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marleyybluu · 10 months

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The Nanny

Part 4

Rio x fem!reader

Word count: 2.5k

Warnings: angst (I think lol), our favourite couple part their ways for now, Nick being a nosey weirdo, sad Rio, sad reader. Idk I think that’s it.

A/N: I know this is a bit short and (surprise) no smut lol but we will get there dw. this is (kind of) a filler. Also if you’re new, check out my master list for parts 1-3 ❤️cus I’m too lazy to link them here lmao oops

It'd been two weeks since Y/n's encounter with the blonde lady. Elizabeth. Her name was Elizabeth. She noticed it at the top of the ultrasound. That ultrasound felt like it was forever engraved in her mind. She hadn't talked to Rio about it yet, she didn't know if she wanted to. Y/n wasn't really an angry or confrontational person, but when it came to it, she could explode and if it was going to be like that she didn't want Marcus to hear anything.

So, until then, she played her part as usual. Well, the affection she delivered had shortened, and that was very noticeable for Rio. They were practically living in each other's skin half the time and now he suddenly felt cold and that's what she wanted.

"Y/n." She felt something poking her hip, she blinked a few times zoning back in and looking down to see poor Marcus attempting to receive her attention. "Sorry, honey, what's going on?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to put my plate in the sink." She shifted over allowing him access to the sink, she continued to wash the dishes and hummed a tune that was repetitive in her head. "Do you know when Daddy will be home?"

She shook her head. "No idea bud." Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Y/n turned off the water and dried her hands lightly jogging through the short hallway to get to the door. She held her breath as she unlocked the door and pulled it open. "Oh, hi." It was Rio's brother... cousin... whichever. "Hey... you." She awkwardly greeted him, she forgot his name. He chuckled reaching out his hand, "Nick."

"Right, Nick, sorry." She shook his hand, a little longer than she wanted to, his grip was a little tight on her. "What can I help you with?"

"Is my brother here?"

Y/n smirked. "Thought he was your cousin." He was amused. "Anyway, he's not here yet but he should be home soon if you want to wait for him." She stepped aside inviting him inside the house, she closed the door behind him. He took off his shoes and wandered off at the sound of Marcus' voice. "Uncle Nick!"

"Hey buddy, what's going on? What are you watching?"

"Bluey."

Y/n chimes in. "As always. And remember our deal, after this episode, you hit the shower and hit your bed okay?"

Marcus pouted and delivered those sweet brown puppy eyes. "What about Dad?" She groaned internally, he had school tomorrow and she did not need him to be up all night and end up sleeping in the next day. "I'll send him upstairs as soon as he's through that door okay?"

"Okay." He agreed and sat back down on the couch. She turned over to Nick and smiled. "Would you like anything?" He put his hand up and shook his head. "I couldn't intrude like that."

She reassured him that it was fine, suggesting there was water, juice and wine to choose from. He chose wine. He followed her trail back to the kitchen, he sat on one of the stools and waited patiently, watching her squat down behind the island to reach into a cabinet where she kept her special drinks. She then walked over to the upper cabinets and reached for a glass, her shirt slipping up exposing a bit of her skin, a small silly tattoo of Snoopy sitting on her hip as her sweatpants were almost dangerously low. His tongue swiped across his bottom lip.

She turned back placing the glass on the counter and poured out some liquor. "Not too much gotta drive back."

She hummed and nodded.

"You're okay?" Nick asked. She'd never talked to Nick, had no intention of speaking to him ever again since the dinner at their grandmother's house and judging how stiff Rio acted towards him she didn't really want to expose the problem at hand. So she bit her tongue and nodded.

Well, maybe she didn't bite hard enough.

"Actually, can I ask something?"

"Yeah."

Her nostrils widened as she angrily exhaled through her nose. "Has Rio ever..." Sigh. "When he was with Maria, and she was pregnant... was he sleeping with other people? Or bringing other women around?"

He thought about and she couldn't tell if he was going to save his ass or throw him under the bus. "I mean, they weren't really together when Maria was pregnant, so he still had other women around yeah."

"Okay." She simply replied looking at her wine glass, twirling it around at the stem, the red liquid swishing and swooshing with every movement it almost became hypnotizing. Her ears rang as scenarios filled her head. Was she the other woman that was around? How come no one in his family said anything? Do they not know?

Nick noticed how quiet she was and the coping mechanism she developed sitting there, he gently placed his hand over hers and she stopped playing with the glass. "Are you..."

"No," She quickly answered. "No, I mean I wouldn't be drinking."

Duh. He thought to himself but he had to ask anyway. He leaned forward attempting to pry more out of her without giving himself away. "Do you think-"

She cut him off. "Maria said that when you think you're the only one you're not and-"

Not too much.

"Fuck, I don't know it just got me thinking. And now I'm overthinking."

Before he could reply to her statement Marcus repeatedly squealed. "Daddy's home! Daddy's home! Y/n! Daddy's home!"

She smiled at his cheery tone. "So I've heard."

Rio's figure came to join the duo in the kitchen, an overgrown Marcus sitting on his hip, just a small reminder that he'd forever be his baby. A very apparent frown played on his face while his eyes darted between her and Nick. "Hey, pretty mama." Immediately asserting his dominance.

"Hi." She nodded before taking another sip of her wine. "Nick... why are you in my kitchen?" He asked with hostility lacing his voice. Nick smirked, always smug at how immediately defensive Rio seemed to get whenever he came around. "Just came to see you, little brother."

Y/n cleared her throat standing up from her seat, she reached out for Marcus who easily transferred over to her, he was reluctant to leave his dad at first, not seeing him all day and only getting a minute with him made him a bit sad, but after a promise from Rio that he'd be up to at least read a story he cooperated and clung to Y/n as she took him upstairs.

While they were getting ready, Y/n's mind couldn't help but wonder about how she'd bring up the situation at hand, the envelope had been tucked under her side of the mattress for a while, maybe that's why she had trouble sleeping too it was taunting her underneath where she lay. She felt a bit of guilt, it was wrong for her to keep this a secret from him, he had the right to know he was having another kid.

Huh.

Another kid.

And it's not with her.

She sighed shaking off the thought, putting it on the back burner for a bit to focus on whatever Roblox game Marcus was trying to teach her to play on his iPad. She couldn't understand why these kids were so into this thing, he was obsessed. He rested his head on her shoulder while she tapped away on the screen. Her character disappeared and respawned in a moment. "What did I do?"

"Someone killed you." He giggled, and she gasped playfully poking his side. "That's not funny, I don't know what I'm doing." She laughed. He took his iPad back showing her once more what to do, a slight knock against the door frame interrupted their time together. Marcus sighed knowing he had to put his device away so he handed it back to her to take downstairs and in the morning he could have it back during breakfast.

Rio smiled. "Picked a book yet?"

Marcus nodded reaching under his pillow and showing him. "Say goodnight to Y/n."

"Night Y/n."

She kissed his head. "Night sweetness. I'll see you when I see you." Strange, Rio thought to himself, she always said she'll see him in the morning.

She walked past Rio, avoiding even an inch of contact with him. He swore he felt a cold air as she passed by, her loving and warmth had suddenly been replaced. Rio poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue and nodded. "Cool, let's uh, start reading."

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By the time y/n got downstairs Nick had long disappeared, she sighed placing the yellow envelope on the counter after retrieving it from their room. She needed another glass of wine if she was ever going to get through this. She sat on the stool around the Island and twirled her wine glass once again, staring blankly at it until the sound of descending footsteps brought her back to Earth. "How was your day?" He asked opening the fridge and looking for something to drink or at least snack on.

"Good,"

Sip.

"How was yours?" Her tone was cold and uninterested so he responded with the same simple answer she gave him. "Good."

The silence returned aside from the obnoxious tapping of her fingers against her phone screen. He knew her well enough, when she was making extra noise on purpose she was pissed. Rio shook his head. "What was Nick doing here?"

The tapping stopped. "Came to say hi." She answered placing her phone down on the counter and picking up her wine glass. "Why are you talking to me like that?"

"Like what?"

"Like you want to pick a fight."

She chuckled pettily. "Hm."

"Y/n-"

"Who's Elizabeth?" She asked finally lifting her head up to look at him, he froze and audibly swallowed. "She's a business partner."

"Is she?" Y/n questioned with a trembling voice. She slid the envelope over to him as he took a seat next to her. "Open it,"

He was lowkey starting to sweat. He fumbled with the envelope until it opened, he reached inside and pulled out the evidence. His eyes fell out of his head and rolled onto the shiny clean floor. "Y/n..."

"Congratulations, I guess." She shrugged. He looked up at the name double checking if it was really Beth's. There's no way this was fucking happening. He'd admit they had their fair share of encounters, maybe one before he met Y/n but there was no way that it resulted in this. She would've told him, or at least he'd hoped she would.

This looked bad, there was no way to weasel out of this when the evidence was right there. What made everything more uneasy is how calm Y/n was being, any other woman would have thrown their wine at him or knocked him with the bottle but she downed the last of the liquid and poured whatever was left of the bottle.

