you keep circling back to this subject.”

“You will have to take me there some year, to alleviate my curiosity.”

“Over my dead body.”

He will sooner level the birchin with the ground. All the birchins in the Night Court in fact.

“What exactly do you think will happen when your brothers see my naked body? They are both mated. To females.”

“Yeah and I don't recall them showing their naked partners all around just because they are already mated.”

“Are you sure? Because I remember Feyre being practically naked the last time you officially visited the Court of Nightmares.”

The idea of Eris ogling Feyre's almost bared body is raising all his hackles all at once. It’s almost as bad as the cursed topic of his naked brothers.

“What are you trying to achieve with this discussion?” Azriel asks darkly.

Eris raises his proud chin with studied nonchalance and smiles serenely.

“I’m trying to get you mad with jealousy so you will fuck me in this bathtub.”

Azriel doesn't have to be told twice.

#azris #Azriel #eris vanserra #azriel x eris #azris fanfiction

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melis-writes · 1 year

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In my opinion, Al's portrayal of michael corleone is good, but I can't take him seriously in some parts of the first 2 movies, because al (for me) just stares and speaks, like he's staring like this : 😐, without any emotion, idk if that's supposed to be part of Michael's character or that's al just staring, and that annoys me, I never ever liked michael in the movies and ofc I'm not gonna like him in the book, the only time i like michael is when you're writing him, I hate michael and the things he did, i only find him hot because that's al pacino, because who wouldn't like him?, I find his portrayal of michael is pt 3 is better, because he finally shows emotion (or maybe that's what I think he did), i always liked his late 80s - 90's movies more, because he (again) shows emotion, when he's sad, you see it, when he's angry you see it, when he's happy, he smiles with all his heart, the only 70's movies I liked were panic in needle park, dog day afternoon and and justice for all, didn't like the rest because he's just staring, he deserved the oscar for his acting in scent of a woman, but I'm not sure about his acting in the godfather movies.

What makes me sad, is the al pacino Fandom are stuck in his 70's movies, if you realized

I never hear anyone talk about his recent movies except the irishman, movies like Danny collins, Hangman, Marchant of Venice and two for the money deserve more attention, I do hear people talk about the 80s movies, but it's just scarface, i do hear people talk about his 90's movies but they're just heat and Tgf pt3

I do love Al's 70's movies, but they're a bit overrated now

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The silent, emotional stares and sitting is 100% in Godfather 2 Michael Corleone's personality, sorry to say. 😂😅 The only other time I saw Michael like that in the first film was during Vito's funeral and well, you kinda have to sit there and stare during a funeral but my man was showing zero emotions despite his father having just died. 😶

It's because Michael's become such a hardened man with little to no humanity left in him. His own choices and actions have torn apart his family and essentially left him soulless in return. He took things too far, he seemed to have no intention of making the Corleone family completely legitimate after seven years (and has the audacity to say "just when I thought I was out..." uhhh, no. You liked being in!) and of course, the final nail on the coffin was finding out Fredo was the traitor. You can't really blame Michael in a way because of everything he's been through (survived an assassination and brother was the reason why he and his wife almost died, Kay got an abortion, growing more distant from Tom whom he only trusts, his mother died). 😢

If you didn't like film Michael though, trust me, you'd love book Michael! 😂❤ Book Michael laughs and smiles a lot, even cracks jokes and is a lot more emotional. He definitely doesn't sit there quietly and emotionless--he's extremely different from film Michael which baffled me when I read the book. He's actually a sweetheart if you ask me, and more family oriented. 💕

I don't think being stuck in Al's 70's filmography is a bad thing! Al made so many amazing films back to back in the 70s! It was his era! That was his decade!! ❤❤❤ He also didn't make a film for every single year in the 80s either, so we didn't have any films from him in 1984, 1986, 1987 or 1988! I think because Al is so phenomenally talented at playing action packed characters and gangster films, that a lot of us prefer and love his films in that genre. That's also why I think Heat and Carlito's Way are really loved too. That's not to say Al hasn't made other good films, he has! I for one love, love, love, The Panic in Needle Park, Scarecrow, ...And Justice for All and Bobby Deerfield too. 🥰

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#al pacino #michael corleone

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aloyxtilda · 1 year

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What is the hardest part about being poly and what is the best part? Has it been hard for you? Just curious!

In any relationships, there are always ups and downs. But I'd say sometimes finding more time to give attention to my lovers can be hard. I'm very busy some weeks more than others. I can get caught up in work or passion projects regularly. This is another reason why I prefer to have no more than 1-3 partners at a time. That way I can give all the love and attention that they deserve. But most of the time they know me and understand. Normally however, I am always there. A phone call or message away.

The best part is we all are mutually on the same page. Extremely open with each other and honest. Honesty is key. I only feel comfortable when the person is genuine and honest. If I sense dishonesty then it can be a problem. I need people who can talk openly about their feelings and not be afraid to hurt me. I am extremely understanding and always listen and try to make them feel comfortable enough. I only want their happiness. But that is the best part. There are no reasons for secrets or cheating and lies. Everyone is honest and just happy to be there with you when you can be. We appreciate each other's company and time. Love is genuine. Not forced.

Not saying I haven't been in poly relationships where people haven't been dishonest or genuine. Because I have. But those lovers don't stay long. I catch on quick and they tend to run away when I remove their mask. They can't fool me anymore and the show ends. But when I do find incredible lovers who are open and genuine, they become very special people in my life who are with me long and even if they wish to move on romantically, we remain close friends.

I never put a leash on anyone. They are free to come and go as they please. And I like that for myself in return. If someone gets upset at that, angry they can't keep me bound to them as their lover or unable to accept my wishes and can't continue talking to me because of it. Then they were either not mature enough for me, not ready for polyamory or never meant for me. So I let them go. I get a lot of people who claim they are poly just so they can get me to fall for them. But then become possessive, jealous and upset easily. However, I can understand a little jealousy. That does happen at times. And I always talk it out and reassure them. Comfort them. Because that can be hard and I'd never want to hurt them or make them feel lesser than others I love. I encourage my lovers to tell me if something is making them feel sad or hurt. I only expect the same in return. I think being poly in the first year or two is hard if you're not used to it. But in time, you learn to let go of old feelings and fears. The more honest and open lovers you get, the less fears and insecurities you have. Specially if you had abusive and toxic or possesive relationships in your past.

Hope this helps. 🌹

#thank you for asking #🌹💓#polyamory

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Not an unpopular opinion, but probably an extremely, extremely hated and unwelcomed one. I really see tension between taekook around 2018-2019. Just to be clear, *maybe* tension isnt the right word… but definitely some uncertainty between them in 2018 and more of a “distant” feel in 2019. Not sure why people get in their feelings about this topic and try to deny it, when no one seemed to be hiding their discomfort. I think people are putting these men on a pedestal, but theyre forgetting that wait yeah they have the right to be angry and upset. Whether a relationship is healthy or not, there is going to be ups and downs. I mean take a look at your own life, are you always happy? And yeah the whole group suffered a lot in 2018, but wow taehyung seems so far removed during this time period. I think one of the anons pointed out that he seemed depressed long, long before covid hit. I personally think because the pandemic hit, they had a bit more free time, time for reflection, they might have strengthened their relationship. I *personally* dont think the ITS convo contributed much because as ur anons say they were close before and close after. Maybe because im a tae stan, but i feel like his sadness during this time is obvious. Many people have theories about what and why he was feeling down. All of them could be right, its probably a mixture of all of them. I really thought contract discussions back then wouldnt be as tough for the group, but with the way the members looked during that time, it was a lot worse than i initially thought. I always had the feeling that he didnt wanna renew his contract that time, and thats why he looked so depressed in those 2018 concerts, he lost a lot of weight too. I remember jimin saying tae left the dorm for 2 months during that period, i think he was with his family at one point. If memory serves me right, the members were worried about him during this time. Taehyung strikes me as someone that wants to separate work from personal life. Theres so many things the members say that make me think that. Jimin tried calling him when he was in japan with his family, but tae never reached out. Alright for that one, theres plenty of reasons why tae didnt reach back out. You can say that it could be a misunderstanding, but he actually did it a lot. To be fair, i dont think he tries to *actively* separate the two anymore, but thats what i noticed when going over bts stuff. I dont think its right to say that there was a “break up”during this time because we only know what they show and say, but from what i saw, i do see tae distancing himself from the entire group in general. Jungkook is harder for me to read, so i cant really speak on that, i can only assume from what the members say that he was pretty sad too

Of course every relationship is going to have its ups and downs -- that’s true of platonic and romantic relationships alike, and so I’m sure it’s true of Taehyung and Jungkook either way.

I definitely think there was a lot going on with both of them in 2018. Obviously we know that some of the members of BTS (we can only make educated guesses about which ones) were considering quitting in early 2018. I mean, we talk about “disbandment talks,” but really, we know from the way various members have spoken about this over the years that some of them were thinking they might want out, and others of them did not want that, and that conflict led to the group considering calling it quits.

More below.

We know that Jungkook was really distant around that time because the members have since talked about it, and we know that Taehyung seems to have been going through something around then too. We know that the two of them received long texts from Yoongi that said “I love you” at the end.

Anything the two of them were feeling at the time could have had something to do with their relationship, but it also may very well not have. It could be that their relationship was what got them through it, for all we know. All we really know about that is that they were both going through something emotional.

As far as 2019 goes, you’re definitely not alone in seeing weirdness between them that year, but I confess I’ve just never really seen it. 2018 yes, it seems clear that whatever was going on, something certainly was. 2019, though, I don’t see the same tension that some people talk about. I definitely don’t see 2019 TK as distant.

I wasn’t around then, so maybe this is just a function of getting my moments all at once, rather than seeing them happen in real time, but there are just so many things that happened in 2019 that seem indicative of a strong, close bond to me. All of the BWL concert moments, Jin’s birthday V Live, the May 2019 V Live when they seemed to be sharing a room at a hotel but keeping it secret. Those are just a handful, and there were quite a lot all things considered.

So yeah, I don’t know, personally I just don’t understand the “TK were distant in 2019″ thing. You’re definitely not alone in thinking it, and again maybe it’s just because I wasn’t seeing it in real time, but it just doesn’t appear that way to me in retrospect.

As far as 2018 goes, the members have talked about Jungkook being distant from the group early that year, at the very least, and we know the disbandment talks were happening around the same time. Until and unless BTS ever opens up more about what that entailed, all we can really do is guess. There are a lot of narratives that fit the small amount of information we have, but personally, I suspect that Taehyung and Jungkook had a lot to do with those talks.

Thank you for sharing your thoughts!

