#that the twins would grow to resent her in turn

[halfyearsqueen]

"How do you feel about being a stepmother after your experience as a girl who lost her own mother similarly?"

@wcrriorhearts : Ask my character "How do you feel about ______?" Can be an idea, person(s), place, or thing, and they'll have to answer honestly.

“ they were far younger then i was, when i lost mine own mother. nearly four years old. when i wed their father - very little children, it mattered far more to me that they would remember her, “ that the twins would know the brave and warm person their mother was, that she had loved her girls. the stories of the years of laena’s own girlhood; the flights they had taken together. all so she would exist, to them. as more then a faint memory — it mattered not that being a stepmother was an altogether daunting task. for far more reasons then how she had lost her own mother. “ it is no small thing to be a mother to a child you did not bear - but the responsibility is even greater, when the loss occurs at such an age. it is not easy to be a motherless child, but as a girl growing into a woman – “ a shake of her head, “ it was crucial, for me. from the first. that they, and my own sons - knew all that mattered was that they might be comfortable in their new home. i wanted better for them, then what i knew. that whatever anger their grandparents may have borne the two of us, for the swiftness of it….they could return to their old one as they wished, to visit, if naught else - baela and rhaena … remind me every day of her. even more so now, as moondancer grows, and baela yearns to fly. they are daughters, to me. though i am not their mother, i do not treat them any different then i would treat my own children. i did not… realize, until I became one, it is not a cruel thing to be. it does not mean they too will grow resentful of me, in time. “

#wcrriorhearts #ANSWERED . #v. tbt #oh the trauma of rhaenyra believing that because her relationship with alicent grew cold and she grew ? resentful of the fact she was #essentially being pushed to the fringes of her family #that the twins would grow to resent her in turn #like regardless of the verse the term stepmother is always going to have an edge of cruelty to it for rhaenyra #in the books it’s due to alicent’s own actions but in the show it’s ? because that term #that title #is what made her lose her to begin with

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Duty, Sacrifice

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen (HotD) x f!twin reader Warnings: Incest, mentions of murder, knife play, dub con if you squint, smut. Word count: ~2.7k

Summary: Her and Aemond have always loved to play hide and seek, however, the night he returns from Storm's End, their game takes a much more sinister turn. Based on this request.

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Aemond has always loved hide and seek. For as long as she can remember, her and her twin brother’s preferred way to pass the time is for her to hide while he searches for her. He has never been the hider, always naturally favouring the role of seeker. She does not mind. There is an exhilarating thrill in finding new places within the Red Keep to tuck herself into, listening out for the approaching sound of his footsteps. He always finds her. His eyesight and instincts must be sharper than hers, she reasons.

It is innocent enough when they are young children; holding her hand to her mouth to stifle her giggles as she presses her back against a pier of the Keep, squealing when Aemond grabs her as he shouts “found you!”

As they grow older he becomes more sullen, resentful of the attention that Jacaerys and Lucerys bestow upon her. He scowls as Jacaerys laughs and touches her arm as a pig is presented to him in place of a dragon.

“Ñuhor haedri renīs se nykēla avy ossēninna!” Aemond hisses angrily. Touch my sister and I'll kill you myself!

She knows it is a cruel trick for them to play upon him, her heart aches for her twin; her egg had hatched in their cradle, but his never had, leaving him dragonless. Regardless, she knows no good will come of his hateful attitude towards Rhaenyra’s children, and will only exacerbate their teasing of him.

“Aemond, you have a duty to our nephews, you must sacrifice your own pride and not say things like that!” She scolds.

He scoffs, shooting a derisive look towards Jacarys and Lucerys. “They cannot understand High Valyrian anyway, they are not true Targaryens, they are bastards.”

Later, Aemond receives a stern telling off from their mother for what he had said. “But they gave me a pig,” he retorts sulkily, “they all laughed!”

She hates seeing Aemond so miserable, shut away in his chambers, refusing to speak to anyone. With trepidation, she pushes his door open, not bothering to knock, she never does.

“Would you like to play a game?” She asks softly.

He nods. She already knows what he has in mind and runs away with a smile as he begins to count down from ten.

This time she hides beneath the small council table, yet as always, Aemond finds her almost instantly.

She does not giggle when his hands grip the tops of her arms, hard enough to bruise, his eyes boring into hers with an intensity that causes icy fingers of fear to wrap around her heart.

“Found you,” he says with cool indifference. “You are mine, dōnus hāedus, do you understand? You are not to speak to those bastards ever again.” Sweet sister.