"You think it's a boy or a girl?" She laughed tipsily. "This isn't funny."

"You're right," She sipped. "It's not, but you know... when you've been crying about it for two weeks, you just run out of tears and all you can do is laugh."

She continued. "You laugh and you wonder how you fell so fucking foolishly in love with someone, in such a short time... how in that short time he made you feel so special like you were his world. You fall in love with his son, the sweetest boy you've ever met who tugs at your heart everyday and you think to yourself maybe one day you can give this kid his own little best friend."

Rio dropped his head. "And you come to find out, that- that someone else beat you to it. Is that how you did Maria? I mean she- she told me I'm not the only one, Christopher can never have one girl and I fucking defended you. I was so fucking sure-"

Y/n's voice cracked, and her chin trembled as she fought back a flood of tears but they were no longer tears of sadness, they were angry. Pissed. "I was so fucking sure you wouldn't do that to me."

He didn't know what to say, his mouth ran dry. "I'm... baby, I'm sorry. Look at me, look at me," He put the picture down and grabbed her face forcing her to look at him. Her eyes were so sad, so tired, so broken. He'd never seen her like this, he couldn't believe he was the cause.

"I love you... Y/n. I swear to god, I fucking love you ma. I'm sorry, okay? But you're going to have to believe me when I say this ain't my kid. There's no way. I-it's just been you and me this whole time, baby, I fucking swear."

She sniffled. She could see it, or maybe she just wanted to see it. That he did love her and some part of him was telling her the truth, but bless her heart she didn't know what to believe. It was too much, maybe she moved too fast and this was her consequence, didn't ask enough questions when they started dating and now this was the result. She loved him. God she loved him. Her whole body gravitated towards him and it was so hard to pull away when she found out.

It was hard to pull away now, how close they were in proximity, noses almost touching, foreheads pressed together. He didn't want to let go, this was something he was willing to go to war for. Against her better judgement, she leaned forward connecting their lips.

The love, the regret, the sorrow was all wrapped up in it. Ugh, he tasted like alcohol, probably took a shot before he came home. He smelt so good even after a long day. His lips were so soft, so sweet to her and extra gentle. Their kiss started slow and soon picked up feverishly, she pulled at his shirt, the sudden need for him took over. The two sides of her brain knocked at each other, sleep with him tonight and leave in the morning or leave now and never see him again— let this kiss be the last.

Beep! Beep!

Someone else was there to answer for her. She pulled back but he brought her in, one last kiss. Just one. Y/n pulled back, tugging his hands away from her and she immediately missed them. She stood up and grabbed her keys off the counter. "I made Marcus' lunch... oh, you know the routine."

"Y/n... ma, please..."

She kissed his cheek. "Tell him I'll see him soon, okay?"

"No." He protested. "He can see you tomorrow, in the morning."

"Christopher."

"Y/n."

She wasn't about to argue with him, her sister blowing up her phone letting her know she was outside and to hurry the fuck up. She backed away as slowly as she could, his jaw flexed and his eyes became glossy. He was going to cry. She couldn't watch it otherwise she'd stay and she just needed the space right now. She quickly made her way down the hall with him hot on her trail, she opened the door and wiped a tear that ran down her cheek.

Her sister caught sight of Rio and shook her head. Y/n went on the passenger side.

Just one last glance.

She ducked down and sat, closing the car door. She turned away from her sibling not wanting to be bothered by anyone right now. Understandable.

Rio watched as the car disappeared, the gravel under the tires crunching as she vanished before him. He stood there, dumbfounded. He's fucked up a lot but never like this.

He needed a way to resolve this and he needed it now.

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bloodynereid · 1 year

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Eye of Madness / Eye of Greatness

pairings: targaryen family x platonic! velaryon oc

tw: blood, prophecies (?), my first tumblr fic, kind of dark idk, au, self-harm, helaena is kind of ooc

description: Elaena Velaryon was born during one of the worst storms that the Red Keep had ever faced. King Viserys even believed it may have been the start of the Long Night, but no, it just marked the birth of Princess Rhaenyra’s second-born child. A girl. A beautiful little girl with amethyst eyes and a shock of curly brown hair that matches her older brother’s. The Gods had picked the girl for something special. A change of fate. A coin was tossed in the air that day and started its spin.

a/n: hey! hi! hello! so first tumblr fic... exciting. I mostly wrote stuff on wattpad and do a bunch of random short stories in my own time but I've never actually written a one-shot anyways I hope you enjoy this random little fic I wrote on a whim. Also I did choose Elaena as a name because I'm spiteful and wanted something that followed the whole Targaryen same name thing

p.s. I am taking requests so send any hotd stuff in and I'll get to it as soon as possible

part 1 / part 2

Elaena Velaryon was born during one of the worst storms that the Red Keep had ever faced. King Viserys even believed it may have been the start of the Long Night, but no, it just marked the birth of Princess Rhaenyra’s second-born child. A girl. A beautiful little girl with amethyst eyes and a shock of curly brown hair that matches her older brother’s. The Gods had picked the girl for something special. A change of fate. A coin was tossed in the air that day and started its spin.

Sitting next to aunt Helaena, I absentmindedly turned the pages of the book but barely paid attention to the words. My third brother, Joffrey, had been born earlier that day with the same brown hair that rested on the heads of herself, her brothers and the Commander of the City Watch, Ser Harwin Strong. I knew I wasn’t my father’s child ever since I was capable of identifying human faces but it still hurt to hear about mother’s misdeeds gossiped about in the halls. Poison seeped into the walls of the Keep and blood was tainted green. That’s why I preferred to stay by the side of my aunt, who even with her little peculiarities was more similar to Elaena than anyone gave the girls credit for.

The door of the bedroom slammed open, making the girls jump and in strode the Queen. Helaena’s mother and my step-grandmother - even if she was the same age as my mother. She carried a mask of annoyance and her scowl only deepened when she noticed me sitting next to Helaena on the ledge.

I quickly abandoned the book and curtsied. Even if she was going to be cruel it was better to bear it with a brave face. I enjoyed spending time with Helaena and we shared an affinity for bugs but the Queen never liked me or my brothers. She didn’t want bastards tainting her children by spending time with them.

“Your Grace.” Alicent's face pulled up into a strained smile and gave me a little nod of acknowledgement. “I shall be going then, my mother most likely requests my presence so soon after her labours and the hour grows late. As always it was a pleasure, my dearest aunt.” Helaena gave me a small smile and threw up the hand that was stroking one of her little critters to give a wave.

“Very well. It was nice to see you, Princess.”

“Your Grace.” I gave her a nod before slipping out the door and shutting it behind me. Ser Erryk or Arryk stood outside the door, I could never remember which was which.

“Princess, would you be needing an escort?”

“No, I am quite alright, Ser. Thank you.” He gave me a stiff nod and I walked off slowly until I turned the corner. There I started off into a full sprint toward mother’s room. I bounded through the halls and burst through the doors, catching mother’s stern glare.

“What did I say about running through halls?” I pouted but relented under her calculating glare.

“Only to do it when you wouldn’t disturb the servants. Sorry mother, I just wanted to come visit you.”

“Very good and it’s quite alright, sweetling. How was your time with your aunt?”

“Splendid, we found this beautiful spider that shimmered with different colors in the light.” I came over and gave her a tight hug, careful to not put too much pressure on her stomach. Knowing it must be painful after giving life to another human being. Slipping under the covers and having mother tuck me under her arm was when I noticed that mother’s handmaidens were picking up clothes and packing things away.

“Mother? Why are you packing?”

“We’re leaving, sweetling. Your aunt Laena died, we are going to Driftmark for her funeral. We should have left a long time ago.” Mother murmured the last bit under her breath, making me tuck my chin up and look at her quizzically.

A familiar shiver of unease ran down my spine. The hairs on my neck raised up in warning. The words of prophecy and the smell of scorched flesh clouded my senses. Voices whispered in my ears, their usual muttering turning fiercer. Flames encase the flesh while a man becomes a kinslayer, but not by his own hand. No, but by his treacherous mind. Brother against brother for a green Queen. Green with envy and red with spite.

“El? Sweetling?” I felt mother shaking my shoulder and I realized I had been straying again. The smell of burnt flesh still remained on my mind as I gave her a reassuring smile. Madness gains roots and grows. A coin had been tossed. Greatness and madness. A Targaryen born of a storm. Gods. Coin. Tossed. I cuddled into her side and gave her a little smile.

“I’m alright, mother. Are we finally going to meet our cousins?”

The salty smell of the sea drifted past my face as I watched Aunt Laena’s coffin being lowered into the water. Vaemond’s insults lost to the torrent of ice and dragons that roared in my mind. I knew I would gain a dragon one day but today was not for me. Today was the day for Aemond. I brought my eyes up and looked to my left hoping to catch his eyes or Helaena’s as mother’s hands tightened around my shoulders in response to the Valyrian spewing from Vaemond’s mouth.

