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unlesshouse · 8 months

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More Than Everything

Mother!Rhaenyra Targaryen x daughter!reader

Headcanon of what it would be like if Rhaenyra Targaryen were your mother.

A/N: Something cute that I dedicated my whole heart to for you guys, just to make it clear that if there are mistakes in writing, know that I don't speak fluent English, so forgive me for the mistakes below.

Well... enjoy and I really hope you like it!

As Rhaenyra's only girl child, you would be spoiled brats before you were even born.

The news of Rhaenyra's pregnancy was announced at a rare gathering between her family and her father's; Viserys Targaryen.

Viserys's wife, Alicent Hightower, reacted with disdain as for her and her children another child that Rhaenyra carried did not make much difference in their routines.

Rhaenyra didn't care much about her stepmother's reaction, for her, her father's support, her husband's love and her children's sweetness when they learned of the new child's arrival was enough.

When the sex was informed, Rhaenyra Targaryen was infinitely happy because she wanted you to be a girl, in addition to asking the gods that you came into the world healthy and without complications at birth.

Your birth was the longest and most laborious of Rhaenyra's life, she has had a total of five strong, healthy boys but never before has she worked as hard to push them out as she has with you. However, with a lot of effort and tears you were born, kicking and crying as if the world was going to collapse right there you came and in good health.

The woman took her in her arms, feeling the relief of her pain and the happiness of a more than proud mother. Rhaenyra Targaryen had felt the warmth of her little body in her arms and that feeling of joy and love overflowed in her chest, she swore to protect her with her life if necessary.

Her first years as the little princess of the house had been the happiest of her life. Rhaenyra had named you after one of the governesses of the seven states of Westeros; Visenya Targaryen.

You grew up wearing the finest and most beautiful gowns that your father, Daemon Targaryen, bought just for you. She spoiled you as she spoiled her sisters; Rhena and Baela. Daemon hired painters to color his room the richest shades of pink, from rosé to pink. He also insisted on learning how to build a tree house by hand without needing help from a trained employee just to spend time with you, because that was what you asked for with the most pleading eyes of the doe in the world.

Rhaenyra had never seen her husband build something from scratch, coming from a privileged family she never imagined that Daemon could fulfill her tastes and build the tree house exactly as you asked.

When you were six years old, you accompanied your mother when she needed to go shopping. Not that Rhaenyra liked going out to do chores that clearly an employee of her family could do, but she imagined that moments together with you would be marked in her memory forever.

She always dressed you in clothes from the color charts that matched hers. She liked bold, dark colors, like a purple or crimson blaze and tight black skirts. You wore little purple or lilac dresses and when Rhaenyra wore scarlet red you wore strawberry red.

Rhaenyra always thought it was cute the way you asked her for anything, your mother adored you and never denied you anything. At a picnic where Viserys and Otto Hightower agreed to invite the whole family, Viserys' wife didn't hold her tongue and criticized Rhaenyra's misguided parenting "After so many children and you, dear, never learned to be firm and set boundaries Your daughter?" In one simple sentence, what was supposed to be a fun trip turned into a turbulent exchange of barbs between Viserys's wife and his eldest daughter.

Rhaenyra decided to return home ahead of schedule, picking you up in her arms and moving away from the woman who was looking at her with a lot of contempt and coldness in her gaze.

As the years pass and you get older, Rhaenyra worries about your sudden mood swings. After turning sixteen years old, you started to wear shorter and more provocative clothes, go out without permission and come back when you wanted, spend Daemon's unlimited Amex card on useless things and get involved with bad people. "I'll talk to her, Daemon, no need to worry." Rhaenyra reassured the man who was dangling his right knee impatiently and completely irritated by her actions. "You better talk to her, or else I'll have to impose punishments that you and she won't like."

her mother tried to convince her to change, as much as she sees her own adolescence in you, she sees that also imposing limits has to be necessary. Her words were more than reproachful, Rhaenyra wants her well more than anyone else in the world, so she advises her only daughter of the consequences of her actions. "The dragon's blood runs in your veins as it runs in mine, but we are women, our consequences are crueler, the world is crueler to us. Think about this carefully if you don't want to take the worst path."

Rhaenyra lets you see with your own eyes the alternatives you should follow, she is not controlling and wants above all that you make your own decisions on your own. She will guide you to become a strong woman, but she will also allow the credit to be completely hers.

With age, problems that were once trivial are now more complex. There is the college and the path you must take. Rhaenyra will feel before everyone around her that you are different, she is more frustrated, more silent and serious. Her warm smiles at dinner parties are rare now, and she gets it. "Don't worry honey, Visenya is fine, it's just adulthood for everyone." Daemon said in a mocking tone one day when Rhaenyra commented on her recent concern about you, it was a brief conversation but it served as a lesson to her that only she could help her in her own little world.