#ask #taekook

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A Rose of Winter - Chapter 16

Summary: All Daniel wanted to do was escape the stifling life as a Stark of Winterfell and travel the world. Between the looming threat North of The Wall and the den of lions in the capital, he unexpectedly finds love in the midst of a war set to tear Westeros apart. Caught between loyalty to his family and duty, he is torn in a thousand directions that all point to one man: Philip Flowers.

Rating: E (There are only a few smut scenes but it's an M for battles, war, and other adult topics)

Tags/warnings: I removed most triggers (no R or SA, no minors involved in sex, no gore). It does include: Deaths either written without details or in a poetic way if it's an important character (Dan and Phil, Ghost and Balerion will live but everyone else is fair game). Strangers to lovers, Slow Burn, missing each other. The prophecies and stories foreshadowed are fulfilled, a satisfying ending to the entire story without plot holes. Extreme canon divergence. Dan and Phil are not replacing characters, they were written in. GAME OF THRONES AU

Author's Note: This is my OSPBB 2022, Couldn't have done it without my betas @effingmeteors and @filisaceaf.

Word Count: Each chapter will be around 15k and have at least one Dan or Phil pov. The total wc is about 210k.

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SANSA

Sansa stepped out of the Courtyard and smiled as she looked around. Winterfell was completely white from the first snows of winter. She knew this would be unlike any other winter before but it still helped her feel more at home. It was a weird feeling being back when it was not all of them together. One by one, she’d lost her family members, those who made the beautiful castle a home and everyone who had ever known her parents was gone. She had not felt so out of place with Jon and Dan back but now that they were in Dragonstone, things felt different.

She let out a deep sigh, her smile finally vanishing from her face. She wondered if Bran and Arya… no, she couldn’t allow herself to think about them. Nobody had heard of them in years and she couldn’t afford to lose herself to sadness. The people of Winterfell counted on her to prepare for the upcoming winter and, more importantly, for the battles to come. Dan had taken her opinion in high regard and she didn’t want to disappoint him.

The armoury looked well equipped but she instructed the blacksmith to continue working on new weapons until Jon could bring dragonglass. The man asked her how long it would be until the King returned but Sansa didn’t know what to say. “When he gets what we need. You need to trust.”

They still needed more grain. She wouldn’t have imagined that Lord Renly would be helping with that matter by continuing to raise pigs in the small farm he’d been handling the last few years and putting the meat to dry in salt. Ser Loras had helped as well, even if he was still angry at those who had known about Renly’s escape, but pleading with Lady Olenna on behalf of Winterfell had worked, even if it had come with a cost. Ser Loras was to lead the Tyrell army into battle on her behalf for the Targaryen Queen which openly opposed Renly’s claim to The Iron Throne. Still, Renly smiled and let him know that leading an army was what he was best at and he should listen to his family.

Sansa had felt a bit flustered at the way they looked at each other; she felt as if she was intruding into a very private moment. Ser Loras had smiled at her sadly, and told her not to worry about the grain. Highgarden would aid the north.

That expression made her nod and leave as fast as possible. Sansa knew well why Loras only had sad smiles, why even the few happy moments he had were clouded by melancholy. He missed Margaery, just like Sansa missed her - and Shae. She stopped in the middle of the Courtyard and realised that she was the common denominator in the equation. She barely had any family left and no friends at all. Every single friend she’d ever had had died in horrible circumstances or abandoned her; even those she left behind when she left for King’s Landing - they were all gone.

She hadn’t realised she was crying until one of the guards approached her with a frown. “Lady Sansa, is everything alright?”

Sansa rubbed at the tear rolling down her cheek and sniffled. “Yes. I’m just - my eyes are tired from sewing. I should head inside.”

“My Lady, if I may-”

“Yes?”

“There’s a girl at the gates, she’s carrying a young man, a cripple. He asked for you by name.”

Taking a step back, she gasped. Could it be? She ran to the gates and froze on the spot. “Bran?” she called.

Her brother turned towards her and smiled, his eyes a bit far away, but it was still him.

“Bran!” She yelled and ran to him, pulling him into a tight hug. He was so tall even sitting on the cart! “You have grown so much.”

“You too,” he said. “I wish I could have been there to help you when you needed me; I’m sorry.”

Sansa pulled away and looked into his eyes with a frown. “What do you mean?”

“I’ve seen it all. I’m the Three-Eyed Raven now. I’ve seen what Joffrey did, and Littlefinger and Cersei and even what Ramsay would have done to you if you hadn’t killed Littlefinger. You did the right thing.”

“How?”

“I’m still learning to control the greensight. Let’s sit by the fire. I’ll tell you everything, but first we need to let Jon know.”

“Know what?” Sansa asked.

“When to strike. There isn’t much time. We need to get everyone ready for battle.”

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Staring out of her window, Sansa smiled and continued working metal pieces and feathers into her heavier dress. She could see Lady Brienne sparring with Podrick and off to the side, Shireen was trying her best to avoid getting hit by Lyanna Mormont’s mighty sword. The girls were young but knew it was very important for them as women to not depend on men to fight for them. Even if they had someone to protect them, things could change in a moment and they would need to kill someone to save themselves. Sansa taught Shireen every single thing she’s learned in King’s Landing and perhaps, she too looked closely at how Lyanna moved. She found swords troublesome but she needed to at least learn to swing one, just in case. Dan had helped her with her dag- with the dagger.

Suddenly, a set of hands covered her eyes and Sansa moved her hand to her thighs reaching for the blade.

“Hello, ugly,” a voice whispered in her ear. She knew that voice, she would never forget it, even if it had been years. She remembered looking at herself in the mirror with her best dress and a new hairstyle before a feast only to hear a laugh behind her. Sansa would call her midget and sob fat tears of rage at Arya’s mocking voice calling her ugly.

She smiled. She’d have never guessed one day she’d be happy to be called ugly, but she grabbed her sister’s hands and brought them to her lips. “H-hello, midget,” she said, trying her best not to cry.

Arya wrapped her into a tight hug from behind. “I’ve missed you.”

Sansa tried to stand but Arya laughed and pulled her back onto her chair. “Shhh, I’m still too short!” She laughed.

“I’m still ugly,” Sansa joined.

“You are not ugly, you have never been ugly. You couldn’t be ugly if you tried,” Arya sniffled.

“Stop complimenting me, I’ll think you are someone pretending to be my sister.”

“Hmm, almost, but no,” Arya said, finally letting go of Sansa to sit across from her.

“What do you mean?”

Arya only smiled and shook her head. “Nevermind. How are you?”

Sansa let out a deep sigh and looked into the fire. “I - I am alright, now that you are here, and Bran too.”

“Bran?” Arya asked, her eyes shining.

Nodding, Sansa extended her hand towards her little sister and led her to the Godswood

DAENERYS

Daenerys looked down at the message Varys had just delivered. A raven coming from Casterly Rock, where she had sent Grey Worm and her Unsullied. She and Tyrion had decided that it would be advantageous to overtake the Lannister home and resources, whatever there might be left. To her surprise, they had left the castle entirely empty, except - Once they entered the castle, the Greyjoy fleet had put them under siege. The Lannister men had already marched south to attack Highgarden with a stronger army than she and Olenna had anticipated. The Dothraki were already there but the Unsullied could not join them and lose Casterly Rock. There was only one option.

“Right. Lord Varys, I am leaving you and Missandei in charge for a few hours, perhaps a full day.”

“Your Grace, surely you are not about to -”

“Surely I am, Lord Varys. I am not going to let my people and my allies die while I sit idly by.”

She walked past The Spider and rushed to her bedroom, putting on a light coat that still allowed her a good range of movement. It was going to be a long trip. Danny smiled in spite of the gravity of the situation when she turned a corner and found Phil pressing Dan against a wall, kissing him passionately. For a moment she wondered…

“Your Grace?” Jon Snow called after her. “Have you considered my request? We really need to mine for dragonglass.”

“I am much too busy, Lord Snow. We will speak upon my return,” she said, not stopping to speak to him, causing him to run after her even out to the hillside.

“Return? Where are you going?”

“To battle, of course. My bloodriders need me,” Daenerys said.

Jon Snow finally nodded and stepped back as she climbed onto Drogon. “I wish you good fortune and safe travels.”

“Thank you.”

She gave the command and Drogon rose high above the clouds, Viserion and Rhaegal followed them in the journey South West. According to Danny’s calculations, if she flew at the perfect angle, she’d be able to see the Kingswood and travel west from there, straight to Highgarden.

Flying was one of the most wonderful feelings in the world, even when the winds were strong and the stakes were high, there was no other place she’d rather be than on Drogon’s back. It was, perhaps, a bit silly, but she had missed the freedom of coming and going as she wished instead of being confined to her birth home.

Then she finally saw it. The Kingswood. She directed Drogon west and laughed when she saw her other children taking some fish from the Narrow Sea before following her. Daenerys followed the Wendwater river into the forest and what she assumed to be the Blueburn river. At least she could make no mistake, any of the rivers in the part of Westeros came from the Mander and would consequently lead her to her destination.

The Lannister camp was hard to miss from the sky as well, even as the Dothraki were raiding it. She saw carts full of food leaving for King’s Landing, no doubt a demand in exchange for letting Olenna live just a bit longer. At least Daenerys hoped the Lady was alive still, that she hadn’t been too late to save her. Taking a deep breath, Danny said “Dracarys.”

It was odd to finally be able to do this, it didn’t bring her any joy, nor did it let her anger for what The Lannisters had done to her family. Watching their soldiers burn alive and run, screaming in pain was an awful thing to do, but by taking the offensive, Danny was saving so many Dothraki lives, southern lives too.

She saw from the sky that the Lannister army had a weird and enormous device, almost like a harpoon, and one of the men was rushing to point it at her child. She made Drogon land just out of reach, but not a minute after hitting the ground, a man charged at them with a spear while another was after him. Drogon didn't need her command to try to burn them both. She was unable to see through the flames, but when the fire was finally out, they were no longer there.

The gates of Highgarden opened for her, welcoming her, but first, she asked the surviving Lannister soldiers to swear loyalty to her in exchange for their lives. Most of them accepted and bent the knee, but two men refused.

The head of House Tarly and his son both chose to die by fire instead of joining her. She knew it would be wise to keep the son alive but what loyalty could she expect from a man if she had burned his father. Both of them were openly opposing her and if she pardoned them, her word would lose all meaning, so she had to.

Daenerys was led inside with a group of Dothraki in tow and invited into Lady Olenna’s study.

“Your Grace, it is good to see you.”

“I feared I’d been too late,” Daenerys said with a smile. She liked the woman, they hadn’t met that long ago but it was the closest to a grandmother she has ever had.

Lady Olenna shook a small vial in front of her. “Almost, but I am old enough for it to not matter. Jaime Lannister was here, he offered me a way out. I was about to take it when I heard your… children. I at least let him know that I was the one to poison Joffrey.”