Jace’s warmth permeated through my cloak as he intertwined our fingers. Giving his hand a little squeeze, I moved my eyes to the front and found the eyes of a tall, handsome man with shoulder-length Valyrian hair. Daemon Targaryen. Not my intended target but an interesting one nonetheless. He continued locking eyes with me as he took the attention from Vaemond’s insults with his laughter. Bold. Laughing at his late wife’s funeral. Well it was said that he murdered his first one, so this behaviour was really not that unexpected. I gave him a small nod of gratitude as I let my eyes stray once more.

I finally catch Helaena’s eyes and return the knowing look she sends my way. So she knew, of course she knew. I offer her a small wink and smirk which she responds in turn with a small laugh that she quickly hid behind a cough. The sound of a loud splash caused me to look back over the ledge and into the churning water.

I traced patterns on the rough stone as Jace stood next to me, overlooking the sea. We had gotten the news that Harwin had died in a fire at Harrenhal. I knew Jace was grieving in his own way. He was angry as well, probably because we couldn’t attend his funeral in favor of going to one of an aunt we never knew. I felt my mother's warm presence behind me as she joined us at the railing.

“Have you seen your father? Your little cousins have lost their mother, could use a kind word.” I nod but Jace only gets angrier, he takes the chance to voice his thoughts before I can interrupt him.

“I have an equal-”

“Not now, Jace. The days grow darker and night will shroud us all in blood.” Jace’s eyes widen and mother sends me a sharp look. I needed to warn them in the only way I knew possible but mother was always careful to never have others hear my mutterings, vastly different from the Queen’s behavior with Helaena.

“Go to your cousins, Jace. I shall speak to Elaena on my own.” He nods and surries away, giving me a small reassuring smile. His eyes still holding the fear he obtains whenever I speak the whispers out loud.

“Darling, what did you see this time?”

“Nothing of consequence, mother. You cannot temper fate.”

“Elaena.”

“You know I can’t tell you more. You know I’ve tried.” I pleaded softly, disastrous consequences had come from me trying to tell her more than riddles.

“I know, sweetling. I know.” She pulls into a hug which I quickly reciprocate, my shoulders relaxing and the whispers ceasing for a moment - a comforting blankness surrounding my head.

“Why don’t you go see your aunt, hmm?”

“Of course.” She gives me a little smile and I bound across the courtyard where my aunt and uncles are located, giving the King a small smile which he returns with a larger one.

“Spool of green, spool of black…” I crouch down next to my aunt and slowly offer my hand to the spider which easily climbs over my fingertips. Hel ceases her mutterings once she notices my presence and offers a kind smile, lightning sparkling behind her eyes.

“Hello.”

“Hello Hel. She is quite the beauty.” I offer the spider back to her, the little creature gracefully climbs back into her pale hands. Helaena hums back in approval and I sit there crouched next to her as I thumb the hilt of my dagger, overhearing Aegon’s disgusting remarks. Sometimes I imagine how easy it would be to just take the blade and drag… no, not yet. It’s not the time for that yet.

Hel and I had moved over to one of the ledges and we were contently looking over one of the critters I had found hiding under one of the stones. Nursing a small cup of wine and leaning my head on Hel’s shoulder, I saw mother approach our little bubble from the side.

“Hello Helaena, El.” Helena gives mother a small nod before looking back down to the little beetle.

“Mother.”

“You better prepare for bed as the hour grows late.”

“Of course, mother.” She nods and squeezes my shoulder before making her way over to Jace and Luke. I give Hel a little kiss on the cheek and she gives me a contented smile as I leave, joining my brothers as we head over to our assigned rooms.

The raised voices of my cousins and brothers outside my room waken me from the lightest of slumbers - dreams of a past filled with dragons and conquerors. It had started.

“We should wake her.”

“Nothing good comes out of waking El. She’s…”

“Well?”

“Different.” Luke pipes up.

“What do you mean different?”

“We don’t have time for this! Let’s just leave her be and we’ll come find her when it’s over.”

They rushed away from my room and I slipped out from under the covers. Taking the dragonglass blade that sat at my bedroom table and tucking it under the sleeve of my nightgown, I sat down next to the fire and watched the flames dance. Dragons must not dance. Waiting. Waiting for the Gods’ coin to stop spinning. And waiting for a decision to finally come to be.

A while later after I heard Vhagar’s screeches outside of the window, my grandmother and grandsire arrived at the door. Slamming it in the progress of frantically trying to find me.

“Elaena! Come quickly, girl.”

“What has happened?”

“We do not know but we are needed in the Main Hall. The King has requested our presence.” My eyes widened and I quickly bounded up from my place on the furs. The hilt of my dagger secured against my palm, we flew through the halls. The torches painted wild stories against the stone walls - about the future, the past and the bloody present.

I enter the fire-lit hall to find people fussing over One-Eyed Aemond, my bloodied brothers and cousins. Rhaenys instantly rushes to the sides of my cousins and Luke and Jace pull me into a hug, Jace’s arms protectively enveloping both of us.

“Jace! Luke! Are you two alright?” I gingerly touch their faces and they give me strained smiles.

“I’m glad you weren’t there, dear sister.” Was the only thing Jace supplied me with as mother burst through the doors, her hair in a frenzy and Uncle Daemon walking in behind her.

“Jace? Luke? Elaena!” She rushes over to my bloodied brothers and then looks to me for answers. I shake my head and she nods, knowing I didn’t have any part in this. Sensing the same confusion in my eyes that mirrors her own. Moments later chaos erupts as everyone starts shouting, I close my eyes in a grimace but the ringing in my ears increases. The sound of a coin spinning gets louder. Metal twinkling and grating against stone.

Everyone continues to debate about the events that transpired. Voices intermingle as insults are thrown and people are questioned. The words suddenly become so clear.

“Blood for blood. Green for Black. The threads weave and interweave. The girl born of the storm will be at the mercy of the coin…” The song starts but it is not all clear yet. This song must not accompany a dance. Blood is demanded by the Queen, who rushes at my brothers in determination but mother intervenes. The blade of prophecy is aimed at my mother’s heart as Alicent harshly speaks against my mother’s face.

“Where is duty? Where is sacrifice? It’s trampled under your pretty foot again.”

In that moment I feel the hilt of the dagger fall into my hand. It is time. I take out the shining steel, ripping the seams of the white gown. No one is watching the second-born Princess. The coin stops spinning. The Gods have chosen. And they have chosen…

I grip the dagger hard, fate has a funny way of balancing the scales. This will prevent a future where my brothers die. For my sacrifice, the Gods will accept my plea. The plea I made when I was only a babe in my mother's womb. Eyes open to the prophecies and bloody future of my house.

The dagger slides over my left eye. An amethyst iris forever lost. The steel cuts through flesh and blood runs down my face. I feel none of the expected pain. Maybe because I have had so long to prepare for this moment that pain has become a distant echo. Blood for blood. An eye of madness. An eye of greatness.

Ringing fills the hall as I let the blade drop, the steel resounding throughout the room. Blood drips, drips, drips. Heads turn trying to find the source of a noise and when they notice the little girl with a deep laceration over her youthful face an echoing gasp is heard. That is when a second blade is heard fall.

“Elaena!” Mother turns to face me with a horrified look.

“Blood for blood. An eye for an eye. You have now found your justice. Let us play no more foolish games.” I give a grand bow and smooth out the now blood-stained nightgown. My mother rushes in front of me and gingerly cradles my face, tears forming on the edges of her eyes, making them misty. The Queen’s hands cover her mouth as she stumbles back. They say Targaryens are closer to Gods than men but the Gods still have cards to play.

…madness.

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w0nnielov3 · 2 years

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enha hyung line - calling them another members name

layla's note

hehe ,, someone suggested this so here I am :p (these are kinda long ,, and i got carried away with jakes ...heh)

warning!!: lowercase intended ,, curse word (one) ,, not proofread :)

Heeseung

heeseungs is in the middle of playing video games with the younger members when he hears you shout from the kitchen "hey jay- heeseung...sorry- can you come to look at this." he doesn't realize the slip up at first as he makes his way towards the kitchen. once he reached you it fully registers what you just said: "did you just confuse me for jay?" doesn’t really take it to heart since he knows you and jay have been hanging out quite a lot lately since you both found out that you had a common interest in cooking. apologizing about the minor slip up you quickly show him what you got him from the art store. "I got you this,, and jay said you might like it a lot." okay so maybe heeseung did take it a little bit to heart ...you hung out with jay way too much. "you've been hanging out with jay a lot ...you should hang out with me I mean I am idk YOUR boyfriend, now I want you to think of doings and reflect on them, and thank you for the gift ill put it up on our wall." taking the gift you got him he kissed you on the cheek and walked back to your shared room with a little grin on his face as he saw your startled look before leaving.