Rhaenyra asked you out one night, she knocked on your bedroom door as you finished your studies and got ready for bed. "Mom, it's almost nine at night and I'm tired, I've studied all afternoon for exams so I'm going to decline your invitation." You said in a heartbreaking monotone Rhaenyra who sighed in the doorway and smiled sadly at you. "I know you're tired and the exams are close, I also know that you don't know exactly which way to go and if it's going to work to make us proud, but I love you regardless of whether you get into the best college in the country or not. You've never failed me and you never will, we're made to try and persist, fail countless times and that's what makes us human Now please let's dance, drink and think about it later, I promise I'll make this night for you the best of all, sweetheart."

The smile that formed on her lips upon hearing her mother's words was much more than sincere, it was genuine and warm. You loved your mother above all else, that was the only thing on your mind at that moment. "Okay, I will, but we're not staying all night, okay, Mom?" You warned her and she burst out with a hearty laugh at you, the lavender eyes characteristic of her family's ethnicity for generations shining like two amethysts. "It's up to you!"

The night was young and when you saw it, you were dancing next to your mother at the door of the house when she was trying to hit the key hole. "Is it difficult there?" You laughed still swaying as if you were still on the dance floor to make your mother lose her temper and let out a short curse word causing you to burst out laughing. "Come on, let me help you, granny." You scoffed taking the keys from her hands and Rhaenyra patted her shoulder jokingly scolding you laughing at herself too. "Respect me girl, who created you?" Her voice is slurred and you laugh even harder when the door opens. "You, Mommy." You reply still mocking like you did in the past when you spent more time with her.

Rhaenyra was laughing not just because of the alcohol but also because she hadn't felt this happy in months with her.

Days passed and you took the exams to compete for the best university in Westeros, the results came out and you went to check your email being accompanied by your mother, father and two older brothers who were anxiously awaiting the answer. "Well... I PASSED!" you screamed in ecstasy being grabbed tightly by Rhaenyra who lifts you into her arms in a tight bear hug. "I knew I could, how proud I am of you, my dear!" She whimpers and then you return the tight hug feeling all the emotions welling up in you "I love you mom, most of all..."

Not many more words were needed to describe the whirlwind of happy feelings you both felt, she knew you were grateful to her for all the years of companionship, friendship and dedication she had with you in your development, and you knew that she was very proud of whether you passed or not, she loved you unconditionally.

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#rhaenyra targaryen #house of the dragon #platonic #queen rhaenyra #team black #house targaryen #rhaenyra x reader #platonic!reader

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bitchyglitterfox · 2 years

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Remember Me - Jace x Sister!Reader

Warning: Spoilers for episode 10: the black queen, talks of death and mourning. Siblings supporting Siblings, jacerys x reader and a smidgen of Jace × reader × Luke sibling style ❤️ , angst and love. As Dia De Los Muertos approaches ima be writing more of these types

A/n: I had to write this the moment I finished the season finale like i could not not write it! But here's the little blurb I wrote. It got me all in the feels.

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News of your little brother's death had just arrived, he had been killed riding Arrax being followed by your uncle Aemond, an accident they say.

The moment your step father tells your

mother she turns away from the council, once your mother shows her face to the room once more it is stoic, however you notice the tear that falls down her face.

"That fucking bastard" you mutter out. You however are not as stoic with your emotion, you grab your sword and head towards your dragon, the rage over your brother's death is written all over your face.

You are going to kill your once betrothed, your uncle Aemond and show him the same mercy he showed Luke.

A hand grabs your forearm, stopping you in your tracks. You turn and see your younger brother Jace.

"Y/n, don't. Don't do anything reckless, I can't lose you too" he says with tears beginning to form in his eyes.

"Oh Jace," you put your hands on both of his cheeks, "I promise, come with me then, let us leave our queen and father"

You grab his hand and lead him out of the battle room and down the beaches for Dragon Stone. Since seeing your brother's face, you've had a change of heart.

When you reach the shores you lay down your sword and bunch your dress up before sitting down. You pat the sand next to you waiting for Jace to do the same.

When you hear him you grab hold of his hand once more, "Do you remember, when Luke was born you cried and cried because he wasn't yet big enough for you to train in sword fighting yet?" You smile at the memory.

A small smile appearing on his own face, "yes and father had to pull me out of the room because of it, or the time when Luke was first learning high valyrian and he couldn't say Dracarys"

"Or when we all snuck through the halls at kings landing, hungry after grandsire's name day feast" you say looking at him, before laying your head on his shoulder.

He lets out a breathy sigh, the sadness and tears evident, "I miss him"

"As do I, it is hard but know that he is still in here," you say placing a hand on his heart, "and will be with us forever, the world is a cruel one but no matter what we still have one another, Joffrey, Mother, Father, Aegon, Viserys, Baela and Rhena,"

He looks up at you with a smile, you kiss his forehead, as heir, you must be strong for your younger siblings and cousins. If only you'd know the great loss that would be coming.

#bitchyglitterfox writes #house of the dragon #jacerys velaryon #jacerys x reader #jacerys velaryon x reader #hotd x reader #house of the dragon imagine

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calowlmitygoddess · 20 hours

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I want to write my oc project so bad but Rhena and her posse have taken over my brain and i cant kick her out

#owl rambles #All i think about is this fucking lizard

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askfordoodles · 4 years

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Y’know ... it would have spared everyone a lot of heartache if ‘Lives-in-the-woods-among-his-feral-kin’ Dettlaff had just not bothered to learn how to read, just sayin’.

