#Dolores will be a great mother i swear

[cartoon-lovers-world]

Are surely great....

But no one is talking enough about...

THIS

Or...

THIS

Can you imagine these two being mothers?

I need a series of these two, Disney, you heard me?

I. Need. A. Series.

#Encanto #Julieta Madrigal #Pepa Madrigal #Abuela Madrigal #Mother's day #Mirabel Madrigal #Antonio Madrigal #Mirabel and Antonio #They give mother-son vibes #Dolores will be a great mother i swear

[raventreehall]

a storm of swords dash simulator

🍋ladyjonquil Follow

i don't want to reveal too much but i had a really great day today hawking and riding and received some really exciting news (and maybe a potential marriage offer!) wow wow wow!!! haven't felt like this in so long 🥰

🤡florianthefool Follow

i'm so happy for you my jonquil

🐦littlefinger Follow

thanks for sharing my lady

🏹kissedbyfire Follow

PISSED OFF AT MY BF RN 🤬🤬🤬 NEVER TRUST A SOUTHERNER AND ESPECIALLY NEVER TRUST A CROW!!!!!!!

👸🏼daenerys-targaryen-tracker Follow

🐎raeqqo Follow

by the law of the dothraki she must return to vaes dothrak to take her place alongside the crones of the dosh khaleen. it is known.

🐉3heads Follow

shut up and go sack a defenseless city or something

🍁weirwoodzz Follow

hey do you guys remember when theon greyjoy took winterfell last year and killed the stark boys? has anyone heard anything else about that? feel like it kind of just disappeared from the news cycle, what happened to greyjoy?

🪓cerwynnation Follow

lord bolton's bastard killed him

🍁weirwoodzz Follow

oh really? wow. kind of extreme but deserved i guess

💗ramsays-sharpest-blade Follow

Ramsay isn't a bastard, King Joffrey legitimized him two months ago and Lord Roose is going to make him castellan of the Dreadfort soon. He loves his son and trusts his abilities. Plus, Ramsay is being awarded for his efforts in saving Winterfell and putting a stop to the ironborn raids in the North by being betrothed to Arya Stark—would a bastard be granted that honor? I don't think so.

Also, Theon isn't dead, Ramsay is (rightfully) flaying him for his crimes in the dungeons beneath the Dreadfort. Gods, I'd love to see Ramsay thrust the knife under his skin!!!!! 😜

#ramsay bolton #house bolton #our blades are sharp #theon greyjoy

🐐the-goat Follow

i'm boutta come into thome real money real thoon 😈 💎💎💎💎💯

🏰freygirl73 Follow

ughhhh my sister is getting married tmrw and my brothers keep going on about getting revenge on king robb while he's here for the feast... like i just wanted some food :/// iswtg that's the only good thing about my siblings weddings and now they're saying there won't even be any and i'm gonna have to go into hiding before the bedding ceremony or something. why can't my family just be NORMAL

🐟greenfork Follow

TW: Red Wedding, death, violence

A masterpost on what happened at the Twins and what it means for the Northern independence cause, the War of the Five Kings, and the realm in general.

Also a bunch of links on how you can help people affected in the Riverlands.

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HELL YEAH BROTHER 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀

🔥heatofdorne Follow

i wanna ***** ********* on ellaria sand's **** and *** ****** then call in oberyn and ***** **** them both until **** *****

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why are there so many crabs on my dash rn

🐺direwolfing Follow

TYWIN LANNISTER IS DEAD 🦀🦀🦀🦀

💙cassssanna Follow

actually i think it's still for king joffrey

🦁lann1sporter Follow

lol i thought it was for robb stark

🥂arborgold Follow

maybe it's for the mountain?

⬛️ freezingmyarseoffonthewall Follow

DOLOROUS EDD LORD COMMANDER 300 AC

⬛️ freezingmyarseoffonthewall Follow

DOLOROUS EDD WILL LEAD US TO VICTORY AGAINST THE OTHERS

🕊️ just-a-humble-sparrow Follow

mother have mercy i was walking by the great sept of baelor (i wanted to pay my respects to our blessed king joffrey) but i was blocked by a knight of the kingsguard—i believe it was one of the kettleblacks, unfortunately i always forget which one has been elevated to the kingsguard—because the queen was keeping vigil over her son, so i prayed outside instead. yet only a few minutes passed when i swear i saw the kingslayer arrive (he seemed to be missing a hand!) and enter. then, and this is the most disturbing part, i swear to the father that i heard noises of fornication coming from inside! i know for a fact that the only other person inside was the queen mother. could the rumors be true? i feel dirty even writing this. i wonder if i should tell my septon.

❤️‍🔥stannis-sweep Follow

stannis has literally been telling y'all and you didn't listen 🙄

🏳️ bannerless Follow

is it just me or is lady stoneheart kinda 👀

#ran out of the separators just imagine them #a storm of swords #asoiaf #valyrianscrolls #a song of ice and fire

[miracles-and-butterflies]

You need to tell me who bruno's child is PLEASEE 🙇‍♀️

I did in the last instalment.