Jay

you and jay are currently shopping for his family ,, they invited you guys over and you wanted to get them the best gifts in the world. "okay so sung- JAY- heh ...what do you think your grandmother would like?" hearing his members name slip out your mouth he quickly shot his head up and looked straight at you in confusion. trying to play it cool you looked around at the clothing that was hanging on the wall. he helped you pick something out for your grandmother without uttering a word about your slip up ...that was before you guys exit the store that he turned towards you; "stop hanging around sunghoon so much , you somehow manage to mix our names up ..which I'd like to say aren't even close to similar , nor do we look alike." he then held your hand and walked towards the food court like he didn't just scold you for mixing his name with his members. even though jay wouldn't admit it he would be a littleeeeeee jealous at the name mix up but not too much because he knows your his and vise versa.

Jake

"niki !!" snapping his head up jake looked around to see if he would spot his member too who you just called out to. before it hit him ...you guys aren't in Korea why would his member be there? looking towards you as you walked his way, he replied ...or questioned: "yess?" he was a little lost on why you called out the younger boy instead of him. he tried to brush it off as a mistake but ...the names aren't even similar? but you have been hanging around niki a lot recently so maybe that's why? but you haven't seen niki in a week so that doesn- "Jake!!" snapping out of his little daze he blinked at you. "yeah?" he looked over at his dog, layla, who was now sitting next to you playing with a toy bunny you got her at a dog store before leaving Korea. "you dazed off ,, what's wrong?" he thought for a second thinking on either or not to confess his feelings. thinking it through he couldn't really lie to you since he knows you will be able to see right through him. "why did you call niki's name and not mine? is it because you've been hanging out with him a lot? It would be odd since you haven't seen him in a week? is he bett-" you cut him off by tackling him into a bear hug with layla joining into the hug right after ..even though she just jumped on top of you guys. you laugh at Jake's rambling. "Jake you're saying nonsense ...niki is like my brother and i said his name on purpose to see your reactions ,, I'm sorry love." will only accept your apology if you give him a dozen kisses.

Sunghoon

At the ice skating rank with sunghoon you’d randomly come up with the idea of miss calling your boyfriend. "sunoo come help me please." probably doesn't realize you said someone else's name instead of his ,, you guys were in an empty skating rink ...why would you be speaking to someone who isn't him? He made his way towards you unbothered while helping you back on the ice making sure to hold both your hands securely to make sure you don't fall. It doesn't hit Sunghoon till maybe ten minutes later that you called him by his members' name. "wait .. why did you call me sunoo?" is kind of confused at your actions but just lets it slide while he continues to glide on the ice still holding onto your hands. after a few ,, he probably notices your disappointed face after you said it was a mistake and you didn't mean to call him someone else's name ,, which more than likely made him realize you said his members' names on purpose and not because it was an accident ...you were very close to sunoo but why would you ever mess their names up? sunghoon wouldn't believe such bafoonery. "you did that on purpose right?" will probably let your hands go and skate away from you once you nod your head at his question ,, "good luck not busting your ass." ...he was joking he returned in less than two minutes because quote on quote "your hands might get cold ...and next time you forget ,, im sunghoon the one and only love of your life."

#enhypen #enha #enhypen reactions #enhypen imagines #enhypen headcanon #enhypen x reader #enhypen x you #enhypen x yn #heeseung #jay #jake #sunghoon #sunoo #jungwon #niki #layla tired her best :p

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geoffrard · 2 years

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please tell me more about this geoff/gerard proof 👀

anon how much time do u have

thought about being jokingly tinhatting with my response to this but i dont actually think they full fucked or whatever. so instead i'm just gonna dump several thousand words of an earnest attempt to outline why geoff and gerard deserve the same treatment received by other legendary canonical friendships like bert & gerard, mikey & pete, etc etc

also i caught the riot fest covid so idk how comprensible i will be. and idk how much sense some of this will make if you don't already have, like, rudimentary knowledge about geoff rickly's start in the hardcore scene in new brunswick, nj, so obligatory plug of the thursday primer that me and nic @raytorosaurus put out a while ago.

but tl;dr, geoff rickly and gerard way were drawn to each other literally from the beginning. since then, neither have left the other's orbit. they are legit cosmically connected narrative foils who could have been each other's closest confidant but never have been more than incredibly meaningful people to the other due to instance after instance of wrong place, wrong time.

i'll do my best to sum up some of the most poignant moments in their over twenty-year-long friendship, but nic and i are drafting several other posts that more diligently delineate the connections between thursday and mcr in their overlapping, mirrored careers and similarities/divergences in their goals/approaches as musicians.

so anyway despite what you might have assumed from the story that goes around where geoff heard gerard and mikey (badly) playing vampires at the eyeball house and wasn't impressed, i believe that at that point they'd already been friends for a while.

this is how gerard recalls the moment he met geoff:

Way: I remember it super vividly. Do you remember? I was walking out of the record shop that Alex [Saavedra, Eyeball Records] worked at on Kearny Avenue and you were standing against a wall wearing a black t-shirt. You were rail skinny and you looked like you were dying and you were so pale with this jet black hair. Rickly: My vegan lifestyle was not agreeing with me. Way: It looked like the sun was killing him. [long pause] And I thought he was super cool. (from their interview with vice in 2015)

long pause and i thought he was super cool.....like....

this is what geoff looked like back then btw. im guessing it was around 2000/early 2001 that they met since thats the outer limits of geoff's black hair goth days

(source)

gerard designed shirts for bands in the scene, including this one for thursday, probably done around 2001 when the dove became the main symbol associated with thursday. at this point mikey was a regular at the eyeball house but gerard was still hiding away in his house, but would always talk about his brother.

Geoff: "I knew Mikey from parties at the eyeball house. I liked Mikey a lot, and he was like, 'you're gonna love my brother Gee (he called him Gee all the time), Gerard, he's the best comic book artist, he's always at home, just working on comic books.' So I was like yeah, I wanna meet this kid, you know, I wanna make comic books with him, you know, that sounds awesome!" (source)

after that geoff kept asking mikey when his brother would come down to the eyeball house, because he'd loved comics since he was a kid, but he was too shy to verbalize that, and his love of comics wasn't something he'd ever actually shared with anyone other than his grandmother, who had just passed away, but he heard that this quiet guy who'd sometimes hang out with the scene's resident kid brother was this amazing comic book artist, and geoff decided that gerard was a person he wanted to know.

So like they were literally talking about writing a comic book together: geoff would write and gerard would draw. but they never were able to spend that much time together. thursday found massive and unanticipated success in late 2001 when understanding in a car crash started playing on mtv nonstop and gerard was still a hermit for the most part but had started to piece together the band that would become my chemical romance.

so then blah blah blah the story where gerard and mikey introduced the idea of their band to geoff we've all heard it. i linked it above but you can read the excerpt from dan ozzi's sellout here if you aren't familiar with the details already.

and that story ends with geoff listening to their demo and realizing that this little band actually had something. but i firmly believe that geoff loved the scene and was so compelled by gerard's art and wanted to collaborate creatively with him that he would have been willing to do it regardless of if he came around to their music or not.

geoff said this in a podcast in 2018:

"Gerard is sort of like... when he's not sort of hiding out in his house somewhere, he's actually so charming and personable. There's a reason why I was so drawn to him, and that he's, like, a superstar."

obviously we'll never know, because geoff was so compelled by the music that he played their demo to death in the tour van and then took the only two weeks that thursday had off in one of the busiest years of their career while in the midst of a super contentious legal affair with their record label to produce bullets.

okay now that i am looking at what i have written so far i look like an insane person and that is okay but i think that i will save the rest for another longer post about the fated careers of mcr and thursday. but i feel that i have done my job by just giving you this taste. more to come but their friendship literally so expansive and detailed (in ways that I don't usually see articulated here) that a single tumblr post is never going to do it justice. as i said, stay tuned, we're working on something more.

tl;dr (another one) gerard and geoff are perennially obsessed with each other & have been since literally the first time that they laid eyes on each other and it comes out the second that either of them have to be even a little reflective on the other's career thanks for reading my manifesto bye.