#dettlaff #dettlaff van der eretein #witcher 3 #at least any human written language #dettlaff: *recieves note*#dettlaff: I have no idea whtf this says...#like in mediaeval society literacy was a very rare skill u only bothered to acquire if you really NEEDED it and had the money to be tutored #like i get that most vampired learn the spoken word to blend in but the WRITTEN is not exactly required #i bet Regis taught him #or maybe he learned so he could write poems for Rhena

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fangirlwithasweettooth · 4 years

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Ma chérie please inform me on who Max Perkins is s’il te plaît et merci ☺️

Of course mon ange!

(Prepare for a giant rant I’m so sorry)

OKAY SO

Max Perkins lived from September 20, 1884 to June 17, 1947. He was an incredible book editor, and (though hardly anyone knows his name) discovered F. Scott Fitzgerald, Ernest Hemingway, and Thomas Wolfe, just to name a few. He was unlike most editors of his time, in that he actively sought out promising young writers, his first big find happening in 1919 with F. Scott Fitzgerald. Despite Fitzgerald’s first novel initially being rejected by the publishing house Perkins worked at, he worked with Fitzgerald to revise it until it was accepted. It was actually through Fitzgerald that Perkins met Ernest Hemingway, eventually publishing his first novel (The Sun Also Rises) in 1926. Perkins was known for the incredible attention he gave each of his authors’ books. He’s actually the one who made “old sport” such a big thing in The Great Gatsby (and he’s the reason it’s called “The Great Gatsby”)— he suggested Fitzgerald extensively use that phrase to add to Gatsby’s personality and make him a bit less of a mystery to the reader. Perkins had great relationships with most, of not all, of the authors he worked with. He wasn’t just an editor; he was a confidante, counselor, moneylender, critic, friend. Some of the quotes from him that I really love (from the book we read about him in my Intro to Publishing class) are:

• “An editor does not add to a book. At best he serves as a handmaiden to an author. Don’t ever get to feeling too important about yourself, because an editor at most releases energy. He creates nothing.“

• “A writers best work comes entirely from himself”

• “... an editor can only get so much out of an author as the author has in him.”

• “Before an author destroys the natural qualities of his writing— that’s when an editor has to step in. But not a moment sooner.”

And yeah, he’s basically who I want to be when I grow up lol.

(The biography we read about him is called Max Perkins: Editor of Genius by A. Scott Berg if anyone’s interested)

#thanks for letting me rant honey lmao #also fun fact!#Perkins actually got into the habit of sending books to some of his authors when they were struggling to write #idk i judt really love the idea of ‘oh you’re having trouble writing? Try reading this I promise it’ll help’#max perkins #look i just think he was a really cool dude (despite forcing his wife to give up her dreams of an acting career but y’know #for getting married in the 1910s that’s fairly progressive considering he wrote this to his mom about her:#‘I didn’t marry Louise for a housekeeper. I married for companionship.’#anyway yeah hes a cool dude and i want to be him when i grow up thank you and goodnight #rhena answers #constellatinq

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moonstruckholland · 5 years

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Aw, go get some sleep hon!! (I say as it nears midnight and I continue watching YouTube even tho I have a 9am class tomorrow that I may or may not have just finished the homework for) I just posted those pics if you wanna see them haha. Today was pretty good (I only had one class so that was awesome) and I videochatted with one of my friends back home and it was really nice I miss themmmm 😭😭 Oof anyway, how are you hon?

You get some sleep too!!! You have class!!! No more YouTube!! (Rhena oh gosh 😭 I'm getting flashbacks from that paper you spent all night writing) I'm glad you had a good day!! I'm okay! I'm low-key (high-key) hella needy right now? (I blame the sleepiness) I'm gonna see if my friend wants to FaceTime and watch a true crime thing with me

#I tried writing and just looked at the screen for two hours #it was not fun #lovely rhena #gen answers

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timeandspacelord · 5 years

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Angel, rose, brilliant, daydream, joy, parchment, tattoos? ♥️

angel; is there anyone you’d do anything for?

A litany of celebrities and fictional characters, also probably my friends

rose; favorite flower?

I... don’t actually like flowers that much because the smells give me headaches :/ (Same for a lot of perfumes and also strong smelling candles)

brilliant; what celebrity do people say you look like?

Ehm... None, that I’m aware of? If we count fictional characters, then Cinder Linh (when my hair was long) and Kaz Brekker

daydream; best memory?

Most of my time spent with friends. Sleepovers where we filmed dumb videos, stayed up late, laughed a lot, shot pictures of fictional characters on a TV screen with a nerf gun. Timezone chaos, yelling at each other to go to sleep, getting sappy at holidays, reminding each other how much we love each other, writing together, obsessing over the same shows/books, inexplicably playing games together. Going to the mall together, just hanging out, talking for a really long time, sharing internet things. Guard banquets, flagline storytime, competition days, dumb memes. Meeting an internet friend irl. Learning I get to go to school and live with my best friend of five years, learning we got a condo and seeing pictures of it. Getting a 4.0 in a college-level creative writing class as a high-schooler

joy; best feeling you’ve ever experienced?

