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lya-dustin · 1 year

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Someone will remember us

Chapter 18

Taglist:@fyeahhotdocs @arrthurpendragon @stargaryenx

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Cw: mentions of marital rape, loss of virginity, descriotion of stillbirth and Aemma has an atonic seizure

“Do we have to, I already know how babies are made, mama.”

If it isn’t obvious, Aemma is doing everything to stop her mother from speaking. She had covered her ears and tried to run away, but her mother remains adamant that this conversation happens.

“Yes, I need to make sure you will not be leaving here an innocent little fool.” It is rather mean of her to say it, but she supposed her mother is terrified she will repeat her mistakes.

“When I was four and ten, I became infatuated with a young knight and by the time I was eight and ten I believed myself in love with him and gave him my maidenhead.” The Princess of Dragonstone invites her to sit on the bed and begins her tale of caution. “It was Ser Criston Cole, before you ask.”

Oh no.

Her mother used to be in love with Criston Cole.

But how, he loathed her so much he transferred that hate to her children. It must be some other knight.

It makes no sense.

“Then why do people say you lost your maidenhead to Daemon?” the teenage princess asked.

“Because he took me to his favorite brothel with the intention of seducing me only for him to change his mind. And because he changed his mind, I believed it was a sign that what I felt for Ser Criston was love of that sort.” Her mother explains looking down at the rings on her fingers.

She twists her rings when she is anxious, and embarrassed and waiting for the sting of rejection.

“Was your first time nice at least?” Aemma has no idea what to ask her mother. She knows whatever they had ended very badly given he hates her mother and her mother occasionally feels guilt for what she did to him, but they will circle back to that eventually.

“That is your first question, daughter?” her mother chuckles in surprise.

“I would like to at least know one woman who’s first time was not the stuff of nightmares. Gives me hope that I won’t suffer like Hel has.” Daughter leans against her mother’s shoulder as she confides something that makes her fear for her own future.

Helaena had had her twin children and because two were not enough, she was forced to lie still as Aegon rutted on top of her.

Had that been Aemma, she would have sliced his throat open with the knife Daemon has taught her to use for her defense.

“Criston was everything a maiden could dream of. He was gentle, made me feel loved and safe and I do really hate that my experience is not universal, if I am being honest.” Her mother answered her question at last.

“Was it the same with Harwin?” Aemma asked. Harwin had been a fixture in her life for as long her father had been. He loved mother, it had been plain to see, but mother has always been guarded with her heart, so Aemma wonders if it had been an infatuation that got out of hand like she has implied her dalliance with Cole was.

“In a way, yes, but the difference was that with Harwin, I knew that what I felt for him was true and that he would not hate me for having so little to give him. Criston wished to wed me and for me to simply set aside my responsibilities to the realm because he felt that I owed him that.” She explained. “Harwin knew that I was Princess of Dragonstone before I am a woman and did not expect more than I was free to give.”

Aemma wondered if Aemond would hate her after she stopped sending letters to him through her correspondence with Helaena.

Did he hate her? Did he give into the hatred his mother feels for Rhaenyra and her children?

Was Aemma being forced to repeat her mother’s mistakes with Aemond?

Was Aemond to be her Criston?

She doesn’t want to turn into her mother, her mother who has been taking fertility elixirs to conceive another child after she saw Daemon look too intently at a pretty Lyseni woman with the envoy of the Rogare Bank in Lys.

“We aren’t truly free, Aem, we just have longer leashes than most highborn girls. If my father had only betrothed me to Harwin instead of your father, Laenor would still be here.” The Princess of Dragonstone admitted to her only daughter. “But I suppose if I had never married Laenor, you may have never been born, and my life would have a gap it could never fill.”

“You would be at your wits end with only five boys, mama. There would be no matching dresses, no dolls you have secretly kept because you missed me---“Aemma tries to lighten up the mood and succeeded in making her mother smile.