#mcr #gerard way #geoff rickly #thursday band #SORRY FOR RAMBLING SO LONG AND GETTING LITERALLY NOWHERE #its just that i cannot allow myself to forgo literally any single one of the small details #mine #geoffrard tag

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fernsnailz · 1 year

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What is your opinion on Hope Kintobor.

i really miss hope :( i had more to say about her than i expected so i’ll put the rest under the cut lol

i think she provides an interesting perspective into the robotnik/kintobor family, and she has some pretty good characterization from the beginning despite being a human side character. she’s consistently shown to be one of the smartest and most capable members of her family - she’s the first to doubt robotnik before the overlanders get roboticized, is the one who theorizes that the xorda followed her ship to mobius, and is able to create a portal into the special zone once she starts working with team dark. she has the robotnik intellect, but also has like. basic human decency which is a HUGE win for that family

the sheer tragedy of her story is also something that gets me - after her grandmother and stepdad get roboticized, any chance hope has at a family that loves her is gone. despite this, she still has hope in her snively, who repeatedly disappoints her - her faith in her family only brings her pain, and it just. hurts to see

and, as is the nature of pre-reboot archie sonic characters, this is the last moment that hope gets in the story. she will never get the chance to be happier. what the fuck

however, i think the biggest issues i have with hope is her initial relationship with shadow and the general feeling that she’s written as a sort of maria 2. this is also a complaint regarding how shadow was written at this point in the comics, because oh man they had NO idea what to do with him.

issue 145 is a hot mess and the height of these problems for me, which is the chapter where shadow and hope get dragged into echidna family drama by locke. hope tells shadow he’s wrong to attack locke... even though locke literally kidnapped both of them?? i guess it’s supposed to be a moment of moral realignment for shadow (similar to maria’s final words), but it just makes it look like hope’s morals are completely backwards.

even though shadow realizes she’s not maria after this, he’s still strangely obsessed with protecting her until they both return in sonic universe, and it's. bad to read? like the only reason he cares about her is because she looks like maria, and nothing in this part of the story ever disproves this idea. idk their dynamic early on feels so hollow and leaves a bad taste in my mouth!! i don't like it it's weird!!!

thankfully their dynamic get better once the sonic universe series begins, and hope’s dynamic with team dark is pretty fun. story-wise, it’s wild that GUN was willing to hire a 14 year old genius to be the tech guy for government missions, but hope’s somewhat absurd existence makes her feel strangely in line with team dark. like this is a team of rag tag losers with nowhere else to go, of COURSE they would take hope in.

i think this is the reason why i miss hope so much: her entire character revolves around a missing family she’ll never regain, but if pre-super genesis archie continued, they could have made team dark into that family. and from what we have, it seems like that’s what they were trying to set up - her and shadow get some decent moments together eventually, and omega is the only one there to comfort her after she finally denounces her brother snively. i can only imagine what a story with her and rouge would look like and i WANT IT

i miss hope, but i think elements of her character exist in belle from the idw series. it’s not an exact match, but both of them have difficulty coming to terms with the morality of their family and bring some extra depth to the robotniks/eggman. i really appreciate a lot of sonic stories for this reason, they bring a lot of depth to the freedom fighter/eggman conflict through the existence of characters like hope. idk i really wish her story could have continued she could have done SO MUCH MORE :(

#i need to include hope in more of the team dark content i made #this is another archie character whose story was cut short by the reboot and it makes me SO SAD #sonic loreposting #archie sonic

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minteaspoon · 1 year

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The Sea Dragon’s Kraken

kind of daemyra dynamic with dalcerys:)

a/n: lmao I really had to strain my brain for this

anywho, enjoy luke having an existential crisis over a rehappening of what started the dance of dragons in the first place: the second son being in danger, and either killed or taken hostage:)

(very hard decision over whether I should kill little vivi off storm’s end style, or keep him alive but at the cost of ruby’s life - one of luke’s dragons, and whom vivi feels connected to the most out of the three dragons. SO I COMPROMISED AND DECIDED TO MAKE TWO SEPARATE FICS OF BOTH INSTANCES - IDK WHICH ONE WILL BE CANON, SO PICK WHICHEVER CANON AU YOU WANT TO BELIEVE:D)

a/n 2: this is the lead up fic to Vivi’s fate of arriving back to Luke safe, the other fic that ends with Vivi’s death will be Dalton not going with Little Vis to the Stepstones, and while he gets them to join his brother turned mother for the upcoming war, he gets killed on route back to the Isles by either Maelor or Jaehaerys or a son sired by Aemond I haven’t decided yet - this basically kickstarts the second civil war the same way as the first dance of dragons

@rowletlittenpopplioteam this is for you, thanks for reminding me I had too many drafts in my notes for lucerys and his harem:)

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“Love, Viserys will be alright. He will have Ruby with him, after all.” The words were whispered, though in the room devoid of anyone except for two, it echoed and bounced from the walls as Lucerys stared out into the sea, hands clasped tightly on the windowsill.

“I know he will have Ruby with him, I know Ruby is protective of our little Vis, but still… I can’t help this immense dread within my stomach,” clutching his abdomen swollen with babe, he turns to face his husband.

“Dalton, I fear a repeat of Storm’s End, I fear our little Viserys will be another instance of the wretched Greens taking everything from me. They already took mother, my fathers, my grandmother, Jace, Joffrey and Visenya - you know how much they wanted to rid my mother’s blood from this world, and if news of our heart being out there - all alone - spreads, he might-“ his words were choked back, as small sobs racked throughout his body.

His husband stood silent, arms crossed at his back, and eyes down to bring a sense of privacy to his grieving and distressed husband. As the Greyjoy hears the sobs die down, he slowly walks in front of his beloved, and brings his hands to clutch his sea dragon’s trembling palms. “I know it’s cold comfort, but our heart will be safe, whatever happened to you in the past will not be repeated today, and certainly never in the foreseeable future. He’s a stubborn boy who loves his brother turned mother, he’s determined to prove himself to you, he wants nothing more than for you to be proud of him.”

Luke lets out a shuddered breath, “that is precisely why I am afraid. He is exactly as I was with my mother, and I fear that sameness will be what breaks me apart again, and will be what kills him as it did my family.”

Dalton sighs defeatedly, he knew his husband was concerned, very much and understandably so. As such, he offers a bargain.

“If it makes your worry lessen, I will set sail with Viserys to the Stepstones, and I will accompany him in making a deal with the leaders of the Stepstones to your cause,” Dalton proclaims, in a near yelling tone of anger, though not directed to his dear Pearl of the Seas.

“You are no Targaryen nor Velaryon in the eyes of Westeros, the Greens made sure to publicize and spread that, and your humiliation and suffering will be what draws the Stepstones to you. They will see you as no Targaryen or Velaryon, but as Lucerys Greyjoy of House Dragonborne. And with some threats from my fleet, and from a dragon, I do believe it’ll make them more willing to fight for you - they want to stick whatever ironic victories they require with dragons in the arse of those Westerosi bitches and bastards.”

His soft consort was silent, staring at the wall behind the Greyjoy’s shoulder. After a few moments, Luke turns his dark eyes to his husband’s, and tilts his head. “…I trust you to bring our Viserys back safely - alive and well. The same with our dearest red princess, Ruby. The Stepstones will be under my command, but are free to raid and kill anything and anyone from and within Westeros.”

The Greyjoy smirks, leaning his forehead against Lucerys’, “and what else, my Lord of Dragonborne, eldest surviving son of the true Black Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, and rightful King of Westeros?”

“…Show no mercy. I grant you, your fleet, and our Viserys and Ruby my permission, to show no mercy.”

Loud laughs of excitement, pent up rage and bloodlust erupt from the older man, as he clamps his rough hands upon his lord’s cheeks, and brings him into a kiss.

Separating, Dalton whispers into Luke’s ears, “If I see that One-Eye in the skies, on the ground or at sea, I will shoot him and his dragon down, and bring to you their heads.”

“I will hold you to that promise, my husband.”

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Every word you wrote about Tamara is just FACTS!!!!!!!!!!!! What I would have given for Grag & Tamara to be so broken because of magic, that they both had plans of revenge. Getting more people involved behind the scenes even. Tragic, yet understandable backstories and a real threat to Storybrooke from the outside world. The fears of some folks in town coming true (the whole E.T. thing Leroy mentioned in the hospital after Greg first showed up). The danger of having magic in a non-magical world.

EXACTLY!!! 'Tragic yet understandable' is the perfect way to phrase it, because OUAT is very good at including antagonists with these kinds of backstories (although, the effectiveness of this varies from character to character) and I'm sad that Tamara didn't get enough attention to receive the same treatment!

Okay, so, I'm gonna lay out some thoughts properly because why not:

(Disclaimer: I'm adding a read more because this got VERY out of hand. But please read on if anyone is interested in headcanoned Tamara backstory!)

(Second disclaimer: I've actually used this general backstory for Tamara in one of my fics before, although I wasn't able to go into quite as much detail at the time)

So, imagine. Tamara is a child (maybe 10 or 11). She has a happy family; parents that love her, a younger brother that she cares about a lot, a pet goldfish, whatever. And then imagine that, one night, 10 year old Tamara hears a noise from her brother's bedroom. She goes to investigate it but, when she opens the door, she finds herself frozen in shock. The window is wide open and her brother is floating in the middle of the room.

There's the faint sparkle of a glowing green dust on him and a dark shadow with bright, hollow eyes floats just beside him. Tamara pinches herself. She thinks she's dreaming. She's not. The shadowy figure spots her and before she can do a thing to stop it, the creature has taken her brother's hand and flown out the window with him. Maybe he cheerfully waves goodbye, maybe he doesn't even notice that she was there at all.

When Tamara finally works up the courage to move, she rushes to the window. Her brother is long gone, but there's a very fine sprinkle of green dust on the windowsill left in his absence.

Of course, she goes to tell her parents and, of course, they panic. Tamara tries to tell them what she saw but they naturally ignore any claims that she saw her brother flying or that the person that kidnapped him was nothing but a shadow with white, glowing eyes.

There was no sign of a break in from anywhere in the apartment. And the investigation team are baffled as to how anyone could have clambered in and out of the window when the room is situated on the third floor of the building. Tamara's brother never comes back and it's eventually considered a cold case.