The bittersweet nostalgia of looking back on good memories. The feeling rereading/watching old favourites and remembering how much you love them and why. Reconnecting with old friends. Going outside late at night after a rainstorm. Calming down after you cry

parchment; favorite book?

All of them. Almost every book I’ve ever read (except The Catcher in the Rye, Of Mice and Men, and a few other books I can’t name off the top of my head, but I really, really did not like. Screw those books). I fall in love with books so easily

tattoos; do you have/want and tattoos and piercings?

My ears are pierced, but I never wear earrings anymore, partly because they hurt, but I think they hurt because I don’t wear earrings very often. I kinda wanna get a tattoo someday, but given my tendency to hyperventilate in the presence of needles, that might not work out so well

Thanks for doing the thing!!

#ask games #answered #fangirlwithasweettooth #Rhena!!#three of bread squad #I kinda had a Moment in the middle of writing this so...#my emotions are all over the place today I can't help it #sorry :/

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sararaiden · 2 years

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“That man doesn’t deserve to be called a master.”

Tsukuyo whips her head to look at him.

“I am not going ta have with ya a one-sided conversation, Gintoki.”

He blinks in her direction, taken aback by her harsh tone. It's not that he isn't used to it —Tsukuyo is a very strict woman. However, there's an emotional component he seems to be missing.

"Look, I know that I am as stubborn as a mule, but I would say I'm a pretty good conversation partner." Gintoki thinks about his words, then something clicks in his head: "Not as good as a courtesan, though."

Were other the circumstances, Tsukuyo would have smiled at his clever comeback.

"I won't stand here while ya slander my deceased master when, as far as ya let me know, yours almost destroyed the world twice."

She opens one of the drawers, and lo and behold… a Bicci pipe. Gintoki closes his eyes in surrender when he sees what she’s holding. So, one problem at a time would be nice, but life isn’t precisely known for going easy on him.

“That was different, he died and came back being a monster.”

“My master died too. Came back being a monster,” Tsukuyo cuts him mid-sentence, because she isn't having it. Not anymore. “What you saw has nothing to do with what came before those unfortunate incidents.”

“He raised you to be a weapon.”

I expect great things from you.

Tsukuyo gets on his face in two strides. He isn’t paying attention, because suddenly his own words aren't about her. Not entirely.

Someday, hopefully… You will come cut down the monster that I am.

“This is more than anger on my behalf, isn’t it?” The question is barely a whisper above the sound of the fridge that comes from the kitchen. Gintoki feels a bit like he’s drowning. “There was a time before I met Utsuro, a time before you met Jiraia the Spider, a time when both of them were human.”

An excerpt from Tip of my tongue Chapter 6, because I saw a post saying you should be able to celebrate an re-read your stuff and I agree: I am indeed very proud of this part.

#gintsu #gintama #gintoki x tsukuyo #sakata gintoki #tsukuyo #also chapter 7 is making progress lower your pitchforks please lmao #rhena writes

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bi-rick · 4 years

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wow so beautiful

#beautiful #writing #edgy #teens #july #inspo #rhena

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happywitch416 · 2 years

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Chapter 10: Line and Laid

"There’s worse." Rhena mused, shrugging at his look. "Every time we leave the forest there's another problem growling at us but." She shook the pack in her hand. "We get all the stuff we need for it."

He huffed, chin his hands as he watched her begin to sort. "You just like new arrows."

"They are just so shiny." She grinned. "Who could resist?" She sobered then. "And until we can get the damn garden to cooperate, we need to go out anyway."

"What do you think is wrong?"

She was quiet, thoughtfully sorting the handfuls of herbs she had bartered for, a meager exchange for a repaired wall. "Magic, probably." She sighed. "Not like anyone wrote a book on how to deal with this. And." She added pointedly, carefully sorting the vegetables into use right now and use later. "My magic was always more towards the rocks and vine variety." She continued thoughtfully. "I could probably grow pumpkins the size of carriages."

"There's worse."

She flashed him a grin, brushing a kiss to his forehead as she went to the stove. "How's the charm coming?"

He made a face. "A pain in the ass. It should work. But it’s not."

"Did you check the lines for interference?"

"Yeah." He trailed off looking thoughtful. "It works fine when it's laid flat." Her nose scrunched, knowing that was not the best option. "What if we built it?"

"Like on the ground?" She tossed him a late apple, more wrinkle than anything else but something to munch while dinner took its sweet time.

He nodded around a mouthful. "Wouldn't need to reset it every storm either." Rhena glanced out the window, they could smell another one rolling in. "Center it on the hut and work the lines out from there."

She perched on the table; her own apple half gone. "We need another drain too, or we'll be living in a swamp."

"We got our work cut out for us."

"Don't we always?" She laughed as she leaned forward catching his lips in a kiss. When she pulled away for a breath her eyes sparkled even as they went dark. "I think we did enough work today. We should do something fun."

His gaze blazed down her body and then back up. "Maybe." He shifted.

