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moonshine999 · 6 months

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Hera

Goddess of marriage, women, family, childbirth, the sky, heaven.

Queen of the Gods.

Marriage is supposed to be an unexplainable bond. Passion, sacrifice, trust, love. It blinds you, it changes you, it makes you whole.That’s what she always believed.

Her mother always told her stories of her and father on their adventures, how striking he was, how different he was from the other lords just trying to get her for their own political gain, how romantic he is. She always giggled along while her brothers scrunched their noses up in disgust.

If she pestered him enough, even father would spout a few lines on mother’s beauty. The dead serious, second son of The Tower would happen to blush when mother winked at him during dinners.

Love seemed perfect then. She dreamed that someday she too may find it. Easy, spellbinding, encapsulating, love. Gorgeous, ethereal, wistful love. Love, love, love.

Her mother wasn’t the only thing that died that night. Her father’s happiness, smiles and all sense of family seemed to disappear in the stars of the heavens. He distanced himself, would never talk about anything other than the duties he has as Hand of the King.

Duties.

A strange phenomenon. Something that had to be done. To run the kingdom. To keep stability over the land. Rhaenyra often talked of it. How she was to change the rules and give people as less duty as possible. She laughed at the time. The idea sounded delightful.

As she matured, the ways the world worked were shocking. Some disgusting, frightening, too much. Some more enchanting, charming. Rhaenyra seemed immune to it in a way, she often talked about how it's necessary to see the reality of things if one is to be queen. She seemed so confident, powerful, royal.

When her father announced his plans for her, she wanted to scream her lungs out of breath till death took her from the misery. She wanted to bite and scrape at herself till she remained just flesh. But she bit her tongue as the women have had to for centuries before and will have to in the centuries to come. A nod. She exited the chambers.

“Why?” was the only thing that came to mind as she walked back to her rooms. For political power? To have his blood on the throne? On the poison that commands the city? Mother always talked about how her father was different. Did her mother lie to her as well.

Viserys was tough, difficult and hurtful. But he was the king and she was his queen. His second queen.

Because he murdered his beloved on the childbed. During such pain, anguish and discomfort, he let her be killed. The child could never survive. Rhaenyra was left motherless and she was put to the torture. What good came of it, only the Gods may ever figure.

She prayed and prayed to the Seven. To be with her mother. To know how to battle queenship. Yet they never answered. Why? Why must they too leave her at this moment? Why must they take her mother away from her? Why must they strip her of her modesty, innocence, pride and everything she ever held dear.

Childbirth was everything she feared and more. The thought always plagued her head. They can kill her at any moment. The King of course can find another wife, perhaps the Lady Laena, to satisfy his cousins. Her father would be disappointed, disgusted that she let herself submit to death like this. Rhaenyra wouldn’t care. She’ll move on. She shouldn’t waste her time worrying about the death of her treacherous step-mother.

But she survived it all. Four times over. No one cared to congratulate her. Why should they? They had their heir, they had their first son of the house. Why care about the hours she took to bring him into this world. It's a lesson that was too hard to digest at first. People will not care for you but only for your impact. Only that will cement you in history. Only that will give your life meaning.

Rhaenyra was right in that aspect, she supposed. It's necessary to see the reality of things if one is to be queen. Queen. A Hightower Queen. Laughable.

Yet she sat the wretched throne more times than she could be capable of remembering now. She took care of all the bloody matters of state, the fucking kingdom with a king rotting away in his bed.

She understood why her father had done this. To some extent. But she was tired.

The hypocrisies the kingdom expected of her, the standards her own extended family put on her, the turmoil her children put her through. It could never be enough.

To say she cared for her children would make the court jester laugh at your simplicity. She was their mother. The only figure they looked to for guidance, the person who carried them, the person who had to shape each and every aspect of them. Alone. Because even the Gods had lost faith for her at that point. But oh. It was the only love she could bear to let herself dream about. It was gorgeous, enchanting and wistful. It was angry, frightening and dangerous. It was love in its purest form. A paradox.

She had put in enough effort to go through with this marriage. The childbirths, the motherhood, the love, the pain, this family. Her family. The family she let herself build through all the torture their father subjected them all to. She was not going to let her efforts be forgotten so easily. How could she? If anything, Alicent Hightower was going to make sure that the books of history remember her name as more than just King Viserys’s second wife. Her family’s right to the throne cannot be robbed as easily as her youth was from her.

War was inevitable.

"The beacon on the High Tower. Do you know what color it glows when Old Town calls its banners to war?"