“When I was little, I always asked my own mama for a sister, I remember when you always asked for one and yet you were never disappointed when you saw your new brothers. Perhaps I can end this chapter of my life just how it started, with a baby girl with my eyes and her father’s hair.” Mother whispers, afraid of jinxing herself. “Imagine, a little Visenya waiting for you when you come back.”

Mother has never lost a child, but at four and thirty, Gerardys had been watching her like a hawk since she said she wanted to have another child.

Syrax had yet to lay more eggs, she had coiled recently and she was nesting now. Soon enough, there will be a clutch of eggs for Aegon, Viserys and the baby.

She feels a chill even if her rooms are always warm and Aemma knows what comes next.

“Do not fret, but I am having a fit.” Aemma whispers as her head comes to rest on her mother’s shoulder and she braced herself for the visions that come with it.

She sees Syrax roaring in agony as mother pushes a dead baby girl from her womb.

Just as quickly as it came, it passes and Aemma knows she cannot tell her mother that the Visenya she dreams of will never be.

----

Cregan Stark is handsome, with gray eyes that remind her of her father’s armor, dark hair that looked more black than brown and a baby son who had lost his mother the night he was born.

He looks handsome if a bit too stern in his portrait.

He is not bringing baby Rickon, but his latest portrait has him holding his infant son. He smiles in it, and the envoy who gave it to her told her it was a sketch done by his sister, Sara Snow.

“At least he is handsome. Your children will be beautiful, Aem.” Rhaenys tries her best to make her granddaughter agree to the match.

They need the Starks happy, they need a good strong husband who will die for her if need be.

Cregan Stark was that man.

“It isn’t fair, you married for love and now you ask I give up my dream of having a love like the one you and grandfather have.” Her grandchild said fiddling with the sapphire she wears.

“He went to the ends of the world to prove his worth and your mysterious suitor has yet to even show his face. We do not marry cowards in this family.” The Queen Who Never Was reminds her sharply.

Corlys would be able to talk sense into this willful child, she thinks.

But Corlys, her untamable Corlys had gone chasing after a lead in the Stepstones.

Six years since Laenor was murdered under their own roof and he still refuses to stop looking for Qarl Correy.

He wants revenge, not justice.

If he wanted justice he would have come home and made Daemon’s life a living hell.

Rhaenyra was too soft to kill Laenor, it had to have been him who did it. Why else seek a ship going across the Narrow Sea? Why else bribe Correy to kill him?

Stark would protect and cherish Laenor’s girl. Stark would butcher any man who dared to come for her. Stark will never use her for his own gain.

“If I were to find a man who loves me for me and wished to marry me, would you support me eloping with him like you did with Aunt Laena?” Aemma asked putting the portraits back on the low table in front of them.

“If he is worthy of you, I will host the wedding in our sept and drag Corlys here to give you away.” It will never happen.

Her grandchild will marry in the Godswood in Winterfell and in the Dragonpit as befits her station.

Aemma will have the grand wedding Laena was denied.

----

Kingslanding is somehow darker than she remembers.

Somber and decaying as if it were not being maintained enough.

No fanfare, no parade or anything. There is not even a fucking sign that they are readying for a nameday tourney and the arrival of the Lord Paramount of the North.

“The Lord Hand ordered there be no welcoming party. The king is too ill to leave his bed and the queen has not left his side.” The queen’s handmaiden replied when asked why.

“I mislike this, your highness, protocol dictates that members of the royal family be received with all that is owed to their station. You should have the Court waiting to receive you, not some bastard servant girl.” Erryk said looking with suspicion at the skeleton staff kept in the Dragonpit.

The Dragonpit had rooms and all that was needed for a dragonrider to live in, Daemon as the second son had lived there and established his own household before leaving to the Stepstones.

Strange, the Dragonpit was loosely guarded and the restrictions on the dragons themselves were far too oppressive. Dreamfyre, the most serene of the dragons is chained like a criminal in her cave like stall.