“The King promised to your granddaughter? Why would you do such a thing?”

“Tommen was much better for her. He would have been a decent King and let her be The Queen that she deserved to be, and for a short time, she was.”

Daenerys cleared her throat. “Would you like me to dispose of that?” She asked, looking at the vial in Olenna’s hands.

“Of course not, you never know when you’ll need it. I suggest you always carry some.”

“I will try to remember,” said Danny. “I’m not sure if the news has reached you but Ser Loras is in Winterfell along with Renly Baratheon.”

“I heard news of Loras riding north with Phil, but I didn’t want to let myself hope, but Renly?”

“He has been in hiding for years after an attempt on his life. It seems Phil, Daniel Stark and only a few others knew of it.”

“Loras didn’t. I thought I would lose him to grief for his dumb husband. Maybe he isn’t as dumb as I had thought.”

Daenerys raised one eyebrow at her. “He has Stannis Baratheon’s daughter and has been raising her as his own.”

Lady Olenna nodded. “Well, he managed to surprise me, I’ll give him that. Now, I believe your precious Unsullied are under siege in Casterly Rock. I suggest that you see to it that the Greyjoy fleet is destroyed before you take King’s Landing. This is your chance.”

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Flying up to Casterly Rock didn’t take long, and destroying the Greyjoy fleet had seemed easy at first, but the ships were armed with the harpoons. One of them nearly got Viserion, but he was luckily able to avoid it. Daenerys had to change tactics or she would be risking her children. She rose above the clouds once more and descended upon them in an erratic pattern, Viserion and Rhaegal coming from the opposite side, effectively helping her set nearly the entire fleet ablaze before flying back to Dragonstone.

By the time she set her eyes on the island, the sun was rising above the Narrow Sea once again. She didn’t expect there to be anyone waiting for her, but Jon Snow was. He smiled softly at her when she landed. “Your Grace, I trust that you won the battles.”

“There was never another option,” she said, rolling her eyes despite being unable to hide her own smile. “Did you wait for me all night?”

“No,” he said. “I came here to see the sunrise and … check if you were back.”

Daenerys' smile widened. “I see.”

Jon Snow then looked into Drogon’s eyes and pressed his hand to his snout. She held her breath as Drogon smelled him and hesitated before exhaling sharply. It was not a full seal of approval, but it was more than anyone other than Daenerys herself had received from him.

“Is it really true?” She asked. “That you have seen them?”

“I have. The Wights… they are merely claimed bodies of those who have passed, mangled, missing pieces, it doesn’t really matter, the magic can make them walk, run even, and attack. They have giants and mammoths too now. The White Walkers are, for lack of a better word, terrifying. Just - Ice creatures with piercing blue eyes riding their dead horses, leading the wights into battle. When I killed one, some of the wights collapsed too.” Jon said, his eyes looking out to the sea and he ran his fingers on Drogon’s scales.

“How- How did you kill it? The White Walker,” Daenerys wasn’t sure if she could trust him, but she needed to know - just in case.

“Valyrian steel,” he said. “The only other way is dragonglass.”

She nodded. “I will allow you to mine for dragonglass, as long as you keep your part of the deal. I help you and you and all of the northern houses will help me.”

Jon Snow smiled widely at her. “Of course, Your Grace. Thank you.”

Daenerys walked back to the castle accompanied by the Northerner until she dismissed him, right outside her planning room. Once he was out of sight, she opened the door and entered. To her delight, Missandei was waiting for her as well as -

He walked up to her and kneeled. “Your Grace, I did as you asked and now I have returned to be at your service - If you will have me.”

“Are you really healed?” She asked, looking at his skin.

“I am,” Jorah said.

“I wouldn’t want anyone else at my side, my friend,” she said and pulled him into a tight hug as soon as he stood. “Thank you for surviving and returning,” she choked out.

“It was you who kept me alive when I thought there was no escape. You and a foolish Maester apprentice at the Citadel,” Ser Jorah said, pulling away to look at her.

“I would love to meet him one day,” she said.

JAIME

A chill ran down Jaime’s back when he remembered what he thought would be the last moments of Olenna Tyrell’s life.

He’d walked into her study and nodded politely, presenting her with a small vial of poison with the promise that it would be quick and painless. She, still in her mourning gown, had

only given him a sad smile and pointed out that Daenerys Targaryen had expected him to be defending Casterly Rock but soon abandoned the topic in favour of discussing Cersei with him. She’d seemed interested in reminding him how much of a monster his sister was and the atrocities she had committed, things even Lady Olenna hadn’t been able to imagine, like blowing the Sept with her son and two grandchildren inside, killing thousands more, but when Jaime had justified her methods in the name of peace and prosperity, she had shook her head at him. Lady Olenna had seemed to pity him and the way Cersei had a hold on him, manipulating his every move, but - it wasn’t like that. She didn’t understand; no one did. No matter what happened, they were part of the same soul.

He’d been pulled from his musings by a tap on his hand and her non apologetic smile. She had unstoppered the vial and was swishing the poison around like a fine wine. “I’m sorry for your son. What a terrible way to go and for you to watch him fall and writhe in pain without being able to help him. I had never seen the poison work; I didn’t think it would be such an awful affair. Tell Cersei, I want her to know it was me,” she had said but as she brought the vial to her lips the sound of the dragonfire destroying his army reached them.

Jaime had run to the window and had to make a choice, to see Olenna through or run and return to Cersei. He’d looked at her and thought that perhaps avenging Joffrey was the best way to go.

“Go. You will get your chance with me on another occasion, but you still have something to live for.”

He had hesitated but decided to make his exit. Cersei needed him still.

After a long journey back, Jaime wasted no time going in search of Cersei. He found her pensively inspecting an artist repainting the floor in her favourite gallery; it was a detailed map of Westeros.

He frowned. “What are you doing?”

“Just observing what father left for us,” she said, her smile cold and cruel. It was not an unfamiliar expression to him, but he’d always seen it directed at other people, not himself. Her eyes were sad but strangely far away, unfocused.

“Father is gone. He left us nothing. We have nothing but ourselves,” he said, taking a step towards her, trying to press a kiss to her lips but she shied away from his touch and stepped away.

He tried to look into her eyes but she kept avoiding him, looking at the map and wrapping her arms around herself, the armour pieces on her black gown making a metallic sound as she shifted. “Cersei… we need to talk about Tommen.”

“There’s nothing to talk about. I tried to protect him but he left us. He chose her instead of us.”

“He chose to try to save his wife,” Jaime corrected her. “I would have done the same for you; you know that.”

She snorted humourlessly. “He betrayed us.”

“He was our boy, our last living child. Now we have nothing but each other.”

Cersei ignored him, turning away from him, taking a better look at the map. “We need to take control of the north. You are the Lord Commander of our army, what do you see?” Cersei insisted. “We have enemies in the west with Olenna Tyrell, enemies in the south with Ellaria Sand, enemies to the north and the dragon bitch to the east. Which should be our first move? Where should we attack?”

“We don’t have enough men for that. The Freys were killed; they were idiots but they were our last true supporters.” Jaime shook his head. “It’s over, Cersei.”

“It’s not over until we are dead. Once we win the North back, I’ll make a deal with the Iron Bank and pay for their army. When they see the Golden Company on our side, the houses will flock behind us.”

“They will not,” Jaime insisted. “Nobody likes to be on the losing side and right now we are the losing side.”

“What do you suggest then? That we do nothing?”

“I suggest that we leave - together. We can start again somewhere new.”

She looked at him with disgust. “We can surrender and die or we can fight and die, and I have made my choice.”

Jaime crossed his arms. “Who will fight for you?”

“Euron Greyjoy,” Cersei said, a small smile appearing on her lips. “You have been gone for a long time, so I had to make other arrangements. He brought me the entire Ironborn armada minus the few ships lost at Lannisport”

That hurt. “We have no gold!” He reminded her. “What are you going to pay him with?”

“I’ll give him a queen,” she said and left him standing there.

He pressed his hand to his forehead, trying to keep the impending headache at bay. He’d lost his three children, now he was losing the only woman he had ever loved.

When he saw no less than one hundred ships with the Greyjoy sigil right outside King’s Landing, Jaime couldn’t believe it. They knew Yara Greyjoy, the last living descendant of Baylon Greyjoy, had given her support to Daenerys Targaryen, as well as her ships and brought her to Dragonstone, just across the Narrow Sea. By killing his brother, Euron had forced his niece to flee and find someone to fight alongside when their family had been meek and quiet ever since Ned Stark defeated them during Robert’s rebellion.

Cersei saw him as an asset, but in Jaime’s opinion, he was just another problem to solve. The leather clad pirate walked without grace or elegance and addressed Cersei as an equal. Jaime smiled when his sister rejected Euron’s proposal but his happiness lasted mere seconds. Greyjoy had come to marry Cersei and become The King and he was not going to give up so easily.

Later that night, Cersei slipped into Jaime’s bedroom and begged him to make love to her, to give her another son, but - he couldn’t. He knew she was not well. In fact, she cried herself to sleep, twisting and turning, waking up with a start nightmare after nightmare.

Not wanting to see her suffer he woke her up, pulling her close and asked about it, just like when they were kids. “What happened?”

“It was… a witch. She cursed me. She killed our children,” Cersei cried, her face twisted in anger and pain.

He pressed a kiss to her temple. “It was just a dream, love.”

“No; it was a memory,” she said. “When we were ten, I went into her tent for a future reading. I demanded that she tell me all about my future with Rhaegar, but she said I wouldn’t marry the Prince, but the King. She said we wouldn’t have any children together-” she wiped a tear as soon as it fell. “She said The King would have twenty children, but I would have three. ‘Gold will be their crowns, gold their shrouds,’ is what she said. She cursed me!”

“I - it’s just a coincidence. How could she have known that?”

“She cursed me to watch all my children die, to be unhappy. She said I would die at the hands of the Valonqar. I spent years trying to wrap my head around that, but Qyburn told me… it means little brother. She said Tyrion will be the one to kill me and you helped him escape. You have always loved him more than you love me. He will kill me like he killed our son.”

“Olenna admitted to being the one who killed Joffrey.”

“And you let her live. When were you planning to tell me?” She demanded. “You failed our family, Jaime. You failed me.”

“Did I? Who killed Myrcella? Who caused Tommen’s death?” Jaime finally said. He regretted it the moment he mentioned it, especially when he saw Cersei’s pained expression, but it was the truth. Cersei had been the one to poison Myrcella, she had been the one to blow the Sept and kill Tommen.

“It was not my fault, it was the witch. I told you.”