#house of the dragon #alicent hightower #pt.3 #hera #[ • 'house of the dragon' characters as the twelve olympians • ]

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matthewkniesys · 2 years

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Brendan Brisson's Best Friend- Thomas Bordeleau Pt.3

a/n: Alright guys, this is the final time I'm doing this for this series. That makes me sad. This the 3rd and final part of Brendan Brisson’s Best Friend. This is definitely my favorite part of the series. As always feedback is always welcome. Thank you guys for all the love and support on the first 2 parts and I hope you like it <33

Brendan Brisson's Best Friend pt.1

Brendan Brisson's Best Friend pt.2

Summary: Its been about 5 years since the day in the coffee shop. Thomas has had so much success in the NHL so far and you guys have been going strong. When an unexpected turn of events brings Thomas and Brendan back together what will happen?

People always say years go by faster as you get older. You agree with that. It's hard to believe that it's been 5 years since Brendan walked out of your life and Thomas's. You really don't think about it that much but when you do it still makes you sad. What if a year before everything happened Brendan had admitted his feelings? Would you be with him right now? How would your life be different if he was still in it? These are all questions you will never get answers to. At this point you've pretty much accepted that Brendan isn't going to be a part of your life.

Ring! The sound of your phone that was face down on the island brought you out of your thoughts. You sigh but it was probably for the better that you didn't go down that rabbit hole. You walk over to the island in your kitchen and pick up the phone. You check the caller ID and see that it's your boyfriend of a little more than 5 years.

"Hey babe. How was your day?" Thomas asks you.

"It was not the best. A little stressful" you reply.

"I miss you so fucking much. I wish I could be there for you on the bad days" Thomas groans.

"I miss you too. It's hard that you're not here but you calling me helps. At least next year I'll be living with you in San Jose." You remind him. When Thomas left to go play for the Sharks after sophomore year you stayed at umich for the next 2 years to finish your degree. Once you finished it was hard to decide whether or not you were going to move to San Jose but in the end you decided to go back to California where you grew up. It was hard at first because everything there reminds you of Brendan and the things you did when you were younger but it got better. It's a 5 hour drive to San Jose from where you live so you would occasionally drive up there to see Thomas.

"I can't wait," Thomas exclaims excitedly.

"Trust me I can't either. I've already started packing and I'm not moving for like 6 months" you respond "Thom I can't remember but you have curtains in the bedroom right?"

Your boyfriend laughs and remembers that morning so many years ago. That day was very bittersweet. You guys lost Brendan but gained so much love for each other by learning how to move on.

The two of you talk for a while longer about Thomas's game last night and the trade deadline which is tomorrow. You hang up and start getting ready for bed. You turn on whatever hockey game is playing and start answering emails. All of a sudden you hear the announcers mention Brendan Brisson. Brendan might not be a big part of your life right now but you still care about him so much. So much that you still follow him pretty closely and try to watch some Vegas games. Thomas knows you do this and he does it too.

Blah blah blah the announcers talk about his skill but then something peaks your interest. Brendan Brisson is most likely going to be traded by tomorrow. You already knew this of course but then the announcers mentioned San Jose. You immediately start paying attention.

"You know Brendan Brisson is an amazing player. He has so much skill and talent. He just doesn't really fit into Vegas's plans right now and that's why I think heel be traded" says the announcer.

"I think San Jose would be a perfect fit. He's just the kind of player they've been looking for and need" the second announcer replies.

Wouldn't it be crazy if after all these years Thomas and Brendan end up on the same team. Maybe it's been enough time for Brendan and you guys could all be friends. Maybe not. Who knows. The probability that he actually ends up in San Jose is super low though so it's not really worth spending any time thinking about it. Right?

You wake up the next day to your notifications going crazy. It's around 11:00 am since you had the day off of work. It's sitting face down on your bedside table and you flip it over to see what seems like 100 new messages and notifications. The first thing you see is a text from Thomas saying : Y/n have you seen it yet ????? I'm freaking out!

What? Have you seen what yet? Why was Thomas freaking out? This is just the beginning of the questions you had. You finally snap out of the post sleep haze and remember what today is. It's the trade deadline. That must be what Thom's talking about. What would be big enough that Thomas would text you telling you he's freaking out or for you to have 11 missed calls from him? Then you get your answer when your phone dings and you get a new notification from the score.

Brendan Brisson traded to the San Jose Sharks. What the fuck? It feels like all your breath has been knocked out of your lungs. This has to be what your boyfriend's talking about. You quickly click the notification to read the article.

The article talks about Brendan as a player and how he fits on the team. Then about who he was traded for and who won the trade. Then you see Thomas's name. It says:

When Brendan Brisson played at the University of Michigan he was teammates with Thomas Bordeleau. They had very good chemistry together. Hopefully they can find some of that in the Sharks organization.