But, let’s continue!

~~~~~~

“Dolores Victoria Estrada Madrigal! You had me worried half to death! Where on earth have you been!? Your father said you were together and he turned around for one minute and you were gone! With no explanation! Don’t think that because you are an adult you are above such things, young lady!”

Dolores winced against the tight hug she’d been pulled into by her parents.

Her father was too busy crying tears of relief and pressing kisses to her head to get his own words out, but she could assume he felt similar to her mother.

Tía Julieta rushed over at the commotion. “What is it? What’s wrong? Is someone hurt?”

Tío Agustín wasn’t far behind her, covered in bee stings. Panting and out of breath. “Oh, you found her? That’s great.”

“Yay! Dolores is back!” Antonio yelled from somewhere. He pushed his way out of Camilo’s arms and scrambled to the floor, running over and gripping tightly onto her legs.

Camilo trailed along too. He attempted going the hug but Dolores pushed him away.

“No. I don’t want your grubby hands on me,” she waved him off.

He laughed. “It’s nice to have you back, hermana.”

“I swear they were all mad at her like two minutes ago.” Isabela complained from where she was stood beside Luisa.

“It’s been hours since then, Bela.”

“Still. You’d think they’d tell her off.”

“Why are we getting so distracted by this? Mirabel’s still missing…”

“It is quite alright, Pepa. She was with me the entire time.” Abuela assured, setting a hand on her daughter’s shoulder. “And someone else—”

There was fire in her eyes.

“Who!?” Pepa snarled. “Because I will kill whoever it was, so help me!”

The sound of hooves along the path caught everyone’s attention. Around the edge of Casita’s remains appeared a frazzled looking man in dusted green, awkwardly leading a horse by the reins.

Julieta gasped behind her hand.

Pepa’s jaw dropped.

The younger sister pulled away from the group and practically charged straight into Bruno, sending them both to the ground in a hug.

The older quickly followed, helping the pair back onto their feet and embracing them properly.

The matriarch’s heart melted at the sight.

“Who’s this ugly weirdo?”

And then the moment was ruined by Camilo’s question, which was quickly followed by the rest of the grandkids’ confusion.

“Can I have the horse? Please? Can I, Papí?”

“Why has he come back right now of all times? No - that’s it. I’m done. Nothing can surprise me now.”

“Um, has everyone just forgotten that Mirabel is missing?”

Félix cleared his throat, trying to hold back some laughter at Antonio. “Mijos, this is your Tío Bruno.”

Bruno offered the kids a wave as he approached, now free from the hug, though Pepa’s arm was still flung over his shoulder and Julieta remained equally close by.

“Hola, Tío Bruno!” Waved Antonio. “I really like your horse. Can I ride it?”

“It’s not actually mine… I kinda stole it.”

“Did you bring presents?” Camilo demanded, arms crossed. “Uncles should always bring presents.”

Isabela nodded. “I second that actually.”

“Am I speaking another language here?” Luisa pondered out loud.

“No, I, uh… I didn’t bring presents.” Bruno chuckled. “I didn’t know I was staying until Dolores convinced me otherwise.”

“Well, she is my daughter. Cleverness is a trait she gets from me.” Pepa insisted, fondly.

Isabela cleared her throat, pushing in front of Luisa. “I have a question. Now that you’re back and Dolores has reappeared, are we finally going to know about the whole parent thing?”

Dolores squeaked.

Bruno shared a look with Alma and his sisters.

“…Okay, kids. Let’s go sit down for this.”

#encanto #encanto papa bruno au #ask me anything #my writing #dolores madrigal #bruno madrigal #antonio madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal #luisa madrigal #mirabel madrigal #pepa madrigal #julieta madrigal #alma madrigal #félix madrigal #agustín madrigal

[dhr-ao3]

The Fountain of Fair Fortune

The Fountain of Fair Fortune https://ift.tt/byG1xqs by wofwolwos Draco Malfoy spied Hermione Granger bathing in a fairy pool. It’s a vision he’ll never forget. In the summer before sixth year, Draco Malfoy, newly branded Death Eater, encountered a nude Hermione Granger in a fairy pool. Now, eight years later, Harry Potter is dead, and with him Voldemort’s Horcruxes. But Voldemort's reign continues on. Draco Malfoy, with recent success in Voldemort’s army, is given a mission — to find a book that Voldemort desires. A hermit for the past six years, Hermione Granger finds the newly promoted lieutenant half-dead in a marsh. “And why is Draco Malfoy, lieutenant of Death Eaters, a guest in my house?” Hermione mused in a sing-song voice. He flicked his eyes to her and back to the ceiling. He coughed and cleared his throat. “Taken on the role of swamp witch, Granger?” he sneered. “It’s a marsh. Swamps are primarily forest, this is mostly herbaceous plants,” she clarified with great deliberation. Her voice was rough, as if it hadn’t been used in a long time. “What a vulgar display of knowledge. Quite on form, swot. I always thought Muggles lived in hovels. The apple doesn’t fall far —” “I suppose that’s why I found you in the mud, then?” Words: 3023, Chapters: 2/52, Language: English Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Crookshanks (Harry Potter), Theodore Nott, Blaise Zabini, Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Ron Weasley, Narcissa Black Malfoy, Lucius Malfoy, Tom Riddle | Voldemort, Antonin Dolohov, Bellatrix Black Lestrange, Fenrir Greyback, Percy Weasley, George Weasley, Nymphadora Tonks, Molly Weasley, James Potter, Teddy Lupin, Hermione Granger's Mother, Alecto Carrow, Dolores Umbridge, Marcus Flint, Daphne Greengrass, Astoria Greengrass, Augustus Rookwood, Lavender Brown, Cormac McLaggen Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy Additional Tags: Harry Potter Dies, Alternate Universe - Voldemort Wins, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, War Fic, Graphic depictions of violence - Freeform, Slow Burn, Eventual Smut, Smut, HEA, Enemies to Lovers, Death Eater Draco Malfoy, Swamp witch Hermione Granger, Hermione Granger is a BAMF, Draco Malfoy is a BAMF, politics and intrigue, Major character death - Freeform, Dubious Consent, dub/con, Accidental Pregnancy, Theodore Nott/Neville Longbottom - Freeform, Blaise Zabini/Luna Lovegood - Freeform, Ron-bashing for the plot sorry next time it'll be pro-Ron I swear, Ravens, dual-POV, Underage Masturbation, non/con voyeurism, Accidental Voyeurism, Explicit Language, explicit potions misuse, Torture, Explicit Sexual Content, Angst, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Grief/Mourning, Dark Magic Rituals (Harry Potter), Some BDSM, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Consensual Kink, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Angst with a Happy Ending, Minor Character Death, Banter via AO3 works tagged 'Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy' https://ift.tt/PordO79 May 07, 2023 at 07:41PM

#IFTTT #Dramione #Draco x Hermione

[crazypersonwhowritesfanfiction]

𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐁𝐨𝐦𝐛

【Ｂａｃｋｓｔｏｒｙ　ｐａｒｔ　１】

Warnings- swearing and mentions of blood

I was sitting on a bench in the town, I was still getting over what had happened. I was zoned out, my head hurt like hell and I think I could still feel water in my head. “I heard what happened” I hear a voice say, I look up and see Carlos’s older sister, Dolores. “What do you want?” I ask, turning back as she sits down next to me.

She hands me some food and I take a bite, “why did you do it?” she asks, looking at me concerned. “I don’t know, maybe it was the pills I took mixed with something else? Or just…the pills” I say taking another bite, “you take pills?” she says. “Yeah it’s just for some dumb illness I have in the brain, at least I think so” I responded, “you know, I don’t think your a bad kid, just misunderstood” the woman says.

“Like your brother?” I laugh, “you could say. How did you and him even start dating in the first place?” she asks. “Oh that, well it all started a few months ago-”

I was walking around and then I saw him, getting his ass handed to him of course but a bunch of 17 year olds. “Hey meatlugs!” I shouted, causing them to turn around, “who you callin-Cherry! What brings you here?” The main boy said, I could hear him change his attitude on a dime for me. I saw Carlos bloody and I said, “nothing much. But I should be asking, what’s with Sangriento chico here?” I walked over to Carlos and gave him a look.

“He was annoying us, so we decided to teach him a lesson, ain’t that right boys?” he said as the gang behind him nodded. “Hm…This one of the Madrigal boys?” I turn to them, “yep! Carlos Madrigal, thinks he’s so tough, turns out that he’s just as weak as everyone else in this damn town” he laughs. “Why don’t you let me take care of him? I mean you’ve already done so much already!” I said turning to them as they nod and walk away high fiving each other.

I turned back to Carlos who was knocked out and cleaned his blood nose with a handkerchief that I had in my pocket. “They really messed you up, didn’t they?” I laugh obviously getting no response, I see that his eyes slowly start to open and he chuckles. “Oh great you’re up” I said, “what the fuck happened” he growls “you got beat up, tonto” I said back going to clean some blood of his face but he pulled away.

“Who the hell did it?” he says putting his hand on his forehead, “Arturo” I said back seeing the rage form in his eyes. “¡Ese hijo de puta! Jodo cuando lo vuelva a ver le voy a arrancar la garganta!” he gets up and slowly limps to the town and almost falls flat on his face but I catch him. “In this state? Are you stupid, you would die without getting a good punch in” I laugh as he glared at me. “Listen, I don’t even know who you are, therefore I don’t need your help” he said as I lifted my arm off of him, “now who says ya don’t need help? I mean look at you!” I responded.

“Well I’m Carlos fucking Madrigal” he smirks, “so were saying names now? Well it’s nice to meet you, I’m Cherry bomb” I bow as I see cockiness leave his face but still keeps some. “No you're not!” he laughs, wincing in pain, “you wanna test that?”  I open my hand making a small explosion leaving him to back up a bit. 

“Hey don’t be scared, I don’t bite” I smirk showing my teeth that I sharpened making them into fangs. “Jeez, why are you even here?” he asks, “I was walking around and saw you were in a bit of a pickle” I say as he raises an eyebrow. “Last I checked you were gonna kill me” Carlos smirks, “I was, but you're cute and I knew that your mother would set off a volcano somewhere if her little boy got killed” I laugh. 

“So you were gonna kill me” the boy says with victory, “that was the plan amigo” I respond. “How crazy can you get? I mean killing a Madrigal kid is just death row” he says, “Well I’ve been on death row before so it can’t be worse than that” I giggle as his face goes pale. “You're joking” he says trying to keep his persona up, “I’m not gonna tell you that much! You’d have to date me and even then you’d be lucky to even find out my last name” I chuckle as he rolls his eyes. “Whatever-” “Oh yeah!” I threw him some of his aunt's food that I had stolen, “for your trouble.” 

#encanto fanfic #encanto #carlos madrigal #carlos x oc

[partyboyko]

Hi! I saw that you need more ideas? I'll be glad to give some! 💙

Okay, hear me out. How about a reader (either female or gender neutral) who came from the city and was new to Encanto for a few months, and was discovered by Dolores that reader was actually a veterinarian when they were in need of one because one of Antonio's animals fell sick. And because reader is now a constant visitor in Casita, Camilo became so smitten whenever he sees the reader makes Antonio happy, and in tern makes the whole family happy.

So sorry if it's kinda confusing. Hope this is a great idea though. Happy Holidays! 💙💙💙

no bc this is a great idea, thank you for requesting! And happy holidays to you too <3

You held your bags tightly, watching the helicopter that had dropped you off fly away. Now you’d begin your walk down to the town, encanto. A young graduate of vet school is what you were, being ahead in all your studies and classes that they decided to let you graduate. You took a deep breath in and a deep breath out, and began walking.

Dolores ran to her mother as soon as she heard a new voice, far away..as if they were on the very edge of encanto it’s self. “Mama! theres someone new- a helicopter- they have bags and sound young..” immediately a storm cloud appeared over pepa’ ahead and she walked to her moms room, having Dolores explain everything.

As soon as you got to the outskirts of encanto you were swarmed by many people and questions. Panicked you dropped your bag and fell backwards. “I swear I don’t mean any harm!” You held your hands up.

A Older woman stepped out from the crowd, eyeing you, trying to see if you were up to no good. “Who are you, and how did you find us.” She spoke sternly.

“I’m YN, I’ve been looking for a remote place to stay and help animals when we came across this place. I’m only here to help any animals or possibly people.” you explained before someone shouted from the crowd; “Pepa heals our people!”

Only to be shushed by the older lady. You saw her eyes flash to a curly haired girl with circle glasses, getting a nod from her before she offered you a hand to help you up.

“This is encanto, our home. But since you help animals, I’d like you to come help tonio’s friends..” the curly haired girl stepped out of the crowd.

You nodded; “I don’t mind helping, are they sick? Injured?” You looked to her only to receive a shrug. “That’s the problem, we don’t know what’s wrong with them.” She replied, sadly.

“Alright, then let’s go figure out what’s wrong with your animals!” You said marching proudly before stopping and turning around.

“Where are they exactly?..” you asked embarrassed, before the girl took your hand and lead you to a huge house, known as the casita.

She explained all about the town, how it was made, how all the family has gifts except for her, and how the casita is basically alive! It was so fascinating.

After you both made it to the boy known as “Antonio”’s door she knocked softly, waiting for him to answer. It began to creak open revealing a sniffling little boy, your heart sunk at the sight.

“Who are you..?” His voice hiccuped as he pointed at you. “Im YN, and im here to help your animal friends..” you kneeled to his height, wiping his tears. He looked at mirabel for the okay and received it before he took your hand and lead you into his room.

It was a huge breath-taking sight. How did a room this big fit in a house not even a fourth it’s size? But nonetheless you were here to help his animals, not get lost in the beauty of their house.

“They keep saying they’re in pain but won’t say from what! And it’s really scary..” he informed you as you both made it to the home of the sick animal.

You kneeled to see the inside of the small cave, but jumped back when you saw a leopard. “Is it that bad?..” Antonio asked concerned. You shook your head; “just didn’t expect to see a leopard..haha” you replied.

“It was expected to happen.” A voice rang out, right next to you. You looked up and saw a boy, he was wearing a yellow ruana.

His face began to heatup when he saw your face, so he immediately looked away and mumbled an apology, saying it was rude.

“It’s fine..but I like your leopard has anthrax..” you turned to antonio, giving him a sorry look. He shook your shoulders crying harder “Are they gonna die?!” You shook your head and half antonio still.

“All they need it to be quarantined and given antibiotics every other day. For a week at the most.” you reassured him. He nodded happily and thanked you repeatedly.

Camilo was sent to watch over you and report back to la familia what was going on with Antonio’s pet. Not to get flustered over a cute face-

“That’s great but literally none of us know how to do that.” Camilo said. You arched a brow. “I could visit when it’s time for their shots, if that’s okay with your family.”

Antonio nodded profusely “anything to save my leopard!” he dragged you back to the entrance of his room with camilo following.

“Guys guys! They figured out what was wrong, now leopard has to get antibiotics every other day and quarantine!” Antonio said excitedly. You were just standing there awkwardly while the younger boy was holding your hand.

“Is this true, YN?” A lady asked, she had organge-ish curly hair and a yellow dress. You nodded in reply. She gave you a hug thanking you, as well as the others saying thank you.

“Would you like to stay for dinner?” Another woman asked, expect her dress was a real color and she had black hair with grey streaks. Antonio shook your hand and gave some form of puppy dog eyes.

You couldn’t say no to his face, so you agreed; “yeah, that wouldn’t be nice. Thank you.” Antonio celebrated by jumping up and down. “Come on! We have to introduce you to everyone so it’s less awkward at dinner!” He began pulling you to a door.

The first one was a girl named Luisa. Her gift was super strength. Second was a beautiful girl named Isabela, she was nice and her dress and hair was colorful and pretty, her gift was growing plants. The last sibling from the three was mirabel, who you’d already met.

So then he started with his own siblings. Dolores, was the oldest and her gift was enhanced hearing. She even admitted to being the reason you were swarmed as soon as you got near the village. And then it was camilo.

As soon as he saw your face his own began heating up again. “He-hey..” he greeted, trying to act smooth. “Hello, your camilo right?” He nodded with a proud grin; “The one and only!”

You laughed at his childishness, only cussing his face to heat up more. He swore that your laugh was so..pretty. “Anyways..enough flirting it’s time for dinner.” Antonio said blankly before dragging you down to the casitas back yard patio. Your face was now turning red and Camilo’s was as hot as a frying pan.

You were going to be the death of the poor boy.

#ao3 #oneshots #writing #writers on tumblr #wattpad #scenarios #romance #roleplay #reading #reader insert #camilo madrigal x male reader #camilo madrigal x reader #camilo madrigal #encanto antonio #encanto camilo #camilo encanto #x gn reader #gn reader

[michu-writes]

hello hello !! im the anon who requested the touch starved reader and istg the post gave me butterflies i love it !! thank you so much for it <33

if it isn't any trouble, i would like to request another camilo hc post with a fem!reader who is just not having a great time during her period? on mine rn and i have always suffered through awfully painful cramps during mine, no idea why :( i have gotten used to them due to my pain tolerance being high enough to continue daily tasks w em but they still hurt like a mf nonetheless aaaa T__T this month seems to be a bad one since the pain was enough to make my knees buckle and had to breathe /really/ lightly while laying down uncomfortably to not trigger more ouchies >n< just need a lil 'milo loving since all this w the additional work i have to force myself to do and just overall uncomfy-ness of it being too warm, too cold, too itchy, too everything just makes me wanna 🤸‍♀️🕳

sorry for the long req huhu T○T take your time w this tho !! totally understand if you're uncomfortable w the req or have not enough time hehe hope you remember to drink some water and to take care babes<33 mwa mwa !!

A/N: Omg ah hello again :3! That must've suck, I'm really sorry D: ! I hope you'll feel better, and I've had some really bad period cramps as well so I feel you HAHAHS /lh

You're officially my favorite anon, you're so cute and nice like !! /lh /hj

But I hope this lightens up your mood, and sorry for the wait !

Warnings/genre: Bad period cramps, blood, headcanons, fem!reader

Camilo x fem!reader with bad period cramps headcanons

• At first he'd notice how much pain you were in, and really started to get worried. He would ask what was wrong, and once you told him you had period cramps, he understood.

• He's never experienced it, considering being male, but whenever his mother or sister were on their period, he was always there to help. So he's basically ready to take care of you.

• He'd make you stay in bed, and will make you tea and bring you something warm and/or damp to put over your stomach !!

• He would also probably make a pillow fort for you, it's so comfortable I swear oh my god

• He'd cuddle with you too if you want! His cuddles are the best!!!

• Would bring you whatever you need and want. If you're craving food, he'd ask Julieta to make it for him.

• Will always crack some jokes and talk to you to distract you from the pain in an attempt.

• Would also whisper sweet things about you, and that the pain will go over soon.

• He'd go to Dolores or Pepa for some advice as well, since it'll be easier.

• If you got any blood stains on your bed sheets or anything, he'd clean it up for you right away, so you don't have to worry!

• Though, he might think it's gross, because it's fkn blood, but gets over it easily thinking it's normal for girls-

• He's really good at comforting verbally !!!

• Just like Mirabel said, he'll never leave until he makes you smile <3

• Even though he never gets to experience it, he knows how painful and annoying period cramps could get, so he tries his best to seize it and help.

• Once he notices you're in your period, he'll switch up immediately to the "sweet, caring, kind, nice boyfriend" mode ( not like he is already or anything )

• He loves you and cares about you a lot, so always keep that in mind :3

#Camilo Madrigal #Encanto Camilo #Encanto disney #disney #x reader #x y/n #y/n #reader insert #Camilo Madrigal x reader #Encanto x reader #headcanon #encanto headcanon #camilo Madrigal headcanon #Fanfiction #encanto fanfiction #Camilo Madrigal fanfiction #fluff

[alyyxisplutoo]

[ The Guzmans ]

Camilo x reader (gender neutral reader)

— With Dolores' and Mariano's wedding just a week away, Dolores tries her best to keep her head in the game and mind void of any possible distractions leading up to her big day; unfortunately for Camilo, that means he has to step aside for a bit. But lucky enough, Mariano has a younger sibling his age— who he realizes is just as hopelessly romantic as their brother.

— ☕ pt. 1 (really long lmao stay safe yall)

Spirits were high in La Casa Madrigal, of course, why wouldn't they be? Mariano had proposed to Dolores mere weeks ago, and already everyone has gotten to planning the wedding day. Pepa has definitely been in a wonderful mood, with the exception of a few gray clouds from time to time— the sky had been an astonishingly bright hue of blue. Camilo would know, for he had been laying in the same spot on the roof for the passed few hours now, staring blankly into the same sky blue abyss.