"Well, if that's a no." She went to straighten with a dramatic pout only for him to tangle his hand her hair and drag her laughing back for a heated kiss. Rhena slid into his lap, freezing when the chair squeaked. "Did we fix the chair?"

His forehead found her shoulder, a rumble of laughter shaking him. "No." When he met her eyes, she shivered at the want and heat in them, the barest trace of a smirk in the line of his lips. "Table’s solid."

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#the witch writes #the arcana muriel #muriel x apprentice #apprentice rhena #the arcana volta #ao3 link in the replies <3 #otp: heart of the wood

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bitchyglitterfox · 1 year

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Survive - HoTD Zombie Apocalypse AU - HoTD x F!Reader PT 3

Warnings: characters death, slapping, talks of suicide, implied smut(got lazy didn't wanna write it lmao), crying

We drive as fast as our cars can take us, Jace driving as me and Nyra hold Luke in the back. Nyra’s tears fall free as I try to bite mine back.

“Come on baby, you're fine, you’ll be fine. Jacerys pull the car over!” She yells causing him to abruptly stop, almost causing our caravan to crash.

Luke’s eyes are shut, sweat is covering his face and he is moaning in pain. He doesn’t have much time.

“Come on aunt Nyra, let’s get him on to something comfy. Rhena and Baela grab the pillow and blankets, set them on the ground ok,” I say while picking up Luke in my arms, trying to be gentle.

I lay him gently down on the blanket, his head is propped on the pillow. Jace and Nyra are silently talking with him.

I walk away so I can throw up. I was supposed to protect them, why did I turn my back? Why didn’t I make sure it was clear? All these different thoughts flow through my head as I empty my stomach. A hand runs down my back and a water bottle is put in my peripheral vision. I take a sip rinsing my mouth and spitting the remnants of bile from my mouth.

“Oh Aemond, why didn’t I—I could have stopped this, Luke is over there dying because of me!” I turn my face into his chest as I let the tears fall.

“If this is anyone’s fault it’s my own, I told aunt Nyra that I would look out for him” he says running his palm down my head. It’s comforting.

We walk back towards Luke to say our final goodbyes. I kiss his sweaty forehead and whisper how much I love him and that I vow to never let anyone else die from a simple mistake.

He passed in Nyras arms, she moved the pillow so her lap could hold his head. Her screams haunt as the tears fall from her eyes as she cries out.

“My sweet boy,” she leans her forehead against his whispering words only the seven know.

I walk over to her and embrace her, “Aunt Nyra we have—we have to shoot him so he doesn’t come back as one of them, if you or Jace-”

She slaps me across the face, startling everyone, “This is all your fault, you were supposed to be watching him!” She tries to lunge at me once more but is pulled back by Jace. He gives me a sympathetic look.

Aemond pulls me up to inspect my cheek, “She doesn’t mean it, she’s just in shock, she—she will be better when we bury Luke I hope, and when we get to the cabin,”

“Aemond, it’s probably better if you do it, I can’t bring myself too” Jace says, swallowing thickly as he comes over to us, his mother now being consoled by the other children and Alicent in the back of Jaces SUV.

Aemond uses a spare blanket and covers Luke before he pulls the trigger, I turn my head away unable to face the act. I silently walk back to my car and pull out the shovel I had in case of emergencies. As I pass Aemond, he reaches a hand out to grab my forearm.

"Y/n let me help, you shouldn't do this alone," his eyes pleading.

"I have to do this alone, when i finish go grab everyone and we can have a funeral for him." I say eyes looking down, i gear him sign and release my arm. I walk a few meters away from our caravan and begin digging Luke's grave site. I dig 4 feet down before struggling to get my foot out of the hole.

I walk back to the group, laying down my shovel. I see Rhaenyra and she's calmed down a bit, she lifts her head when she sees me. Her lower lip quivers, she exits Jace's SUV and wraps me in her arms.

"I'm so sorry my sweet girl, you didn't deserve the words I said to you," she cries into my shoulder, "I'm sorry"

I wrap my own arms tightly around her form, "Aunt Nyra I forgive you, but could you ever forgive me for not protecting him?"

"Oh sweetling, there was nothing either of us could have done. You have been here since the beginning, you have protected my children, Alicent's children. You are our rock. I am grateful for you,"

I want to let the tears fall once again but I hold them in. For Nyra, for Luke.

"Come Nyra let us bury him," I sadly smile as I walk towards Luke's body. I gently pick him up just as I had when he was bit, I carry him towards the burial site.

We have the funeral. Giving the Velaryon family a chance to say their goodbyes followed by the Targaryens. Cregan and I stand at the back, near the willow tree. Once everyone had gone back I approached his grave and sat down, not caring about the dew ridden morning.

"Luke, my sweet Luke. I'm so sorry I couldn't protect you. I promised you I'd protect you and that we would make it out of this hellscape. I'm so sorry. I vow I won't let anyone else die, not on my watch. You were such a sweet child, always wanting to help me out when I'd babysit you and the other littles. I will always miss you but you will forever be in my heart. Forever." I let the tears finally fall free from my eyes, I looked over at the group. They were all comforting everyone, I walked over and got into the driver seat of my car.