It's been about 20 minutes since you saw this and you're still in shock. It takes you a minute to realize you should probably return your boyfriend's calls.

You FaceTime and he picks up on the first ring.

"Y/n, y/n did you see it? Did you see Bren is coming to play for the Sharks?" Thomas asks clearly flustered.

"Yes I saw it Thom" you say sounding a lot calmer than you feel. You can tell your boyfriend is nervous and hopefully if you sound less nervous it'll help him.

"You were planning on coming down to visit next weekend right babe?" Your boyfriend asks you.

"Yep"

"Do you think maybe Brendan would want to talk to us?" Thomas wonders.

"I mean maybe. Babe, I wish I could answer all your questions but I just can't" you reply.

"Y/n, I'm so torn over whether or not I should call him or at least text. We're going to have to be teammates so we'll have to talk at some point. And anyway I still consider him one of my best friends. I want to actually be that again" Thomas rambles.

"Thom, I know you still love Brendan so much. I do too. He is and always will be like my older brother. If you think the right thing to do is to call him you should. Maybe he's wanting to call you so he's doing this exact thing with his girlfriend" you and Brendan hadn't talked since that day at the coffee shop but it doesn't mean you didn't still follow him and know he has a girlfriend that he's been dating for 2 and a half years.

"Maybe, I think I'm gonna sleep on it y/n, but I'll talk to you later okay?" Thomas says.

"Bye love you Thom".

"Love you too babe". Then Thomas hangs up and you start getting ready for the day. You didn't have to work today so it was going to be a pretty chill day.

In the week that followed you didn't do much out of the ordinary. You went to work and watched every single Sharks game like usual. Except when you watched the game you were looking for more than just one person.

You and Thomas talked everyday all week at least once. Thomas nor Brendan had reached out to the other but Thomas had said they were friendly in the locker room but they hadn't really talked or hung out outside of hockey.

You were driving to San Jose on Friday and you and Thomas decided to try and talk to Bren on Saturday.

The drive was long and very boring. You listened to lots of podcasts and music.

When you finally get there you park and get into the apartment building. This may be a different building but just like all those years ago you could make the trip up to Thom's apartment with your eyes closed.

You knock and Thomas answers the door.

Uh, hey y/n you're a little early" Thomas says.

"Is that a problem?" You ask suspiciously.

"No-no I just wasn't expecting you so soon. I have someone over." He replies. Your boyfriend opens the door and lets you in. It takes you about 5 seconds for your eyes to land on the couch. Where Brendan is sitting.

"Bren" is all you can manage, feeling like all the air has been knocked out of your lungs.

"Hey y/n" Brendan says softly.

"I,I just can't believe you're here" you say in shock.

"Yep, I'm here" he replies.

You look over at your boyfriend and see him rubbing the back of his neck nervously. You're not mad, just confused and also happy to see that they're making amends or at least trying to. Finally Thomas speaks.

"I don't know if you're mad-"

"I'm not" you say, cutting your boyfriend off.

"Good, but as I was saying I was going to try and at least start to fix things with Briss before you came" he says, seemingly relieved.

It's quiet for a moment and then Brendan breaks the silence.

"Y/n, actually both of you I'm so sorry for everything that happened 5 years ago" apologizes Brendan.

"It okay-"

"No it's not" Brendan cuts you off with a stern tone.

"I was 20 and stupid. I was jealous and I really liked you, y/n. But that didn't give me the right to yell at you guys and you probably already

know this but I've regretted that day in the coffee shop since the day that it happened" Brendan rants.

"Bren, what you did was definitely shitty but at this point I don't think either of us care we just want you back as our best friend" you shoot back.

"Yeah, I mean I know that both me and y/n/n having been following your career. We still love you so much and getting to play hockey with you again especially since it's in the NHL is insane. Honestly I just missed you so much and I know for a fact y/n did too" Thomas adds.

"Guys, thank you so much you don't understand how much this means to me. Also congrats on what 5 years together. That's so great" Brendan tells the 2 of you with a smile.

That's when you knew it was genuine and that you guys were good.

"Could we maybe hug? I know it's stupid but me and Thomas have really missed you" you ask.

"Of course. I missed you guys more than I can ever express" Brendan answers.

The 3 of you hug and it's different than anything else ever. It says so much that has yet to be said. There is still lots to catch up with and there are still bonds to mend but in the long run the trio is back.

"So Briss, tell us about the girl" Your boyfriend adds sneakily.

Yep, you guys are definitely good.

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