This is what happens when you have people who do not understand dragons rule the realm. Lyonel Strong never let things get this bad.

She is to change out of her riding leathers and into a dress suitable for a carriage ride to the Red Keep, but Aemma has a different idea.

“Goodwife Talya, have my horse readied, I wish for the people to see me before the court does.” The Pearl of Dragonstone orders with a radiant smile.

“Her grace said we must follow the Lord Hand’s orders, your highness, I cannot do such a thing.” The servant girl stammered before Teora overruled her and had them bring out the bay mare she had bought before coming here.

“I do not come here not as the King’s eldest granddaughter, but as the Court Representative of the Princess of Dragonstone and the Crownlands.” Aemma stands her ground and removes the hood of her riding jacket to reveal Princess Alyssa’s circlet.

At her tourney she will wear the crown of Alysanne and then they will know there is absolutely no fucking way the Queen’s Party will get their grasping hands on the Iron Throne.

“Do as she says, tell mother I decided Princess Aemma should ride with me back to the Red Keep and not scurry like a criminal to court.” Aemond is smiling or appears to be doing so. It is difficult to tell with his curved mouth.

He is wearing the eye patch looking like a swashbuckling Valyrian Pirate instead of a regal prince, but Aemma knows beneath the leather is the twin to the necklace she wears beneath her riding leathers.

“You have my gratitude, Prince Aemond, but I assure you it takes more than Goodwife Talya to stop me.” She curtsies as he bows, Aemma doesn’t have to do that, but everything is different now.

“You reek of dragon, niece.” His mouth quirks in a half-smile. There is something off about him. He seems to think they are fine.

He acts as if he wasn’t the one who did not write to her.

“As do you, I could smell Vhagar before you even came in.” Aemma wanted to kiss his stupid lips. But proper princess do not greet people with a kiss on the lips.

Aemond is man now, nearly seven and ten. If they wished to marry no one could stop them as both were of age now.

He is taller now, and just as always, Aemma is just a hair shorter than him. He is handsome, even if a bit too angular for what is considered handsome in this time, but even then, he makes her heart race.

And it’s in an empty sitting room that Aemma gets the courage to steal a kiss from him.

#aemma velaryon #asoiaf fanfic #house of the dragon #someone will remember us fic #asoiaf au #oc fanfiction #ocappreciationtag #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #fyeahhotdocs

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outlawarya · 1 year

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Hi! I was wondering if Meera here is Ellie Kendrick? She looks so familiar

https://at.tumblr.com/outlawarya/the-starks-are-by-far-the-most-prolific-family-in/1zpm7v8md8sy

hi! sorry for taking so long to answer, apparently tumblr hates me and didn't notify about you ask.

and yes, that is ellie kendrick! that's her in itv's vanity fair, where she appears very little, unfortunetly (someone pls give ellie kendrick a main character!!!)

#i really like this adaptation of vanity fair #also ellie loml<3 #i can never fancast meera bc i love ellie too much #but it's SO HARD to find footage and pictures of her sometimes #answered ask #autictictylerkennedy

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nobleriver · 11 months

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Six Questions

I was tagged by @sonickedtrowel, sorry for the delay sonic! I meant to get to it sooner.

Last Song: Running Home by Cochren & Co.

Last Show: Chicago PD (I saw a doomed ship and just had to watch, sank even faster than I expected 😂 why can’t I be attracted to the fluffy ones that end happily??)

Currently Watching: Nothing tbh. I’m waiting for The Witcher to drop. I need to finish Manifest. Start The Diplomat (I saw strained marriage in the synopsis and said say less, I love married love stories. Why do you think I ship doctorriver so hard?)

Currently Reading: James Patterson’s The Girl in the Castle; Gillian Flynn’s Gone Girl; Agatha Christie's Endless Night

Current Obsession: Doctor Who. River Song. It’s this site’s fault.

Unrelated Obsession: Manga (tbh tho, i can only handle one at a time, so manga is back to normal levels, it’s a fun pastime and Doctor Who has taken over. Again.) :D

Language Learning - Korean. Spanish.