The overwhelming urge to cry forms a lump in her throat, but she nods anyway. Aemond is her world, and she would never do anything to hurt him.

His temperament becomes darker still when their mother reveals her plans to marry Aegon to Helaena. Their brother and sister are both visibly unhappy with the match, yet she knows it is a deliberate move to help secure Aegon’s claim to the throne. She suspects that her and Aemond will be married off to other houses, to strengthen alliances.

Aemond glowers as he watches Aegon and Helaena awkwardly attempt to interact. It is painful to witness, more than apparent that they have nothing in common beyond a shared lineage.

“If only mother had betrothed me to you,” Aemond mutters.

Her eyes go wide with shock. It is the first time she has ever heard her twin voice any desire for her. It causes a strange and unfamiliar, yet not unpleasant, warmth to spread throughout her.

“We have a duty to strengthen our brother’s claim to the throne,” she reminds Aemond gently, “we must sacrifice our own desires for the good of our family.”

He simply rolls his eyes.

Aemond sneaks up on her from behind that evening, as she hides from him behind a tall shelf of books in the library. His breath is hot as it fans across the back of her neck, his arms encircling her waist.

“Found you. Tell me it is I you wish to marry, dōnus hāedus,” he commands, nuzzling the shell of her ear, making her shiver.

“It is you, only you, you know that.” Her words surprise herself as much as they do him, as they stare at each other wide eyed, too young to understand the feelings they inspire within each other. To her, Aemond is a prized toy that she wants for no one else to play with, and she suspects he feels a similar way about her.

She wails the night that Lucerys takes her twin brother’s eye. As the maester extracts the ruined organ from its socket it feels as though her heart is being torn asunder. Each prick of the needle that stitches up his ruined flesh brings with it a fresh wave of tears to her. His pain is her pain, and though he has now gained a dragon - the largest in the world - he has lost his eye.

It feels silly and selfish of her to worry about, but she wonders how they will ever play hide and seek again.

“I could be without both my eyes and I would still find you, dōnus hāedus,” Aemond reassures her. “It is not by sight that I search for you. Your heart is tied to mine, I will always find you.”

When he is healed, he proves her right, finding her huddled in the Godswood. She laughs earnestly at his “found you”, her heart feeling as though it may burst with joy. He is right, there is nothing that will keep him from her.

His seeing eye gazes adoringly into hers, as her fingertips delicately trace over the angry, red scar that runs the length of his cheek.

On their thirteenth name day, Aegon hurries Aemond away from the Red Keep in hushed secrecy. When they return hours later, the cloying scent of perfume sticks to Aemond’s clothes and he looks flushed and queasy.

“What did you do?” She asks, horrified, her stomach roiling in disgust.

“I didn’t want to,” is all he’s able to offer her.

This time when she hides, it is not part of a game, it is an attempt to be alone with her grief, to try to understand the bitter, acid jealousy that burns hotly in her chest. She crawls beneath the wooden frame of her bed, muffling her tears into the crook of her arm.

“Found you,” Aemond whispers sadly as he slides underneath the bed, laying on his belly next to her.

“Go away,” she cries piteously, turning to face him.

“Qrīdropēnna,” he says pleadingly, “I thought of nothing but you. Forgive me.” I am lost.

She gasps when he leans in, pressing his lips to hers, but quickly reciprocates. He is her other half, and she will forgive him anything.

Every game of hide and seek after that ends with them locked in a passionate embrace, though they are careful to never properly consummate their union, agreeing to wait until she has had her wedding night, so that her husband’s suspicion is not aroused by her lack of virtue.

She is proven right regarding the plans of her mother and grandfather to betroth her and Aemond to a lord and lady of differing houses, when they are paid a visit by a Lannister Lord. He is to be her husband in twelve moons’ time, she is told.

Dread forms a void in the pit of her stomach, her world feeling as though it is ending as the golden haired man sits opposite her, smiling at her with warmth and affection. It makes her feel nauseated, especially when she looks across to see her twin brother staring at him with hateful intent, the tip of his supper knife twisting forcefully into the wood of the tabletop.

Aemond finds her curled up in his armoire as he readies himself for bed that evening.

“Come out, dōnus hāedus,” he urges gently, pulling her into his arms and kissing the top of her head.

“I don’t want to marry him!” She sobs into his chest. “It isn’t fair!”

“‘Tis but a formality,” he tells her quietly, stroking her long, silver hair, “they will not keep you from me.”

“Do you promise?” She asks hopefully, looking up at him.

Aemond nods. “It is our duty, our sacrifice, but your heart will always be tied to mine.”