"Have you decided what veil you'd like to wear yet? The angel-cut would look absolutely maravilloso on you, mi hija. " Camilo can practically hear his mothers smile through her voice, and for a moment he swears the most vibrant rainbow streaks across the great blue; it makes him exhale softly, a smile stretching across his lips.

Dolores giggles, "Not yet, Mama, I do want to help out with the prepping before I get my hopes too high. "

"There's no need for you to worry about that, the whole familia is preparing to make your big day perfect. All I want you to do is relax, take it easy. Y'know, your papá and I married in a hurricane. " Pepa smiles sweetly, holding her daughters hands closer to her chest as she reminisces over one of the most beautiful— and stressful —days of her life.

"Yes, you've only told me a few hundred times. " Dolores laughs, making her mother smile much brighter than before.

"Ay, mi niña hermosa, you've grown so much— so fast. " Pepa's hands frame Dolores' round face, mushing her cheeks together as she admires her beautiful daughter. It felt as if just yesterday had Dolores been born, now she was soon to be wed.

"My beautiful baby girl! " Pepa cries, wrapping her arms so tightly around Dolores, she's almost certain she's going to faint from lack of oxygen. Her hands brace her mother's back, smiling into the hug as Pepa whispers so many proud words to her daughter.

At first, Dolores doesn't mind the hug, that is— until she feels a water droplet fall onto the bridge of her nose. Her eyes open, realizing a rather large cloud had taken form over above her wonderful mother's head. Just then, does Pepa start to weep into the crook of Dolores' neck, wetting her with tears of happiness as her cloud begins to expand.

"Uh, mamá— "

"Just a little longer, mi Cariño. "

"You, you— "

"I love you so, so so much! " Pepa's grip tightens, a physical strength Dolores didn't even know her mother possessed sending a stiffening wave to her spine, an audible pop can be heard and she squeaks— the crack leaving her confused yet relieved.

Nothing leaves her lips for a moment after that, having been left briefly stunned by her mother's brute strength. A slight drizzle, then a slight sprinkle as Pepa continues to cry into her daughters skin.

Suddenly, Félix turns the corner and walks in on the sight. Taking into account the growing cloud over his wife's head, he almost immediately takes action.

"Mi amor! Careful, we don't want Dolores getting sick only a couple of days before her wedding day." Félix peels his wife from his daughter, it takes a moment, considering Pepa had really latched herself onto Dolores. But, as soon as the two are separated, Pepa takes a moment to wipe her tears and clear her cloud before approaching her daughter one last time.

"You make me so proud, mi hija. I'm so happy that my beautiful daughter has decided to marry such an.. uh— " There's a moment of struggle as Pepa tries to pick; or maybe even think of something Mariano has in common with her baby girl, Dolores.

She waits expectantly, excited to hear exactly what her mother thinks of Mariano. Other than a few family dinners and visits to see Dolores, Pepa and Félix can't recall a single conversation they've had with him that didn't somehow involve himself. Not to say he is self absorbed. In fact, he's rather far from it. They knew the night he came over to propose to Isabela that he was definitely the timid type, but wasn't necessarily one to show it.

Maybe it was his bulk, the height and build of the man— but Mariano was definitely a strange fellow as much as he was a hopeless romantic.

Camilo snickers from above, watching as his mother intertwines her finger into her long ginger locks as she attempts to think of a single flattering thing to say about Mariano; that didn't involve his body.

Camilo knows about Mariano as much as Pepa & Félix do; close to almost nothing at all. Although, that doesn't necessarily stop him from jumping down to the railings and climbing his way up to the top floor to do what he does best, charm and entertain (with a hint of distraction this time around.)

"A strong young man! " Camilo finishes for his mother, morphing into the groom to be and flexes his biceps, sending obnoxiously exaggerated air kisses Dolores' way.

She rolls her eyes, her hands finding their way to her hips.

"With such ama~zing hair, " Camilo continues, pulling a hand mirror out of god knows where to brush his (more like Mariano's) hair through with his fingers.

"And his uh— " Camilo pauses, then suddenly whips around behind Dolores. "Amazing dance moves? "

Out of nowhere does he take his sisters hand into his, and spins her around once, twice— maybe five times before stopping her, leaving her dizzy, dazed and the slightest bit irritated. She's close to tripping over herself and face planting into Casita's tiles, until Mariano; the real Mariano comes up from downstairs and catches her in his arms.

"Dolores? Are you alright? " Helping her to her feet, Mariano takes her hand into his and keeps her stable.

"Eh, uh— sí! Just Camilo, doing his thing. " Still appearing as Mariano, Camilo bows to the real Mariano and laughs before shrinking back into himself.

Mariano chuckles, turning away from the shapeshifter and towards Pepa and Félix instead.

"Hm, Mr. and Mrs. Madrigal— "

"Please, Mariano; you do know you can call us by our first names. "

Mariano pauses. "Right. "

"Señora Pepa, Señor Félix; I'm extremely grateful for all the help you've given us over these past few days— grateful for your daughters hand in marriage. I feel like I need to thank you, properly, so please, let me treat you two. " Pepa and Félix stand taken aback for a moment, unsure of what to say since this had definitely come out of nowhere.

"That won't be necessary, Mijo, really— "

"I'd love to. " Camilo buts into the conversation, dramatic and theatrical as if he had just been asked on a date. He snickers under his breath.

Mariano pauses, "Actually, I meant uh— meant your parents. "

"He's just messing with you, amor. " Dolores pats her fiancé's arm, reassuring to him that her little brother was only playing. Which wasn't necessarily true.

Camilo had been looking for a reason to hang out with his sister all week, but despite his efforts; he's already been told countless times to 'step aside' and 'not to cause any more trouble.' To 'go somewhere you're needed.' Dolores has always been soft spoken, so being on the receiving end— or let alone simply witnessing her lose her cool these past few days definitely wasn't pretty.

It's one thing her and Pepa had in common, they both don't stabilize well under anxiety.

As the soon to be married couple and adults talk, Camilo slowly fades away into the background. He didn't want to end up on his sisters bad side again, for about the third time today— regardless of if he was only trying to help out or not. Camilo Madrigal is charming and entertaining— it's two things he's always been good at. All in all, he has been trying to open up some time to get a laugh out of Dolores, but it seems she's too busy to even tell him how he can help out; properly.

He mopes around near the balcony aside from his parents for a while, cheek resting in the palm of his hand as he daydreams about nothing special in particular. The only thing that snaps him from his mind is Dolores, who walks up to him with an apologetic expression on her face.

"Mariano and I are taking Mama and Papa out for a while. I know you've been so bored recently, and I haven't really been the best hermana to you, " There's a brief moment of silence. Camilo doesn't bother to initiate eye contact, because he'd rather fake being angry with her than let her see exactly how he'd been feeling.

Bored, neglected, in the way— a little useless if he was being completely honest with himself.

"Mariano has this little sibling. You've probably met them out in town, Y/n Guzman? If you want something fun to do, maybe try talking to them. " Camilo lifts his head, his eyes flickering to Dolores for just a moment before down to the centre isle of La Casa.

Silence.

Dolores exhales softly, "Think about it, " Oh, he was.

Of course, he wouldn't leave before her because he still wants her to think he's angry with her. A little fairplay payback, if you'd insist. So, as soon as his parents, Dolores and Mariano are out the door, he leaves only seconds later to the Guzman's.

—

Knock knock*

Camilo's knuckles tap lightly on the wooden door of the Guzman's home. He stands outside for a moment, fidgeting with himself as he waits for someone to answer the door.

"Un momento! " An unfamiliar voice says from inside the house, then a rather loud clatter follows suit. An echoey thump* rings for a moment, the string of guitar strings stretching on into the air.

Camilo winces at what sounds like someone falling, "Take your time! " He hollers out, curling his finger into his curls; a habit he picked up from his beloved mother.

Not a minute later does the door knob start to shimmy, and soon someone opens it. Who Camilo expects to be a child behind the thick piece of wood, turns out to be someone who looks to be around his age.

"Ah, Camilo Madrigal, what a surprise. " He's stunned, suddenly at a loss for words. His hand falls from his hair and to his side; eyes wandering from their lidded e/c coloured eyes to the freckles speckled across their nose bridge and cheeks. Camilo takes note of the various beauty marks, but there's one just under their lip he can't seem to take his eyes off of.

Abruptly, he unwillingly snaps himself out of his stunned haze.

"Eh, uh— Y/n Guzman, correcto? " Y/n nods.

"Sí, it's nice to finally meet you, Madrigal. Mariano talks about you quite a bit. "

Camilo quirks an eyebrow, "lo hace? "

"Sí, él lo hace. Mariano tells me about your gift and how much you like to joke around. " Y/n pauses for a moment, reaching behind the door frame and retrieving a guitar, looking rather scratched— and missing a chord.

"I was actually about to head up to La Casa Madrigal. I've seen the family around town, but not everyone gets the chance to talk to them considering how busy they used to be. " Taking a glance at their guitar, Y/n clicks their tongue and takes a few steps back inside their home— they signal for Camilo to follow.

He does so, slowly making his way throughout their home as to admire all the framed photos hung up on the wall, artistic pieces as well. The floor, made up of foundation and acrylic matted white tile. The main area was almost the size of Casita's, vaces filled with all different types of floral, rested upon cabinets and dressers. Curtains draped over the entrance to what Camilo assumed is the kitchen, beautifully woven and coloured a deep velvet red with gold accents. Just a few feet away, a short flight of stairs leaving up to the second floor.

"What brings you to La Casa Guzman, Madrigal? " Y/n jokes, making their way up the stairs as Camilo follows behind, fiddling with his Ruana.

"Dolores sent me. Para ser honesta, I thought she was sending me to babysit. I didn't know Mariano had a sibling my age. " He smirks, entering Y/n's room right behind them and leaning against the nearest thing, their dresser.

"Aw, did I disappoint you? " All very comfortable, Y/n let's a small laugh slip as they fall back onto their bed, resting their instrument on the bed sheets.

Camilo crosses his arms, tilting his head to the side at their lighthearted and comfy persona. Typically, girls Camilo's age would fluster with just a glance, and guys? They'd almost do the same. It was what he was used to. Born a charmer, Camilo could probably walk up to a woman his age on the street and ask her to marry him and they'd say yes.

Camilo snickers, "Not at all. "

Y/n reaches into the drawer on their nightstand, pulling out a box of guitar strings. They nod Camilo over and pat the spot next to them on the bed; he sits, quick to make himself comfortable.

It takes no longer than a minute or so for Y/n to install the new chord onto their guitar, and with a few strums and a little tuning, their guitar was back to (almost) new.

"You play? " Camilo asks, he internally burns himself though. He couldn't have thought of a stupider question to ask, 'of course they play, they wouldn't have a guitar if they didn't.'

Although, it seems to go over Y/n's radar. Obviously, they seem a little more interested in settling their guitar on themselves in a comfortable position rather than nit-picking everything Camilo says.

"Mhm," They pause, turning to Camilo.

"Y'know, " They start, "You strike me as an Jota type of guy, " Their fingers brush along the guitar strings.

"Or maybe not, Jota's a little too formal for you isn't it? Fandango? You seem a bit theatrical. " Camilo's smile falls, and suddenly he's stuck in that daze once again. His eyes watch as Y/n's fingers strum their guitar individually, then all at once, then one after the other. Slow, then vastly paced— then slow again.

"Or maybe Flamenco? Fast, slow, graceful, flamboyant— intimate. " Camilo's face grows hot, unsure if he was simply being read like a book, or being flirted with. Regardless of which, Camilo was enjoying it rather equally.

"That's it, " Y/n smiles smugly, absolute charisma radiating off of them. So much in fact, Camilo wonders if he was charismatic at all compared to them. "Energetic, unpredictable. Beautiful art form, really. " Their fingers start to strum the guitar rather quickly.

'Me or the dance, ' Camilo wondered silently, eyes on Y/n's fingers which slid from string to string, playing chord to chord, their hands working absolute magic on the instrument.

They laugh, "ah, sí! " A few more strums.

"Flamenco suits you quite well, muy romántico. " They laugh, teasingly, and Camilo laughs as well, mirroring Y/n's smile.

Their fingers fall from the chords, ending the song in such a graceful way, Camilo almost feels absolutely strarstruck.

There's a moment of silence, then suddenly, Y/n lifts their guitar from their lap and hands it to Camilo, who at first doesn't take it.

"Qué hay de ti? " Camilo looks up.

"Do you play? "

Camilo shakes his head, "Ah, no. Y'know, I was born an entertainer but never like that. " He chuckles.

"Have you ever tried? " Y/n pushes, placing their guitar in his slim hands. He takes it, hesitantly at first, before resting it over his thigh.

Camilo shakes his head once again, seemingly unable to speak.

"Here, " Y/n starts once more, taking Camilo's hand into theirs gently and placing it correctly over the handle, bending his fingers to the needed positions. But, Camilo can hardly pay attention— all he notices is how soft your hands are, but how tough the tips are as well.

Once they finish correcting his finger placement; Y/n waves him to go on.

"Go ahead, strum. " Camilo looks down at his fingers, his hand resting in a position that couldn't be any more uncomfortable. Hesitantly, he brings his thumb up to the top chord and drags it throughout the rest, the frequency sending a vibration throughout his hands.

The strum sounds perfect, almost. It echoes throughout the bedroom for a moment, then leaves comfy silence in its place once it's gone.

"Perfecto, " Y/n sends Camilo a hand signal, pointer and thumb joining to make a circle.

Camilo smiles, "Perfecto, " He repeats, and just like that, the day takes off without anyone else.

Camilo and Y/n stay in the bedroom for the rest of the day, enjoying each others newly found company. Spending their time getting to know each other, talking about their families— Dolores and Mariano —music, mischief, Camilo's gift. The day passes, flying by in a flash and before they both know it, the sun starts to set beyond the Encanto's horizon.

"Holy crap, you really do look like me. " Y/n stands, taking in the sight of Camilo— or more like another them, in their bedroom.

"Did you have any doubts? " He laughs.

Y/n shakes their head, "Well no, I've seen you do it before. But when it's you, like, you— me, it's a lil' freaky. " They snicker, Camilo flipping back into himself.

"Camilo! Your mother and father want you home before dark. " A voice erupts from downstairs, a voice that Y/n and Camilo almost instantly recognize as Mariano.

"Ah, " Camilo glances towards the bedroom window, realizing time hadn't any intentions of waiting on him as the sun starts to dip in between the distant mountains.

"It's time to head back, Camilo! " Dolores' voice calls from downstairs, suddenly making Camilo panic.

"Ahí voy! " He hollers, gathering himself before making his way towards the door, but before he leaves, he turns back to Y/n. "I'll see you.. tomorrow? "

"Sure, " They nod.

He smiles with contentment, opening the door and stepping out, but not before he can say one last thing.

"Come by Casa Madrigal, and bring your guitar— I'm sure mi Mami would love to hear you play. " Camilo, effortlessly and out of nowhere, sends Y/n a wink and his award winning, charmful smirk.

Y/n smiles back, "Sure thing— "

"CAMILO " Camilo groans, throwing his head back dramatically before turning on his heels of his feet.

"Ay, ahí voy! Can't even say bye to anybody these days. " He makes his way down the stairs, muttering the last part to himself as his voice— to Y/n —fades back down the hallway and out the door.

Y/n snickers to themselves, placing their guitar near their nightstand as they lay back onto their bed, stretching across the bedsheets before placing their arms under their head. They start to daydream; their eyes boring into the ceiling just as much as it bore into them— and just like that, Camilo Madrigal and Y/n Guzman had started a relationship destined to last a lifetime.

Or at least, that's what they hope.

— ☕

(Eyes heavy fingers weak fr)

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His Muse ! ~ Part Two

Pairing : Carlos x fem!reader

Warnings : Foul language, name calling, hatred between Carlos and reader, swearing, annoying, angry words, violence, mentions of blood.

Plot : Carlos has been told by his art teacher that he needs to do a life drawing, meaning he’ll need a muse, a model and who better to ask for help than the girl who hates him more than anybody else in the town of Encanto. Carlos has never cared for his art grades so knowing you’ll say no, he asks you. However, your response surprises him and even makes him grimace slightly. You and Carlos soon have to spend a good few months together, causing the two of you to get closer and causing Carlos to realise that maybe he just doesn’t hate you after all, maybe it was always something else just disguised as hate.

Pronouns used : he/him for Carlos, she/her for reader.

Note : I am not a Spanish native and I don’t know any Spanish, all Spanish nicknames mentioned in this story are translated from google. If anything is wrong PLEASE let me know and I will correct it.

Info : This will be a little miniseries so will have a few parts to it.

Carlos taglist : @tigreost, @try-cry-why-try, @dai-tsukki-desu, @xxhome-is-where-ria-isxx, @cassiopeia-black-brenda, @elegantkidfansoul, @ale-creates-worlds, @eeyahhh, @camilos-mivida, @inky-clover.

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Two weeks. That’s how long you had been Carlos’ muse for his art project, you had spent all fourteen evenings with him and it was beginning to test your patience.

Mirabel had invited you to stay for dinner after one of your early evening sessions, you were sitting around the table with the rest of the family.

“Should you really be eating that?” Carlos snickered from beside you. “I mean, stuffing your face like that is really unattractive, (Name). No wonder you’re single.” He wore a smug smirk as he spoke.

You rolled your eyes, hearing Camilo opposite you telling his mami that his tired body needed more arepas.

Carlos’ words rang in your head as you rose to your feet abruptly, “You can have these arepas, ‘Milo.” You said as you pushed your plate across to him.

“Gracias, mi amiga!” He grinned as he took the plate gratefully.

“Are you okay, mija? Did you not like the food?” Julieta asked you worriedly.

“No mami, the food was great!” You reassured the older woman with a small smile. “I just lost my appetite. Also, I really need to get home, you know what mama and papa are like.” You added as you stared at the older woman.

She nodded in understanding as you hugged Mirabel and Dolores, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow.” You smiled sweetly at them.

“You will!” Mirabel grinned as Dolores simply flashed you a smile.

“Why would they wanna see you? Have you seen your face?” Carlos cocked an eyebrow as he watched you. You rolled your eyes at the boy before walking away.

“CARLOS MADRIGAL, YOU GO AND APOLOGISE TO HER RIGHT NOW!” Julieta snapped.

“But-” He went to protest but his mother gave him a stern look.

“Your tia is right, mijo. You need to apologise to her!” Pepa told him.

“Carlos, now! Before she gets too far away.” Félix said as he pointed to the door.

Carlos rolled his eyes before following you out, you were just heading out onto the front lawn when you heard him calling your name as he jogged after you.

“What do you want, Madrigal?” You asked, spinning on you heel causing you to come face to face with him.

He could see the anger on your face, your nostrils were flaring as you glared at him. “I came out to apologise.” He sounded unbothered.

You cocked an eyebrow, folding your arms over your chest as you stared at him. “Go on then. Apologise.” You spoke.

He rolled his eyes, “I’m ssssss… orry.” He said slowly, as if he didn’t want to say it at all and was being forced to.

You cocked an eyebrow, “Now that didn’t sound sincere.” Your voice was cold, dry.

“I’m sorry… There I said it!” He rolled his eyes as he folded his arms loosely over his chest.

You rolled your eyes, “Whatever, tonto.” You said as you turned on your heel to begin walking away.

“You know, (name). You’re even uglier up close.” He quirked a brow as he watched you.

You span on your heel so fast that you got whiplash, Carlos’ smirk faltered as your fist collided harshly with his face. He head turned to the side as he stumbled backwards, falling on his ass in the process. You glared down at him, “One more quip about my looks and next time I won’t stop at one fucking punch, asshole.” You turned on your heel and walked off down the hill and into the darkness that was now covering the whole of Encanto.

A shocked squeak left Dolores’ mouth, her fork dropping from her hand and clattering with the plate causing the rest of the family to turn in her direction, “Mi hija, is everything okay?” Pepa asked, seeing the worried look on her daughters face.

“She punched him.” She whispered.