Tagging (without pressure): @spacewives-in-spacetime @expelliarmus @outlawarya @thebraxiatelcollection @doctor-who-binge @whogirl42 @whoify

#text #fun games #doctor who #river song

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gaal-dornick · 3 years

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KIKI LAYNE as Princess Meeka in COMING 2 AMERICA (2021), costume design by Ruth E. Carter

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niccolos · 3 years

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KIKI LAYNE in Paris, France at UGC Ciné-Cité Les Halles in January 2019 for If Beale Street Could Talk (2018)

#klayneedit #dailywomen #femaledaily #wocedit #dailywoc #wonderfulwoc #togcastedit #kiki layne #usermelissa #tuservi #outlawarya #usercacau #userjui #tuserceleste #mine*#**#she is the MOMENT

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bookersebastien · 3 years

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Could you tell us about Booker and Nicky's friendship too?

we really don’t talk about these two enough

petty motherfuckers

esp petty with each other

oh sorry booker no i didnt know i left a knife on the bed or no nicky i wasnt aware those were your leftovers

nicky and booker butchering each other’s languages when they’re annoyed at the other, and some very americanized pronunciation of the word ‘croissant’ on nicky’s part

will argue about the dumbest shit ever and will go to extreme lengths to prove themselves correct which is how the team ended up in southern mexico so nicky could prove what color the safehouse walls are

sorry nicky but joe agrees with booker that they are more green than brown, and no way he can argue with joe

consistently compete and feel the need to one up each other (hence the bets) and it’s resulted in many rules because andy is sick of their shit

one time they bet who would win in a race down the stairs of the eiffel tower, nicky tripped booker who promptly fell all the way down and died on impact

after an extremely loud argument in several languages they went again and booker won but nicky refuses to pay him because booker's height is an unfair advantage (its been 50 years)

if joe and booker are the worlds best bullshitters, nicky and booker are the "fuck around and find out” gang

when in a situation where they’re undercover and speaking to the mark and they get any kinds of suspicious, they immediately start complaining about them and their business, putting on extreme versions of their accents to really pull the ‘pretentious european’ vibe

popular topics: their clothing, nationality, that those aren’t mints in the bathroom, the fact that their mothers are probably disappointed in them

intimidation station

nickys stare + bookers size? no one dares fuck with them on the street

as ive said before, these two are responsible for every single stray that's ever ended up in their safehouses for the nights they are there and the ones responsible for the missing money which they use to leave food out for the rest of the strays

andy has definitely come home to them covered in cat fur as nicky is on bookers shoulders trying to get one of them off the top of the cabinet

italian vs. french rivalry is real

food, language, culture, it's all fair game to insults, yes booker has been called a crusty baguette and it started a war which resulted in no less than 15 insults being banned from being used

nicky probably tries to get booker to eat healthier, bc while nicky definitely appreciates fast food, booker you can't just eat fries and whiskey please eat a single lettuce

i like to think they cook together, i think booker is probably a good cook but it’s not something he does much anymore, not since becoming immortal really but nicky shared his love of cooking and occasionally they cook something together, finding old recipes from their homelands

covers booker with a blanket anytime he wakes up early to find him passed out half off the couch but also definitely takes a picture first

love to go antique shopping, booker is a surprisingly good negotiator

#teentitantruefriend #userkayla #tuservi #tuseradriana #usernicolo #usercacau #userhegel #userlyde #moonlightandromache #swquser #the old guard #sebastien le livre #nicolo di genova #tog hcs #usrbkr hm #outlawarya #in true fashion posting this late at night lol #usertriz #ask

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thcrin · 4 years

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Hamilton��‘2020′ mood

#hamiltonedit #hamilfilmedit #broadwayedit #theatreedit #filmedit #musicaledit #stevenrogered #outlawarya #quicksiluers #hamilton #mu: hamilton #this just gets funnier and funnier until i'm not really laughing anymore lol #2020 #covid-19 #1k

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alkaysani-archived · 3 years

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For @blood-suits-and-tears – I hope you like this one, love. It has few of your favourite things, Kaysanova, Booker and my very own Booklet, Joseph. Happy birthday darling! May it be the best birthday yet!