Reality was slipping away from her. The deaths of two of their children were not the result of anyone other than her; how could she blame a witch? If she had been more careful…

He let her go and slipped under the covers, turning around. “You should try to sleep. Tomorrow will be a long day.”

She hugged him from behind. “Jaime, please. I need another son. I need to know that she wasn’t right,” Cersei mumbled.

Jaime shut his eyes and pretended to be asleep. He had done so many awful things for love, for his family, especially for Cersei, but he couldn’t do it; he couldn’t let her do it again. There would be no more innocent children dying at her hands.

DAN

Dan groaned as he followed Phil into one of the many caves in Dragonstone. He ran the back of his hand over his brows before lighting a torch up and lifting it to have a better view of what was ahead. “What are we doing here?”

“Exploring! How many opportunities would we have to go into the depths of a dormant volcano?” Phil said excitedly.

“None if I had any say in it,” Dan mumbled but followed Phil nonetheless.

“Where is your sense of adventure?”

“It died at some point during the war - one of the wars. Everything seems like one ongoing war at this point.”

“It will all be over soon, love. Besides, if we can find what I’m looking for it could end even sooner,” Phil said.

“What are we looking for?”

“Many generations ago, when Targaryen descendants and dragons were plenty, people would come into the caves and try to find a dragon egg to see if they could bond to the dragon.”

“I thought only Targaryens could control dragons…” Dan said.

Phil nodded and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “And many people had Targaryen blood from generations ago, so people used to come here and try their luck.”

Something caught Dan’s attention out of the corner of his eye, he stepped back and waver the torch back and forward, watching the light bounce on the rock. There was something odd about it. He ran his fingers on it and hissed when it pierced his skin even through the glove.

“What is it?” Phil asked.

“I don’t know. It just cut me.”

“I think that’s dragonglass.”

Dan put the torch closer to the wall and frowned. “There’s something behind it.” He moved the torch a bit to the side and saw a purple sheen inside the dragonglass.

Phil came up behind him and rested his chin on Dan’s shoulder, humming. “We should get some tools and get it out.”

“You can go down the mountain and bring the tools up, I’ll just wait right here,” Dan said, smirking.

Pouting, Phil pressed a kiss to his lips. “Alright.”

Dan placed a big rock on the ground to mark the spot and explored the cave a bit further, but he didn’t dare go beyond where the path split. If he got lost in there, people would have to come looking, which would be embarrassing even if Phil remembered which cave they were in. He returned to the marking and sat on the ground, waiting for Phil to return.

It was past midnight by the time they finally made their way back to the castle with their new acquisition.

“We should give it to Daenerys,” Dan said.

“Should we go now or wait until the morning?”

“I don’t think I will be able to sleep anyway,” Dan admitted. “We should see if she is still awake.”

Walking up to the Queen’s quarters, someone stopped them.

“Stop. Where are you going?”

Dan turned around and let out a sigh of relief when he saw Grey Worm. “Oh, hello. We wanted to speak to the Queen if she is still awake.”

“It is too late - and she doesn’t meet people in her chambers.”

“Yes, uh- we have something for her,” Phil said, uncovering the egg he’d wrapped in his cloak.

“An egg?”

Dan nodded. “A dragon egg. We were exploring one of the caves and saw it inside the dragonglass.”

“Wait here,” the Unsullied said.

A few minutes later, the door at the end of the corridor opened and a tired looking Daenerys stood there, smiling at them. “Come, please,” she said, stepping aside.

There was a set of chairs close to the fire already waiting for them. She sat down and motioned them to do the same.

“Grey Worm says you found it in the caves,” Daenerys said looking at the egg.

“Yes, Your Grace, Dan saw it shining through the dragonglass,” Phil commented and passed the egg to her. “Be careful, please. It still has some glass.”

“It looks…”

“Yes?” asked Dan.

“It looks different from the eggs I received. This one has not turned to stone yet.”

“Do you think you could hatch it?”

“Perhaps,” she said, setting it directly in the fire. She turned around and looked into Phil’s eyes. “I actually wanted to speak with you, in private.”

Dan frowned, not liking the idea but standing nonetheless. Phil reached for his hand and pulled him down.

“I have no secrets with Dan, Your Grace.”

She nodded and smiled at them. “Did you… Have you ever been to Essos?”

“I have. I grew up in Essos. My family sent me there for my protection.”

“Why?”

“I - I asked many times but my grandmother said one day I would know.”

“Do you know what that stone reminds me of?” She asked, pointing at Phil’s ring.

“No,” Phil replied.

“It reminds me of the Targaryen crown jewels. May I see it?”

“I was told to never remove it,” Phil said, bringing his hand to his chest.

“By whom?” She asked.

“A Red Priestess. She said it would protect me from the people chasing after me. It has kept me safe since and allowed me to return home.”

“Please, I will return it. I just want to see…” Daenerys said.

Dan held his breath when Phil removed the ring. Something odd happened, a gust of wind crossed through the room and for a moment, Phil’s eyes shone a brighter blue before settling into a beautiful vibrant lilac colour. “Phil, your eyes!” Dan said.

“What?”

“They look just like mine.” A smile appeared on Daenerys' lips. “You must be a Targaryen. This is what your grandmother meant when she said I’d be happy to see you - you were there with me, at the house with the red door.”

“Danny?” Phil gasped.

She nodded. “Hello, old friend,” she said and laughed when Phil jumped from his seat and pulled her into a hug.

“I thought I had imagined you,” Phil mumbled.

“I knew there was a reason you were there with us. I thought about you often through the years. Playing with you in that house was the happiest I had ever been.” She stepped back. “It is good to see you again, safe and happy.”

Dan looked between them in shock. Could it be possible that Phil had spent most of his childhood in Essos, constantly on the run, not knowing who he really was and - he was a Targaryen? Dan didn’t even know where Phil would fit in the odd Targaryen family tree, but it seemed that he was one of the last surviving members of the long line of magical people. He was pulled from his musings when Phil placed his hand on his arm.

“Dan, this is my friend Danny. She is a part of the few good memories I have from Essos until Kinvara helped me.”

“Kinvara?” Daenerys asked.

“Yes,” Phil said, cocking his head. “Have you met her?”

“She helped me bring peace to Mereen.”

“And now you will help us bring peace to Westeros,” Phil said, wrapping one arm around Dan and pulling him closer.

“I will, after you learn to ride Viserion,” she smirked.

The thought of Phil riding a dragon did make Dan fluster, all his blood already rushing south.

“Will you really allow me to ride him?” Phil asked.

“Yes; together we will be unstoppable on the battlefield.” Daenerys patted his shoulder. “Go on. Have a good night's sleep. We start your training tomorrow.”

Despite Daenerys’ advice, it was hard for them to stay away from each other. The raging storm outside the castle walls, the crashing waves against the mountain and the soft crackling of the fire only served to set the mood further.

Dan pulled Phil’s ring off and stared into his purple eyes, biting his own lip as he thought what he wanted to do to him. He had never thought he could be even more attracted to Phil, but he had been wrong. Phil’s beautiful features suited the purple even better than the bright blue eyes and the fact that it gave him a sort of magical quality was only an added bonus. “May I?” He asked, already fumbling with the ties on Phil’s breeches.

“Please,” Phil said, already pulling at every piece of clothing above his waist and pressing a fervent kiss to Dan’s lips. Unhappy with the time things were taking, Phil pressed Dan against the wall, rubbing his unclothed cock on Dan’s leg while he pulled at his clothes urgently.

Dan could only laugh, and gently push him to give himself a bit of room to undress.

It only took a moment, but Phil had walked to their bed and climbed onto it. Hewas already making a mess of himself, pinching at his nipples, thumbing at the tip of his cock and moaning loudly.

Unable to resist for another second, Dan rushed to the bed and straddled him, pushing Phil's hands up and giving him a meaningful look. “Keep them there,” he ordered.

Phil nodded, looking at him from under his lashes. In only a few minutes, Dan was able to work Phil open without any pain and press into him firmly, feeling him shake under him.

“Should I stop?” Dan teased.

“Don’t you dare,” Phil said through gritted teeth. “Please,” he pouted when Dan raised one eyebrow at him.

Shifting his weight forward, Dan kissed Phil, lacing their fingers together while he rolled his hips into him slowly. A crack of thunder reverberated through the castle, making them shiver.

“Yes!” Phil wrapped his legs around Dan’s hips, trying to pull him closer. “More,” he begged and Dan didn’t have the heart to deny him. He thrust into Phil harder, letting their slick bodies slide together effortlessly, trapping Phil’s weeping cock between them and giving him just the right amount of stimulation, making him hiss and writhe under him.

“Phil,” Dan groaned as he pumped his seed into him. “Mine,” he mumbled, barely pausing before pulling out of him and leaning down to take Phil’s cock into his mouth. Dan moaned when he felt the other’s hands burying in his curls and pulling, rewarding him by running his tongue around the tip and sucking softly, before sinking down again and again until Phil filled his mouth, coming down Dan's throat with a silent scream.

Dan sighed tiredly, letting himself be pulled into Phil’s arms and kissed, but only falling asleep after they had done it all over again.

SANSA

Sansa felt a newfound sense of relief at having Bran and Arya back home, even if none of them were the same as when they left Winterfell, but there was a nagging feeling in the back of her mind. Her little sister had a strange and dark presence that sometimes unsettled Sansa. Watching her train with Brienne was odd, like watching a complete stranger. Everything about Arya felt calculated and hesitant, as if she was no longer connected to her emotions.

She finally decided to look through her room and see what little Arya had been up to in Braavos. Nothing seemed too out of the ordinary in her old room, except for the fact that there was barely any sign that she was staying there other than the remnants of the previous night’s fire. Sansa cocked her head when she lifted the mattress to find a leather satchel with a lot of… scraps, they were almost like -

Pulling the thing out of the satchel, Sansa screamed, letting it fall to the ground as she jumped away from the face now lying on the floor.

“What are you doing here?” Arya said and Sansa let out another scream, bringing a hand to her chest.

“You scared me. W-what is that?”

“That is none of your concern.”

“It is. As Lady of Winterfell I should know what’s happening under my own roof.”

“You’re loving that, aren’t you?” Arya smirked.

“What?”

“With Dan and Jon away there’s no one stopping you from taking the North. You’ve always wanted to be above everyone else and now you have conveniently got your wish.”

Sansa scoffed, throwing the satchel on the bed. “What are you accusing me of exactly? I didn’t kill our family, I didn’t send our brothers away.”

“No, but you do have all the northern houses up your sleeve. It would be very easy for you to just - take Jon’s place.” Arya crossed her arms.

“You think very lowly of me,” Sansa said, realising that Arya’s mistrust hurt her more than she had thought. “I just wanted to see why you were acting so differently - and I wanted to return your dagger to you.”