"Are you alright?" Aemond asks as he sits into the passenger seat, his hand lays on my knee rubbing soothing circles.

"Y—yeah, um we need to head out, it's not safe." I say turning the key in the ignition. I pull the walkie up, "we need to head out, no one else dies today or ever, i swear of it. We have about 12 more hours of drive, if we do it right we can make it to the cabin by 7 pm tonight."

"OK let's head out." Jace says from his car.

"Got it," Cregan says from Aemonds car as well.

We make the trek, passing by abandoned cars, bodies laid out on the highway. We see messages for missing loved ones about where to find each other. I can only pray to the seven that Cregan and I's families are still ok up at the cabin.

There have been 3 shift changes as well as one refueling. Aegon took over for Jace, Heleana for Cregan and Aemond for myself, since then we have made it to just the outskirts of winterfell.

It looks the same as kings landing. Bodies, zombies and blood everywhere. I want to throw up.

"We need to keep going, we can't restock here. We aren't too far from Grandpa's cabin now," Cregan says over the walkie.

"Yes," I say as I feel Aemonds hand reach out for my thigh once more, "I just want my dad to be ok," I say more to myself than to Aemond 'I can't lose anyone else' I also wanna add but the words die in my throat.

I keep my eyes front, soon enough we pull into the cabin's front gate. I hurriedly get out of the car and over to the unlocked gate, hand on my gun. I wait till all the cars have made it past before I close the gate once more and reenter my car.

"It's just up this path," I point, Aemond proceeds to pull up to the cabin.

"Oh my gods," the words slip out of my mouth before my brain can make any sense of the abandoned cabin. I'm already out of the car, I hear feet running behind me I can only assume it's Cregan.

"Dad?! Aunt Gilliane?! Someone?!" I rush through the front door of the cabin only to be met with the sight of my father and Cregan's mother both dead on the floor.

"Mom!" Cregans voice breaks.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I crumble to the floor fists pounding into the floor. A scream I don't recognize as mine escapes my throat as Cregan walks back outside. The tears fall each soaking the wood flooring as I ball my fist staring at the bodies of two people I cared for deeply. They were supposed to be fine! They should have been fine!

I feel arms wrap around me, I try to fight against whoever it is. I can't leave them! They pick me up and carry me outside the front door.

"No! I can't leave them, they can't be alone!"

Aemond holds my face in his hands as he quietly tells me to breathe, "Come on Y/n take a deep breathe in, you're gonna pass out if you don't breathe,"

"Shh, Y/n/n, you're safe," Aegon whispers into my ear. It was him who grabbed me. Aemond must have sent him.

"M—my dad and Aunt Gilliane, th-there gone," I blubber as tears and snot fall down my face.

I look to my left and see cregan on the ground being comforted by Heleana and Alicent. I can feel my racing heart in my ears, it's all too much. Too much. I release a shuddering breath, I can faintly hear Aegon and Aemond saying my name before everything goes dark.

I awake in a bed, my head hurts and everything is fuzzy. I turn my head when I hear the bedroom door open.

"Oh Y/n," he rushes in, pulling me into his chest. Soon the memories come back to me and the tears return. I cry into his shoulder, my hands run up his back and grab fistfuls of his shirt as he kisses my head. I feel safe here in his arms.

“My dad, what happened? Where did you move him too?” I pull out of his shoulder, my voice is weak and fragile.

“We moved him and your aunt out to the, we’ve buried them alongside your mother, and Cregan’s father and sister. It looked like a biter got them, it seems like they both wanted to go out on their own terms,”

“Where’s Cregan? I have to see him, he—oh god,” I cover my mouth with my hand.

“He’s fine, Heleana is looking after him as we speak, just as I am with you,” he says as he pulls out a bottle of water and a granola bar from the bag he brought in, “here you need to eat.”

I gently take said food from him, only now realizing how hungry I actually am and the fact that my headache wasn’t just from sobbing but from hunger as well, “how long was I out for?” I sip the water.

“About three hours, while you were out we found a breach in the property fences, however we’ve secured it, we’ve also seen some wild life,” Aemond speaks as a true leader, you smile at him. Slowly leaning in, you kiss him gently.

“Woah, what was that for?” A dopey smile appears on his handsome face.

“For being here, protecting me, taking charge. Everything honestly. Without you I think I may have offed myself the moment I saw my dad.” I say while reaching for his hand.

“Well it’s because I love you,” he says while placing his hands on my cheeks and pulling me back into a kiss that makes my head spin. I lean back down and pull him on top.

“I love you Aemond, so much” I say as I feel him press against me, “Take me away for a little while, to a place only we know.” I pull my shirt over my head, tossing it to the side just as Aemond does the same.

A few hours later we both lay bare in my room, I draw shapes into chest as he runs his fingers through my hair.

“We can survive this, we’ll be safe here. We can rebuild and reinforce the gates and make them higher. We have food, water, guns. This will be a safe haven for us.” I say as I look up at Aemond.

