“With all due respect, I cannot stay here. I cannot be worlds away from you, Daenerys.”
“You don’t understand the danger that waits for me in Westeros, my love. I can’t put you in harm’s way for a throne that means nothing to you,” Daenerys shouts. Her voice echoes loudly off the walls of the empty throne room.
“I don’t care. As long as I know you’re okay.”
“I care! I care and so you need to stay here where you’ll be safe. I’ll send letters, I swear it,” the blonde bargains desperately. She doesn’t want to have to order you around like you’re just another one of her subjects.
“I swore fealty to you, Dany! I swore to protect you with my last breath. I can’t do that if you leave me here. I’ll lose my mind.”
The ruler bows her head and accepts the fact that she isn’t strong enough to leave you and you both know it. With a shaky breath, she concedes.
“My Queen,” you whispered uncertainly and stared up at the deadly, monstrous beast in front of you, “-I beg your pardon, but I do not believe I can…ride your dragon.”
“We don’t have time! Do you trust me?” the blonde-haired ruler takes your hand and pulls you towards the largest of her children. Drogon crouches low enough to allow a mount.
“Of course,” you reply. You had sworn your life to her less than a month after you met. You would follow Daenerys to the ends of the Earth.
“Then climb up after me and hold on.”
She kisses you, hard, before releasing your hand and lifting herself up onto Drogon’s back. After a moment of hesitation, you follow her and gasp at how rough his scales are. Dany grabs onto you as soon as you’re behind her and you wrap your arms around her waist as tightly as you can.
“Squeeze with your legs, my love,” she warns as her dragon shifts under you. You cling even harder to Daenerys as she leans forward and urges the best to take off. She feels you shaking in fear and turns her head back to look at you. “I’m going to keep you safe. You just hold on to me and I won’t allow you to fall.”
“I know you won’t,” you mutter, burying your face in her furs.
My husband mentions the Au Where Ryuk Eats Ass Instead Of Apples every time we go out for drinks and I’ve never regretted something so much in my life.
Crunchity cronchy, Light, YOUR pair of APPLES is better than one!
OH MY GOD
For the past hour Discord has been in a Very heated discussion on whether or not Ryuk could definitely eat ass considering the ‘death gods can’t fuck’
“How To Use” XXXVI, the following rule is stated: “There are male and female gods of death, but it is neither permitted, nor possible for them to have sexual relations with humans. The gods of death also cannot have sex with each other. ”
There’s a war going on now, we still haven’t come to a concrete conclusion
My husband mentions the Au Where Ryuk Eats Ass Instead Of Apples every time we go out for drinks and I’ve never regretted something so much in my life.
Crunchity cronchy, Light, YOUR pair of APPLES is better than one!
(Note: Explicit, NSFW, femslash, 7100+ word count)
“Darling, darling, we have to stop,” Lotor whispered hurriedly against your lips, pushing you back with resolute hands against your shoulders. You furrowed your brow, vexed, and tried to chase his lips but he pressed a long index finger to your eager mouth. “I really must get on with my work for the day.”
“Lotor—“ you hissed, frowning. “What’s the matter with you?”
He quirked a brow at you inquisitively. “The matter with me?” he echoed. “Preposterous question. There is nothing ‘the matter’.”
That did nothing to pacify you; in fact, it only goaded you on. “You’ve been acting strange!” Lowering your voice to a harsh whisper, you added, “You only came once last night.”
“Well, if you had opened yourself up to me just a bit more, perhaps I would have come more than once. You can do better than that, can’t you?”
Your cheeks burned hot with insult and shame. “What—!“
Lotor eyed you with mild disinterest, eyes half-lidded and chin resting lazily against his knuckles. When you did not move to leave, he asked, “Yes? Did you need anything else?”
That’s it.
Clenching your fists and gritting your teeth, you turned on your heel and tore down the cockpit aisle, eyes burning holes in the door you were about to leave out of. Lotor blinked owlishly, once, twice, before standing from his seat and reaching out to your quickly retreating back.
“W-Where are you going?” He sounded so genuinely confused that you almost pitied him. Almost. But the pressure building has finally released, and Lotor thinking he could mend you just by finally showing you some fucking attention was laughable. So you did just that: you laughed.
Maybe it was cruel, but you couldn’t stop letting out the cold barks of laughter. “Where else? Anywhere but here!” you exclaimed. You refused to let the ugly, angry tears fall so you dug your knuckles into your eye sockets to stave them off. “I don’t want to be anywhere I’m not wanted.” Sure, you were acting childish. Sure, it was juvenile to storm noisily out of a room in anger—but you were feeling neglected and damn were you going to do it.
The doors slid open as you approached them and the Generals strolled through, ready to clock in for the day. One by one, they filed in, first Acxa, then Ezor, Zethrid then Narti.
Acxa raised a hand her hand to you in greeting. “Good morning—“
You brushed past her coldly, checking her with your shoulder on the way. You did not even stop to apologize, which was very unlike yourself.
Lotor called out your name, and you swore you heard it waver but you were too far gone to be consoled. Without even looking back, you shot him a middle finger over your shoulder.
With a final huff and upturn of your nose, you charged out of the control room to the only place you know Lotor couldn’t follow.
Toad's Cave 