Their lives move as if in freefall after that. Their father passes away, and Aegon is quickly crowned King of the Seven Kingdoms.

To win favour to his claim, Aemond is to be sent to Storm’s End with an offer of marriage to one of Lord Baratheon’s daughters.

She and Aemond stand miserably in front of each other, as he is about to mount Vhagar, his leather glove clad hands cup her cheeks.

“Do not make me go, dōnus hāedus,” he pleads, seeing eye wide with anguish, “I cannot marry a woman who is not you.”

Her heart twists painfully in her chest, clutching at his black riding coat. “‘Tis but a formality,” she reminds him, “our duty, our sacrifice, but your heart will always be tied to mine.”

“I will return to you as soon as I am able,” he promises, kissing her fiercely, before climbing into his saddle.

She watches with tears in her eyes as he flies away, taking half of her heart with him.

His return is much sooner than she had anticipated. Just a few nights later, she is startled by the door to her chambers being flung open, Aemond stands in her doorway, soaked through from the rain. He looks changed. His face is hardened, the look in his eye is stern, it makes her feel uneasy.

“Lēkia?” She asks worriedly, rising from her bed. “You are back so soon, what has happened?” Brother.

His eye sweeps over her, as if seeing her for the first time, and there is something in his gaze that frightens her, causing the skin beneath her thin, white nightgown to erupt into gooseflesh.

He is quiet for a moment, before he speaks, his voice low, void of affection. “Shall we play a game, dōnus hāedus?”

Her brow furrows in confusion, she shakes her head. “I do not think–”

“It was a rhetorical question,” he interrupts, and begins to count down from ten.

Her mouth falls open, her heart racing, not liking the hungry intent with which he stares at her, and so she runs, because she fears there is no other choice.

She has never felt afraid of her twin, not properly, but tonight is different, there is a dangerous aura that hangs over him like a stormcloud and she breathes heavily with exertion as her bare feet thud against the flagstone floor of Maegor’s Holdfast, the sound drowned out by the roar of blood in her ears.

What will he do when he catches me?

If she hides, she knows he will find her. He always does. So, she elects to keep moving, panic fluttering in her chest as she takes every turn available to her in the Keep, in a vain attempt to evade her brother.

A shiver runs down her spine as she hears him call out “kesīr mastan”, the scuff of his boots feeling unfairly close behind. How had he caught up so quickly? Here I come.

She hurries into an unoccupied chamber, one usually reserved for guests, attempting to close and bar the door behind her, but Aemond shoves it open.

His arms are around her in an instant, making her squeal with fright. “Found you,” he chuckles, though there is no humour in it.

“Let me go, Aemond,” she begs helplessly, “you are scaring me.”

He turns her to face him, backing her up towards the bed that occupies the space in the centre of the room. “Scaring you? How can that be, dōnus hāedus? I love you.”

“There…there is something different about you, lēkia. Something you aren’t telling me.”

He smirks, pushing her back onto the mattress as though she weighs nothing. 

She falls back, propping herself up on her elbows, looking at him in wide eyed disbelief. He is like a cat toying with a mouse. He has never been this cruel, at least not to her.

She whimpers in fear as he unsheathes his dagger, twirling it expertly between dexterous fingers. “Please…please don’t.”

Aemond eyes her with keen curiosity. “You think I mean to hurt the person I cherish above all others?”

She swallows thickly, too preoccupied by the glint of the Valyrian steel in the moonlight that shines through the window to answer him.

“I could,” he muses, “I am a kinslayer after all. But I won’t, you are too precious to me.”

Kinslayer?!

There is little time to query his statement, as he brings the blade down upon the neckline of her nightgown, slicing it in half effortlessly. His eye roams over her bare figure appreciatively, a low hum rumbling in his throat.

Her chest rises and falls with rapidity as she stares up at him. Though her chest is tightened by fear, she cannot deny the way her pulse races at seeing Aemond’s pupil dilated with lust at the sight of her.

Carefully, slowly, he drags the tip of his blade over her clavicle, mindful not to apply enough pressure to break the skin. The cold steel makes her shiver as he pulls it downwards, circling one breast and then the other.

“I am going to claim you tonight, dōnus hāedus, put a silver haired babe in your belly. Would you like that?”

She inhales a shaky breath.

Yes.

“What of your betrothal?” 

“Null and void,” he says matter of factly, trailing the dagger across her sternum and down towards her stomach.

“What…what happened?”

“Little Lord Lucerys Strong happened,” Aemond replies with mild irritation. “He arrived while I was there, to petition Borros Baratheon’s support for our whore of a half sister. It is an outrage that we should have to give up so much to defend our brother’s birthright, while that bastard flies about the realm attempting to steal it from him.”