“Yes, that sounds like a wonderful plan. But for now, it’s been an eventful evening, so sleep. Aegon and Jace are taking the first watch. I’ll take the next so when you wake I may not be in bed with you.” He says as he kisses my forehead.

“I love you,” I say snuggling closer to him and listening to the sound of his heart beat as it pulls me into a deep slumber.

“I love you more, my sweetling” he says into my hair.

A/n: wow only 1 part left!! This was such a fun series to make! I hope you all enjoy this one!!

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marvellouslymadmim · 3 years

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Hi!! I was wondering what your headcanons were about Calanthe after she loses Pavetta? Also do you have any plans to write a fic featuring Calanthe x Eist after Pavetta dies (whether it be in A Night With the Queen or otherwise)? I love your writing so much (I’ve reread every fic you have for them about 5 times each) and I’m curious about your take on Calanthe’s grief. I do love to feel pain 😭

oof. I have a few. And yes, we’re gonna see some of it in A Night with the Queen. But due to that story’s format, we won’t be able to go as in-depth as my actual headcanons are, so here we go:

I feel like Calanthe is someone who does two things when she is hit with a loss: instantly lash out at everyone around her (banquet scene, anyone?), and then immediately internalize it and blame herself for everything she didn’t do to prevent the situation. She’s used to getting her way (I mean, it’s canon that she was a spoiled child, and we definitely still see that she’s politically powerful enough to very rarely hear “no” by the time she’s ard rhena), and I think sometimes she truly has bought into her own mythos as the Lioness of Hochebuz--she was a child who triumphed over an army, and I think part of her believes in her own invincibility and therefore her own ability to truly make anything and everything go her way, regardless of the odds. So when things don’t go her way, it isn’t because they never could--but rather because she didn’t try hard enough.

So when Pavetta is lost at sea, Calanthe does both of those things. In Blood of Elves, we see in a flashback from Ciri’s POV that Calanthe definitely lashed out at Crach (and most likely Eist, once he returned from searching) for ever allowing Pavetta to leave the isles with Duny. The book also talks of Eist’s “stony, pale face. And the queen’s silence.” So...definitely things were happening there. I think that after Calanthe blamed Crach and Eist for allowing Pavetta to go out to sea, she began blaming herself for not preventing it--for allowing Pavetta to travel to Skellige, for not searching long enough and hard enough for her afterwards, for not eventually bringing Pavetta’s body back home to rest.

In A Night with the Queen, we’re gonna see Calanthe becoming obsessed with the idea that until they find a body, there’s still a chance that Pavetta is alive. Because her daughter is powerful beyond anything anyone has ever seen--she can create her own tempest, so what could a tempest do to her, truly? She constantly pushes Eist to keep looking, to keep sending out search parties farther and farther away from the wreckage site, still convinced that Pavetta washed ashore, completely unharmed, and is merely waiting to be found and brought home.

I think it takes a while for Calanthe to truly admit that her daughter is gone forever. And I think when she does, it creates a new grief spiral as she accepts it. That is the moment that she truly turns inward and shuts out the rest of the world.

As someone who, unfortunately, is very deeply acquainted with grief and loss, I can tell you that grieving is an extremely private process and even if you share a loss with someone, the journey of your grief is entirely solo. You heal at different rates, in different ways. You heal...apart, in a way. And then you have to figure out how to grow back inwards, together again. I think Eist and Calanthe grew apart in their grief and then did have to make a conscious decision to turn back into each other, to find and give comfort as a team.

I think in the beginning, Calanthe is very unaware of how it affects Eist. She’s too wrapped up in her own grief and definitely relies on his support even as she pushes him away and continues lashing out. Ciri is definitely the main reason that she doesn’t freeze him out entirely during this time--just as she fixates on bringing Pavetta back, she obsesses over Ciri’s wellbeing to deflect from dealing with her own issues.

And I think she uses Cirilla as a shield, too. Constantly puts their granddaughter between her and Eist to avoid dealing with the growing gulf between them. Ciri has always spent a lot of time with her grandparents, but after Pavetta’s death, Calanthe keeps Ciri at her side at all times. For months, Ciri sleeps with them, and stays within Calanthe’s line of sight during her every waking moment. Eist misses having time to simply be with his wife and his best friend, but of course, how can he say anything when it’s for the wellbeing of their granddaughter, who just tragically lost her mother? And how can he say anything when Ciri obviously brings Calanthe comfort in turn?

Once Calanthe does realize that Eist has also experienced loss, and that he’s spent his time trying to take care of her, rather than deal with his own grief, a shift occurs. She acknowledges the burden she’s put on him and becomes apologetic--and from there, they gingerly and slowly start to move forward, together. Ultimately, I think it’s what strengthens their relationship past everything they were before. Because Calanthe recognizes that she has pushed him in ways that would cause most people to abandon her, and yet he stayed. I think that given her first marriage, she always kind of assumed that there was a chance things might fall apart between her and Eist--but when the worst possible thing imaginable happens and they survive it, she abandons all thought of them ever truly being separated, emotionally or physically. (and honestly, it makes her little Tommen toodley-boop out the window more understandable, too--because she doesn’t want to be in a world without him, because he’s been one of the only people who has ever seen her and made the world bearable....she’s done what she could to correct her folly with Geralt and has sent Ciri into safety, and now all she wants is to be with Eist again) After that, she truly becomes the all-in, completely devoted and adoring lover that we see in her final scenes with Eist. They understand and see each other on a level that no one else ever has or will, at that point, and they’re both highly aware of it--and eventually, they find a way to see it as something to relish and celebrate.