Mirabel’s eyes widened, “Is she okay?” She asked her cousin.

“I’m not sure. He called her ugly again, told her she was uglier up close and so she punched him.” Dolores explained causing Pepa to sigh.

Carlos headed back into the room, wiping the blood from his nose as he glanced around at the family, “She’s a little sensitive, isn’t she?” He scoffed, grabbing an arepa from his plate and putting it in his mouth; instantly feeling his nose heal up.

“Why do you have to be an ass to her all the time?” Mirabel snapped at her cousin. His eyes widened at her outburst, she’d never dared speak to him like that before.

“Me?! She punched me and I’m the ass?” Carlos snapped. “I know she’s your friend Mirabel but you seriously need to realise that sometimes she’s in the wrong too!” He was annoyed.

Mirabel rolled her eyes, “I���ve told her plenty of times when she’s in the wrong, but you’re always an ass to her, Carlos! Get your shit together!” She snapped before excusing herself from the table and leaving the kitchen, heading straight up to the nursery.

Carlos watched her go before rolling his eyes, “Seriously, it’s like (name) can do no wrong in her eyes.” He rolled his eyes as he spoke.

“Look, dear hermano, Mirabel loves her best friend. You can’t be upset at her for standing up for (name). They’ve been best friends ever since they were four. And to be absolutely honest, she isn’t the one in the wrong. You were, you should know by now that calling (name) ugly is a low blow considering everything.” Camilo told her twin.

Carlos’ brows furrowed in confusion, “Considering what?!” He asked, unsure of what his brother meant.

“You mean you don’t know the reason why that one insult affects her so much?” Julieta asked, curiosity lacing her voice.

Carlos stared at her, his head shaking as confusion took over his features, “No, I’ve no idea. How do all of you know?” He asked.

“She told us the reason a few years back, it’s affected her ever since.” Camilo told his brother.

This caused Carlos’ brows to knit together even more, confusion still emanating from his features, “She told all of you?” He asked, glancing around at the whole family.

Everybody nodded, including Bruno. This caused Carlos’ brows to furrow even more, how could Bruno know something about you that he didn’t?

“So, what’s the reason?” He asked.

Camilo opened his mouth but Dolores spoke before him, “It isn’t our place to tell you, Carlos. If you want to find more out about (name), you’ll have to ask her yourself.” She said, shooting Camilo down with a simple glare.

His eyes were wide as he nodded, “Our hermana is right, Carlos. She did tell us in confidence.” Camilo spoke as he stared at his twin brother.

Carlos’ eyes narrowed, you trusted his entire family with what seemed to be like a big secret and had even got them not to tell him, their own family member.

You sat at the lake, your knees pulled to your chest as a few tears slipped down your cheeks. It was getting pretty dark but you didn’t care, your knuckles were throbbing, a few speckles of blood appearing on the skin of your knuckles where you had accidentally grazed his teeth when you punched him.

You slowly sunk your hand into the clear, cold, crisp lake. Letting the freezing cold water wash away the small blood speckles. Your hand shook slightly as the cold seeped in but you didn’t care right now, you didn’t care about being cold or shaking or anything right now.

You had punched a Madrigal, you knew that his family were now going to hate you. You daydreamed into the water, letting your tears slip from your cheeks and drop into the crystal clear lake.

You kept your mouth blocked so that Dolores wouldn’t hear you sob, you didn’t want her to know what was happening with you.

Your eyes flickered open, the sun was beaming down onto your skin as you glanced around, shielding your eyes from the sun; noticing that your knuckles had been patched up and had a bandage wrapped around them, and quickly realising you were no longer at the lake.

You sat up quickly, “Morning!” Someone said cheerfully but quietly. Your vision shifted slightly, finally clearing as the outline of the intruder became clearer.

“Dolores?” You questioned, blinking back the purple clouds that formed in your vision as you stared at the older girl.

“I’m sorry. I found you sleeping at the lake last night and didn’t know where else to take you.” She spoke sweetly, handing you a plate of huevos pericos which you took appreciatively.

You smiled at the older girl, “Thank you.” You mumbled.

She eyed you slightly as you ate. “I left a clean dress for you on the dresser over there, just change and come down when you’re ready.” She told you as she stood up.

You nodded at her, “You really didn’t need to do all of this, Dolores.” You let her know, gesturing to the food and your knuckles.

She stopped at the door, glancing over her shoulder to stare back at you, “You’re my friend, (name). Yes, I did.” She replied as she twisted the doorknob, her features being graced with a sweet smile as she glanced back at you one more time before scurrying out of the door.

You watched her go before finishing your breakfast and beginning to change into the warm coloured dress that she had left out for you; it was a mix of red and yellow as it was one of Dolores’.

You left her bedroom after fixing your hair, the empty plate in your hand as you made your way to the kitchen. You walked in, only to see Carlos in there, alone.

You were about to turn on your heel and walk away but he turned around before you could, you took a deep breath and headed towards the sink and began washing your plate. Carlos leant back against the counter, his arms folded loosely over his chest as he eyed you. “That was a great right hook you gave me last night.” He finally spoke up as you began to dry the now clean plate.

“Thanks.” You shrugged.

“What? Not even an apology?” He asked.

“You don’t deserve one.” You said, putting the towel down and placing the plate back in the cupboard before folding your arms over your chest.

He rolled his eyes, “Whatever. Where’d you learn to fight so well?” He questioned you.

“I have an uncle who runs a self defence class. My father enrolled me as one of his first students when I was six, I did it for ten years before I graduated top of the class a week ago.” You explained, shrugging your shoulders slightly.

Carlos’ eyes widened but you’d already turned to walk away so you didn’t see that happen, “Oh, and Carlos?” You began, glancing over your shoulder.

His name rolled off your tongue beautifully, like it belonged to you, like only you should ever be allowed to say his na-

No Carlos! Stop thinking like that! He shook off his thoughts, turning to you and quirking up his eyebrow, his scowl still present on his features as he waited for you to continue. “What?” He snarled.

You glanced over your shoulder at him, staring him in the eyes before opening your mouth, “Please, never make me punch you again.” Your face was soft but your tone was… Well, it was a tone you’d never used with him before.

Wait, were you pleading with him?

He watched you, you didn’t wait for his reply, instead choosing to leave the kitchen and heading off towards the front door where Mirabel was waiting so that the pair of you could hang out.

You linked arms with Mirabel, a soft smile gracing your features. Carlos leant against the kitchen doorframe, watching you. Seeing the smile, the smile that had never once been aimed towards him but always seemed to be present on your features around Mirabel and Dolores… And a lot of other family members of his, too. Mirabel had said something causing you to throw your head back laughing.

God, you had such an angelic laugh. Why had he never noticed that before? It was almost like music to his ears. No! Carlos, stop! You hate her, she hates you! Knock it off!

He quickly shook of his thoughts, making them disappear as quickly as they’d popped up before pushing his body off of the doorframe and leaving the casita to start his daily annoyances for the day whilst muttering to himself and hoping Dolores wouldn’t hear.

“¡¿Qué demonios es lo que me pasa?!”

(Translation: “what the hell is wrong with me?!”)

~ Hey, hi, hello! So, as I said in a previous post, I was getting super distracted by YouTube whilst writing this so if it isn’t the greatest then that’s why! 😅 However, I really hope it was up to scratch and that y’all enjoyed reading it! As always; stay hydrated, make sure you’ve eaten today, remember you’re loved more than you’ll ever know and stay safe, lovelies! Mwah! 💖

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What I want from the Encanto TV series season 1 (because I have chosen to live in a pretty world where this is a thing).

The major through line of the season is Mariano’s dawning realization of just how over his head he is with the family Madrigal. Like, he comes over for a nice chat with Dolores, and suddenly he’s enveloped by a pile of friendly animals trying to eat his hair while his prospective mother-in-law screams at her hail cloud.

This, of course, climaxes at the end of the season with some beautiful flashbacks about the Félix/Pepa and Agustín/Juilieta romances from the guys’ perspectives as they try to reassure him he’ll survive. (maybe)

Bruno and Camilo bounding. Seriously, they’re the only magic guys in the entire family of matriarches and matriarches in training, not counting the toddler. They deserve the report. (and I joke about my baby Antonio, he wiggles his way into bonding time too)

More flashbacks about the triplets being young adults!! Let’s see the stories of this generation!!

Isabella has decided to take up painting. And is horrible at it. She’s aghast; her flower sculptures were great, she doesn’t understand why it doesn’t transfer. Dolores eventually suggests she try talking things over with Mirabel, who’s the other visually creative person in the family. Isabella has - a familiar response. (we get some insight into how Isabella though Mirabel “had it easy,” being free of expectations and allowed to express herself and just be “the baby of the family”)

Meanwhile, poor Mirabel is reenacting the ending of the opening song, trying to hide from the villagers who have decided she’s Abuela 2.0 and now going to her with all their problems. Mirabel ends up bonding with Isabella about being the focus of the villagers’ attention, and encourages Isabella to go abstract.

Luisa and Abulea respectively having quiet breakdowns being encouraged to “step back” and “take it easy,” both strong women wanting to do so but completely lacking the knowledge of satisfying-to-them relaxation.

I swear I had more ep ideas, but can I remember them? Ah, well, suggest your own!

Descriptions of tortures directed towards Mariano and his attackable nose also welcomed! 😊

#encanto #can we have the writers #of #ducktales 2017 #on this? #it’ll be beautiful #i know

[tsrookie]

Always In My Heart

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Alyssa Brooks)

A/N: On today’s episode of ‘I have no idea wtf I’m doing’, we have something that I cooked up because I had terrible WiFi and no other app but Google docs would open up.

Trope: Fluff, but a tiny bit of angst?

Rating: General

Word Count: 2.3K

Warning(s): Mentions of character death

Summary: Their son has a very important question to ask.

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The delicious aroma of chicken and rice wafted through the Brooks-Ramsey household. The couple worked side by side in the kitchen as they had all those years ago, the only difference being that it was now a dinner for five and not just two.

Allison Dolores Brooks-Ramsey came into their lives nine years ago, and while it was earlier than they would have wanted, they didn’t regret a second of their lives ever since they first heard her voice.

The twins on the other hand, were planned, but nothing had prepared them for the chaos that Nathan and Natalie would bring. A new broken object every week, a dozen fights for the TV every day, and yet were nothing short of tiny tornadoes when they joined forces.

It couldn’t be more perfect.

“What time did Jackie and Emilia say that they would bring the girls back?”

“6:30, I think.”

“Ah. So we have time till 7:00.” They shared a knowing smile. Two aunts taking their nine and six year old nieces to the mall meant a complete raid of the toy store, and a new guitar.

“You need to stop letting everyone spoil the girls just because you have a soft spot for them, Ethan. Ally’s grown old enough to understand that she has her daddy wrapped around her finger, and we don’t need Nat coming to that realisation as well.”

“I don’t- I can’t believe you would accuse me of not loving all my children equally!”, he exclaimed in mock offense.

“Mhmm. So why did I have to come up with an explanation to tell Nathan why his dad wasn’t on board with ordering dessert when he asked for it, but relented once his sisters kept bugging him for another five minutes?”

He opened his mouth in protest, but decided against saying anything for his own good. “Well what can I say? They’ve inherited their mother’s persuasiveness. And I can’t really say no to you, can I?”

Alyssa’s lips curved upwards at that. The playful look in her husband’s eyes caused her to finally break into a grin. “At least you’re self-aware.” Stuffing the rice into the bird she added, “But I can’t exactly tell our son that his dad is too in-love with his mom that he sees her in his daughters and hence can’t say no to them. He’d gag in disgust.”

He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, resting his head in the crook of her neck. “That he would. Alright I’ll try a little harder to resist their charms. Wouldn’t want my only son to end up hating me.” He said it without a hint of worry over it becoming true someday. Over the years, he’d learned to put aside his fears of not being a good father, and with the help of some therapy, and Alyssa’s unwavering love and support, he’d locked up his insecurities in a box and let it sink to the bottom of the ocean.

They took the stuffed chicken and put it in the oven, washed their hands and plopped down on the couch for some rare downtime.

“Crap.”

“Everything okay?”

“Fred’s mom got called in, so she’s dropping Nate off on her way to work.”

Ethan sighed. “There goes the hour I planned to spend with my wife, who I barely get to spend enough time with these days.”

“I swear, you were never this busy when you were chief. I have no idea why my workload’s ten times bigger.”

“I do.” Ethan smiled with pride. “One usually does have a lot of work when they’re at the front lines of the battle for making free healthcare accessible for every single person in the country. My brilliant wife, though she could choose to leave most of the work to her very competent team, opts to take it all upon herself. So that’s probably the cause behind all the extra workload she complains about.”

She smirked and perched herself onto his lap. “Well your very brilliant wife also knows that you called my team very competent just to avoid hurting my feelings, and that you and I both know that they’ll be running around like headless chickens without me taking care of things.”

“I know, love. But you can still make them do a little more instead of working yourself to the bone while still making sure that you have at least one meal with the kids every day.”

She sighed. “Yeah, to make sure that they don’t forget what I look like.” She leaned in closer. “Besides, are we really going to spend our last few minutes of peace talking about work?”

Just as she uttered the words, the door burst open, and Nathan kicked off his shoes and jumped onto the couch as Alyssa slid down from Ethan’s lap. She shot him a look that very clearly meant What did I just say?

Ethan gave her an apologetic look and ruffled his son’s hair. “Hey buddy. How was your day at Fred’s? I know you wanted to spend more time with him.”

“I did, and we were just about to open his new LEGO set when Mrs. Watson told us that she had to run up to her office for some emergency meeting.”, he pouted. “But it was a nice day. We watched Thor: Ragnarok and Luca, and we would’ve watched another movie if his dad didn’t tell us that two movies were enough for a day.”

Alyssa shot him a mildly stern look. “Well he was right. You’re too young to have movie marathons just yet. Two are more than enough, unless you want to have a headache.”

“But mom, I’m not too young! I’m a big boy! I can swing along the monkey bars at the park faster than Natalie, and soon I’ll swing across buildings just like Spider-Man!”

“Well Spider-Man got bitten by a yucky spider before he swung across buildings. Do you want to be bitten by a gross and poisonous spider?”

“Mommy, not all spiders are gross and poisonous. Dad told me that when I was four and got scared of them at the zoo.”

She rolled her eyes. Leave it to her husband to convince her kids that insects were anything short of creepy and disgusting. In reality, they were, but as someone who ran a mile away at the sight of a butterfly, she wasn’t going to accept that.

“That’s right, Nate. Some of them are certainly very poisonous and dangerous, but that doesn’t mean that you should be scared of them. If you maintain your distance and admire them from afar, there should be no problem at all.”, he said with a pointed look at Alyssa, who just huffed in annoyance.

Nathan giggled, his brown eyes lighting up with amusement. He loved watching his parents playfully bicker. It was way better than seeing them- ugh, kiss.

“We were pretending to be superheroes and Fred used his full name for his pretend name cause it sounded cool, and it is. Fredrick Anthony Watson sounds like something from that show you and mom watch with the guys in the stuffy suits.”

“When did you see us watching the show with the guys in the stuffy suits?”, asked Ethan with a slight hint of concern. Whatever he and Alyssa watched on their free nights was definitely not kid-friendly.

“I don’t remember. Maybe a few months ago.”

Their year old puppy, Ivy, woke up from her nap and bounced into the living room to jump onto her favourite person. Nathan squealed with joy as the fluffy hair of the dog tickled his nose.

Ethan and Alyssa smiled at each other. Getting another dog after Jenner was a decision that took a lot of convincing, but their kids were responsible enough and it was impossible to say no after two years of constant pestering.

“Fred told me that he was named after his great-grandfather William, and that he was this really cool guy who saved a bunch of guys from getting mugged in a dark, dark alley.” He turned to look at his parents as Ivy snuggled into his lap. “Who was I named after mom?”

The question caught her off guard, and she glanced at Ethan for backup.

When they knew that they were having a boy, they immediately knew what to name him. They hadn't, however, anticipated Nathan Daniel Brooks-Ramsey to ask such a question this soon.

Seeing his wife at a loss for words, Ethan spoke up. “C’mere Nate.” He pulled him closer and pressed a kiss atop his head. “We once had a friend named Daniel. He worked at the hospital as a nurse, and he was close to your mom and Aunt Sienna when they were interns.”

Having found her voice, Alyssa joined in. “He was an amazing friend. He was the only nurse in the hospital who helped me out when things got messy, and cheered up Aunt Sienna when no one else could. He’d join us for picnics and movie nights, and you could always count on him if you needed something at the hospital.” She took a deep breath, and Ethan nodded. “Things were going well, but then in my second year, something really bad happened.”

“Oh no.”

“There was this bad guy, who wanted his revenge on another bad guy, and he was ready to risk his own life, and the lives of everyone around him to do so.”

“That’s horrible! Who would want to do something like that?”

Ethan smiled wistfully. “A lot of people in this world actually do. You’re a good person, so you know that it’s wrong. But some people aren’t, and they don’t care about other people getting hurt because of their actions. That night at the hospital, Danny tried to tell the bad guy that it was wrong, and to think things through. But he didn’t listen, and did something that hurt both himself, Danny, Uncle Raf, another friend of ours, and your mom.”

His little eyebrows creased with worry, Nathan asked, “What happened then?”

“He… he died. Along with our other friend, Bobby. Do you remember what we once told you about an autopsy?” Nathan nodded his head. “Well Danny asked for his body to be autopsied, and thanks to him, we were able to find out what was wrong with mom and Uncle Raf.”

He fell silent for a moment, remembering the horrors of the day, and how eternally grateful he was to Danny for being the reason he didn’t lose everything. He couldn’t imagine a life without the love of his life and his children, and he wouldn’t have either if not for the sacrifices that were made.

He looked up at Alyssa, and she squeezed his hand in support. “We’ll tell you more when you’re older, but to make it short, you’re named after a hero too. If it weren’t for him, I wouldn’t have you, your sisters, or mom here with me.”

Nathan wriggled out of his dad’s arms, and set Ivy down so he could hug his mom as tightly as he could.

“Well… if you can hear me Mr. Daniel, I just wanna thank you. Thanks for saving my mom. I love her so much and I’m so thankful that I got to meet her because of what you did. I wish I could’ve met you, you sound like a really cool person, and I’m sure you were. So yeah, thanks. A lot.”

Alyssa’s eyes glimmered with unshed tears, and she held her son as she expressed her silent thanks along with Ethan.

What they had was precious.

Fifteen years had passed since they first met, and yet each day they fell in love a little more like they did when they held hands for the first time in the dim light of the NICU watching over little Ethan, or when she finally got to see the real him the first time she visited his place; the first time in years he let someone know a little of the worries residing deep in his heart.

With all the odds against them, it was a miracle that they survived, even more so that they managed to raise three perfect children who had more love to share than they could ever comprehend.

And they’d never forget all the reasons that made it possible for them to survive.

Ding!

The timer on the oven went off, and they got to their feet to get the chicken.

“Was he a good cook dad?”

“I… don’t really know, Nate. Your mom knew him better than I did.”

“Well there was this one time where he helped Aunt Sienna bake an amazing cake, so I guess he knew his way around the kitchen.”, Alyssa recollected fondly. It was for Jackie’s birthday, one of the few nights where the competition was completely forgotten about.