Tamara has always considered herself honest, logical and responsible. For a long while, she insists that what she saw was true. It's only after she starts getting therapy that she begins to doubt things.

Therapy does little to fix things. Her family is completely broken. A year or so down the line, her parents divorce. Tamara starts to visit her Grandmother more and more often and she develops a very tight bond with her.

Tamara grows up and moves on from it all as best she can. She eventually stumbles into the same conspiracy group that Greg is a part of. They don't connect right away, but, after a couple of meet ups, they discover that they have a lot in common and also come to realise that, perhaps, they're the only two people in this group that have actually seen real magic.

They eventually confide in one another, talking about how 'magic' has ruined their lives. How it's hurt them in ways that no one else in this group that they're a part of will understand. They connect (idk, they can still get together romantically if they want, although I personally didn't see much chemistry between them and the show only really paired them up for shock value let's be honest) and they start talking about fairy tales and Storybrooke.

(Side note, since Greg is kind of aware of Regina being the Evil Queen (right? or is he not aware of that until he reaches Storybrooke again?) maybe he's even able to suggest that it could have been Peter Pan/Peter's Shadow that kidnapped her brother. I like the idea that he's very overly familiar with a lot of fairy tales and stories is more than willing to consider them in the real world ever since his interaction with Regina)

Anyway, I don't know HOW (and forgive me if I'm missing something from canon here, I'm guessing it maybe had something to do with Pan) but I like the idea of Greg in particular managing to track down either August or Neal (since, aside from Emma, those two are the links that lead back to Storybrooke). And, from here, the pair of them start working on plans to get to Storybrooke.

Greg and Tamara are both therefore stuck with these similar backstories, involving someone they loved being taken from them by someone magical. And ALSO similar in the sense that...no one believed them when they tried to tell the truth about this... Not only would this be about getting some kind of revenge (Greg wanting to get closure on his father and then kill Regina when he confirms that she did murder his dad, and Tamara desperate to find some trace of the shadow that took her brother), but it would also be about proving that they were right this entire time. That they weren't lying or 'crazy' or making things up. That magic is real and it's dangerous.

I guess the dilemma for Greg and Tamara is: how? How are they able to prove that magic actually exists, in a world where magic is unseen to those that don't believe in it? (This is a question that I will be pondering on, but not one that I'll be answering here. This ask has already gotten too long, ahahah)

(Still, there's one final thing I'd like to address)

Because, you see, there's something so deliciously tragic about Pan being the one to cause this trauma in the first place. For him to be so heavily responsible for Tamara's tragic childhood and then him continuing to have a chokehold on Tamara years later on. OUGH.

That said? yeah, I absolutely would have preferred if the Pan arc had been kept entirely separate from Greg and Tamara's (aka, they were there exclusively for their own reasons and not just because Pan said so). Greg and Tamara deserved their own arc that had nothing to do with Neverland. No 'home office', no dumb crystal that was triggered to explode the town or whatever (or! DO include those things! but tie them exclusively to John and Michael's story instead!)

I just!!!!!! I have way more feelings about Tamara (and to a lesser extent Greg/Owen) than I know I should and I'm getting a bit weird thinking about her lately!!!!!!

#kat thank you so much for the ask btw I always get so happy when I see you in my inbox :)#uyghjsdfjsuhdjfjsdf this is SUCH a rambling mess omg SORRY #if I work out a little more of this then I'll make some kind of part 2 #also listen. I'm SO open for other interpretations and headcanons in relation to her character and backstory #I used the 'pan's shadow stole her brother' thing because there are a lot of elements that work smoothly with one another #but I also appreciate that there's maybe not enough 'magic' involved to justify her hatred for that specifically #ouat #asks #oh no I can't tag this as august meta. this is a first for me #ouat meta #KIND OF. NOT REALLY BUT OH WELL

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soleilnomoon · 1 year

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† all the devils are here: modern au & arranged/contract marriage au feat. hayakawa aki x reader.

† setting: modern day, year xx23, spring

† starring: hayakawa aki, first son of the main hayakawa family (25) & y/n, the bride-to-be (23)

† feat. cameo appearances from: mr. hayakawa (aki’s father), mrs. hayakawa (aki’s mother), hayakawa taiyo (aki’s younger brother), & others .

† summary (of sorts): y/n has always been in her sister’s shadow her entire life, and she plays the meek, unassuming, naive younger sister role incredibly well. too well, if anything. aki, in comparison, has always had the spotlight shining brightly on him; his arrogance isn’t a flaw or misplaced, it’s well-earned — there’s a difference. and, according to him, it can’t be considered nepotism if he’s the best at what he does. the hayakawa family has had their hands in finance (private & public sector) over the past decade and are currently moving into politics — the main branch is run by its austere matriarch (aki’s grandmother), and she is highly selective of who marries into their family. aki knows not to fuel his grandmother’s wrath, but a large part of him absolutely detests having someone else plan his entire life without his input. both y/n and aki are incredibly ill-suited for one another, but they’ll need one another’s help to get what they want — for y/n it’s freedom from the path of mediocrity and unattainable dreams; for aki, it’s freedom from the rigid society he’s grown to hate.

† word count: currently at 3k.

† contains: fem reader, nsfw (18+ mdni), blood money, corrupt politics, arranged marriage where both parties have their hands tied (figuratively), dry humping publicly (the scandal of it all), idk cute stuff like getting caught while masturbating, public sex (probably), fwb shet, jealousy (idk what to tell u), alcohol consumption, smoking, blackmail, degradation/humiliation (i’m not sorry), aki’s family is the worst™ (but so is y/n’ lbr), enough angst to drown in 10x, enough smut to make even me blush (u know the vibez), betrayal bc i don’t love myself, reluctant enemies to lovers (not exactly enemies, but aki’s a brat as u know), maybe a bit of magical realism, plot twists on top of plot twists, & probably some kind of violence (we’ll see tho).

† chapter 01 — occlude — (complete)

† chapter 02 — ephemeral — (in progress)

† chapter 03 — corazón — (in process)

† last updated: 02/05/23

† hiii! ʚ₍ᐢ. .ᐢ₎ɞ thanks for taking the time to read through everything, & i do hope you enjoy the story i’m tinkering away at. not sure how long this fic will be (story of my life), it’s smth ambitious (ofc it is), but i def will try to update as consistently as i can (we’ll see tho lmao). as i write, i’ll update the warnings list.† if you want to be added to the taglist then you can drop a comment or send me a message and i’ll add you!

† as previously stated, this is a modern au/ arranged | contract marriage au fic; i’ll try to keep as close to canon as possible with characterizations — and trying to incorporate elements from csm into a modern world setting is a little tricky, but i’m making it work i think, who knows atp.

† i have an idea of how i want this to end (unsurprising), and i don’t always stick to outlines so we’re all going to be in for a wild ride, u already know what time it is w. me; just know that it’s a dark romance w. a lot of drama, there might actually be a happy ending yk, we’ll see.

† taglist: @strawhatsoraya

#tumblr kept deleting my draft but i finally finished god #series: all the devils are here #csm x reader #csm x y/n #hayakawa aki #hayakawa aki x reader #hayakawa aki x y/n #aki x reader #aki x y/n #csm fic #csm angst #csm smut #more tags to come probably

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selfproclaimedunicorn · 8 months

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🌟

Thanks for the ask! Lol, it took a while to get to, but I eventually picked something. I am going to gush about Rhea Royce (my beloved) here because with her not having any POVs & all her actions being filtered through her kids' eyes is forcing me to not put a lot of her stuff that's harder to infer on page.

This will be wordy, I apologize in advance. This opened a flood gate I was unaware of.

Starting at the beginning, the opening was originally going to be way different. Before I figured out how I wanted to structure the fic, I had wanted to put a little...idk context? on the relationship with Rhea & Daemon & actually open up way earlier. What we have is a cold open, set a year after the death of Lord Yorbert Royce, where Daemon has been living permanently in King’s Landing for 3 years & its well-established the twins still like him & so Rhea brings them to see him sometimes. The OG opening, however, was going to be The Targaryen Visit after the twins' birth that I reference a few times.

Yorick did not know what that argument had been about, he did not want to burden mother with asking during her visits, but apparently Grandfather Yorbert had slapped Prince Daemon with the back of his hand before both men were wrestling on the high table until they had to be dragged apart. The prince had gone back to King’s Landing, tail between his legs, and only returned after the twins were born: the Targaryen trip to Runestone serving as both King Jaehaerys’s wish to see his great-grandchildren before his death and a way to force the apology of the Lord of Runestone. -- Yorick 3: Black and Bronze

"Now, you said yourself that Owen wasn't opposed to the next child being named for mother, none of that is as awkward as the old king looking you in the eye after you've explained wanting your fist son to have a Royce name, fully knowing he does not understand it, and then saying 'why are you all named like this?' Father told me he practically bit his tongue off to keep from asking why every third Targaryen is named Aegon." Aunt Rina descended into a fit of giggles before snorting, and then starting to laugh harder. A septa came and took Gavyn, letting her fully fold over to keep snickering at the unburied memory. "Oh Seven," she barely managed to get the words out between laughs, "I forgot it was King Jaehaerys!" Ella leaned forward in her chair, her arms rested on her knees. She had not heard the story of this first visit, at least not like this. She knew that Great-Grandfather Jaehaerys and Grandfather Baelon and Uncle Viserys and Aunt Aemma had come to visit when she and Yorick were born, and that all the men had fawned over Yorick…no one had ever said anything about this though. She furrowed her brows, listening quietly as her mother and aunt continued talking. "'What kind of name is Yorick Targaryen?'" Mother said, mocking whichever of father’s relatives had asked the question, "the one I picked." -- Rhaella 2: Family Ties

Ultimately, I am glad I didn't go with that, because a lot of finer details surrounding it have changed since I wrote chapter 1, but it makes some things get lost in the shuffle.