“Oh gods, Aemond,” she whispers, bile rising in her throat, “what did you do?”

“What I ought to have done nearly ten years ago.”

She flops back against the bed, pinching the bridge of her nose as tears prick at her eyes. He does not need to say the exact words for her to know. Lucerys is dead, Aemond has killed him.

Aemond drops the dagger to the floor, the clatter echoing off of the vaulted ceiling. “Do not worry, dōnus hāedus, now we can be together. Is that not what you wanted?”

“Not like this,” she chokes out.

His hands drag a downwards path on her body, squeezing her curves as they go. “I am not so sure of that, look at how you respond to your brother.”

She mewls at the feeling of his hands upon her flesh, arching into his touch. In spite of herself, she is unable to resist the effect that her twin has upon her.

Aemond chuckles drily, unlacing his trousers and freeing his already hardened cock. Her breath catches in her throat as he swipes his fingers through the wetness that has gathered between her legs.

“See? Where is your duty now?” He asks mockingly, lining himself up with her entrance before pushing forcefully inside, making her cry out with the sting and stretch of his sudden intrusion. “Where is your sacrifice? Or is it not so important now that your brother has made your cunt all wet?”

He has the maddened look of a wild animal as he hovers over her, but she cannot deny him. Duty and sacrifice have died alongside their nephew, and her heart is tied irrevocably to Aemond’s. She can never hide from him, and any hope of her ever being able to do so was snuffed out the moment she allowed him to bury himself inside of her.

“Lēkys jorrāeliarzus,” she whispers. Dearest brother. “Aōhon iksan se ñuhon iksā,” he whispers back, beginning to thrust inside of her. I am yours and you are mine.

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[vanwritesfan-fiction]

If You Let Me, Part Three

Warnings: language, verbal arguments, references to cheating, angst, brief mention of parental death

A/N: The final part of this mini series. Thanks so much for the love on my work for Joe, makes me excited for future fics!

To say that you and your mother never saw eye to eye would be an understatement. She was a bulldozer in a deceptively small and unassuming package, standing just over five feet tall, but make no mistake, she would blow right through anything to get what she wanted. Growing up, you hated her for it. She always thought she knew best, making you wear skirts because she thought it made you look more feminine, when you just wanted to wear jeans, signing you up for ballet classes when you wanted to play soccer.

It was no secret that Chris was her favorite child, she coddled him, in her eyes he could do no wrong, and for the most part it didn't bother you because you were your father's twin. You were two peas in a pod, a mutual love for reading and old westerns, and after he passed, it was as if she resented you, a constant reminder of the person she'd lost. For the rest of your teen years, there wasn't a time where the two of you didn't butt heads about something. You went to college and it was much of the same, but the distance made it easier, an into adulthood, she would still try to give her two cents, but for the most part, you could ignore her.

Even through all of the fighting and disagreements, you never thought she would do something like this. Inviting Brandon to the wedding, three years after the two of you had broken up, was not only a violation of your privacy, but proof that she had never changed at all.

Everyone in the house could hear you and your mom arguing in the library behind closed doors.

"Why the hell did you invite Brandon, mom?" You weren't sure if you wanted to scream or cry, and honestly neither sounded like they would provide you with any relief.

"Watch your language, Y/N", she crossed her arms over her chest, "and I stay in touch with his mother. She told me how regretful Brandon was about how things ended between you and how his life had turned for the worst. I thought maybe you could rekindle your love for each other. There was a time you were crazy about him."

"What is it with you and keeping in touch with the mothers of guys I've been with?" You took in a sharp breath as she narrowed her eyes at you. Your mom was very quick witted, she never missed anything. Its where Chris got his nosiness from. "Were you and Joe together?"

You avoided eye contact, beginning to pace the room. "Please don't change the subject. You crossed a line. I don't want to get back with Brandon."

"Oh, you don't know what you want." She waived you off. "You bounce between careers, cities, men. At least Brandon has a career, he comes from a good family. You need stability." You had never told your mother why your relationship had ended. You were scared of admitting to her that you had failed at yet another thing in your life. You wanted to scream it at her, make her feel bad for barging into your life and leaving a mess, but at this point, you weren't sure if it would make a difference. "I want out of the wedding. I'm leaving." You left the room before she could even get a word out and headed upstairs to pack your stuff.

In the kitchen, Chris and Joe had Brandon cornered. Your brother was really resisting the urge to break your ex's face with his fist, and each second that passed he was losing the fight. "Look Chris, I get it, I'm not your favorite person, but I think if I could talk to your sister and explain-", Brandon tried pushing past them but it was like hitting a brick wall. Chris was about Brandon's height but well built, and Joe towered over both of them.