Nathan’s face melted into a glowing smile. “I love cake. So I guess I really would’ve loved him.”

She mirrored his radiant expression. “You definitely would’ve.”

“Why don’t you go play with Ivy while mom and I get the food ready? You can help us with the dessert later.”

“We’re having dessert?!”

Ethan grinned at his son’s excitement. “You bet we are.”

“Yay!” They watched as Nathan ran off to go play fetch with Ivy in their enormous backyard.

Ethan pulled Alyssa in for a sweet, lingering kiss as soon as he was out of sight.

“You’ve been wanting to do that for a while now hmm?”

“Something like that.”, he murmured as they broke apart.

She could see the ever-increasing strands of silver in his brown hair, and the faint wrinkles along the sides of his forehead, but his clear blue eyes were just as loving and devoted as she remembered from over a decade ago.

“We have a pretty good life, don’t we?”

Ethan kissed her again. “No, we have the perfect life.”

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A/N 2: Aaaand I’m going MIA again. Honestly though, to everyone who’s read so far, thank you so much for sticking around. Means the world💙

P.S: I finally chose Chyler Leigh as my face claim!

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[dragonmartellstark]

AU Targaryen: Best destinations for the children of Jaehaerys I & Alysanne (2/13)

Daenerys I (53 a. C.-125 a. C.) Queen of Seven Kingdoms

Daenerys Targaryen was the second daughter of Kings Jaehaerys I and Alysanne Targaryen. She was considered the closest to her mother with whom she spent her afternoons playing, studying and walking around the Red Keep. The princess had a good relationship with her older brother, Aegon and with her younger brothers who little by little came to the world.

In 59 a. C., she spread a disease known as chills rapidly affecting all of Westeros. The princess contracted that disease being a real pain for her and for her parents who feared for her possible death. King Jaehaerys looked for all the ways to make his daughter feel better, but he quickly demanded a dragon egg for his daughter, this one being as white as porcelain with a light blue beta in the center. Daenerys slept as she could day and night with that egg & it is known that her health improved little by little as the days passed by being almost a miracle due to the high mortality rate that was due to the plague.

Shortly after her egg was delivered to him, the White dragon was born, a creature with white scales and melon eyes. After her birth, little Daenerys began to recover even though her parents decided not to let her leave her rooms for fear of collapse. By the end of 60 a. C., the princess had already left her chambers showing herself as the happy, energetic and mischievous girl that she used to be.

After the plague ceased, the kings formalized the engagement between Daenerys and her older brother, Aegon in 62 a. C. Daenerys and her brother had a good relationship and it was thought that they could be similar to the same parents as hers. Three years later, the wedding of the princes took place, which made Daenerys the princess of Dragonstone and future queen of the Seven Kingdoms.

In 67 a. C., Daenerys rode her White dragon for the first time from the Capital to the Valley of Arryn with her mother Queen Alysanne & since then the princess developed a passion for flying.

After a couple of years of marriage, Aegon and Daenerys became parents in 71 a. C., of a girl, Alysanne who would be Lady of Brightwater Keep. The birth of her daughter was a great joy and she is described as a loving & caring mother. Two years later her second daughter was born, Daena, who would be her favorite and her husband's, even though this pregnancy disappointed many courtiers who were waiting for the arrival of a boy.

In 74 a. C., the expected son of her, Aegon, was born, but he died after two months being a painful death for Daenerys who spent three days mourning the death of her little one.

Two years after the death of her little Aegon of hers, a Maerys girl was born who would become Lady of Rock Casterly, but this birth was disappointing to the court. It took Daenerys two years to get pregnant again and this time she had a child, Aenar, who seemed to be in good health, this birth being very celebrated by all.

The couple's life changed suddenly when in 81 a. C., her little girl Daena died of tuberculosis shortly after having delivered her dragon egg. The death of the princess destroyed her entire family, especially her parents who did not get the idea of ​​having lost her little girl. This event distanced the princes, but they quickly sought to reconcile and continue living a normal life, being born in 84 a. C., a boy named Daeron who would be Counselor of the Currency.

After a trip to Dorne to visit her little sister Saera, together with her parents they decided to commit the young Maerys to Lord Tymond Lannister, achieving alliances with the West after various tensions between the two Houses. A year later Daenerys gives birth to her last daughter, Shaera, who would marry Lord Arryn, son of Rodrik Arryn.

Her life remained quiet for ten years until 100 a. C., her mother Alysanne passed away, her death being very painful for her children and Westeros, but her father was broken when her great love died. Daenerys became the most important woman in the Capital and both she and her husband were in charge of the regency of the kingdom as her father was very ill and even hurt by the death of her wife.

Three years later her father died and the princes were crowned a few months after the death of her father. The couple was applauded and praised by the people who expected a lot from the children of the Conciliator and La Kindness. Daenerys was involved in the care of her children forever, but she also focused on her personal relationships and foreign politics. The queen founded a small women's association called "women's convent" where a group of noble or low-status women met in the queen's rooms dressed in some white garment to talk about all kinds of topics, especially intrigues & political problems. happening in the Seven Kingdoms.

In 108 a. C., was born his grandson, Aenys Targaryen, son of his heir Aenar Targaryen. This birth made the kings who had the succession assured very happy, but it is known that this tense closure added to the relations between Daenerys & Aegon with her daughter-in-law Jocasta Lannister who had a great desire for power. Four years after she passed away, her son, Aenar, supposedly from puerperal fever, and her death completely destroyed her, she had lost her "little dragon" and would never see him again.

The death of her son frightened her husband because if he died suddenly and her grandson was still a child, his mother could take the regency for her and it could be chaos. Aegon II in the end made the decision to declare his own wife as his heir, making him swear that when Prince Aenys reached the age of majority, she would retire from the throne & Daenerys accepted.

The next five years of her husband's reign were uneventful and Daenerys continued to meet with different women to be able to talk to what she was called "Politics" because of her great knowledge and the passion with which she had them. In 118 a. C., Aegon II passed away at the age of 65 and this death also hurt Daenerys since they had always been together through thick and thin. Following the funeral of her husband, Daenerys was crowned Daenerys I Targaryen, being the first queen regent in history.

After being crowned, one of her first decisions was to take her grandson away from her mother, Jocasta, and she was exiled shortly after her when she tried to kidnap her own son to force her mother-in-law. from her to leave the crown. Despite this great matter, Daenerys' reign was calm and without so many problems in between, focusing on acts of charity, giving Westeros a cultural growth and also focusing on caring for her grandson whom she loved as if he were her own. own son.

In 125 a. C., Daenerys I began to present various health problems having to stay in bed during the last days of her. In her agony, she was accompanied by Prince Aenys, whom she came to call by the name of her son, Aenar, thinking that he was reunited with her little one. After three months of illness, the queen she died that same year of heart problems at the age of 72, being cremated and her ashes were buried next to those of her husband.

Long before her death, she dictated a will where she declared Aenys, who was only 16 years old, to be of legal age and to marry her cousin, Saera Targaryen, who was the second daughter of Prince Valerion. In the end his conditions were approved and Aenys was crowned as Aenys II Targaryen, in addition to marrying her cousin who gave him five children including Daenerys who was named in honor of the queen.

Daenerys I (53 d. C.-125 d. C.) Reina de los Siete Reinos

Daenerys Targaryen era la segunda hija de los reyes Jaehaerys I y Alysanne Targaryen. Era considerada la mas cercana a su madre con la cual pasaba sus tardes jugando, estudiando y paseando por la Fortaleza Roja. La princesa tenia una buena relación con su hermano mayor, Aegon y con sus hermanos menores que poco a poco llegaban al mundo.

En 59 d. C., se propago una enfermedad conocida como escalofríos afectando rápidamente a todo Poniente. La princesa contrajo aquella enfermedad siendo un verdadero dolor para ella y para sus padres que temían por su posible muerte. El rey Jaehaerys busco todas las formas de hacer sentir mejor a su hija, pero rápidamente exigió un huevo de dragón para su hija siendo este uno tan blanco como la porcelana con una beta de color celeste en el centro. Daenerys dormía como podía día y noche con aquel huevo & se sabe que su salud mejoro poco a poco mientras los días pasaban siendo casi un milagro debido a la alta taza de mortalidad que había por la peste.

Al poco de serle entregado su huevo de este nació el dragón Blanca, una criatura con escamas blancas y ojos melón. Tras este nacimiento la pequeña Daenerys empezó a recuperarse aun que sus padres decidieron no dejarla salir de sus habitaciones por miedo a un colapso. Para finales del 60 d. C., la princesa ya había salido de sus aposentos mostrándose como la niña alegre, energética y traviesa que solía ser.

Tras cesar la peste, los reyes oficializaron el compromiso entre Daenerys y su hermano mayor, Aegon en 62 d. C.. Daenerys y su hermano tenían una buena relación y se llego a pensar que ellos podrían ser parecido a sus mismos padres. Tres años después se celebro la boda de los príncipes lo que convirtió a Daenerys en princesa de Rocadragón y futura reina de los Siete Reinos.

En 67 d. C., Daenerys monto por primera vez a su dragón Blanca desde la Capital hasta el Valle de Arryn junto a su madre la reina Alysanne & desde entonces la princesa desarrollo una pasión a volar.

Después de un par de años de matrimonio, Aegon y Daenerys se convirtieron en padres en 71 d. C., de una niña, Alysanne la cual sería Señora de Aguasclaras. El nacimiento de su hija fue una gran alegría y se le describe como una madre amorosa & atenta. Dos años después nació su segunda hija, Daena la cual sería su favorita y la de su marido, aun que si bien este embarazo decepciono a muchos cortesanos que esperaban la llegada de un varón.

En 74 d. C., nació el esperado hijo, Aegon, pero este falleció a los dos meses siendo una muerte dolorosa para Daenerys que paso tres días llorando la muerte de su pequeño.

Dos años después de la muerte de su pequeño Aegon, nació una niña Maerys que sería Señora de Roca Casterly, pero este nacimiento fue decepcionante para la corte. Daenerys tardo dos años en volverse a quedar embarazada y esta vez tuvo un niño, Aenar que parecía tener buena salud siendo este nacimiento muy celebrado por todos.

La vida de la pareja cambio repentinamente cuando en 81 d. C., falleció su pequeña Daena de tuberculosis poco después de haberle entregado su huevo de dragón. La muerte de la princesa destrozo a toda su familia en especial a sus padres que no se hacían la idea de haber perdido a su pequeña. Este suceso distancio a los príncipes, pero rápidamente buscaron reconciliarse y seguir viviendo una vida normal naciendo en 84 d. C., un niño que se llamo Daeron que sería Consejero de la Moneda.

Tras un viaje a Dorne a visitar a su hermana pequeña Saera, junto a sus padres decidieron comprometer a la joven Maerys con Lord Tymond Lannister logrando alianzas con el Occidente después de diversas tensiones entre ambas Casas. Un años después Daenerys da a luz a su ultima hija, Shaera la cual se casaría con Lord Arryn, hijo de Rodrik Arryn.

Su vida siguió siendo tranquila por diez años hasta que en 100 d. C., falleció su madre Alysanne siendo su muerte muy dolorosa para sus hijos y Poniente, pero su padre quedo roto al morir su gran amor. Daenerys se convirtió en la mujer mas importante de la Capital y tanto ella como su marido se encargaron de la regencia del reino al estar su padre muy enfermo y aun dolido por la muerte de su esposa.

Tres años después falleció su padre y los príncipes fueron coronados unos meses después de la muerte de su padre. La pareja fue aplaudida y elogiada por el pueblo que esperaban mucho de los hijos del Conciliador y la Bondadosa. Daenerys se involucro en el cuidado de sus hijos desde siempre, pero también se centro en sus relaciones personales y en la politica exterior. La reina fundo una pequeña asociación de mujeres llamada “convento de mujer” donde un grupo de mujeres nobles o de bajo estatus se reunían en las habitaciones de la reina vestidas con alguna prenda blanca para hablar de todo tipo de temas en especial intrigas & problemas políticos que sucedían en los Siete Reinos.

En 108 d. C., nació su nieto, Aenys Targaryen, hijo de su heredero Aenar Targaryen. Este nacimiento alegro mucho a los reyes que tenían la sucesión asegurada, pero se sabe que este acotecimiento tenso mas las relaciones entre Daenerys & Aegon con su nuera Jocasta Lannister que tenia un gran deseo de poder. Cuatro años después falleció su hijo, Aenar supuestamente de fiebres puerperales y su muerte la destrozo por completo, había perdido a su “pequeño dragón” y no volvería a verle. 

La muerte de su hijo atemorizo a su marido debido a que si el fallecía repentinamente y su nieto aun era un niño, la madre de este podría tomar la regencia para ella y podría ser un caos. Aegon II al final tomo la decisión de declarar como su heredera a su propia esposa haciéndole jurar que cuando el príncipe Aenys cumpliera la mayoría de edad, ella se retiraría del trono & Daenerys acepto.

Los siguientes cinco años del reinado de su marido fueron tranquilos y Daenerys siguió reuniéndose con diferentes mujeres para poder conversar a lo que fue llamada “La politica” por sus grandes conocimientos y la pasión con la que los contaba.  En 118 d. C., Aegon II falleció a los 65 años por vejez y esta muerte también le dolió a Daenerys ya que ellos siempre habían estado juntos en las buenas & en las malas. Tras el funeral de su marido, Daenerys fue coronada como Daenerys I Targaryen siendo la primera reina regente de la historia.

Tras ser coronada, una de sus primeras decisiones fue alejar a su nieto de su madre, Jocasta y esta fue exiliada poco después cuando trato de secuestrar a su propio hijo para obligar a su suegra a dejar la corona.  Pesé a este gran asunto, el reinado de Daenerys fue tranquilo y sin tantos problemas de por medio centrándose en los actos de caridad, en dar un crecimiento cultural a Poniente y también se centro en el cuidado de su nieto al que amaba como si fuera su propio hijo.

En 125 d. C., Daenerys I empezo a presentar diversos problemas de salud teniendo que permanecer en cama durante sus últimos días. En su agonía fue acompañada por el príncipe Aenys al cual llego a llamar por el nombre de su hijo, Aenar pensando que se reencontro con su pequeño. Tras tres meses de enfermedad, la reina falleció ese miso año de problemas del corazón a los 72 años de edad siendo incinerada y sus cenizas fueron enterradas al lado de las de su esposo. 

Mucho antes de su muerte dicto un testamento donde declaraba a Aenys de solo 16 años como mayor de edad y que se casase con su prima, Saera Targaryen que era la segunda hija del príncipe Valerion. Al final sus condiciones fueron aprobadas y Aenys fue coronado como Aenys II Targaryen, además de casarse con su prima la cual le dio cinco hijos entre ellos Daenerys la cual fue nombrada en honor a la reina.

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Written In The Stars CXXXVI (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I hope you’re ready to feel things -Danny

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Chapter Thirty-Four: Common Ground.

The pain was so unbearable that she couldn't see, her veins were bursting, suddenly it was all darkness.

She knew the pain didn't belong in her body, and with one last effort, she pushed. Mel didn't know when she'd fallen to the ground, but when she opened her eyes they landed on Harry's, and she knew what she had to do, but he had to agree. However, Harry was currently not in charge of his body.

"Kill me now, Dumbledore..." The boy spoke, the voice that came out didn't belong to him. "If death is nothing, Dumbledore, kill the boy..."

"No," Mel breathed, fighting to ground herself, the pain was slowly vanishing, but she didn't know if it was because of her doings, or something far worse. "Harry, please..."

She felt him slipping away... then, just as she was losing hope, something tugged at the back of her mind. 

Harry. 

She thought of the day she'd gazed into his eyes wanting to give him the world, that day she had no idea of what that meant. Now she knew, but she didn't want to give it up anymore. Mel was making the biggest sacrifice she could think of: She would give up Harry and continue the fight. Somehow, she felt Harry making the same vow to her. 

Voices echoed around the hall but Harry kept his eyes on her, she knew he couldn't possibly be seeing her since his glasses had fallen out of his face, but he was looking directly into her eyes as if he knew exactly where to find her soul.

The boy reached out to grab his glasses and carefully put them on, Dumbledore kneeled between them.

"Are you all right?"

"Yes," Harry let his head fall with a soft thud, his eyes going back to her face. "Yeah, I'm — where's Voldemort, where — who are all these — what's —"

Dumbledore helped them up, Mel was too tired to question anything.

"He was there! I saw him, Mr Fudge, I swear, it was You-Know-Who, he grabbed a woman and Disapparated!"

"I know, Williamson, I know, I saw him too! Merlin's beard — here — here! — in the Ministry of Magic! — great heavens above — it doesn't seem possible — my word — how can this be?"

"If you proceed downstairs into the Department of Mysteries, Cornelius," said Dumbledore, catching everyone's attention. "You will find several escaped Death Eaters contained in the Death Chamber, bound by an Anti-Disapparation Jinx and awaiting your decision as to what to do with them."

"Dumbledore!" Fudge panted. "You — here — I — I — Seize him!"

"Wouldn't do that if I were you —" Mel stepped forward but she stumbled, Harry held her back gently.

"Cornelius, I am ready to fight your men — and win again! But a few minutes ago you saw proof, with your own eyes, that I have been telling you the truth for a year. Lord Voldemort has returned, you have been chasing the wrong men for twelve months, and it is time you listened to sense!"

"I — don't — well — Very well — Dawlish! Williamson! Go down to the Department of Mysteries and see... Dumbledore, you — you will need to tell me exactly — the Fountain of Magical Brethren — what happened?"

"We can discuss that after I have sent Harry and Mel back to Hogwarts," said Dumbledore.

"Harry — Harry Potter?" Fudge turned and stared at them, "Mel Dumbledore? He-here? Why — what's all this about?"

"I shall explain everything when they're back at school."

He walked away from the pool to the place where the golden wizard's head lay on the floor. He pointed his wand at it and muttered, "Portus." The head glowed blue and trembled noisily against the wooden floor for a few seconds, then became still once more.

"Now see here, Dumbledore! You haven't got authorization for that Portkey! You can't do things like that right in front of the Minister of Magic, you — you —"

Dumbledore turned to look at him as if he were tired to listen to his voice.

"You will give the order to remove Dolores Umbridge from Hogwarts. You will tell your Aurors to stop searching for my Care of Magical Creatures teacher so that he can return to work. I will give you... half an hour of my time tonight, in which I think we shall be more than able to cover the important points of what has happened here. After that, I shall need to return to my school. If you need more help from me you are, of course, more than welcome to contact me at Hogwarts. Letters addressed to the headmaster will find me."

"I — you —"

"Take this Portkey."

Harry and Mel placed their hands on it, none of them uttered a word.

"I shall see you in half an hour. One... two... three..."

Dawn was approaching, which explained why she was so exhausted. Her hand was hurting and the cut next to her eye was swollen and pulsating. Still, none of that could compare to her grief.

So many things had happened that she didn't know what to address first. Her feet took her to the nearest chair and she slumped down, Harry paced around behind her and Mel curled up in her chair quietly, leaning her head on the armrest. She accidentally pressed a bump on her head she hadn't noticed before, they both hissed. Harry approached slowly, as if trying not to scare her away, but then someone else spoke.

"Ah... Harry Potter and Mel Dumbledore..."

Mel looked over Harry's shoulder to stare at Phineas' portrait.

"And what brings you here in the early hours of the morning? This office is supposed to be barred to all but the rightful headmaster. Or has Dumbledore sent you here? Oh, don't tell me... Another message for my worthless great-great-grandson?"

Mel gulped, though her mouth was dry. She watched Harry turn and move to the entrance but it was useless, they were locked in.

"I hope this means, that Dumbledore will soon be back with us?" asked another portrait.

Mel nodded, the boy tried to discretely shove against the door with his back facing it. It was clear he didn't want to spend another second there, she couldn't blame him, a lot had happened.

"Oh, good. It has been very dull without him, very dull indeed. I suppose you're happy, Miss?" The man added. "You'll have your lessons again, I daresay you were remarkable last time. Dumbledore thinks very highly of you two, as I am sure you know. Oh yes. Holds you in great esteem..."