So the marriage.

I kind of make reference to it in the summary, but it's maybe not clear. At the start of things, Rhea was actually totally into the match. Because think about it: he's the grandson of a well-liked monarch, his grandmother was friends with her great-aunt, his dad was set to be heir to the throne (& his brother inheriting after that), his brother is married to their shared cousin who she has a great relationship with, he's her age (which, given Westeros, is kind of a miracle), he poses zero threat to her inheritance, & he's charismatic as all hell. They hadn't met before this, so she was jazzed, honestly! Then the wedding comes & she finds out he had to get drunk to want to sleep with her, he makes it clear the next day he regrets "getting it up and thinking of Westeros," & he resents her for the crime of *checks notes* not being Valyrian.

She did, initially, try to make Daemon like her, but it wasn't going anywhere, even after she obviously got pregnant from ther wedding night. So she abandoned delusion & just decided to match energies, because that's what she's good at. If at first you don't succeed in making your weird, inbred, nepo-baby husband like you...clap back. As soon as she didn't roll over & try even harder to make him like her/appease him, they mostly just fought or ignored each other, & things didn't really start deteriorating to the point we see in fic (and in 5 minutes of episode 5) until 1: a physical fight with Yorbert & 2: the twins were born not exactly how Daemon envisioned (see: both male & Distinctly Only Valyrian Looking).

Rhea has, pretty much, made peace with having a marriage of Mutual Resentment, but she still struggles with wanting more/better on occasion. Which, y'know, fair. She's been put in an incredibly exhausting situation of being a married single mom to 2 kids, & yet she really only gets to spend time with 1 because her selfish prick of a husband only sees their son as a tool to get what he wants.

“He insists on taking our son and doesn’t even spend enough time with him to know that’s horse shit?! Seven hells, why am I surprised? Why am I surprised?” Mother put her forehead in her hand, rubbing her temples with her fingers and thumb.

“The same reason everyone always is, the want for something better to be in him.” -- Rhealla 3: Bronze Fury

She isn't heartless or infallible, she wants, at the very least, partnership. She's not carrying any torches for him, but just the smallest crumb of (casual) intimacy & care would be nice. She still wants better than what she has.

There's also some projection issues. They're mostly minor (nothing as delusional as what Viserys has going on within my fic), & she's willing to listen to reason in regard to them, but they're there. Making peace does not mean coming out unscathed. 🤷🏻‍♀️

"With this kiss, I pledge my love, and take you for my lady wife."

While Elenda echoed Borros’s vow, Yorick glanced at his mother as she mumbled something under her breath. Her eyes were down, although he was not sure if they were on his brother in her lap or the floor, and her tight lips were curled ever so slightly.

"I think he will be good to her," Yorick whispered, "knowing Borros has been a comfort.” Lady Rhea looked at him, her face relaxing into a sad, gentle smile. As she looked back at Borros and Elenda, their lips parting with her focus finally returning to the ceremony, she squeezed Yorick’s hand. -- Yorick 4: Toppled Tower

Stuff like this is totally chill. Get reassured that "hey, this guy is fucking normal, he'll probably be at least friends with his wife" & just relax into knowing they'll be happy at least. It's all copacetic. She's a little less chill later...

"I had not intended for the confrontation to take quite that direction, regardless, there are still things we must discuss," Uncle Viserys walked towards them as he spoke, "in an effort to keep Daemon away from the throne, I will be naming Rhaenyra as my heir."

"And I will swear fealty to her, of course. You've no need to worry about my loyalties." Mother replied.

"Of course I have no reason to worry! And I suppose formalities must not be overlooked, even in the face of a betrothal. How would it look to the other Lords of The Realm if you were exempt, after all?" He said with a chuckle, good humor returning with each word he spoke.

"Betrothal?"

"Between Yorick and Rhaenyra."

"Oh!" Something akin to panic entered Lady Rhea’s amber eyes, and she faltered over her words for a moment before continuing. "Apologies, Your Grace, I thought Lord Boremund already told you."

"Told me what?"

"Last year we spoke of betrothing Yorick and Shireen. He spent so much time with you that I assumed he must have mentioned it. I would have said something before now had I known he left the matter to me." Ella fought to keep her face neutral as her mother lied. Why was she telling him this? She and Yorick were not going to have to get married, things like this could wait. -- Rhaella 5: First Blood

She basically sees a genderswapped version of her life flash before her eyes & voluntarily goes down into the trenches in order to fight for Yorick not to marry Rhaenyra. It's a baseless (if successful) attempt to save him from what she got saddled with: a marriage of mutual resentment. He and Rhaenyra are friends, they've only ever liked each other, but the fear was still there because "this is what happens when a Targaryen marries An Outsider," & mom instinct takes over. Imo: she did save him because a Yornyra marriage would be toxic as hell, but in universe no one fucking knows that. She just politically shot herself in the foot for zero reason.

Y e a h.

Rhea Royce, my beloved. She is the more functional parent who cares for her kids & tries to set healthy boundaries & give them functional relationships to people (& their dragons), but she has layers. Layers of resentment & complex love & long dead pining & irrevocably screwed up perceptions of things. She loves her family, she hates her husband, she wants something from him but she doesn't even know what that is anymore.

Your honor, I love her.

#asks #fic: sins of the father #sotf commentary

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hulking-godless-child-beast · 10 months

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kinda weird how the english language doesn’t differentiate between like, “my aunt who is my dad’s favorite beloved sister, she’s babysat me every other weekend for my entire life” and “my aunt who married my mom’s brother, they live on the other side of the country, I think I’ve met them like once”. idk I think it’d be fun and spicy if we used different words for family members based on how much we respect or like them

if I ever invent a fictional language I’m including suffixes that describe your relationship to the person being referred to, akin to adding “best” to “friend”. it wouldn’t be just family, it’d be relatively universal, because sometimes your neighbor or your teacher or whoever are more like family than your blood relations, and you want to be able to communicate that when you refer to them. Imagine hearing a child apply a suffix that denotes respect and fondness, to a teacher, but not to their own parents. Or the kind of moments of affirmation you could get when a kid switches from using “stepdad (tolerable)” to “stepdad (father)”. someone who never uses family-style relationship-suffixes because they don’t know what it feels like. A pair of friends chatting, using the same suffix for one’s abusive boss as the other’s parents whose house they can’t afford to move out of. Imagine the mutual friend of two people who use wildly different relationship-suffixes to refer to one another. a lovestruck fool having a slip of the tongue and calling someone “[name](romantic partner)” rather than “[name](friend)” like they’re supposed to.

at this point I’m thinking less of practicality and more of drama, but it would also be nice to be able to say “brother (derogatory)” and “neighbor (grandmother)” out loud without sounding too chronically online, because they just communicate so much in what could be a nice neat little package

#my posts #if nothing else it would've prevented one issue between a friend and I #to have different words for ''my brother (derogatory)'' and ''my brother (affectionate but mildly annoyed in this moment)''

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unionize-aromantically · 1 year

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I kinda want to figure out exactly what aro community terms/movements would be like in Norwegian.

off the top of my head there's

loveless

lovequeer

heartless

loveloose

amatopunk

relationship anarchy

I don't have a full idea of all these terms, I do think loveless and lovequeer probably are the most used ones. And I've seen people use loveless to mean different things (both not using love to describe yourself/your experiences and the seemingly basic idea that love doesn't make you human/isn't the whole point)

one thing here is that as a Norwegian I've only heard of this idea that "love is what makes you human" through aro communities. I assume it's a U.S. thing, but feel free to correct me if that's inaccurate.

In Norwegian one very relevant things on the topic of these communities, particularly relationship anarchy is that the word for boyfriend/girlfriend/enbyfriend is "kjæreste" which directly translates to "dearest", which may have some implications (I don't know that most people think about it, but one can see it). At least it's gender neutral.