"You're lucky I'm getting married tomorrow." Chris flexed his hand open and close. "Can't have a busted fist in my wedding photos." Brandon swallowed, knowing that Chris wasn't bluffing. Joe was silent, closely examining Brandon. He had no idea what you saw in him, but he already hated the guy for breaking your heart.

"I really just need to talk to Y/N", the guys begin to scuffle in the kitchen until your mom entered, clapping your hands. "Brandon! Lets get you set up in one of the free bedrooms. Y/N just needs some time to get herself together." Chris backed off to let Brandon pass and Joe took the opportunity while everyone was moving to go find you.

****

“Can I come in?” You turned to see Joe standing in the doorway of your room, softly knocking on the door. You let out a shaky breath, resisting the urge to cry in front of him. “Sure.” He sat at the foot of your bed, and when he tried to look at you, you purposely kept your head down, throwing your things haphazardly into your suitcase. “Where are you going?”, he asked, grabbing one of your sweaters out of your bag and bundling it in his fists.

“Home. My mom crossed a line inviting Brandon here, and I cant stay.” You were choking back sobs at this point, your face heating up from embarrassment. “Are you really not gonna go to your brother’s wedding?”

“I’ll be there, just sitting in the back like I originally planned.” You tried to grab your sweater back from him, but he was quick with his hands, pulling you down into his lap. “And what about us? Are you really going to leave again?” You felt his large hands around your waist pulling you closer. He didn’t want you to leave, and he’d hold you tighter if he had to. “Joe…”.

You were hesitant, but not for the reasons Joe thought. Brandon showing up was just another reminder of how messed up your life was, and you didn’t want to bring Joe into the fray. He deserved better than someone who couldn’t get their shit together. You pushed yourself off of your lap and got back to packing. "I'm sorry, I can't don't this right now. Can we talk about this some other time?"

"Last time you said that, we didn't talk for three years." He let out a curt laugh, but you could tell he wasn't joking. Silence hung heavy in the air between you two. You might have made up, but that didn't make what you did, hurt Joe any less. "Why are you still here?", you blurted out. "What?" Joe's brows furrowed with confusion. You let out strained breath before continuing. "I mean, why haven't you left like everyone else?" You quickly wiped away a stray tear from your cheek.

Joe balled up his fist tightly. Up until this point, he'd tried to be as understanding as possible to everything you had going on, but every time he reached out, you increased the distance between the two of you. "Why do you keep pushing me away?" You felt a lump build in your throat. Your silence was all of the confirmation Joe needed to continue. "I have done nothing but show you how much you mean to me, and you keep pushing, and pushing." The frustration in his voice was evident.

You didn't know what to say. He was right, you kept pushing him away, and there was only so much one person could take. "I'm-I'm scared that you're gonna leave."

"I'm not Brandon. I'm not gonna hurt you like he did." Joe scratched at the back of his neck.

You wanted to believe him, you really did. It would have made everything a lot easier, but history had taught you otherwise. "You don't know that. I don't know that. We can make all the promises in the world, but at the end of the day, we don't know what's gonna happen." The words were spilling out, and finally Joe knew the truth. It was ugly, but it was finally the truth.

"That night we kissed, it was one of the best nights of my life." Joe let out a sigh as his gaze dropped to the floor. "You have a twisted idea of best", you countered, sitting down next to him. Joe nodded in agreement. "I know. I never stopped thinking about you though, and I kept thinking that one day you'd come around. I know you were hurting that night. Its why I let you go, even though I didn't want to." He grabbed your hand, interlacing your fingers.

"But you can't keep blaming yourself for what other people have done. Carrying that weight is going to crush you." You let out a shaky breath as you listened to him speak. "I am not your father and I am not Brandon, and you can't punish me before I've even gotten the chance to love you." You could barely look at Joe as he rose his head. He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before getting up and leaving the room.

Once you were alone, you allowed yourself to fall apart.

****

You woke up an hour later, laid atop your pile of clothes, makeup stains on your pillow case. You must have fallen asleep from the exhaustion of crying. The house was quiet; the bridesmaids were already at the venue getting ready. Now was your chance to sneak out of the house before anyone else could see you. You gathered your bags and quietly headed downstairs. You almost made it to your car, until you came into contact with Brandon, who was sitting outside on the front step.