Whatever good thoughts Dumbledore had about them surely they were all gone by now. She opened her mouth to say something, anything, but she closed it again and cleared her throat to relieve the pressure. The fireplace burst into green flames, and Dumbledore stepped into the room.

"Thank you," Dumbledore walked directly to the perch and seated Fawkes in it. "Well... you will be pleased to hear that none of your fellow students are going to suffer lasting damage from the night's events."

She fixed her eyes on the desk, ashamed and defeated, Harry was extremely quiet.

"Madam Pomfrey is patching everybody up now. You did a good job with Flint's injuries, Mel. I expect only the faintest mark to remain, which I'm sure he'll appreciate. Nymphadora Tonks may need to spend a little time in St. Mungo's, but it seems that she will make a full recovery..." He examined both teenagers and let out a short sigh. "I know how you are feeling."

"No, you don't," said Harry roughly.

"You see, Dumbledore? Never try to understand the students. They hate it. They would much rather be tragically misunderstood, wallow in self-pity, stew in their own —"

"That's enough, Phineas."

"Does my mother know?" Mel asked before her voice could vanish.

"Lupin decided to be the one to break the news for her," Dumbledore's voice sounded deep and tired. "You see, it was me who told her about Matthew the first time, and she didn't take it well. Lupin thinks that it might be better if he's the one to let her know this time —"

"He wanted to be there for the baby," Mel interrupted. "He was ready..."

"I know," Dumbledore replied. "He'll be there... There is no shame in what you are feeling. On the contrary... the fact that you can feel pain like this is your greatest strength."

"Our greatest strength, is it?" Harry scoffed. "You haven't got a clue... You don't know..."

"What don't I know?"

"I don't want to talk about how I feel, all right?"

"Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is part of being human —"

"THEN — I — DON'T — WANT — TO — BE — HUMAN!"

Harry grabbed one of the instruments Dumbledore used to practice during their lessons and threw it against a wall. Several portraits shouted. Mel, who at this point was used to his tantrums –though this was definitely the wildest so far– merely flinched, keeping her gaze on the desk.

"I DON'T CARE! I'VE HAD ENOUGH, I'VE SEEN ENOUGH, I WANT OUT, I WANT IT TO END, I DON'T CARE ANYMORE —"

She didn't need any kind of connection to be able to know how he was feeling. She was tired, angry at her own shortcomings, she wanted to be able to burst into flames like Fawkes so she could start over.

"You do care. You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it."

"I — DON'T!"

"Oh yes, you do. You have now lost your mother, your father, and the closest thing to a parent you have ever known. You think it's your fault Mel lost her chance to have a family, you think Emily will hate you. Of course you care."

Mel lifted her legs and hugged them tightly, hiding her face between her knees but still unable to cry. It was such a strange feeling, to be drowning in pain and yet having no way to get rid of the pressure.

"YOU DON'T KNOW HOW I FEEL! YOU — STANDING THERE — YOU —" There was a moment of silence in which Harry rushed back to the door and fought to open it. "Let me out."

"No."

"...Let me out."

"No."

"If you don't — if you keep me in here — if you don't let me —"

"By all means continue destroying my possessions. I daresay I have too many."

Dumbledore stood and moments later a hand squeezed her shoulder lightly. She didn't look up, but through the gap between her knees, she could see his figure sitting on the edge of the desk.

"Let me out," Harry insisted.

"Not until I have had my say."

"Do you — do you think I want to — do you think I give a — I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU'VE GOT TO SAY! I don't want to hear anything you've got to say!"

"You will. Because you are not nearly as angry with me as you ought to be. If you are to attack me, as I know you are close to doing, I would like to have thoroughly earned it."

"No one's going to attack you," Mel replied.

"Maybe not," Dumbledore responded, "but if it does happen, I must ask you to stay out of it, Mel."

"What are you talking — ?" Harry started.

"It is my fault that Sirius died. Or I should say almost entirely my fault — I will not be so arrogant as to claim responsibility for the whole. Sirius was a brave, clever, and energetic man, and such men are not usually content to sit at home in hiding while they believe others to be in danger. More so when he had a family that needed protection. 

Nevertheless, you should never have believed for an instant that there was any necessity for you to go to the Department of Mysteries tonight. If I had been open with you, Harry, as I should have been, you would have known a long time ago that Voldemort might try and lure you to the Department of Mysteries, and you would never have been tricked into going there tonight. And Sirius would not have had to come after you. That blame lies with me, and with me alone. Please sit down."

Harry sat on the chair next to her.

"Am I to understand," said Phineas, "that my great-great-grandson — the last of the Blacks — is dead?"

"Yes, Phineas," said Dumbledore. "But I'm afraid you're wrong about one thing: The last Black remains. Sirius' son was born two days ago."

"With that Sultens, no less! And now he died? I don't believe it..." said Phineas, and she heard him leave.

"I owe you an explanation. An explanation of an old man's mistakes. For I see now that what I have done, and not done, with regard to you, and the instructions I gave Mel, bear all the hallmarks of the failings of age. Youth cannot know how age thinks and feels. But old men are guilty if they forget what it was to be young... and I seem to have forgotten lately."

Her legs gently slipped from the chair, her eyes tentatively rose to find Dumbledore's.

"I guessed, fifteen years ago, when I saw the scar upon your forehead, what it might mean. I guessed that it might be the sign of a connection forged between you and Voldemort. And when Mel and I talked during her second year, I knew about your connection."

"You've told us this before, Professor," said Harry impatiently.

"Yes. Yes, but you see — it is necessary to start with your scar. For it became apparent, shortly after you rejoined the magical world, that I was correct, and that your scar was giving you warnings when Voldemort was close to you, or else feeling powerful emotion."

"I know."

Dumbledore explained that when Harry was able to see Mr Weasley's attack,  Voldemort realized he could use this connection to his advantage. Reason why Dumbledore asked Snape to teach Harry Occlumency. 

He confessed that he'd decided to stay away from Harry in an attempt to keep Voldemort from spying through Harry's eyes. He made sure Voldemort wouldn't be able to use Mel's friendship with Harry by teaching her how to close her mind and handle her emotions. 

This explained why Harry had been so angry whenever he was near Dumbledore those times before, he was possessed to an extent, and she could only be thankful to whatever it was that had kept Voldemort from using the boy to hurt others.

Mel felt ashamed. All those times in which she let her childish behaviour get in the way, choosing to turn a blind eye on Harry's problems, it was her fault, not Dumbledore's. 

"But I didn't practice, I didn't bother, I could've stopped myself having those dreams," Harry said desperately. "Hermione kept telling me to do it, Mel tried to teach me, if I had he'd never have been able to show me where to go, and — Sirius wouldn't — Sirius wouldn't —"

"I never really tried," Mel said bitterly. "I was so happy with my normal life that I never worried about the responsibilities I was ignoring. I never thought Voldemort would try to... It seems so obvious now, I was so foolish..."

"We tried to check he'd really taken Sirius," Harry told Dumbledore, trying to explain why they'd acted the way they did. "We went to Umbridge's office, I spoke to Kreacher in the fire, and he said Sirius wasn't there, he said he'd gone!"

"Kreacher lied. You are not his master, he could lie to you without even needing to punish himself. Kreacher intended you to go to the Ministry of Magic."

"He — he sent me on purpose?"

"Oh yes. Kreacher, I am afraid, has been serving more than one master for months."

"How? He hasn't been out of Grimmauld Place for years."

"Kreacher seized his opportunity shortly before Christmas, when Sirius, apparently, shouted at him to 'get out.' He took Sirius at his word and interpreted this as an order to leave the house. He went to the only Black family member for whom he had any respect left... Black's cousin Narcissa, sister of Bellatrix and wife of Lucius Malfoy."

"How do you know all this?"

"Kreacher told me last night..."

Snape did try to contact Sirius after Harry's warning. He'd discovered he was alive and well, taking care of Emily and his son. However, when none of them returned from their walk into the forbidden forest he realized something had gone wrong. He alerted the order, and by doing so, he alerted Dumbledore as well. 

"He was laughing?" Harry asked in outrage.

"Oh yes. You see, Kreacher was not able to betray us totally. He is not Secret-Keeper for the Order, he could not give the Malfoys our whereabouts or tell them any of the Order's confidential plans that he had been forbidden to reveal. He was bound by the enchantments of his kind, which is to say that he could not disobey a direct order from his master, Sirius. But he gave Narcissa information of the sort that is very valuable to Voldemort, yet must have seemed much too trivial for Sirius to think of banning him from repeating it."

"Like what?"

"Like the fact that the person Sirius cared most about in the world was you and the Sultens. Like the fact that you were coming to regard Sirius as a mixture of father and brother. That he was expecting a child... Voldemort knew already, of course, that Sirius was in the Order, that you knew where he was — but Kreacher's information made him realize that the one person whom you would go to any lengths to rescue was Sirius Black. Both of you."

"So... when I asked Kreacher if Sirius was there last night..."

She could not phantom how any creature could be that cruel, but alas, Voldemort was real and alive, and he'd been doing horrible things to many good people. 

"My god," Mel breathed. "How did we mess up like this..."

"And Kreacher told you all this... and laughed?" Harry repeated. "And... and Hermione kept telling us to be nice to him —"

"She was quite right, Harry. I warned Sirius when we adopted twelve Grimmauld Place as our headquarters that Kreacher must be treated with kindness and respect. I also told him that Kreacher could be dangerous to us. I do not think that Sirius took me very seriously, or that he ever saw Kreacher as a being with feelings as acute as a humans —"

"Don't you blame — don't you — talk — about Sirius like — Kreacher's a lying — foul — he deserved ���"

"Kreacher is what he has been made by wizards, Harry. Yes, he is to be pitied. His existence has been as miserable as your friend Dobby's. He was forced to do Sirius's bidding because Sirius was the last of the family to which he was enslaved, but he felt no true loyalty to him. And whatever Kreacher's faults, it must be admitted that Sirius did nothing to make Kreacher's lot easier —"

"DON'T TALK ABOUT SIRIUS LIKE THAT!"

Harry leapt to his feet and Mel made an attempt to stand up as well, the man sat her back down gently.

"Don't," He said. "I won't let you attack each other like you've been doing this whole year."

"What about Snape?" Harry said harshly. "You're not talking about him, are you? When I told him Voldemort had Sirius he just sneered at me as usual —"

"Harry, you know that Professor Snape had no choice but to pretend not to take you seriously in front of Dolores Umbridge, but as I have explained, he informed the Order as soon as possible about what you had said. It was he who deduced where you had gone when you did not return from the forest. It was he too who gave Professor Umbridge fake Veritaserum when she was attempting to force you and Mel to tell of Sirius's whereabouts..."

"Snape — Snape g-goaded Sirius about staying in the house — he made out Sirius was a coward —"

"Sirius was much too old and clever to have allowed such feeble taunts to hurt him."

"Snape stopped giving me Occlumency lessons! He threw me out of his office!"

"I am aware of it. I have already said that it was a mistake for me not to teach you myself, though I was sure, at the time, that nothing could have been more dangerous than to open your mind even further to Voldemort while in my presence —"

"Snape made it worse, my scar always hurt worse after lessons with him — How do you know he wasn't trying to soften me up for Voldemort, make it easier for him to get inside my —"

"I trust Severus Snape. But I forgot — another old man's mistake — that some wounds run too deep for the healing. I thought Professor Snape could overcome his feelings about your father — I was wrong."

"But that's okay, is it? It's okay for Snape to hate my dad, but it's not okay for Sirius to hate Kreacher?"

"Sirius did not hate Kreacher. He regarded him as a servant unworthy of much interest or notice. Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike... The fountain we destroyed tonight told a lie. We wizards have mistreated and abused our fellows for too long, and we are now reaping our reward."

"SO SIRIUS DESERVED WHAT HE GOT, DID HE?"

"You're not listening," Mel growled, Dumbledore's hand tightened its grip on her shoulder.

"I did not say that, nor will you ever hear me say it. Sirius was not a cruel man, he was kind to house-elves in general. He had no love for Kreacher because Kreacher was a living reminder of the home Sirius had hated."

"Yeah, he did hate it!" Harry walked away. "You made him stay shut up in that house and he hated it, that's why he wanted to get out last night —"

"I was trying to keep Sirius alive, but I dismissed exactly how much he wanted to do the same with you."

"People don't like being locked up! You did it to me all last summer —"

Dumbledore sighed and hid his face behind both hands. For a moment, Mel stupidly thought he'd burst into tears, however, he emerged with resolution.

"It is time for me to tell you what I should have told you five years ago, Harry. And I guess that, in a way, in concerns you too, Mel. Please sit down. I am going to tell you everything. I ask only a little patience. You will have your chance to rage at me — to do whatever you like — when I have finished. I will not stop you."

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ASOIAF - Food symbolism: apples and Jon “You have to choose.”

Inspired by this amazing post by @thoughtsandgrumbles I felt compelled to look at apples a little. 

Apples are a deeply symbolic fruit on a good day, but I’m not going to go too deeply into the general use, because who has time for that? I’m looking at the text itself. This post will be all about apples in Jon’s chapters, once I get the preliminary rambles out of the way.

Warning: LONG. Many quotes.

Just a few things: 

Popularly associated with temptation and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil in the garden of eden, the realization of being nekkid, the Expulsion of Adam and Eve from paradise as a result. (That would botanically not have been an apple, though.)

The apple “to the fairest” handed out by Eris, godess of discord, for Paris to choose among the three godesses Hera, Athena and Aphrodite, ultimately leading to the Trojan War, which GRRM heavily draws from.

Snow White and the poison apple

Sansa is the name of a variety of apple that was developed in the 1970s, an early ripening mix of Gala and Akane.

Just by the general use, we get a theme of choice and destruction. Also Sansa is an apple. But - spoiler alert - that is NOT very central in Jon’s chapters. YET.

Also, some boring numbers, because this is not as easy a fruit as the persimmon to parse for the sheer amount of them:

Apples in general have 155 mentions in all searchable publications, 135 in the novels directly, 22 in Jon chapters. Only 9 of all the novel-mentions concern House Fossoway, 11 in the other literature. 

Top chapter uses: 

AFFC, Prologue - 14: Oldtown, Quill and Tankard inn backyard. Alleras shoots them with bow and arrow while the acolyte nerd squad discusses Dany and her dragon rumors. "Where's Rosey? Our rightful queen deserves another round of cider, wouldn't you say?" The apples are withered and wormy, the cider is fearsomely strong. Pate agonizes over his betrayal and theft for his creepy, obsessive love. His choice is “love”. Then he is killed. Complex.

ADWD, Jon V - 11: Jon passes out food and asks the wildlings at Mole’s Town to choose if they want to fight for the NW or not. Apples and onions, you have to choose. The apples are withered.

ADWD, Davos II - 7: Getting information about Manderly from an apple seller in White Harbor. Bad apple, good information. Theme in WH: who are you truly loyal to? The apple is dry and mealy, “bad”. Apples and onions, again.

ASOS, Bran III - 5, and ASOS, Jon V - 3: (8 combined) Rotten apples carpet the ground near an abandoned Queenscrown inn. They provide the background for Jon’s break with the Wildling Undercover Operation and flight back to the Watch. Theme: the abandonment of the Gift, the decline of the Watch, the Dream of Spring and Jon really doesn’t even really pretend to want a future with Ygritte. He chooses. The apples are rotten. 

POV uses: Jon 22, Arya 18, Prologue AFFC 14, Sansa 13, Davos 8, Jaime 8, Bran 8, Tyrion 8, Brienne 6, Catelyn 6, Dany 5, Eddard 5, Cersei 3, Theon 3, Samwell 2 JonCon 1, Asha 1, Quentyn 1, Arianne 1, Areo Hotah 1, Prologue ADWD: 1.

Jon is not only the single top POV character to feature the apple, he also has two of the top-use chapters that give the apple significance in setting the background. The apple is very closely tied to Jon. 

A short note on the  red apple Fossoways (Cider Hall) and the green apple Fossoways (New Barrel): 

The branches split at the trial of seven at the Tourney at Ashford (of the Ashford Theory), where the red apple fought for the bad guys (Aerion Targaryen) and the green apple for Ser Duncan the Tall.

Both had the red apple of the Fossoways painted on their shields, but the younger man's was soon hacked and chipped to pieces. "Here's an apple that's not ripe yet," the older said as he slammed the other's helm. (…)

"Ser Raymun, if you please." He cantered up, a grim smile lighting his face beneath his plumed helm. "My pardons, ser. I needed to make a small change to my sigil, lest I be mistaken for my dishonorable cousin." He showed them all his shield. The polished golden field remained the same, and the Fossoway apple, but this apple was green instead of red. "I fear I am still not ripe . . . but better green than wormy, eh?" 

(The Hedge Knight)

Again with the split of loyalty, with the following your moral code, with the choices. 

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So how do apples feature for Jon himself?

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Apples are connected to Jon’s struggle of loyalty to the Night’s Watch, and with his inner struggle in general. Every time they show up, he is confronted with a choice of who to stay loyal to, what values to follow. 

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First apple: AGOT, Jon IX. 

Jon’s final chapter in the book. Big Drama!

Jon eats a brown, withered apple when he tries to flee the NW the first time. He is heading South because his father has been killed and he wants to join Robb. He is plagued by self-doubt and fear. Then he takes a break to eat. 

In his saddlebag, he found a biscuit, a piece of cheese, and a small withered brown apple. (...) He kept the apple for last. It had gone a little soft, but the flesh was still tart and juicy. He was down to the core when he heard the sounds: horses, and from the north.

Straight after, he is caught and prodded back in an incredibly moving, nonviolent confrontation by his new Brothers reciting the NW vows. 

"… and all the nights to come," finished Pyp. He reached over for Jon's reins. "So here are your choices. Kill me, or come back with me."

Jon lifted his sword … and lowered it, helpless. "Damn you," he said. "Damn you all." 

In his mind, Jon is determined to try and escape again, but the next day, Mormont lets him know they knew what happened. 

Jon’s throat was dry. “You know?” “Know,” the raven echoed from Mormont’s shoulder. “Know.” The Old Bear snorted. “Do you think they chose me Lord Commander of the Night’s Watch because I’m dumb as a stump, Snow? Aemon told me you’d go. I told him you’d be back. I know my men … and my boys too. Honor set you on the kingsroad … and honor brought you back.” “My friends brought me back,” Jon said. “Did I say it was your honor?” Mormont inspected his plate.

Jon thinks he’ll be executed. Instead, he will be taken along to the great ranging beyond the Wall. 

“So I will have an answer from you, Lord Snow, and I will have it now. Are you a brother of the Night’s Watch … or only a bastard boy who wants to play at war?” Jon Snow straightened himself and took a long deep breath. Forgive me, Father. Robb, Arya, Bran … forgive me, I cannot help you. He has the truth of it. This is my place. “I am … yours, my lord. Your man. I swear it. I will not run again.” The Old Bear snorted. “Good. Now go put on your sword.”

Apple = choice. The choice is the Watch. Because the war against the Others is more important. 

Apple Quality: Brown and whithered. But still tart and juicy.

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Second apple: ACOK, Jon I

A former green apple (the valiantly knightly Fossoway kind) is to be dispatched from the Wall to garner support from a Baratheon king... 

"Renly is not like to heed a quaking fat boy. I'll send Ser Arnell. He's a deal steadier, and his mother was one of the green-apple Fossoways."

"If it please my lord, what would you have of King Renly?"

The conversation turns toward maester Aemon, his repeated refusal to become king and the incredibly foreshadowy information about the ending of the dragon line. 

It made him feel odd. “My lord, why have you told me this, about Maester Aemon?” “Must I have a reason?” Mormont shifted in his seat, frowning. “Your brother Robb has been crowned King in the North. You and Aemon have that in common. A king for a brother.” “And this too,” said Jon. “A vow.” (…)