She placed it on the bed and walked to the door, but before she could leave, Arya caught her wrist. “I’m sorry. I - I’m just not the same person you knew.”

Ever since her return, Arya had seemed more like her old self at times, but on occasion, her face would go vacant, cold and expressionless. Almost detached from everything that made her human. This time Sansa saw real emotion in her eyes; she was being honest.

“I thought the dagger had been stolen,” Arya said, letting go of her and walking to the bed. She picked it up and examined it carefully.

“I took it because I was mad at you and then it became the only thing I had left of you. It has kept me safe for a long time.”

“You should keep it then,” Arya said, offering the dagger to her.

Sansa shook her head. “It’s yours and Bran said you should have it.”

“We have all changed quite a bit, haven’t we?”

“Will you tell me?” Sansa tried once again. “I want to understand.”

Arya let out a deep sigh and “I trained in Braavos. I learned many fighting techniques better suited to my size and I also became a Faceless Man.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means I can wear other people’s faces and become them for a little while. I had to leave a lot of what made me Arya Stark to achieve that. I think that’s what unsettles you about me.”

“Can you really do that?” Sansa said, raising her eyebrows.

Arya nodded. “I fed Walder Frey a pie made of his sons, then I killed him and wore his face to poison the rest of his house,” she said without even a flinch.

Sansa’s jaw dropped, she would have never guessed her sister was capable of something like that, but she tried not to judge her. They had all gone through a lot of pain and it had changed them. She nodded carefully. “Can I see his face?”

Smiling, Arya pulled old Walder from the bag, causing Sansa to make a disgusted yet curious face. “Do you think I’m a monster?”

She paused, considering it briefly but shook her head. “He killed our family. I just wish I could have been there to see it,” Sansa admitted. “I understand wanting revenge, I got Littlefinger executed after he rescued me from King’s Landing. He wanted to marry me off to Ramsay Bolton after he betrayed our family. He betrayed everyone who had ever made deals with him.”

Arya looked at her and smirked, throwing Walder Frey’s face on the bed. “That’s what you get for being the pretty one. Nobody would want to marry me.”

“Mother promised you to one of the Freys,” Sansa said.

“I can’t say she wasn’t ambitious with that one,” Arya said, her smile vanishing from her face in an instant. “I still have people on my list. I will have to leave you again at some point and finish that.”

“Maybe when you are done with revenge you can stay home and be with me.”

“Let me guess, you’ll teach me how to sew?”

“If you teach me how to water dance, maybe.” Sansa smiled at her.

DAENERYS

Daenerys read the message over. Brandon Stark had returned to Winterfell and had quite a bit to say. His first suggestion was not bad at all and it would hardly have any consequences as long as they were quick about it, the second one she was not so sure about. She knocked on Dan’s door until he opened, with barely any clothes on and a wild head of hair.

“Your Grace!” he said, quickly retreating behind the door and pulling a shirt on. Phil smirked at her from their bed without a lick of shame.

“Get dressed,” she said. “We’re going flying.”

That wiped Phil’s smirk off his face, much to her pleasure.

“Do you really think I can?”

“Yes, I have confirmed it early this morning. You would know more about it if you’d have joined us for breakfast.”

Phil scrambled to get dressed, seemingly hesitating before adding another layer on for good measure.

“We have a visitor from Essos, she was eager to see you again,” Danny said.

Dan’s eyes narrowed but Phil smiled widely. “Kinvara?”

“Yes. It is the second Red Priestess we’ve had over, although I like this one much better.”

“Where is she? What did she say? Can I see her?”

“You were always so eager, Phil,” Danny said. “You can see her at dinner. We have much to do now.”

“But - what did she say about me?”

“She confirmed that you are a true Targaryen, not a bastard. We are cousins.”

Phil frowned. “Does that - do you hate me for it?”

Danny knew why he was asking. Phil wanted to know if she felt threatened by the fact that he was in line for The Iron Throne she wanted for herself, but she smiled and shook her head. “My brother Rhaegar kept a journal with many theories and he truly believed in the prophecies regarding the future of our House. He believed in them so much that he left his wife in search of another, believing that he needed more children, at least 3 to be exact. The dragon must have three heads, he wrote all over his journal. I have three dragons, born from eggs that had turned into stone, our sigil is a three headed dragon as well. I believe that we were meant to meet again. You are meant to help me reach my full potential. Three dragons, three riders.”

“Who is the third rider?” asked Dan, looking confused..

“That, I don’t know yet, but I believe Renly Baratheon has some Targaryen blood. It could be him. To be perfectly honest, that is what swayed my opinion regarding him. Targaryen blood is hard to come by these days,” she admitted and turned to Phil. “You seem conflicted, are you alright?”

“I don’t understand where I fit in as a Targaryen,” Phil said, his brows still burrowed into a frown, as if he couldn’t quite grasp the situation. “Why did nobody tell me?”

“You come from a very sad branch of my family, I’m afraid. Tragedy has kept you from your story, from knowing that you are one of us, descending from the line of Duncan Targaryen and Jenny of Oldstones. As sad as her story is, it seems that she did have a son named Jaehaerys and that son had you with Lysa Tyrell.”

“All of them are dead,” Phil lamented, shaking his head. Dan placed a warm hand on his shoulder.

“All of my line is also dead, Phil. Our family has been struck by tragedy for generations, yet here we are. It is our duty to continue on as best we can and make a future-” she stopped short. She couldn’t be a part of that future, not in the way she wanted. “You will have to do that for us, I’m afraid.”

“I -” Phil looked at Dan. “You could have children, I’m not-”

“I won’t fault you if you don’t, but I can’t have any more children. Not after a witch cursed, killing my baby, Rhaego, and Drogo…” she felt her eyes well with tears and closed them, clearing her throat.

Phil’s arms wrapped around her hesitantly. “It’s alright, Danny. I’m here with you, you are not alone. You will never be alone again.”

Danerys returned the hug briefly and stepped back with the best smile she could muster at the moment. She extended her hand towards her old friend, her cousin, and said: “It is time for you to learn how to fly.”

Phil smiled and grasped her hand. “I would love that.”

Watching Phil between Viserion and Rhaegal everything made so much sense. They smelled him and exchanged looks. It was Viserion who lowered his neck. It was a test, but Phil did not back away from him, he rose to the challenge, climbing onto Viserion confidently even without her mentioning it. Any sort of hesitation on his part would have landed him on his ass.

Daenerys climbed onto Drogon’s back and looked at Phil expectantly.

“Well… how do we get them to fly?”

“You speak to them in their language. Valahd!”

Both dragons rose to the sky as Phil held for dear life, slowly losing the fear to sit upright. He leaned forward and Viserion took a dive, almost grazing the grass beside Dan. After flying up again, he tried to catch up to Daenerys.

“I love this!” He yelled.

“I knew you would!”

“When can we fly again?”

“We are not done for the day. We are going to take a long trip - a reconnaissance mission of sorts,” she said and looked down. Jon Snow was walking up to Dan already, looking at her with that perpetually furrowed brow. Hopefully she would be able to stop him from brooding, even if it was for one day. “Let’s get our companions and go.”

“What? Are we flying them?” Phil said, his eyes wide.

“Yes,” Danny said, assuming Phil was worried about Dan and Jon falling to their deaths, but that was unlikely. “They will be safe with us. Don’t worry.”

“What if they are not?” He asked.

“We’ll fly only above the sea if that makes you feel better.”

“Yes, that - that makes me feel better.”

As soon as they had landed and invited the Starks onto the dragons, they made their way North. It was not without protest or hesitation on their part, but she pleaded with them until they agreed. It was a good opportunity for Daenerys to see parts of Westeros she had not visited yet, with Jon Snow pointing to different castles, near the coast. Winterfell she could not see up close, it looked barely bigger than a grain of rice from The Shivering Sea. When they finally got to the Bay of Seals and set their eyes on Eastwatch by The Sea, Daenerys’s heart beat faster than it had ever in her life. She was filled with dread, yet her eyes kept scouting the area even as they flew beyond The Wall.

“I don’t understand. Last I saw they were at Hardhome,” Jon said.

“Is it much farther?” She asked.

“No. They should be at The Wall already!” he yelled, trying to make himself heard over the freezing wind.

And so they flew farther north, even past Hardhome, the entire area completely desolated. Eventually, they found what they had been searching for: the White Walkers and their army of the dead. One of them stood out from the rest, its head had a row of ice spikes all around, almost like a crown.

“That’s the Night King!” She said.

“The Night King?” Jon said. “As in - the Night’s King?” Could it be the one from the stories Old Nan used to tell him.

“Your brother Bran called him the Night King. He asked me to come see for myself if I still had doubts about helping you.”

The creature, along with its generals and the thousands upon thousands of wights, marched in the direction of the dragons, a snow storm following them.

“We should leave,” she said, as she saw the Night King launching ice spears their way. “Phil, come on!” She yelled and turned away from a battle they would not win alone; not even with her dragons.

Bran Stark was right, if they were going to fight the dead, they would have to call a truce with Cersei Lannister, as impossible as that sounded. They could not fight on two fronts at the same time.

DAN

Dragonstone, Westeros.

After that first flight, Phil took to frequent training sessions, sometimes with Daenerys, sometimes alone. Dan had never seen him so happy and melancholic at the same time. His love had found the rest of his story only to learn that his family was dead. It had never occurred to Dan that Phil thought them to be out there, somewhere in Westeros, not knowing of his existence, even if he knew his mother had passed. It came as a shock, breaking the enchantment they had fallen under until that moment.

It felt like they had been at Dragonstone for years at that point, living in a bubble away from the horrors looming beyond The Wall, but after months of waiting, there was finally a new sense of reality.

Once again, they all stood in the Throne Room, but the mood was less tense this time. Loras, Renly and Brienne were joining them for the parlay Tyrion arranged in King’s Landing, but first, an introduction was in order. There were still guards and Ser Jorah stood right at the Queen’s side protectively, but most of those present knew each other already.

Dan stood straight, his hands behind his back as he introduced his friends. "Lord Renly Baratheon, Ser Loras Tyrell, and Lady Brienne of Tarth, Your Grace."

Daenerys nodded at them.

Renly smiled and bent the knee without hesitation. “Your Grace, it is my honour to meet you. I kneel before you as a gesture of good faith and loyalty, hoping that we can have a calm conversation once Cersei and the White Walkers have been dealt with.”

“Welcome to Dragonstone, Lord Renly. While I appreciate you bending the knee, I would like to know what makes you think I have sailed halfway across the world to relinquish what’s mine by right,” Daenerys said.

“Well - I would like to believe that you are not as inclined to torture and violence as your father was, that we can discuss politics at a later date and reach a resolution that will help the people of Westeros instead of just serving our own interests.”