I'll translate some more relationship, romantic and other arguably relevant terms for y'all.

forhold: relationship (any type, pretty much same usage as English afaik)

vennskap: friendship (venn -skap)

venn: friend

vennine: friends who are girls (mainly used by older folks, definitely in use)

kamerat: friends who are boys (same as previous)

klassekamerat: classmate. Uses boy version for people of all genders. usage is just like in English.

platonisk: platonic. I think it's taken from English. used a bit more rarely than in English.

type: slang for boyfriend. (also used as slang meaning "for example"/"such as")

dame: slang for girlfriend (also means lady/woman).

kjæreste: partner/gf/bf/nbf etc. literally means "dearest".

kj: abbreviation for "kjæreste", sometimes pronounced like K.J.

kjære deg: literally "dear you", sometimes said when trying to calm someone down. doesn't imply anything about a relationship, can even be used in a demeaning way. Can be used with partners too.

kjære: dear. like in English.

å holde noen kjær: caring about someone. includes romance, doesn't necessarily imply it. implies closeness (e.g. familial, platonic)

ektemann/mann: husband. literally means real + man. might have some implications on masculinity

kone: wife

kjærlighet: love (noun).

forelskelse/å forelske seg i noen: falling in love/to fall in love with someone. (for-elske)

å elske: to love, used about anything really, can be said platonically, carries more weight than liking something or someone

å like: to like, not really used about people in the same way as you would say you're "forelsket" in/with them. otherwise like English.

friendzone: friendzone is used as slang.

I guess I could add familial terms too, since I'm bored:

mor: mother

mamma: mom/mommy

far: father

Pappa: dad/daddy

søster: sister

bror: brother/bro

broder: bro (also used in religious context I think)

søsken: siblings (plural). you can technically say "et søsken", but it's not used much

mormor: maternal grandmother (mother's mother)

morfar: maternal grandfather (mother's father)

farmor: paternal grandmother (father's mother)

farfar: paternal grandfather (father's father)

bestemor: grandmother (usually used in place of either mormor or farmor depending on family)

bestefar: grandfather (same as previous)

kusine: girl cousin

fetter: boy cousin

tante: aunt

onkel: uncle

I'm not even trying the rest, idk what "søskenbarn", "niese" or "third cousin twice removed" means.

obviously language may be different different places in Norway and this is just what I could think of. Also, I've not lived anywhere English speaking just so that's said.

To be clear this is all Bokmål, there are some differences in Nynorsk (e.g. syster), but I think you can use most if not all these (excluding slang) there too.

#liam teaches norwegian to unsuspecting internet people #aroblogging #Norwegian aro #aromantisk #norsk aromantisk

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I was rewatching 1x08 and realised that during the Vaemond and Rhaenys exchange when she says "my cousin, the king" (my family and ally, Luke's grandfather) Vaemond responds with "it's not a king who sits the throne (dramatic pause) it's a queen". He could've gone with "it's a Hightower" which would drive the point he was trying to make (that the crown would take his side in the matter of the succession) or even "it's the queen", who is a Hightower and has personal history with Rhaenyra and Luke. Idk if I'm getting too hung up on semantics but it sounds like a dig at Rhaenys, like he saw the chance to insert that in the conversation and throw her off her game or something. It felt like the conversation suddenly shifted and wasn't about the greens being the ones in control and became about a queen being in power, which is weird cause the gender of the monarch doesn't really affect Luke's claim to Driftmark (the monarch being someone who doesn't want him to inherit does) so I can only assume he was trying to affect Rhaenys with his words. What do you think?

One of the things that struck me is the soft power that both Vaemond and Rhaenys use when it comes to familial names. The way they interchange from first names, to relationship, to using pure rank. It’s clear from the offing that this conversation is tense. In the most basic of ways, Vaemond is challenging the established way forward - aka Rhaenys has decreed they believe that Corlys will return, alive, until proven otherwise. He comes out of his shadowy little corner and contradicts Rhaenys’s plan of action. Sure, it’s a private affair, the Maester has gone, there’s only family there, but she’s still on the Driftwood Throne and he’s not giving that the respect it deserves and also he went against Baela saying Corlys was strong. So, Rhaenys comes out swinging: “I will not suffer the talk of crows in my house, Vaemond.”

Talk about strong openers: it’s HER house. It has been for six years, since Corlys left, and yet her authority is questioned still at least in this matter. At least, by Vaemond. She won’t have it. And Vaemond, within the sphere of ruling Driftmark and running House Velaryon, is nothing. No knighthood, no pleasantries, no familial bond or notion of friendship. Just his name and his otherness. It’s a little like later on in the episode, where Viserys uses his first name. It’s a reduction, in context. Rhaenys has more power. And fair enough, Vaemond sticks to his guns, doubles-down on the reality that Corlys might be dead. Though whether that’s his realism and pragmatism over his succession-radar dinging to high heaven, who can say...

Familiar ties are introduced then: Vaemond calls Corlys his brother (none of them ever call him by his first name, which is intriguing to me for some inexplicable reason), Baela calls Rhaenys her grandmother. THEN we get to the battle of “husband”. Vaemond says that Rhaenys in charge due to the “absence of her husband.” - it’s fine. It’s true. It’s enough. It’s a little sexist lesson directed at Baela about the way things are mean to go. He continues, to Baela, that the seat passes on Corlys’s death and THEN Rhaenys interupts him. It’s not his job to teach Baela or his place to patronise her. And whatever way he’s going, he’s wrong. As she expresses by saying the seat passes to Luce: “as is my lord husband’s desire.” - not just husband, as Corlys’s most recent moniker was. It’s hiding behind the officiousness, the formality, the power she has on that Throne. It’s detatched, and it’s detached for a reason. The focus isn’t on “husband” and therefore wife/woman, but on “lord” as in lady, as in nobility, as in in charge, ffs Vaemond, sit your ass down.

And then Vaemond pushes it, and Rhaenys gets angry. But it’s more than that, because she also speaks the kindest she has ever spoken to Vaemond, as much as she still remains detached. Vaemond makes his allusions to Luce’s true heritage and Rhaenys says: “Be careful, good-brother.” As much as he’s a git, she does care. She is warning him, as plainly as she can, and she can’t do it plainly because to discuss it is treason or approaching it, and there is, again a wonder on Baela’s perception of all of this, but anyway - she calls him good-brother. It’s emotive. And in turn, he calls her by her first name. He calls her: “Rhaenys”. In that moment, they’re being as candid as they can. He’s not talking to her in the role she inhabits, sat on that throne, but as a woman, as a human being with an opinion which he is certain of. He walks forwards before he says it, he crowds into her space as much as he can from their positions and it’s imploring. The subtext is there: be honest, stand with me, work with me. She can’t give him that. All she can give him is warnings and the loyalty she feels for him as much as she does for her Targaryen roots. She’s stuck between two positions. Two heads. Two hearts.

And she chooses her path. She reminds him that she cannot be apolitical in this, or unfeeling, or totally Velaryon. And she shows that as well as also showing, again, the power she has with her family ties: “My cousin, the King,” - Rhaenys could have just said “The King”, but she chooses to say what he is to her, and demonstrate that bond. Whether that’s apologetic because she can’t back Vaemond, or whether its a threat of potential favours she could call in if he pursues this... again, it’s unclear. It could be both, at the same time. Either way, it’s a power move. It’s something to straighten her spine and tell Vaemond.

But this time it’s Vaemond that does sort of win. And he reduces her back to a woman rather than ruler by ending it and calling her: “good-sister.” - it’s saying that the Targaryen family she has cannot help her, if she puts her faith in them. But she has her Velaryon roots and she can still choose to stand by him as well and back his claim. It’s demonstrating the conflict of loyalties and the choice that she has to wrestle with throughout that episode. You see it when we stick with her on that final parting shot, as she just breathes out and breaks eye contact with Vaemond.

BUT I realise that’s not at all what you asked, so excuse me for my little ramble, I just like words a lot and so I get excited when I have the opportunity to gab about them. You wanted to know whether his use of “a Queen” was a dig at Rhaenys - I’m not entirely sure I agree. I can see why you read that and the argument you make has definite merit. But I believe it is just about telling us about Alicent’s power in a dramatic fashion, rather than about gender. Alicent isn’t portrayed as a ruling Queen - in the scene where the ‘trial’ begins, it’s Otto sitting on the Throne.

I think the power of those words come from it being Alicent. One thought that struck me whilst writing this is Eve giving an interview about Episode 09 and the scene she has with Alicent, about how Rhaenys hadn’t really given her much thought prior to that, and doesn’t really know her mettle. So when Vaemond says that, he’s introducing an element of risk and kind of saying that Alicent is a bit of a wildcard because Rhaenys doesn’t have enough information to factor her in or know what her ultimate aim is. And I also think that “a Queen” is a little bit synonymous at this point with a larger collective of power, with the Small Council running things. The Queen running things is almost like a smokescreen and what Vaemond is alluding to is this sense of conspiracy. AND the fact that he knows all of this, despite them being in High Tide, speaks to his confidence and betrays his communication with the Small Council and Alicent. Plus, from a writer’s perspective, it’s a great flipping line to end on.

In that moment, Rhaenys is on the backfoot, and he knows something she doesn’t. Or, at least, he knows more than she does on a subject. That’s my two cents on it. But the whole scene is a wonderful battle of wills, opinions and subtext. It’s a conversation close to ignition.

#rhaenys targaryen

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