You didn't stop, pushing right past him as he stood up. "Wait, Y/N, we need to talk." Just the sound of his voice made your blood boil. "We have nothing to talk about." You loaded your bags into your trunk, slamming the door shut harder than you intended. "Listen, if you just let me explain."

"No!" Every step you took toward Brandon forced him back, making him stumble over his own feet. "Do you know what you've done to me? I can't trust any man, even ones who have done nothing but show me how much they care about me. So the only explaining I want from you is how you plan to get as fucking far away from me as possible."

Brandon threw up his hands in surrender. "Its been three years. Can't you get over it?" You let out a humorless laugh. You weren't sure what you were expecting, but at this point, an apology would have been too little, too late anyway. "Get out of my way." He had conveniently blocked your way to the drivers side of your car. "No, just listen-", he grabbed at your arm, pulling you into his body.

"We got a problem out here?" Your head snapped to the front door. Chris stood in the threshold, still in his pajamas, a cup of coffee in his hand. "No." You answered your brother as you glared at Brandon.

"You're gonna regret this." Brandon's tone was threatening, but you weren't the least bit scared. He paced up the walkway and brushed past Chris as he went back into the house. You gave Chris a thankful head nod and climbed into your car.

"You okay? I know I'm supposed to be in the house of the lord today, but I'll lay him out if you ask. God forgives." Chris rested his coffee on the roof of the car before leaning into the window. He gave you a wink, making you smile. "No, I'm fine. I just need to get out of here." Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the steering wheel.

"Will I see you at the wedding? I need my only sister there." He was tugging at your heart strings, and in the moment, you hated him for it. "Yes, I wouldn't miss it for the world." You gave him pleading eyes to let you drive away. "Okay, love you." Chris grabbed his cup and watched you drive away.

****

Joe paced the halls of the church. The ceremony was set to start in a couple of minutes, and he was hoping he'd catch you before it began. He tried calling you, but your phone was off, every try going straight to voicemail. He pulled at his bow tie, trying to take in a deep breath. He just needed to talk to you, apologize for what he said this morning. The hurt he'd been harboring for the last couple of years crept up when you rejected him again, but he realized now it had nothing to do with him, and he'd keep loving you until you were ready, however long that took. He wiped the sweat from his brow as he pulled open the bathroom door.

"Hey, its Mr. Football." Joe groaned as he spotted Brandon posted up against the far wall, his wobble evidence that he'd been drinking. "You know, I didn't recognize you at first", even taking one step was too much, and he had to grab onto the sink to steady himself, "but you were always at all of the parties." At first, Joe ignored Brandon completely, keeping an eye on him through the mirror as he washed his hands, dabbing a wet paper towel across his face.

"I was unhappy, you know." Brandon hung his head, still clinging to the porcelain. "That's why I cheated. I always felt second to her, she made me feel small." Joe couldn't help but laugh. "Whatever you need to tell yourself, man." He rolled his shoulders back.

"Its true. You know her, nothing is ever good enough for, Y/N. No matter what I did, she always wanted more." Brandon spit the words out like venom. "That bitch." Before he could even slow blink, Joe had grabbed him by the collar, easily shoving him against the wall. He got close enough to Brandon's face that he could smell the cheap liquor on his breath. "You're a sad excuse for a human being. You're lucky she even gave you a chance."

"What, do you want her? Good luck, she's a piece of work." Brandon slurred his words as he laughed.

****

You rushed to get to the hall, your heels clicking on the tile as you ran so you wouldn't be late to the ceremony. You were stopped in your tracks by a crashing sound as Brandon stumbled backward out of the bathroom, landing on his back, Joe moving to stand over him. He didn't even notice you as he tried to grab at Brandon again. "Joe, what are you doing?" Even at a whisper your voice echoed off the stone walls. His head turned toward you, his face softening. Even a drunk could tell there was something between you. "Are you two together?" Brandon stumbled to his feet. "Oh, this is rich! You get on me for cheating, but you've been with this guy?" He had no control over his volume.

"Its none of your business who I've been with, Brandon." You bit back, holding Joe back, who was still fuming.

"This is who you want, instead of me?" Brandon pushed at Joe's chest, barely moving him. Joe had height and size on him, but he was too inebriated to realize it. Joe's next shove sent Brandon into the wall, glass votives shattering on the ground.

"What the hell is going on?" Chris' voice echoed down the hall as he stopped just behind you. The sound had gotten everyone's attention, your brother and his other groomsmen running towards the commotion. "Did he touch you again?" Chris looked you over quickly. "He put his hands on you?" Joe gritted out, closing the distance between him and Brandon, who cowered away. "Joe don't!", you warned, and Joe listened, even though his instincts were telling him not too.