“That depends, what are your own interests?” She pressed.

“I want to live,” Renly said. “I want my husband to live,” he added, standing and reaching for Loras’ hand. “I want my niece, Shireen Baratheon, to live a long and happy life. We’ve run and remained in hiding for years, waiting for the right time to come forward. I let the world believe I was dead to keep us safe; I trust that coming here was the right decision.”

Daenerys nodded. “I will not harm you or your family, Lord Renly, but I cannot promise you that I will change my mind even after we have dealt with our common enemies.”

Loras tried to take a step forward but Renly pulled him gently back.

"I am sure we could discuss things. The Tyrells have always stood beside the Targaryens and we wish to continue to honour that tradition," Loras said.

Dan raised one eyebrow. It was bold to threaten Daenerys in such a way in her own castle. Ser Jorah rested his hand on the pomme of his sword and gave Loras an unimpressed look.

Renly pressed his lips together and nodded. “I understand. If you don't change your mind by then, I would merely ask for The Stormlands’ independence.”

She scoffed but Tyrion Lannister nodded at him. “We appreciate your trust and you joining us in the parlay. Your Grace will consider your proposal carefully until the time to make a decision comes.”

Daenerys seemed unhappy about that interjection but Varys supported it. "It would be wise to keep all the important players on the same side, Your Grace. The Lannister army is suffering at the moment but Queen Cersei can be unpredictable. Nobody could have imagined she would blow the Sept of Baelor with most of her allies in it."

Dan tried not to look at Loras at the mention of the Sept, but he couldn't help it.

"Your Grace, if I may ask, why would she agree to see us?" Asked Jon.

"It's very simple, she's curious,” Tyrion said. “She wants to know how much she should worry about us working together."

Dan nodded. "What front should we present then?"

"Well? You know her best," Daenerys said looking at Tyrion.

"A united one, of course. The moment we showed weakness would be our downfall."

Jon stepped forward. "Do you think she will agree to join the fight against The Others?"

"There is only one way to find out."

King's Landing, Westeros.

They were greeted by Tyrion’s old friend, Ser Bronn of the Blackwater, and welcomed into King’s Landing. The conversation they were reluctantly having let Dan know that it had been Bronn who had arranged the meeting. Dan hadn’t given it much thought but it made sense that Daenerys and Cersei hadn’t had any private communications, even through their advisors. There was hardly anyone favourable to Daenerys in the Capital - or Tyrion for that matter.

He looked around as they entered the Dragonpit. It was a strangely beautiful day, not a single cloud in the sky, yet the wait was making Dan nervous. Even more so because their party was not entirely in the pit. The Northerners sat under their own section, closer to the Targaryen and opposite to Cersei’s place. Renly and Loras declined the offer to sit on their own which was a relief. Dan was hesitant to let Phil stray away from him when they were surrounded by enemies. He survived every entrance, but still, Daenerys was nowhere to be seen.

Cersei walked in next, dressed in black, as was every single soldier and White Cloak. Even Jaime Lannister and The Mountain wore a black armour instead of the classic attire. There was no Lannister red or gold anywhere. She was followed by a very unkempt man dressed in black leather who Dan assumed was Euron Greyjoy. “Where is she?” Cersei demanded.

“She’ll be here soon,” Tyrion said, buttoning his coat and clearing his throat nervously, Jorah standing at his side.

“Renly,” she smiled. “I never thought I’d see a ghost.”

“Cersei,” he nodded. “Haven’t seen you since you murdered my brother. How is Joffrey?”

“Scattered around the capital with Margaery’s remains,” she said with a wide smile.

Loras flinched, his lips disappearing into a line. Phil inhaled sharply at his side but remained silent otherwise.

Holding his breath, Dan bit his lip and looked around nervously, trying to guess where Daenerys would be entering from but when he heard the growl of a dragon, he knew exactly what she was doing. He smiled and looked up to see Drogon aiming for the pit. Then, his eyes settled on Cersei, whose face twitched but she did not cower or run, only allowing herself to raise one eyebrow in an attempt to look unimpressed with her guests.

The earth beneath their feet shook when Drogon landed. He let out a loud screech and stretched its huge wings to its full potential, but settled down once Daenerys had climbed off his back.

Daenerys walked slowly but confidently, giving them a satisfied smile as she took her place. She looked very powerful despite not being a tall woman. Her white blonde hair braided in an intricate hairdo, one per each battle won in Essos, her posture perfect and her vibrant purple eyes gentle and caring, contrasting with the military attire, a mixture of the Dothraki and Targaryen style consisting in long coats and dresses over breeches and boots.

Everyone was silent and it was starting to drive Dan mad. It was a bit ridiculous, to be honest, all of them sitting in a circle quite far away from each other, trying to look menacing without uttering a word. Dan saw Renly grasping at Loras’ hand tightly, Phil stiff at his side. The explosion of the Sept and Margaery’s death still too fresh in their hearts. If the meeting didn’t begin soon, something was bound to happen. He elbowed Jon, giving him a look, but Daenerys was already looking at Tyrion.

The youngest Lannister brother stood before his siblings but before he could utter a word, Euron Greyjoy interrupted. “Where is my niece? I have a bone to pick with her for all the ships she took from me.”

Cersei looked annoyed at him already.

Daenerys scoffed. “That is none of your business. Yara is exactly where I need her to be.”

Tyrion stepped forward. “I believe we should begin with larger concerns.”

Euron Greyjoy stood from his seat and took a step toward Tyrion. “You’re the smallest concern here.”

“You should sit down,” said Jaime Lannister.

“Why would I sit down?” Greyjoy smirked.

“Sit down or leave,” Cersei said.

“We have lost people we love at each other's hands, if all we wanted was more of the same there would be no need for this gathering. We are entirely capable of waging war against each other without meeting face to face,” said Tyrion while Greyjoy slowly returned to his seat, his mocking expression unchanged.

Cersei raised an eyebrow at him. “So instead, we should settle our differences and live together in harmony for the rest of our days?”

“We all know that will never happen,” Tyrion replied.

“This isn't about living in harmony, it's just about living,” Jon said walking to the centre of the Dragonpit with his usual determination. “The same thing is coming for all of us: a general you can't negotiate with, an army that doesn't leave corpses behind on the battlefield. Lord Tyrion tells me a million people live in this city; they're about to become a million more soldiers in the army of the dead.”

Cersei smiled at him in disbelief. “I imagine that for most of them it would be an improvement.”

“This is serious. I wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”

“I believe this is just another bad joke. If my brother Jaime has informed me correctly, you’re asking me for a truce,” Cersei said.

“Yes, that’s all,” answered Daenerys.

“That’s all?” Cersei mocked her accent. “Pull back my armies and stand down while you go on your monster hunt or while you solidify and expand your position? It would be hard for me to know which it is with my armies pulled back until you return and march on my capital with four times the men.”

Daenerys gave her a diplomatic yet cold smile. “Your capital will be safe until the northern threat is dealt with; you have my word.”

“The word of a would be usurper.” Cersei shook her head but seemed to consider it. “Even if it was true, how do you propose to deal with the dead?”

“It’s true; I have fought them myself,”Jon said. “We can destroy them by burning them and we can destroy them with dragonglass. If we don't win this fight we will all join their army. That is the fate of every person in the world. There is only one war that matters, the Great War, and it is here.”

“I didn’t believe it myself until I saw them all,” Daenerys said.

“How many?” asked Jaime Lannister.

“A hundred thousand at least.”

“Can they swim?” Euron Greyjoy asked.

“No,” said Jon.

“I’m taking the Iron Fleet to the Iron Islands.”

Cersei frowned. “What are you saying?”

“I’ve been around the world and seen it all, but this… this I will wait out in the Isles,” hesaid and walked towards Daenerys, her guards promptly pointing their weapons at him. “I’m going back to my island and you should go back to yours. When all of this is over, we’ll be the only ones left alive.” With a simple nod from Greyjoy, the only one of his men walked away from Cersei's side and followed him as he crossed towards the open gates.

“He’s right to be afraid and a coward to run. If those things come for us, there'll be no Kingdoms to rule, everything we suffered would have been for nothing, everything we lost

would have been for nothing.” Cersei said, seemingly unconcerned about the Commander of her fleet. “The crown accepts your truce until the dead are defeated; they are the true enemy. In return the King in The North will extend this truce, he will remain in the north where he belongs, he will not take up arms against the Lannisters, he will not choose sides.”

“Just The King in The North? Not me?” Daenerys asked.

“I would never ask it of you. You would never agree to it, and if you did I would trust you even less than I do now. I ask it only of Ned Stark’s son. I know Ned Stark's son will be true to his word.”

“I'm true to my word. Or I try to be, that is why I cannot give you what you. I cannot serve two Queens and I've already pledged myself to Queen Daenerys of House Targaryen.”

“Then there is nothing left to discuss,” Cersei said, standing from her seat. “The dead will come north first, enjoy dealing with them. We will deal with whatever is left of you.”

“Your Grace,” said Dan, rising and approaching the centre of the pit. “Daniel Stark, Lord of Winterfell. If I may…”

Cersei raised one eyebrow at him but sat down slowly.

Dan cleared his throat. “In the name of House Stark and with Daenerys Targaryen’s blessing, I heed your request in exchange for the truce. My brother is much like my father, an honourable man and a just King, but I know, as his brother, he will always hear my advice and listen to my plea. The Northerners will remain north while the army of the dead is dealt with.”

“Is that true? Will you follow his request?” Cersei asked Jon.

Jon looked at Daenerys who merely nodded. “Yes, Your Grace. We will uphold our vow as you requested.”

“And you, Renly. You’re just another rat waiting to take a piece of the cake. Will you stay away from King’s Landing - wherever it is that you are hiding,” Cersei asked.

“I will stay north with the Starks while we resolve this matter. I have no army to threaten you to begin with.”

She smiled and gave him a small nod. “My armies will not stand down, I will not pull them back to the capital. I will march them north to fight alongside you in the Great War. The darkness is coming for us all, we'll face it together and when the Great War is over perhaps you'll remember I chose to help,” she turned to Jaime. “Call our banners; all of them.”

Dan let out a sigh of relief and Phil came to stand beside him, lacing their fingers together. “Well done, love,” he whispered.

“Thank you,” Dan said.

Back in Dragonstone, they celebrated with a small feast, toasting to a successful meeting, although Tyrion had his reservations on whether Cersei would be true to her word.

“We could always keep an eye on where her troops are,” said Dan. “That would be easy enough.”

“We owe the positive outcome of the meeting to you, Daniel. I am glad at least one of the Starks knows how to lie,” Daenerys said.

“He was not lying, Your Grace,” said Jon.

“Of course I was. Why would I promise Cersei anything?” Dan scoffed.