As the years wear on and the grief become less startlingly painful, I think Calanthe is able to find comfort in seeing Cirilla become so much like her mother. We see there’s a stark difference in how Calanthe reigns/presents herself as queen between the time of the betrothal feast and the sacking of Cintra. I think some of it is due to the fact that Calanthe genuinely tries to be more of the influence that Pavetta would have been on her daughter. And she tries to honor Pavetta’s legacy by teaching Ciri in a kinder, softer way than she taught Pavetta. She tries to raise Cirilla not according to her own ideals (most of the time, at least)--but rather what she thinks Pavetta would have wanted.

Ok, I feel like I’ve rambled enough for one post...thank you so much for dragging me down the headcanon rabbit hole (and for re-reading my fics, the thought brings such joy!) and hopefully we’ll actually get to see some of this come up in future fics.

#thanks anon!#headcanons #pavetta #calanthe of cintra

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calowlmitygoddess · 8 months

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by @/loosesodamarble, more misc. Oc questions

What inspired you to create your oc? Stories, i usually have a plot and i need someone to act on it

Why does your oc look the way they do? What are your reasons for their appearance? Personality mostly, as a visual artists first, i tend to make my characters visualy stricking in a way you can see who they are at first glance

What is the origin of the character's name? Fantasy Character Generator babeyyy, or mashing vowels togheter

Why did you give them the name they have? What is the in-universe reason for their name? most of my characters do not have in universes explanations with a few exeptions. Wisteria for example, was named such because is tradition in her family to name kids after flowers. And in my other Wip, the Drakin race female typic names end in -ia and male typic names end in -on. The real reason is because it sound nice/cool

What kind of abilities and power level does your oc have? Why did you give them their powers? What's the in-universe reason? Most powers my ocs have are related to their species, and most of them are very over the top magical skills.

What are the weaknesses in their power? Why did you give them their weaknesses? What's the in-universe reason? Again vary, and usually also related to innate things. Like Humans not having innate magic and needing to learn it/use amulets and wands to wield it

Does your oc have any notable skills or good personality traits? Why did you give them those traits? Why do they exist in-universe? Many have as well. Wisteria is meant to be a good queen with great managing and negotiation skills. Many of my characters also excel in combat and inteligence.

Does your oc have any notable flaws or activities they're not good at? Why did you give them those flaws? Why do they exist in-universe? The best example is probably Akila i think, my poster child for being Awful. Tried to create a perfect being to supplant the mortals and made something infinietly worse.

In a group dynamic, what kind of role does the oc usually fill? Are they a worry wart? A troublemaker? The straight man? I think the current WIP trio fits this best. Orick is the serious aloof one, Wisteria is sunshine one and Meira is the big scary one with a heart of gold

What is your favorite trait regarding your oc? I think ill answer this one with Althia because i love her independence, its her most defining trait and the one that shapes her every relationship

What is your least favorite trait regarding your oc? none, i love writing even the flaws.

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have good relationships with? Why those characters? This one goes for Rhena my Wol, And in my head her most notable relationship is with Midgardsomrm. Solely because game gave me dragon i decided that she should bond with dragon. And is cute to have one of the most ancient beings in the land find some hope and joy again trought the eyes of a young adventurer

Which canon characters (if any) do the oc have bad relationships with? Why those characters? Aside from the villains i cant think of one.

Did you give your oc a love interest? Is it another oc or a canon character? Why? Again for Rhena, Sort of!. I thought some of Minfilia lines in ARR were kinda gay, and Then there was Ysayle who was such a perfect foil enemies-to-friends thing but she died too soon so nothing happened. Its funny that both girls Rhena had a crush on ended up gone so im keeping her a tragic lesbian

How does your oc interact with the canon narrative? What about it do they change? Just expanding on relationships with certain characters.

What aspect(s) of the universe's lore are they connected to? Do they change/add lore to the universe? Back to my wip ocs. So many of them are gods, Akila specially straight up SHAPED the way the current world functions with the existence of demons

List/describe up to five tropes that apply to your oc. They could be related to the oc's characterization or their narrative arc. I literally always describe Garlasia as a classic Shounen Protagonist but Girl.

Imagine meeting your oc. What would you want to say to them or do with them? Depends on the oc, help me fix my life perhaps LMAO

How might your oc react to finding out you are the one responsible for their life? The classic tired Why.

Share a random piece of trivia about the creation of your oc. Examples: scrapped ideas or changes you didn't expect to make. SOOOO Many of them were rip offs of other media AND other artists ocs teenage me was shameless, Akila was literally made on a dress up game, Orick Meira and Wisteria were based on the Pale King, The Radiane and The White Lady Hollow knight and but more hinged and with less infanticide.

#owl rambles

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