*** a follow up on sir, hold my hand – where “Mr. Icky” aka Nicky helps little Joseph find his “Unca Yufu” and Papa, aka Yusuf and Sebastien, and ends up tripping into meeting a stranger who captivates him in a way that maybe, akin to falling in love ***

aka the return of Mr Icky and Unca Yufu

read on ao3 here

from me, to future you

They find Joseph’s Papa, and Nicky bids them goodbye not long after that.

But not before Yusuf tugs on his hand, as it remain in his, and smiles at him softly.

“You need to take my number,” he says, voice gentle, as he gives Nicky’s phone back to him. He had used it to contact Sebastien after his own had died, like planned. “I’ve already entered it in your phone, but I want you to send me a text so I have a nice surprise when it turns back on again.”

Nicky feels his mouth go dry as he takes the phone, and looks down. He swipes through his contacts and sure enough there’s a new entry.

Yusuf “Joe/Yufu” al Kaysani.

He snorts, and finds himself writing a message as requested, almost immediately.

Hi, it’s Nicolò “Nicky/Icky” di Genova. Dinner sometime?

Nicky sends it and pockets the phone immediately, and looks up at Yusuf tilting his head curiously.

“What did you say to my future self?” he asks, and Nicky grins. This man is adorable.

“Your future self would just have to wait and see,” he replies, smoothly, he hopes, and Yusuf lets out a soft whining sound before nodding and squeezing his hand again, before finally, finally letting go.

And already, Nicky misses it.

What?

“Oh I’m definitely looking forward to it,” Yusuf says, before winking at him, and then turning to jog towards where Sebastien and Joseph are, the two of them waving at Nicky then, Joseph bouncing and grinning, little curls bouncing with him.

“Fank ‘oo for hep, Mista Icky!” he screams, and Nicky laughs, unable to help it.

“You’re most welcome, Joseph. Nice to meet you!” he says, and Sebastien grins.

“Oh I’m sure we’ll be seeing more of you!” he says, and just narrowly avoids a slap on the head from Yusuf just as Nicky flushes red.

It only takes about half an hour before he gets a text message from Yusuf.

Hello, Nicolò. Dinner sounds wonderful. Meet me tomorrow at this park around 5:30PM and we’ll walk together? Let’s go down James Street.

There’s a pin on the park close his own workplace, which is about a 15 minute walk to James Street, a street lined with the best places to have dinner at. Nicky stares at the message, feeling like Yusuf can somewhat read his mind, or is just the most perfect person to exist.

Nicky blinks.

Oh no, he definitely has it bad. He can hear Quynh giggling in his head, and he honestly can’t wait to see her over the weekend to tell her all about this dinner that hasn’t even happened yet.

He smiles, and then swipes to reply, and when he walks to the kitchen to make something to eat, he feels like he’s bouncing.

I can’t wait, Yusuf. See you very soon.

***

“MR. ICKY!”

Nicky blinks, and then laughs when he sees Joseph running towards him, his Papa and Yusuf right behind him. Well, it’s more like waddling, little fat chubby legs just working overtime to get to where he is. He meets him majority of the way, and crouches immediately to greet him, smiling.

“Hello, Joseph!” he greets, and finds himself making an “oof” sound when the child barrels right into him, hugging him tight around the neck. Nicky keeps them both balanced, and smiles when the child pulls away.

“Unca Yufu shays you has a date wif him! Wassa date? Ish it fun? Josefee hash date wif you next?” Joseph asks, and Nicky chuckles, glancing at Sebastien and Yusuf now, who are both smiling down at them.