“You made me go back on my word and lie?” Jon asked, looking honestly aghast.

His brother was a good leader but too honest for his own good, Dan thought before turning to Phil. “Phil, do you think I was wrong to lie?”

“No,” Phil said. “I know you value honour above all else, but I value family quite as much. And when the Tyrells agreed to aid Cersei, she blew the Sept with most of us inside, even if her last son was there, even if we were the ones feeding the subjects and funding the crown. What makes you think that she will truly help us?”

“If you don’t believe her, why even ask?” Jon frowned.

“Because now we can wait and see what she does. If she is willing to help, you can go and hide in Winterfell if it really bothers you. If she doesn’t, I will go knocking on her door, with fire and blood.” Daenerys took a sip of her wine and turned to Varys. “Send a raven to Winterfell. You said Brandon Stark was waiting for news.”

“You still correspond with my brother?” asked Jon.

Dan coughed, nearly choking on his wine. Why would Bran be waiting for news from Daenerys herself?

Lord Varys nodded. “Yes; it seems his time beyond The Wall was quite fruitful. He was right about many things and if we believe what he said, a change of plans is in order.”

“Let Yara know her uncle may be returning to the Iron Islands.”

Varys nodded one more time and left.

“What change of plans?” Jon asked, but Daenerys simply smiled at him.

Dan turned to Phil who seemed physically and emotionally exhausted and led him to their chambers.

JON

Jon paced in his room for so long Ghost was starting to whine. “I’m sorry, boy. I will be back, I need to go for a walk.”

Ghost tried to follow him, but Jon shook his head, throwing another piece of wood to the fire. “Stay,” he said.

He walked all through the castle for what felt like hours, unable to shake the feeling that he was not understanding the full picture. He didn’t understand Daenerys’ motivation, her change of heart in regards to him bending the knee, why she was corresponding with Bran so much, and why she wanted to change her plans without even letting him know. They were supposed to be allies but he felt completely in the dark when it came to her.

The Targaryen Queen was a mystery to him; a magical mystery he couldn’t keep his eyes or mind off of. Perhaps he could speak to her in private and try to find out their new plan. He turned around the corner and froze as he saw a hooded figure slowly pry the door to her chambers open, her guards unconscious on the ground.

Jon rushed towards the man, who merely turned on the spot and attacked him with a dagger. He felt the blade going into his chest, a familiar sensation now, blood gushing out of him, making spots dance before his eyes, but before he let himself fall, Jon crushed the man to the wall, wrapping his hands around his neck, watching the light leave his eyes.

“Jon!” Daenerys screamed as she held him in her arms. “Jon!”

Running his blood stained fingers on her beautiful face, he tried to apologise but found that he couldn’t speak.

“Thank you,” Daenerys cried, tears falling from her eyes.

The last thing Jon saw before his eyes closed was a beautiful dark haired woman dressed fully in red. “You will live, Jon Snow. Now you must rest.”

Jon jolted awake but before he could sit up, Daenerys pressed her hand to his shoulder, pushing him back down. “You shouldn’t get up yet.”

“The man - where is he?”

“You killed him. You protected me, even when I was hesitant to trust you.”

“I did what I thought was right.” His voice was so hoarse. He looked down and saw the bandages along with his now familiar stab wounds marks from Castle Black.

She smiled widely at him. “You always do. You put everyone before yourself, don’t you?”

“I put my family before me, yes. I’ve lost enough already.”

“We’ve all lost more than we deserve,” she said and laid beside him. “The only thing we can do is make sure we live for them and try to be as happy as possible.” She rested her head on Jon’s shoulder and he felt her tears on his skin.

Jon caressed her cheek, trying to rub the pain away from her beautiful purple eyes. He then pressed a kiss to her lips and felt her bury her hand in his curls. “My Queen,” he whispered.

She straddled him and looked into his eyes. “Are you mine, Jon Snow?”

“I am yours,” he said and he meant it; for as long as he lived, he would love her.

That night, he loved her, giving himself to her in body and soul, promising to protect her, to be at her side in every step of the way. In turn, she allowed herself to be vulnerable and cry, to laugh and love and believe that she could do it all again, that she could be his.

The change in plans only took a few weeks to present itself. When Daenerys gave Jon Jaime Lannister’s message, he knew what it was all about.

“Cersei has lost her mind. A mercenary army is coming from Braavos; she will strike the North while your backs are turned. I will sail for Dragonstone immediately, I come alone. Please, Tyrion, help me as I have helped you when you needed me. Your brother, Jaime.”

“Is it real?”

“Tyrion says it is. I sent Phil on a scouting mission and there is a small ship sailing this way.”

“I will be ready - just in case.”

Daenerys smiled at him. “Everyone will be ready; you can stay here with me.”

“I have to check how the dragonglass mining is going,” Jon lamented.

“Dan and Phil can do that. I want you at my side when I speak to the man who killed my father.”

Right. Jon nodded. “Of course.”

There was a knock. Jon walked up to the door and opened it swiftly, ready to strike any intruders but it was just Kinvara. “My Lady.”

“A well prepared man, I see,” she looked past him and right into Daenerys’ eyes. “Your Grace, I must sail for Essos.”

“Is it really necessary? What will we do if we’re under attack?”

“You should be safe, at least within the confines of this castle. The Long Night is coming and we all must be ready. There are still things I need to see and research I need to do.”

“My Lady. Will you be seeing Lady Melisandre?” Jon asked.

“If the Lord so chooses, that seems to be a possibility.”

“The night before the battle with the Boltons, I requested Lady Melisandre that if I should die in battle, she was not to bring me back. I ordered her to swear it, but she didn’t, and come morning, she was no longer in Castle Black.”

Kinvara stared at him, with her usual smile, not looking surprised at all.

“I would like to apologise to her for my tone, but I also want to extend the request to you.” Jon still couldn't find the words for it, but he was sure of one thing. “Please, My Lady. If I do - if I fall, don't bring me back.”

“The Lord of Light brought you back.” Kinvara's smile widened. “We take no offence at your commands, because we only do what he commands.”

“My La-”

“This war is ending and the real war is about to commence. I will be back then, Queen Daenerys. ”

Jon looked over his shoulder and saw Danny nod. “I will sail to Winterfell to get the support of the northmen. Any advice?” He asked.

Kinvara nodded. “You should deliver as much dragonglass as possible so that everything can be ready, and - you should fly. There’s no time to sail. The boy can only hold the ice for so long. It won’t be long until they find what they are looking for.”

RENLY

Having Loras back was such a relief, even amidst all the political conflicts, the intrigue and the impending doom, Renly couldn’t be happier. Even Shireen had mentioned how genuine his smile seemed now, and that he looked younger.

Still, Renly knew they had so much to work on. Such a big lie was not something that was easily forgotten or forgiven, but that was not all. Loras was struggling with other issues as well as his grief for Margaery.

In one of their private training sessions, Loras attacked him mercilessly, swinging at him until Renly was flat on his back, his shirt ripped open and the air knocked out of him. He paused and looked up at his husband.

Loras looked down at Renly’s chest and then away, his face the perfect mixture of rage and despair.

“Lo,” Renly coughed. “Look at me.”

“What?” He said, looking vaguely in Renly’s direction.

“Look at me, please,” Renly repeated.

Loras’ gaze finally focused on him again, his eyes welled up with tears. “I’m sorry,” he said and Renly knew that he was not talking about his fall.

“I know you are still mad at me, love,” Renly said. “I didn’t expect you to just forgive me for causing you so much heartache, especially now…” he trailed off, not wanting to mention Margaery outright. “But I do hope that you can forgive yourself. You can’t keep blaming yourself for believing the lie and carrying on.”

Loras let out a sob, his sword falling out of his hand before he fell to his knees on the hard stone floor and crawled to him. “I’m so sorry,” he said. “I should have waited. I should have known.” He pulled Renly closer by the shirt, pressing their foreheads together.

Renly cupped his cheeks and gave him a small smile. “How long of a wait would have been enough? People deal with grief in different ways and you did what you felt was right.”

Shaking his head, making his curls bounce, Loras sniffled. “It never felt right. Nobody ever felt right but you,” he finally broke down, burying his head in Renly’s chest, his hand coming to trace the edges of the scar the necklace had left behind on that night.

Pressing a kiss to Loras’ head, Renly played with his curls. “Then be with me, stay with me and protect me. Teach me how to stop being a shit fighter,” he said, causing Loras to laugh through the tears. “Come on, we are not stopping until I can win against you.”

“We’ll be old by then,” Loras said with a watery smile before standing and pulling Renly up in one swift motion.

It took nearly the entire day, but Renly was eventually able to best a very outraged Loras, even if he had to hit his hand to make him drop his sword. It was alright anyway, they finished their argument in bed.

PHIL

Phil moaned, his entire body shaking as he thrust into Dan with abandon. He pressed a kiss to his love’s lips, biting him, mumbling about how much he loved him.

“Phil,” Dan gasped. “Don’t ever leave me.”

“Never,” Phil said, stilling inside Dan and pressing their foreheads together. “You are mine and I am yours. Forever,” he panted, reaching for Dan’s cock and finishing him, Phil’s eyes set on his lover’s face, enjoying the mere pleasure of watching him fall apart. Once Dan laid boneless, watching him from under his lashes, Phil pulled out and let his mess join Dan’s.

They slept late into the day, until Lord Varys came knocking on their door, letting them know they needed to dress immediately to fly to Winterfell. Then he turned around and took a few steps, pausing briefly by the now wide open door. “If you want to say goodbye to your Red Priestess, she’s about to get on a boat.”

“Thank you,” Phil said, feeling much more alert than he had a minute ago.

“You’re so eager to see her,” Dan commented, barely trying to cover his jealousy.

“She saved my life, Dan,” Phil said. “My entire childhood I thought of her as a motherly figure since I had none of my own. Her and Danny were the only happy memories I had for a long time.”

Dan lowered his head in shame. “I’m sorry. I know you are right. I’m thankful she saved you and gave you your family back.”

Phil finished pulling his cloak on and wrapped his arms around Dan, kissing him softly. “You have nothing to be sorry about. Now, come with me. They will be upset with us if we keep them waiting.” He stepped back.

“Don’t you get a bit of leeway for being The Queen’s cousin?” Dan smirked.

“No. She has never been fond of waiting and remember not to mention that outside her advisors.”

He nodded. “Does Jon know?”

“I assume Daenerys told him.”

Dan wrapped his furs around his frame and cocked his head; Phil was enchanted by his northern clothes every day. “I never saw that coming.”

“Then you are blind, my love. They had their eyes set on each other from the moment they met, that’s why they argue so much.” Phil grabbed Dan’s hand and dragged him to the Throne Room where, as expected, everyone was waiting for them.