"What is everyone doing? We need to be in the hall for the ceremony. Chris, your bride is waiting." You held your breath at your mother's voice. "Brandon why are you on the ground?" Your mom asked as she took in the scene.

"What the fuck is wrong with this family? Everyone is crazy." Brandon lazily brushed off his suit jacket. "No wonder you are the way you are, Y/N." Chris had had enough. You flinched as you heard the sound of your brother's fist colliding with Brandon's face, and one punch was enough to knock him out. "Ow, fuck! I forgot how much that hurts." Chris shook out his hand, which was already starting to bruise at the knuckles.

"Chris!" You mother's shrill voice sent a shiver down your spine. Things were quickly getting out of hand. "I'm sorry mom, but I'd been waiting to do that all day." Chris sucked in his teeth as you took a look at his hand. "You think you can cheat on my sister and then insult my family and I won't deck you? You got another thing coming."

You didn't look at your mother, even though you could feel her gaze burning into the side of your face. "Y/N, is that true?"

"C'mon, lets get some ice on your hand." Joe guided Chris, his hand touching your lower back as he walked past you.

"What? Since when?" You were hit with questions as soon as you and your mom were left alone. You groaned, sitting down on a nearby bench. "I found out the week before Christmas break." You could tell she wasn't satisfied by your answer. "Three years ago. Listen mom, I'm not really in the mood to hear a lecture right now." You stood up, adjusting your dress, one from the back of your closet.

"Sit." Your back tensed, but you did as she said.

"I-I'm so sorry. I had no idea." She pulled you into a hug, which startled you. You allowed yourself to relax for the first time around her in a long time, tightening your hold around her shoulders. "I was so hard on you about the breakup, and a lot of things, and I shouldn't have been." She collected the tears underneath your eyes as she pulled back. "It's okay, mom."

"Its not. You were just doing your best, and I couldn't see that. Can you forgive me?" You grabbed her hand. "Of course mom, I love you."

"Are you and Joe okay?" Your averted eye contact made her laugh. "I know about you two. Chris told me." You had to remember to kill your brother later on after he was married. "I'm not sure", you finally admitted. "Well then, go find him and talk until you are sure. He's one of the good ones. Don't let him get away." You gave your mom another hug before you left to find Joe.

****

"Is Chris gonna be okay?" You approached Joe, who had found an isolated spot just outside of the hall. He smiled when he spotted you, the corners of his eyes creasing. "He'll live. Tiffany is pissed, but he's high on some pain meds right now. Should make for a helluva wedding."

"Listen-", the two of you chuckled as you spoke at the same time. "Can I go first?" Joe asked, bending his head down to look you in the eyes. You nodded, allowing him to continue. "I'm sorry, I never should have pushed you. You've been through a lot, and I was only thinking about how hurt I was, and that's not fair to you. I just want you to know, that I'm willing to wait until you're ready. No matter how long it takes. You're worth waiting for."

You felt butterflies in your stomach as Joe pulled you into his chest, his hands falling to your lower back. You rested your palms on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with each breath. "I'm sorry too. You were right; I was pushing you away. I didn't think I deserved someone like you. You're perfect. You're kind, you're way more understanding than I've ever deserved, and I'm sorry it took me so long to realize that." You took a deep breath as you looked at Joe, taking in his face. His hands snaked around to the back of the head, pulling you into a gentle kiss.

You chased his mouth as he pulled back slightly. "You're perfect, baby", he whispered, "and fuck anyone who made you forget that." You closed the gap, crashing lips again into a much more passionate, deep kiss. Joe chuckled against your mouth. "Can you let me get the words out please? I've been practicing." You smiled, grabbing at his hand. "Yes, sorry."

"You were wrong this morning. You said that we couldn't make promises to each other, but that couldn't be farther from the truth. I can promise, that I'll never hurt you as long as I live, if you let me." He stroked your cheek with his thumb as you leaned into his touch.

"I promise to let you." It felt like the easiest promise you'd made in your entire life. It just felt right, being there with Joe, and all you had to do was just let him love you. You felt every inch of your body tingle, desperate to feel his lips on yours again. "Are you done?", you asked in jest. "Yeah, yeah, I'm done." Joe smiled into the kiss, pulling you impossibly close.

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[buggysangel17]

Three Peas In A Pod I

Summary: The start of an adventure with you and your twins. Characters: Shanks x Buggy x F!Reading (she/her). OC Twins. (Rosa & Azul) Word Count: 740 Chapter Warnings:  None

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Chapter I: Legend of the Yellow Haired Pirate

“A Hundred Million?” Your son, Azul gaped as his grasp was firm on the bounty placed on one of the newspapers you’ve burrowed from the last island you’ve all stopped by.