“Well, we can definitely have that arrange, I think? Do you mind if hold you?” he asks, and immediately, Joseph beams, nodding with bright eyes that are not unlike his Papa’s.

“You asky wike Papa anna Unca! Yesh pease, Mista Icky,” he says, and Nicky smiles, taking Joseph gently in his arms and standing up, walking closer to the other men.

“Your son just asked me out on a date,” Nicky says to Sebastien who grins, punching Yusuf on the shoulder lightly, who whines, pouting a little.

“My son’s got game, Joe, and he’s after yours,” Sebastien says, with such pride and Yusuf shakes his head.

“Hush up, Book. Baby, Nicky’s my date,” he explains, motioning for his godson now, and Nicky gives him with a smile, watching closely. Joseph giggles and nods, poking Yusuf on the cheek with a grin.

“I knows. Buh I go wif him afta. Unca, I foun’ Mista Icky,” he says, and Nicky finds that he’s completely enamoured with the child, smiling.

“Baby, technically, he found you,” Sebastien starts, but Joseph is shaking his head fiercely, his curls slapping his Uncle on the cheek, who just takes it to stride like it happens all the time.

“Nu! I did!” Joseph exclaims, and Nicky nods then.

“Actually, that’s true. He approached me and asked me for my help, while I was on my lunch. So, he did find me,” he says in a soft voice, and he finds Sebastien smiling at him, while Yusuf out right grins, before turning his attention back to Joseph, who is all puffed up at being proven right.

“Well then. My apologies, dear godson. May I go on a date with Mr. Nicky first?” Yusuf asks, tone actually apologetic, pouting at the child who was giggling at him, and nodding, leaning in to kiss his forehead.

“Oh cosh, Unca! Anna we go afta, yesh, Papa?” he says, to which Sebastien just nods.

“Of course. Maybe we can go to the art museum?” he suggests, and Nicky smiles, tilting his head at Joseph who looks at him with excitement.

“I’d love to go.”

Yusuf nudges his godson’s cheek then with his nose, blinking at him. Nicky glances at Sebastien to find him rolling his eyes with a smile on his face.

“May I join the date at the art museum?” Yusuf asks, and Joseph doesn’t even hesitate, he nods, and plants another kiss on his godfather’s forehead.

“Yesh, oh cosh! ‘ow yous go wif Mista Icky!” he says, extending his arms towards his Papa now. Yusuf relents his hold, and plants a kiss on Joseph and Sebastien’s forehead then, the man just smiling as he holds his kid.

“Have him home by 10PM!” Sebastien grins, winking at Nicky as he blushes, again. Yusuf squawks beside him, but Nicky just grabs his hand then, and waves at Joseph, who was frantically waving then as his Papa starts to walk.

“Say bye-bye, Uncle Yufu,” he whispers to Yusuf, who laughs, waving in unison with him now.

“I’ll see you soon!” he says, and they do it until Sebastien rounds the corner. Only then does Nicky turn to Yusuf, to find the man already looking at him and smiling.

“You and your family are hilarious,” Nicky says to him, and Yusuf throws his head back in laughter, squeezing his hand and pulling him then to walk towards the direction of James Street.

“They’re ridiculous but I love them. We go for walks together after work every other day, and I didn’t want to miss it, hence meeting here,” Yusuf explains, and Nicky shakes his head.

“It was nice seeing them both again,” he whispers, smiling. “Being called Mr. Icky keeps me humble.

With a snort, Yusuf squeezes his hand again and flashes him a smile that Nicky already adores.

“Thank you for asking my future self, now past self, to go to dinner, Nicolò,” he whispers, and Nicky finds himself staring then, for a moment, before nodding and nudging the man slightly on the arm, then slipping his arm under his and holding close. How adorable.

"You're adorable," he says aloud, and Yusuf just chuckles.

He feels a kiss on his forehead then, feels Yusuf melt against him, and Nicky can’t help but feel like he’s floating this time. Closer and closer to this man that he just met.

“You’re most welcome, Yusuf.”

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