“How kind of you to join us,” Daenerys commented, rising from the throne and walking out, Loras, Renly, Jon and Tyrion following after her.

Phil looked at Ser Davos and Brienne but they shook their heads.

Missandei waved at them with one hand as she petted Balerion with the other.

“Will you be able to handle him?” Dan asked.

“Yes, of course,” she said. “Ghost and Greywind keep him calm when he gets restless.”

“I will be back soon,” Dan said looking into his wolf’s eyes. “Be good while I’m gone.”

“He will not pee in the Throne Room,” Missandei nodded.

“Balerion! Did you pee in th-” Dan's horrified face was worth more than all the jewels in the Reach. “No peeing inside - anywhere. Or you’ll sleep with Ser Pounce when we get back home.”

Balerion whined and lowered his head, making a sad face.

Dan and Phil finally met the others outside, waiting only for a moment while Phil hugged Kinvara and thanked her for everything, making her promise that they would meet again. This time, Dan didn’t look upset, he just waved her goodbye.

The trip north was incredibly different. It took longer because of the amount of dragonglass the dragons were carrying. It didn’t escape Phil that Daenerys watched Renly get on Rhaegal and seem disappointed with their interaction. Although he was not rejected, Rhaegal did not seem interested in Renly at all.

They arrived the following morning, incredibly tired and freezing cold.

Lady Sansa received them and kindly guided them directly to the Godswood where an incredibly tall Bran Stark sat in a complicated chair. Every story Phil had heard about Bran spoke about how he’d been as a child, so his mental image had been very different. The small ten year old Dan had seen last was now a man, a very quiet man.

Dan ran up to him and hugged him tightly while Bran only patted his back with a small smile. “You returned,” he said.

“Of course I did,” Dan frowned.

“For a moment I thought you wanted to stay away; I wouldn’t have faulted you. You always wanted to see the world.”

“I did, but I will always come home to you,” Dan said ruffling Bran’s hair.

Bran gave him a sad smile and looked at Jon. “Hello, Jon,” he said, extending his arms to his older brother.

Jon smiled and gave him a tight hug. “You are a man now.”

“Almost,” smiled Bran. “I wish we could speak inside but I need to stay here, I still have things to do.”

“I don’t understand,” Jon said.

“I am revising history, the entire history of Westeros for a clue, a key of what to do to defeat the Night King,” Bran said but when he saw his brothers’ confused faces he shook his head. “Sansa will explain it to you.” He turned to Daenerys. “Thank you for coming. The Lords are waiting for you. Make it quick - you only have so much time to strike King’s Landing before the Long Night.”

“Will they want to join me?”

“Of course,” Bran said. “If you treat them with respect and don’t demand things in exchange for nothing.”

“She doesn’t do that,” Tyrion interjected.

“She does,” Bran insisted. “Loyalty is earned, not demanded. Offer them a chance to overturn their enemies and tell them what you will do for them in exchange. They are not Dothraki, or Unsullied; they already have faith in someone and that someone is not you, it’s Jon.”

“Very well. Will you help me when the time comes?” Daenerys asked, and Phil was more than surprised that she didn't snap at him.

“I will, even if we are referring to different times. I will help for as long as I can.”

Phil was confused by that exchange too, all the secret messages, and by the look on everyone’s faces, nobody had understood entirely. They all started to walk back to the castle and when Phil looked back, he could only see Bran touching the weirwood tree, his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

DAN

Dan walked into The Great Keep only to be pulled aside sharply. He melted into the embrace even before he saw who it was. He knew that hug so well. He shut his eyes and remembered the last time he saw Arya, dirty, her hair cut short with a knife, her eyes carrying the heartbreak of their father’s death.

“Took you long enough to come back,” she said.

“I was only gone a few months, I haven’t heard of you in years,” he stepped back and looked into her eyes. “Where were you? How are you?”

“I’m alright, Dan. I survived. I just had to find my own way.”

“I’m not letting you leave again,” he said.

Arya smirked, rolling her eyes. “You’re going to attack King’s Landing. I am coming with you.”

“You’ll get hurt.”

“Not before I kill Cersei.”

Dan only frowned when he saw Daenerys walk in and falter briefly, bringing her hand to her forehead before continuing to walk as if nothing had happened. He was pulled from his musings when Jon spotted them.

“Arya,” said Jon, pulling her into a hug and lifting her before spinning in place.

“You used to be taller,” she said, hugging him back.

“No, I wasn’t.”

“How did you survive a knife through the heart?”

“I didn’t,” Jon smiled. “You still have your Needle.”

“Yeah and the dagger too, although Sansa stole it from me years ago; she just returned it.”

“Fighting again already?” Dan asked.

Arya shook her head. “I think we understand each other better now.” She gasped. “Whose sword is that?”

Jon unsheathed Longclaw and presented it to her. “It belonged to my Lord Commander, Jeor Mormonth. He gave it to me as a gift.”

“Did you see his son? I hear he works with Daenerys.”

“You shouldn’t call her by her name, have some respect,” Jon chastised her. “Who told you about Jorah Mormont?”

“Your friend Sam,” Arya said. “He’s in the library. Go see him after the meeting.”

Dan smiled at Jon. It was good to have Sam back.

The Lords and Ladies of the northern houses sat in the Great Hall, nobody seemed pleased to see Daenerys, or Jon for that matter. Not when they thought he had submitted to the Targaryen Queen.

It was Daenerys herself who let them know that Jon had taken the trust they had put in him very seriously and had refused to bend the knee, praising him for it, admitting that it was wrong of her to ask him to do that when she hadn’t done anything to earn his loyalty. She said that she had come to know Jon well and understood why the North wanted to keep its independence and agreed, promising to keep her word after Cersei had been defeated and the White Walkers were no more.

She asked them to join the fight against Cersei, not for her, but for themselves, to avenge those who had died before them at the hands of the Lannister army, for all the previous Lords and Ladies, for the late Starks and Tullys - for the north. “Does the North remember?” she asked.

“The North remembers,” they answered.

After that, they had to plan the fine details. It was not wise to leave the North entirely unprotected even if they had enough time to go to battle in King’s Landing and return before the White Walkers crossed The Wall, if they found a way to do it. There were also people needed to ready the weapons, and train the younger generations. On Bran’s advice, only those who fit the available ships would travel south, the rest, especially the minor houses, would stay back in Winterfell to protect it and continue to prepare for The Long Night.

And so, once everything was settled the war began once again. All forces marched to King’s Landing, those from the North sailed to the Vale and marched south, the Unsullied marched east, abandoning their post at Casterly Rock, Daenerys led those at Dragonstone west on her dragon and the Highgarden banners rode to the north east.

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Hi, I just wanted to quickly tell you how glad I am that I found your post where you said that you aren’t that interested in their solo careers and talked about your take on the hiatus thing because you really summed up all my thoughts and fears about what may be coming very well. I really feel the same way as you especially the last paragraph. It hit a little too close to home.

I've actually just been extremely sad since the announcement because I feel like an important part of my life has been taken away and I know how pathetic and embarrassing that must sound and especially since I‘m in my mid twenties but…. yeah. Maybe I’m just pathetic. I want to be happy for them, but it's just extremely hard when I feel like I'm falling by the wayside. and I am also just totally confused by what's suddenly going on because JK has recently mentioned again and again that he only feels really comfortable performing with his members and that he doesn't like to be on his own and then his recent vlive where he said that he wouldn't go on shows without the others but now this? It's all over the place somehow and the timing is so weird too because why would they announce something like this right now when they're promoting a new album? It totally overshadowed the album, which is probably one of the reasons why it scored so poorly. I just can't help but feel a bit bitter and disappointed about the way they handled it. And also, I am very confused about how little some of the members were affected about the whole thing. Like Tae for example always used to be so emotional back in the days but in the festa video it really looked like he didn't even care, same goes for some of the others. Sorry that I so randomly poured out my heart to you, I don't have anyone to talk to about this.

Hi! You're welcome, and thank you for finding my post. I was feeling alone in how I felt too! You can pour your heart out to me anytime. I don't have anyone to talk to about this either :)

Tbh, I was quite angry but I'm not anymore. I've moved on a bit. The day after the Festa dinner I couldn't sleep and I was feeling so empty and scared. Now I feel ready to embrace their solo projects. It helps that I remembered we didn't get any music for over a year, and that there were many times during the pandemic that I felt BTS were very absent. Now, we'll get more individual content, but Hybe will feel pressured to keep the OT7 brand alive (especially after their shares tanked with the break announcement), so we might be getting a lot more OT7 content than we think!

But it's okay if you're not there yet! I'm being hopeful now, but I know I'll start to miss them a lot when they inevitably become less active as 7. They still have schedules and content they've filmed, but soon they may be in different countries doing different things. I'm scared of losing their bond...

I've also become excited for Jungkook's solo career, as well as Jimin's. And I can't wait for D3. But I don't have the same amount of interest in all the members and I don't know how much I will enjoy their solo careers.

About Jungkook, it is weird how they never hinted at wanting to go solo. The stuff about being lost and confused, they've talked about before, but wanting to go solo or being lost collectively as a group was new. Had they shared feeling curious about doing solo performances and projects, then perhaps we would have been more prepared for this?

The timing is weird, because they sort of ruined Festa and they sabotaged Proof too. They didn't properly promote Proof, and even Army didn't hype it up as much as they could because it got caught up in the Festa schedule. It's like they didn't care about how Proof performed? It wasn't a priority for them. Had BTS announced their break before Proof came out, there would've been a lot more hype for Proof. It would've sold more, YTC would've broken records, etc. Proof should've been released before Festa too, and then Festa would've been some sort of goodbye. It was a goodbye for them, but not for us since we didn't know they would be saying "goodbye"...

The members' "lack" of reactions probably come down to the fact that they've been planning this since MOTS:7. This break was supposed to happen all the way back in 2020. The members have had plenty of time to prepare themselves for this and to process their feelings. Looking back, My Time is the kind of song that you'd write before announcing a break ("Can I someday finna find my time?"). Likewise, the rapline songs and Inner Child fit the theme of finding themselves and reflecting on how far they've come...

So, yeah, their lack of emotionality (in some members) is because this isn't news for them. They're already preparing their albums and have known all this for years... Unlike us, who were kind of blindsided...

Your feelings are perfectly valid! Don't worry about overreacting. I'm choosing to trust them. To trust that we won't loose them. But I know we will, to some extent. It was inevitable anyway... Right now I feel hopeful, but I still feel a bit empty when I picture the future ahead. Right now things haven't changed too much, but we know they will... It's the end of an era. It's okay to mourn it...

Thanks for the ask! Come talk to me anytime!

#ask #bts #thanks for the ask!#feel better <3

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