Jon drew himself up, taut as a bowstring. “And if it did trouble me, what might I do, bastard as I am?” “What will you do?” Mormont asked. “Bastard as you are?” “Be troubled,” said Jon, “and keep my vows.”

Apple = choice. The choice is the Watch. The bigger picture is more important.

Apple Quality: green and unripe. (But honorable.)

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Third apple: ACOK, Jon VII

Jon and the Qhorin Halfhand crew are on the losing side of a game of cat and mouse with the warg-powered wildlings. Squire Dalbridge is about to sacrifice his life by going to shoot the Wildlings that are stalking them. 

The squire bowed his head. "Leave me as many arrows as you can spare, brothers." He stroked his longbow. "And see my garron has an apple when you're home. He's earned it, poor beastie."

He's staying to die, Jon realized.  

And that’s almost right at the end of the chapter. This is the only apple chapter where Jon is NOT immediately confronted with a moral dilemma of loyalty or the making of choices. And Dalbridge’s self-sacrifice, his off-page death, all of that means it’s a more long-term projection of the dilemma. 

The next, final chapter, Jon and Qhorin Halfhand are captured and he is compelled to kill Qhorin to prove himself a turncloak to the Wildlings, in order to start his Undercover Operation. 

The flames were burning low by then, the warmth fading. “The fire will soon go out,” Qhorin said, “but if the Wall should ever fall, all the fires will go out.” There was nothing Jon could say to that. He nodded. “We may escape them yet,” the ranger said. “Or not.” “I’m not afraid to die.” It was only half a lie. “It may not be so easy as that, Jon.” He did not understand. “What do you mean?” 

(…)

Rattleshirt’s bone armor clattered loudly as he laughed. “Then kill the Halfhand, bastard.” “As if he could,” said Qhorin. “Turn, Snow, and die.” And then Qhorin’s sword was coming at him and somehow Longclaw leapt upward to block. The force of impact almost knocked the bastard blade from Jon’s hand, and sent him staggering backward. You must not balk, whatever is asked of you. 

(…)

He knew, he thought numbly. He knew what they would ask of me. He thought of Samwell Tarly then, of Grenn and Dolorous Edd, of Pyp and Toad back at Castle Black. Had he lost them all, as he had lost Bran and Rickon and Robb? Who was he now? What was he?

“Get him up.” Rough hands dragged him to his feet. Jon did not resist. “Do you have a name?” Ygritte answered for him. “His name is Jon Snow. He is Eddard Stark’s blood, of Winterfell.”

(ACOK, Jon VIII)

Ouch. From this point on, Jon will have to make his own choices, no longer guided by other people’s rules, other people’s honor. The choices will be harder, lonelier. They will be contradictory, they will involve even more tangible loss. They will involve dishonor. The reward is as distant as home. Sacrifice. Death.

But one day, the poor beastie will get an apple, he will have earned it. 

Apple = choice. The choice is the Watch. The bigger picture.

Apple quality: unknown. 

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Fourth apple: ASOS, Jon I

As inconspicuously as above, the apple features in a memory of home, featuring not-yet-deserter Mance Rayder at Winterfell, meeting Robb and Jon up to shennanigans:

“I remember,” said Jon with a startled laugh. A young black brother on the wallwalk, yes … “You swore not to tell.”

"And kept my vow. That one, at least."

"We dumped the snow on Fat Tom. He was Father's slowest guardsman." Tom had chased them around the yard afterward, until all three were red as autumn apples. "But you said you saw me twice. When was the other time?"

"When King Robert came to Winterfell to make your father Hand," the King-beyond-the-Wall said lightly. (ASOS, Jon I)

A neat connection between desertion, vow-keeping and the events that led Jon to take his own path to the Wall. Before Meeting Mance, Ygritte has been praising the values of being “free” like the good Little Wildling Propagandist that she is. But Jon isn’t biting yet.

The following conversation gives the backstory of Mance Rayder’s desertion from the Wall. It was over a cloak, mended by a Wildling woman who tended to him while he was injured.

“And she sewed up the rents in my cloak as well, with some scarlet silk from Asshai that her grandmother had pulled from the wreck of a cog washed up on the Frozen Shore. It was the greatest treasure she had, and her gift to me.” He swept the cloak back over his shoulders. “But at the Shadow Tower, I was given a new wool cloak from stores, black and black, and trimmed with black, to go with my black breeches and black boots, my black doublet and black mail. The new cloak had no frays nor rips nor tears … and most of all, no red. The men of the Night’s Watch dressed in black, Ser Denys Mallister reminded me sternly, as if I had forgotten. My old cloak was fit for burning now, he said. “I left the next morning … for a place where a kiss was not a crime, and a man could wear any cloak he chose.” He closed the clasp and sat back down again. “And you, Jon Snow?”

Jon uses Mance’s story of visiting Winterfell to spin his own lie:

“And did you see where I was seated, Mance?” He leaned forward. “Did you see where they put the bastard?” Mance Rayder looked at Jon’s face for a long moment. “I think we had best find you a new cloak,” the king said, holding out his hand. 

What will the bastard do? Be troubled and keep his vows. So far, so true. But he did kill Qhorin Halfhand, he is pretending to be a deserter. Lines are a lot more blurry than they used to be.

Apple = choice. The choice is… the Night’s Watch. Shifting more and more toward simply the bigger picture. 

Apple quality: red autumn apple. 

Red silk patches. Conflicting values. Women. There is uncertainty on the horizon. 

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Fifth apple. ASOS Jon V.  BIG apple chapter.

His final confrontation as an Undercover Wildling.

This confrontation takes place at the abandoned tower and village of Queenscrown, which gets a closer description in the accompanying Bran chapter: 

No one had lived in the village for long years, Bran could see. All the houses were falling down. Even the inn. It had never been much of an inn, to look at it, but now all that remained was a stone chimney and two cracked walls, set amongst a dozen apple trees. One was growing up through the common room, where a layer of wet brown leaves and rotting apples carpeted the floor. The air was thick with the smell of them, a cloying cidery scent that was almost overwhelming. Meera stabbed a few apples with her frog spear, trying to find some still good enough to eat, but they were all too brown and wormy. 

(ASOS, Bran III)

The abandonment of Brandon’s Gift is a subject of conflict between Jon and Ygritte. A carpet of rotting apples. It opens the very next Jon chapter, as they are on the way to Queenscrown. Ygritte mocks the farmers who left the Gift as fools. Jon doesn’t take the bait yet. He briefly indulges in a fantasy of introducing Ygritte to Winterfell before being overcome with guilt and shame again. Ygritte is super great at reading his mood: 

“Might be after we could come back here, and live in that tower,” she said. “Would you want that, Jon Snow? After?”

He doesn’t think about it, doesn’t answer for a while, it rather reminds him of Ned’s Dream of Spring, the plan to resettle the Gift. The Starks and the Watch. 

If winter had come and gone more quickly and spring had followed in its turn, I might have been chosen to hold one of these towers in my father’s name. Lord Eddard was dead, however, his brother Benjen lost; the shield they dreamt together would never be forged. “This land belongs to the Watch,” Jon said. Her nostrils flared. “No one lives here.”

Jon isn’t even tempted. Like, no, Jon, Bambi, you did not love this person, no matter what your telling yourself later. He doesn’t even really contemplate it. 

Instead of bonding them closer together, Ygritte’s invitation to make long-term plans has the opposite effect. It fans the flames of what divides them. They argue about raiding and rape. Ygritte spouts nonsense.

“You know nothing, Jon Snow. Daughters are taken, not wives. You’re the ones who steal. You took the whole world, and built the Wall t’ keep the free folk out.”

Ygritte, no, that is not why the Wall was built. You think they built a gargantuan magic ice structure to keep out Styr, Magnar of Thenn, or what? Really? Jon is also sceptical of this version of history:

“Did we?” Sometimes Jon forgot how wild she was, and then she would remind him. “How did that happen?”

"The gods made the earth for all men t' share. Only when the kings come with their crowns and steel swords, they claimed it was all theirs. My trees, they said, you can't eat them apples. My stream, you can't fish here. My wood, you're not t' hunt. My earth, my water, my castle, my daughter, keep your hands away or I'll chop 'em off, but maybe if you kneel t' me I'll let you have a sniff. You call us thieves, but at least a thief has t' be brave and clever and quick. A kneeler only has t' kneel." 

Ygritte is basically a bland political extremist. I could sympathize with her criticism of feudal culture if it didn’t come hand in hand with her passionate defense of violent theft and rape culture. Like, you paragon of intelligence, not everyone resides at the fair top of the food chain like you do in your peak fitness status within your warrior culture. But of course, rape is fun! Just bring a knife!

"Harma and the Bag of Bones don't come raiding for fish and apples. They steal swords and axes. Spices, silks, and furs. They grab every coin and ring and jeweled cup they can find, casks of wine in summer and casks of beef in winter, and they take women in any season and carry them off beyond the Wall."

Apples in a breath with women. People should not be “stolen”. But Ygritte thinks men who successfully abduct and rape women are sexy. She’s like Dany that way. There are some cultural divides that cannot be pretended away, and their entire conversation circles around it. Jon is plagued by terrible guilt, he tries to warn Ygritte that their plan is doomed, she (rightfully) suspects his loyalty to the Wildlings and Jon believes himself in love but he never wavers in his actual allegiance to the NW.

She grinned at that, showing Jon the crooked teeth that he had somehow come to love. Wildling to the bone, he thought again, with a sick sad feeling in the pit of his stomach. He flexed the fingers of his sword hand, and wondered what Ygritte would do if she knew his heart. Would she betray him if he sat her down and told her that he was still Ned Stark’s son and a man of the Night’s Watch? He hoped not, but he dare not take that risk.

GRRM is going out of his way to undermine the supposed romance by constantly referring to the conflict between them and the apples-of-choice are just all over. 

Anyway, Jon is thoroughly eaten by guilt over having to betray these human beings who are a vicious and brutal threat to the place and people he loves and swore to protect. His true identity is hinted at:

Jon wondered where Ghost was now. Had he gone to Castle Black, or was he was running with some wolfpack in the woods? He had no sense of the direwolf, not even in his dreams. It made him feel as if part of himself had been cut off. Even with Ygritte sleeping beside him, he felt alone. He did not want to die alone.

Ghost. Not Ygritte. Not the wildlings. Not the Watch, even. Ghost. Wolf.  

They arrive at the Queenscrown inn and an old man is captured.

Jon walked away. A rotten apple squished beneath his heel. Styr will kill him. The Magnar had said as much at Greyguard; any kneelers they met were to be put to death at once, to make certain they could not raise the alarm. Ride with them, eat with them, fight with them. Did that mean he must stand mute and helpless while they slit an old man's throat?  

The apples are rotten. Jon spends one last moment with Ygritte contemplating Queenscrown and then the “kill the old man” business starts. He struggles but ultimately refuses. Bran’s wolf Summer disrupts the tension with a bloody attack and Jon doesn’t hesitate to Escape. Like when they met, Jon didn’t slit Ygritte’s throat, but she slit the old man’s. He will not shoot arrows at her, but she did at him. Love. 

Thunder rumbled softly in the distance, but above him the clouds were breaking up. Jon searched the sky until he found the Ice Dragon, then turned the mare north for the Wall and Castle Black. The throb of pain in his thigh muscle made him wince as he put his heels into the old man’s horse. I am going home, he told himself. But if that was true, why did he feel so hollow?

Apple = choice. The choice is… NOT Ygritte. NOT the Wildlings. Time and again. But it also isn’t the Watch. Not as it had been before. Jon followed his instincts, his inner values, but it had a cost, it is hard. Jon is lost.

Apple Quality: rotten. 

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Sixth apple: ASOS, Jon VII  

The Battle at Castle Black They await the attack, Jon and Satin share a meal. And they get a nod to Renly’s peach quote:

"Eat," Jon told him. "There's no knowing when you'll have another chance." He took two buns himself. The nuts were pine nuts, and besides the raisins there were bits of dried apple.  (ASOS, Jon VII)

Compare to Renly, which also took place before a nightly sneak attack. 

"A man should never refuse to taste a peach," Renly said as he tossed the stone away. "He may never get the chance again. Life is short, Stannis. Remember what the Starks say. Winter is coming." He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. (ACOK, Catelyn III)

Peaches have an air of incest and hedonism about them, nostalgia and summer, Baratheons and Arya and Asha. The apple is different. It’s about choice, about conflicted loyalty and personal values, about identity and the bigger picture. (And again and again, they connect to women.)

Jon commands part of the fight, it’s grim. He recognizes some of the wildlings as they pepper them with arrows but cannot shoot at who he thinks is Ygritte. Wildlings die, his brothers die. The battle is brutal, Jon’s POV is distant. Satin remains by his side all throughout, grounding him. Jon remembers advice from Theon, from Ned. They eventually beat the wildling attackers with a horrifying fire trap on the stairs, they win. Immediately after, Jon goes looking for Ygritte, Satin still by his side.

The ice crystals had settled over her face, and in the moonlight it looked as though she wore a glittering silver mask. The arrow was black, Jon saw, but it was fletched with white duck feathers. Not mine, he told himself, not one of mine. But he felt as if it were.

We get a Dany-Val nod… 

The light of the half-moon turned Val's honey-blond hair a pale silver and left her cheeks as white as snow. She took a deep breath. "The air tastes sweet."

"My tongue is too numb to tell. All I can taste is cold." (ADWD, Jon VIII)

...and a lovely double-layered “not mine, not one of mine”. Not his arrows, but he feels guilty. She is not his pack, but he feels guilty.

She just smiled at that. “D’you remember that cave? We should have stayed in that cave. I told you so.” “We’ll go back to the cave,” he said. “You’re not going to die, Ygritte. You’re not.” “Oh.” Ygritte cupped his cheek with her hand. “You know nothing, Jon Snow,” she sighed, dying.

Jon struggles to let go of the fantasy. He is loyal to the cause of the Watch, if not the letter of the vows, but he knows now that his souls want more. He indulges Ygritte’s fantasy of returning because it’s the only thing he has, the only thing he can offer. 

Apple = choice. The choice is… the Watch. But painfully. Numbly. No passion. Duty. 

Apple quality: dried. 

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Seventh apple: ASOS, Jon X 

Tormund’s daughter Munda.

After vicious attacking Janos Slynt for insulting Ned Stark during a hiostile interrogation in the previous chapter, Jon is sent to kill Mance Rayder under the pretense of parley to prove his loyalty. He is resigned and shame-filled, contemplating his future, where he will be remembered in honorless infamy.  Much bitterness, plenty of woe. His reception by Tormund is surprisingly jovial. They drink mead to honor their fallen Donal Noye and Ygritte, with surprisingly little bitterness. It helps Jon return some of his cheer.

"You bloody crows." Tormund's tone was gruff, yet strangely gentle. "That Longspear stole me daughter. Munda, me little autumn apple. Took her right out o' my tent with all four o' her brothers about.” Toregg slept through it, the great lout, and Torwynd … well, Torwynd the Tame, that says all that needs saying, don’t it? The young ones gave the lad a fight, though.”

“And Munda?” asked Jon. “She’s my own blood,” said Tormund proudly. “She broke his lip for him and bit one ear half off, and I hear he’s got so many scratches on his back he can’t wear a cloak. She likes him well enough, though. And why not? He don’t fight with no spear, you know. Never has. So where do you think he got that name? Har!”  Jon had to laugh. Even now, even here.

Autumn apple. Stolen women. Cloak. 

Stealing women was a hot topic with Ygritte and Jon is immediately concerned, but is reassured. The tenor of the conversation is conciliatory, while he is revealed to be loyal to the Watch, there is mutual respect. In Jon’s thoughts, Ygritte becomes a mentor voice, drifting away from the romantic woe of before. 

Easy for you to say, he thought back. You died brave in battle, storming the castle of a foe. I’m going to die a turncloak and a killer. Nor would his death be quick, unless it came on the end of Mance’s sword.

Similarly to Dany later, Jon is arguing with dead beloved abusers in his head, like she will do in ADWD with Viserys. Ygritte is less obviously horrific, but the “voices in my head” aspect and the sheer idealising that both of them engage in feels disconcerting. Never the less, we see Jon’s current identity status on Facebook is “turncloak”. Not Night’s Watch.

The rest of Mance’s “court” is less welcoming, but Mance draws him in for a private conference. The Horn of Winter is revealed, the mutual cause of the Wildlings and the Night’s Watch is identified.

“If I sound the Horn of Winter, the Wall will fall. Or so the songs would have me believe. There are those among my people who want nothing more …” “But once the Wall is fallen,” Dalla said, “what will stop the Others?”

(Dalla has the brains that Ygritte lacked. Why can SHE not be Jon’s mentor?) 

Mance offers to hand over the Horn of Joramun if they let the Wildlings pass through the Wall, or he will destroy the Wall in three days. Jon hesitates because he fears they will ransack the place, but he also has no negotiating credit with Thorne and Slynt. He contemplates just smashing the Horn, when suddenly Stannis attacks. The Wildlings are smashed, a helpless Jon enters the tent with Val to attend Dalla.

He is just... disillusioned.

Apple = choice. The choice is… the bigger picture. The Watch is headed by irrational scum, the Wildlings are no less dangerous to the North than they were before and Jon has no hope of saving his ruined reputation either way. He was about to murder Mance, then about to smash his bargaining chip, yet he has no ill will toward them. Only a depressed, numb resignation to preventing the worst of all outcomes. 

Apple Quality: autumn apple.

Again with the autumn apple. There are only 3 “autumn apples” in the books, all in ASOS. Jon I (above with Mance), Samwell II, and Jon X here. 

In Jon I it connected Mance’s disloyalty to the Watch to the red-and-black cloak given to him by a woman. Also Bael the Bard, deception and stealing. Jon consults his inner values, and chooses pragmatism. His break with “blind” honor will leave him flailing a bit.

In Jon X it specifically refers to a young woman being stolen. Jon consults his inner values, he chooses the bigger picture, but he’s frayed and his choice is interrupted. Stannis will offer him Winterfell. Ghost will remind him of who he is. Ultimately, he will become Lord Commander and his struggle with loyalty will cease for a long time.

What’s Sam’s autumn apple about?  They are listed with many foodstuffs that the angry NW brother’s at Craster’s after the fight at the Fist of the First Men expect to receive. Mormont just remembered the true purpose of the Watch. Gilly has just given birth to her son. Sam offers to take the boy, Craster gets mad. they bury a dead brother and the mood is mutinous.

“Apples,” said Garth of Greenaway. “Barrels and barrels of crisp autumn apples. There are apple trees out there, I saw ’em.”

A confrontation breaks out and they kill Craster and stab Mormont. Sam’s friends flee, the others raid and rape, Sam cradles a dying Mormont. Some wives approach and order Sam to take Gilly to safety. 

Gilly was crying. “Me and the babe. Please. I’ll be your wife, like I was Craster’s. Please, ser crow. He’s a boy, just like Nella said he’d be. If you don’t take him, they will.” “They?” said Sam, and the raven cocked its black head and echoed, “They. They. They.” “The boy’s brothers,” said the old woman on the left. “Craster’s sons. The white cold’s rising out there, crow. I can feel it in my bones. These poor old bones don’t lie. They’ll be here soon, the sons.”

The massive abundance of apples suggests a link to the abundance of women, to the connection to inner values over formal loyalty, to the “stealing” of Gilly to save her. To the massive bigger picture. With Jon it translates to his trademark quick-thinking pragmatism, with Sam it translates to compassion and identifying valuable information. 

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8th and final apple: ADWD, Jon V  - The Grand Appling.

ADWD Jon V is another big apple chapter:  you have to choose!

Much time has passed since the last apples were mentioned. Jon is Lord Commander and has sent away Sam, Gilly and maester Aemon. The Wildlings are south of the Wall. Food is a constant worry. Bowen Marsh is upset with Jon, Jon is super-diplomatic. Not. It’s time to bring provisions to the Wildlings at Mole’s Town. A Mirror to Dany in ADWD, Daenerys VI, bringing food to the Astapori refugees. The Wildlings are grumpy. Jon struggles to balance the culture clash between free folk, Stannis’ men and Wildlings.

Pig ignorance, Jon thought. The free folk were no different than the men of the Night’s Watch; some were clean, some dirty, but most were clean at times and dirty at other times.

Jon is much removed from his earlier woeful struggles or idealism. A weary pragmatism guides his every action. Grey.

Apples ensue:

"You can have an onion or an apple," Jon heard Hairy Hal tell one woman, "but not both. You got to pick."

The woman did not seem to understand. "I need two of each. One o' each for me, t'others for my boy. He's sick, but an apple will set him right." 

Hal shook his head. "He has to come get his own apple. Or his onion. Not both. Same as you. Now, is it an apple or an onion? Be quick about it, now, there's more behind you."

"An apple," she said, and he gave her one, an old dried thing, small and withered.

"Move along, woman," shouted a man three places back. "It's cold out here."

The woman paid the shout no mind. "Another apple," she said to Hairy Hal. "For my son. Please. This one is so little."

Hal looked to Jon. Jon shook his head. They would be out of apples soon enough. If they started giving two to everyone who wanted two, the latecomers would get none.

"Out of the way," a girl behind the woman said. Then she shoved her in the back. The woman staggered, lost her apple, and fell. The other foodstuffs in her arms went flying. Beans scattered, a turnip rolled into a mud puddle, a sack of flour split and spilled its precious contents in the snow. 

Apples are once again almost aggressively connected to choices. Apples or onions. Not both. You have to pick. 

Barring another meta, I can’t really say what the onion is supposed to represent. Some things that echoe Jon’s apple themes:

His sons were good fighters and better sailors, but they did not know how to talk to lords. They were lowborn, even as I was, but they do not like to recall that. When they look at our banner, all they see is a tall black ship flying on the wind. They close their eyes to the onion.  (ACOK, Davos I)

Denial. 

Dany nibbled at an onion and reflected ruefully on the faithlessness of men. (ACOK, Daenerys III)

Faithlessness.

The feast was a meager enough thing, a succession of fish stews, black bread, and spiceless goat. The tastiest thing Theon found to eat was an onion pie. Ale and wine continued to flow well after the last of the courses had been cleared away. (ACOK, Theon II)

Theon about to be ordered to attack Winterfell. Betrayal.

The last time it was life I brought to Storm's End, shaped to look like onions. This time it is death, in the shape of Melisandre of Asshai. (ACOK, Davos II)

Life and death brought by the same person.

Melisandre’s manichean world view vs. Davos’ more encompassing one:

"What if I am? It seems to me that most men are grey."

"If half of an onion is black with rot, it is a rotten onion. A man is good, or he is evil."  (ACOK, Davos II)

Bless you Sam. 

Hungry as he was, Sam knew he would retch if he so much as tried a bite. How could they eat the poor faithful garrons who had carried them so far? When Craster's wives brought onions, he seized one eagerly. One side was black with rot, but he cut that part off with his dagger and ate the good half raw. (ASOS, Samwell II)

Considering apples represent the choice you make to serve an ethical bigger picture (not necessarily loyalty to an order), onions seem to show a contrasting duality of bad and good, a refusal to position oneself honestly, dirty compromises, the darkness in human beings. 

Davos’ entire arc circles around being a very decent human being who none the less supports a whole lot of questionable crap. Our resident kraken Theon is torn inside unable to choose between Greyjoy and Stark identity and becomes monstrous. 

Melisandre downright denies the existence of grey. The presence of bad cancels out all good.  Samwell, on the other hand, embraces the good while disregarding the bad. 

Ygritte smelled of onion. Dany eats wild onion on her dragon grassland chapter,  Jorah eats onion. Brienne has onion soup on her way to Lady Stoneheart. Jon offers the Wildlings onion soup after they burn their god’s for Melisandre in echange for safety. Dark compromises. 

So the choice between apples and onions is the choice to MAKE a choice. Stop hedging your bets or practicing denial, position yourself, one way or the other. 

The woman who refuses to choose, loses her apple, loses the fruit that will set her sick son right, loses her cance at following her inner moral compass and doing the right thing. 

There is a tussle, Jon tries to rally them with a speech. They are in a Mutiny at Craster’s Keep kind of mood.

“You want more food?” asked Jon. “The food’s for fighters. Help us hold the Wall, and you’ll eat as well as any crow.” Or as poorly, when the food runs short. (…)

“Fight for you?” This voice was thickly accented. Sigorn, the young Magnar of Thenn, spoke the Common Tongue haltingly at best. “Not fight for you. Kill you better. Kill all you.” The raven flapped its wings. “Kill, kill.” Sigorn’s father, the old Magnar, had been crushed beneath the falling stair during his attack on Castle Black. I would feel the same if someone asked me to make common cause with the Lannisters, Jon told himself. “Your father tried to kill us all,” he reminded Sigorn. “The Magnar was a brave man, yet he failed. And if he had succeeded … who would hold the Wall?”

Jon believes in the greyness of men, but he also believes in choices. You don’t have to be perfect to do the right thing. But you have to do the right thing. Or a thing, anyway. You have to choose.

There is more commotion. Jon decides to make it simpler.

"Hal, what was it that you told this woman?"

Hal looked confused. "About the food, you mean? An apple or an onion? That's all I said. They got to pick."

"You have to pick," Jon Snow repeated. "All of you. No one is asking you to take our vows, and I do not care what gods you worship. My own gods are the old gods, the gods of the North, but you can keep the red god, or the Seven, or any other god who hears your prayers. It's spears we need. Bows. Eyes along the Wall. (…)

He recruits, actively. 

“The choice is yours,” Jon Snow told them. “Those who want to help us hold the Wall, return to Castle Black with me and I’ll see you armed and fed. The rest of you, get your turnips and your onions and crawl back inside your holes.”

Apples yay, onions nay. Dany killed the slavers of Astapor, and left alive only children under the age of 12. Jon recruit ages 12 and up for the Watch, girls and boys. Dany killed 163 random slavers. Jon recruits 63 Wildlings.

By the time the last withered apple had been handed out, the wagons were crowded with wildlings, and they were sixty-three stronger than when the column had set out from Castle Black that morning. 

The apples win out. No more mention of onions in this chapter. 

The chapter ends on a grey note, uncertain but hopeful. 

Marsh was unconvinced. “You’ve added sixty-three more mouths, my lord … but how many are fighters, and whose side will they fight on? If it’s the Others at the gates, most like they’ll stand with us, I grant you … but if it’s Tormund Giantsbane or the Weeping Man come calling with ten thousand howling killers, what then?” “Then we’ll know. So let us hope it never comes to that.”

Hilariously, it is not the treachery of the apple-choosing wildlings Jon will have to worry about. 

The abundance of onions and apples in this chapter sets up the struggle Jon faces in later ADWD chapters. The bigger picture v. Arya. Apples are done, for now, the onions stalk him. He tries to strikes a balance. He hesitates, he sends Mance, he struggles. In the end, the Pink Letter sends him over the edge.

Apples v. onions.  Jon has chosen. 

Apples = choice. The choices is… NOT the Watch. Arya. The North. The bigger picture. House Stark. 

Apple Quality: withered. Like the very first apple. 

Jon stood tall. He told himself that he would die well; that much he could do, at the least. “I know the penalty for desertion, my lord. I’m not afraid to die.” “Die!” the raven cried. “Nor live, I hope,” Mormont said, cutting his ham with a dagger and feeding a bite to the bird. (AGOT, Jon IX)

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In conclusion:

Apples signal the necessity for Jon make a moral choice according to his own personal values. 

Jon always has his eyes on the bigger picture. 

His choices becomes increasingly divorced from the concept of loyalty to the Watch.

There is a pronounced conflict between apple and onion, between moral choice and refusal to choose. Jon tries to walk the line between the letter of his vows and his values. He ends up choosing his values. It goes badly. 

The quality of the apples has a relationship with the ease of choosing. 

whithered apples are fairly clean choices, 

rotten apples are traumatic choices, 

autumn apples relate to choices influenced by the wisdom of women, the stealing of women. 

There is a future apple promised to “the beastie” as a reward. 

If we want to draw a connection to the show, Jon will clearly face another apples v. onions conflict and the need to choose will feature heavily. It will go badly. But there is the promise of home and reward.

#asoiaf #fruit symbolism #apples #jon snow #you have to choose #my posts

[angelicamerlinbarnes]

TUA DISNEY AUs: Sleeping Beauty (But Actually Maleficent) (Pt. V)

(please understand that by AU, I mean they share an incredibly small amount of things in common with the original source material which I barely remember BUT the “story” takes place in the setting of the film) (not to be misleading or anything :p)

(BEWARE: nothing i can think of really?, i'm sorry in advance if i'm wrong and missed something, let me know, etc.)

(If you can handle watching Umbrella Academy, this will be fine for you.)

(Aurora) Ben is fated to die on his seventeenth birthday. He’s sent away by his mother, Queen Grace, though his father would rather train him like an animal. He is raised under the watchful eye of three fairies, who drive him nuts but are nonetheless his favorite people on earth. If only he had others to compare them too…

(Phillip) Eudora’s really tired of saving helpless bitches. Ben’s the last one, she swears and only because it’s a favor for Diego. But then she meets the dragon girl. The dragon girl guarding Ben. The dragon girl named Lila. Oh, god. Lila.

(Blue Fairy) Vanya just wants to see Sissy again - the beautiful fairy back at home that she left behind when she and her siblings took in Ben. But when she finally finds Sissy again, she’s been forced into a marriage with a bastard knight Carl and she has a son named Harlan. No matter. Vanya will love her anyway.

(Pink Fairy) Klaus only agreed to this because he has nothing left to lose. Okay, that sounds bad - Klaus loves Ben, he’d die for him (and probably will at the rate they’re going), it’s just - Klaus lost the human knight he loved, Dave, when he was young, and cut off his wings in his grief. He then fell in love with Diego, a dark faerie of the Moors, but Diego too was lost to him after the Great War. Klaus has been wingless and hopeless ever since, but hides his pain with herbs so he can raise Ben right. Still, he hopes and prays for the day Diego may return to him. Always wishing, hoping, waiting…

(Green Fairy) Allison is in love with a farmer named Ray she sneaks out to see on the weekends. He is also a tax collector and is fighting to lower the taxes so his people will not be starving. He works with the head guard who infiltrates the castle, Luther, who Allison also falls for. They are very happy together, despite being of different worlds, and Allison can only hope Klaus may find Diego and be happy like this again one day.

(Maleficent) Five has been cold and heartless ever since he lost his beloved Dolores, now only a statue that sits in the thriving garden of his otherwise desolate castle. Five used to be the king of the dark faerie, but lost himself and his kingdom to his grief when Dolores was cursed by that bitch sorceress the Handler and Reginald the bitch ass king. She has no respect for fae. Now, his only companion is his loyal guard and friend Diego, who can shapeshift into any animal at will, though almost always in dark, brooding colors. Five knows the sacrifice Diego made to take care of him - he tries his best to fix it, sending Diego as a raven to check in on Ben and visit Klaus, but though Klaus becomes deeply attached to the bird, Diego always returns to Five, ever loyal and ever ruined.

(Diaval) Diego loves Klaus more with every passing second. He knows that Five has been working down to his bones to undo the curse he placed on Ben to die on his seventeenth like Dolores did, but that day is creeping closer and closer and Five has nothing. He sinks even deeper into despair and Diego can’t leave him - not even if he can hear Klaus singing, every day, every hour, forever and ever and ever.

(Stefan) Reginald has been nuts since the day he first found the fae. At first their king, Five, regarded him as a friend, but when Reginald used his magic to curse Five’s beloved Dolores into stone to win his throne, that friendship was over. Five banished him from the Moors and vanished, and Reginald married the princess Grace and had Ben with her, who Five cursed in vengeance at his christening. Five’s only soft spot is for Grace, who he pitied, but that pity could not overwhelm his hatred of Reginald and he again disappeared. Reginald has gone mad trying to find and kill Five, but remains unsuccessful.

(Queen) Grace dies of heartbreak when her son is taken away. Her ghost wanders the halls waiting for him to come home while her body rests, perfectly preserved, in a glass coffin full of roses in an empty room in the farthest tower. Klaus brings her back to life when Ben returns, infusing her spirit with her body so that she may be with them again.

Cha-Cha and Hazel are generals under the Handler’s rule. She wants to take over the fae now that Five has abandoned his throne, but the throne itself refuses to allow anyone but Five, and kills anyone who tries to claim it. Hazel just wants to settle down with this nice human baker Agnes, but the Handler has promised to ensure Agnes’ death if Hazel runs from her.

Five eventually returns to his throne with the dark fae after reversing his curse on Ben with true love’s (forehead) kiss. He tries to step down, but everyone bows to him without a doubt. Diego, at his side always, tells him that there is no one else who could rule the fae, and even if there were they wouldn’t want them. So Five settles in as ruler once again and opens up the Moors’ borders to humans again, finally at peace with his past and his loss.

Klaus and Diego are finally reunited - mid-battle, of course. In the chaos of trying to get Five to Ben, Diego is taking out soldiers with his curled horns and sharp black wings when he catches sight of Klaus, still beautiful even with his wing stubs and wavy horns. Diego whispers his name, both of their eyes widening as they take each other in, and Klaus leaps upwards towards Diego, his glorious white wings pulsing back into existence in a flash as he rockets forward into Diego’s chest. As soon as Klaus’ hands touch his hips, Diego’s own clasp Klaus’ face, and their soft, loving kiss sends a shockwave through the castle so powerful it knocks out the remainder of the pursuing guards.

Vanya decks Carl in the face and takes Sissy and Harlan to live in the Moors with her. Allison stays with Ray and Luther in the human world, but still visits the Moors often. Ben rules the human kingdom with a strong and graceful hand, Klaus flitting to and from his side with Diego, to whom he is finally bonded. Five sits by Dolores’ statue, surrounded by a rainbow array of ever-blooming flowers at the border between the humans and the Moors, and everyone is happy.

Oh, and Eudora and Lila are wandering around exploring the wider world and saving all sorts of damsels and dudes in distress and having the time of their young gay lives.

(Or Diego could be Conall and Klaus could be Diaval if you've seen the sequel and that more strikes your fancy but neither of them die, I draw the line there.)

#tua #the umbrella academy #sleeping beauty #maleficent #disney #i just really love maleficent and diaval okay #leave me alone #the hargreeves #the hargreeves & friends #five being a badass bitch because he is and i love him #kliego #ralluther #eudorla #vanya x sissy #klaus &x ben #five &x dolores #hazel x agnes #enjoy this i guess #i don't know #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #allison hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #five hargreeves #ben hargreeves #vanya hargreeves #have a nice day y'all #i'm dying

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It starts not too long after the night we met at your apartment. It’s faint but persistent and, despite getting some strong painkillers after leaving a billion messages in Henrik’s inbox, it doesn’t stop. One cold Monday night, Ana suggests giving me a massage. You’re the only one who I ever allowed to do that so it feels wrong, but I accept. Her hands on my back are harsh, made of concrete, and only make matters worse. I scream at her to stop. She doesn’t yell back; she knows it won’t help. I lay on my bed at night, just contemplating the pain, wondering why I can’t simply vanish into oblivion like you, and the ticking of the clock seems to whisper, “Just you wait.”

Pain gets a friend and now there is Fire on my shoulder, my side, my arm. I’m too proud to ask Henrik for help again and too broke to go to another doctor. I assume that if my body learned how to live without sleep, it will eventually assimilate to the burning too.

Today, Ana breaks into the living room as I mindlessly go through your lawyer’s new barrage of emails, bearing gifts. Esperanza smiles shyly, as she has been doing since mommy stopped smiling at all, and asks what her auntie got her.

A few dresses, a new bag for school, a necklace. Her little eyes shine with old excitement but the light dies when she catches a glimpse of my face. I’ve gone from making her smile to being the reason she won’t smile, from mother to emotional black hole. I turn my face away.

Ana calls my name, warily.

“I got something for you as well.”

A purple blouse. It reminds me of the flowers you got me for our first official date back in Jacksonville. I give my sister something resembling a thankful look and she puts the cloth in my hands. I don’t think we ever went on a date in Jacksonville.

“Try it”, she says with the same glee in her voice as she had when she was helping me get ready for prom. But she wasn’t there for our prom, was she?

“Later, after I shower.” I think I’m being nice enough but Esperanza’s reaction tells me otherwise. Ana is already saying something about ‘leaving mommy be’ when I take off my shirt.

The next thing I know, she’s letting out a scream I for sure will remember.  

“Dios mío, what happened to you?!”

Esperanza runs to me for the first time in months. This must be bad. Sister and daughter drag me in front of the bathroom mirror and there it is, furious red, a hand printed on my back. My mind wanders off and I can almost see your hands holding on tight to my body as I ride you, kiss you and smile with you.

That is certainly not the appropriate mental response to what my reflection is showing me.

“I am calling Henrik right now.”

Yeah, good luck getting him to pick-

“Henrik? Yeah, I need you to come in as soon as possible, it’s an emergency…”

Son of a bitch. 

When he does arrive, he hugs my daughter, nods at my sister and ignores my gaze. How many times did you ignore my calls? How many times did you talk with her behind my back?

“Please, let me see it, Stacy.”

“If you can look me in the eye for a fucking second, sure, I will.”

“Christ, Dolores, do you swear in front of your daughter now?”

“She can leave if she doesn’t like it, sis, and so can you.”

“Are you-”

“Actually, it would be better if you took Hope outside while I check what’s going on, Ana. I’ll let you know when we’re done.”

She sighs and obeys. My Hope leaves, not before turning around and worriedly staring at me one last time. Even after the door closes behind them, he still avoids my eyes.

“How the fuck are you going to check me, doc, if you won’t even look at me.”

Silent, he walks towards the small sofa against the wall and lets himself gracelessly fall on it.

“Does you left arm hurt? Do you have sudden sharp pain on the left side of your chest? Does it feel like half of your back is burning? Can you not sleep at all at night? Can you feel the pain crawling up and down like razor blades?”

I feel so very cold. It’s the middle of summer.

“Yes…”

He lets out a long groan. His fingers slowly, hesitantly, start unbuttoning his shirt. As he sits there, upper body naked, skin barely glistening under the yellow light, I can almost see in the mess of my brain a beach day, when we were less tired, a bit younger.

“I don’t need to check you,” he murmurs as he turns around.

Hundreds of marks are strewn across his back. Claws, digging deep into his flesh. I wince. I feel the burning laughing at me.

“I know exactly what’s happening to you, but I have no fucking idea why.”

“I’m no doctor but I don’t think figuring out the why is really the most pressing matter here, Henrik.”

“You don’t get it. Generation after generation, it’s only been us. Only the ones who share blood. Plenty of women, wives, have suffered by the side of the men infected with this…thing, but not like this. Not like you. This shouldn’t be happening.”

I’m so goddamn fucking tired of cryptic responses and pointless secrets.

“What is this?! What is happening?! What is happening to me, Henrik?! Stop trying to hide the truth from me like it helps because it clearly fucking doesn’t!”

His eyes are on me but he’s miles away from here. Is he with you? Is that were I'm going too?

“You are infected with the same thing Chase, Jack and I are. You still seem to be in an early stage of it, but it’s hard to tell, because of the symptoms you’ve showing, I’d say it’s ‘spreading’ much faster in your case but I don’t…I don’t know why. I’m sorry. I really am.”

He looks defeated. I move slowly, find a place on the sofa and grab his hand.

“I don’t need you to know it all. I just need you to be here, to stop pulling away from me. Let’s figure it out…together.”

Tears, quiet and plenty, on both our faces.

“Okay.”

I smile. I am tired, in pain, a bit closer to insanity by the minute, and I smile.

For a second, as I let my head rest on his shoulder, there is salt in the air, warmth against my cheeks and I can hear you calling my name, laughing, your feet running through the sand.

My mind is a puzzle scattered in a dark room but every now and then, I find a piece of you.

I will put you back together.

A huge thank you at @novelistgeek for beta reading this chapter and being just a great bean.

#Unaddressed Letters #Chase Brody #Stacy Brody #The Brody Family #do you remember #can you remember #Jacksepticeye #Dr. Schneeplestein #Henrik Schneeplestein #JSE egos #JSE fandom #JSE community