It was a sight to see him this animated, far from the resentment of having to stay in an island filled with just the memories and stories of your time in the sea, alongside his father. He was a spitting image of him, even going as far as having his personality, with the only thing that was different with him was the lack of the red nose like his father, which was, one of the only thing your son had inherited from you instead. A part of you wondered how Buggy would think of his own son hoping and praying to be just like him when he grows up to his full potential.

The shock of your son was the last of your problems that you needed to deal with. It wasn’t much but considering that you had decided to remain on land for the past decade and a half since you found out about your pregnancy and now, as your twins had decided that they wanted to follow in their fathers’ footstep, all you could do was oblige.

Taking down a Marine Ship on your first day back, it was chaos that earn not only you but your twins a poster with a hefty bounty on your head and a good start for the twins that were already given a thirty million to their name.

The rest of the crew aboard at the ship were more than amused by your son’s antics. Initially he had led to believe he could flashily take the lower ranking marine down with his numerous smoke bomb but it became more of a nuisance than much of an assistance for everyone involved. But A for effort as the Captain was far too distracted by the smoke to avoid your daughter’s sword attack.

It was team effort for the twins and that was what’s important to the two still too young apprentice you’ve found yourself having in the form of your children. It brought all the memories of your lovers back all over again. How memories of your shared time in Gol D. Roger’s ship was filled with chaos and glory before it all came crashing down at its disbandment and your Captain’s eventual execution.

“I started at twenty million so you two gotten better than I did when I started.” You tried your best to reassure your son before turning your attention to your daughter that wasn’t much affected by the bounty in her name, simply enjoying the fact that she already had one on the first raid.

“Maybe someday, I might even surpass Dad for my bounty.” Rosa spoke, a gleam in her eyes at the possibility.

You blinked at her statement. Unlike her brother, Rosa had been indifferent on whether she would want to stay in the island or set sail to retrieve the One Piece, all she wanted was to have you and her brother at whatever misadventure destiny would place upon you.

“I want you two to pass each and every single one of us one day.” You grinned messing with her red hair as well as her brother’s own blue ones. “I can’t stop either of you from this life, might as well make sure you both become the greatest amongst all.”

You had your own legend and your own stories, being a daughter of who was once Gol D. Roger’s greatest adversary, but had chosen to create a reputation of your own away from his name. You would wish the same fate to be given to your children, once you are certain that they can take care of themselves, you will set them free and let them explore the world as they see fit.

“When I’m grey and old, all I would ever wish is for the two of you to get the One Piece and make a name for yourselves with or without me.” You spoke, earning the cheers from the rest of the crew that had been a devout part of your life even when you had momentarily settled down, all of them ready as ever to get back with just a single word.

When the time comes, if it was you or if it was them, you will all make a name for yourselves.

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[exilethegame]

I know it depends on what choices you make, but a close relationship with Esmeralda and MC, how does the compare & contrast with Nikke and Jost? (Since those are the only prominent sibling relationships)

Nikke + Jost don't have a very good relationship. It's complicated, and very one-sided on both ends. Nikke cares for Jost a lot, Jost resents Nikke. But neither one of them would let fatal harm come to the other. I say fatal because... well, while Nikke is fiercely protective of Jost, the same can't really be said about her towards him... Their parents also both obviously favored Nikke over Jost in their childhood, which did create an odd power dynamic in the twins relationship-- one that Nikke himself is oblivious to.

Meanwhile, MC + Esmerelda were equally cared for by Emeline, though Marcelle also held a bias for MC over Esmerelda. Esmerelda, however, didn't internalize this or resent MC for it like Jost did with Nikke. She just resented her Mother for it.

Esmerelda always wants to be close to MC, regardless of if MC doesn't feel the same way. Esmerelda is just... very lonely. Her position in life makes it incredibly difficult for her to have real friends, and she's spent most of her life isolated in the castle. MC is the only real person she could turn to growing up, and as a result, she always has that longing to be close to them as siblings.

So, if MC reciprocates that, MC + Esmerelda have a very strong relationship as siblings. Before, Esmerelda wasn't really able to help MC since she was largely "out of the loop" of what was going on during MC's exile. But now that she's older, however, you'll very much see how MC + Esmerelda look out for, and care, for one another.

Honestly, I'd say Jost + Nikke's relationship is a mirror to Esmerelda + MC's relationship if MC doesn't like Esmerelda and resents her. Nikke/Esmerelda always have that desire to care for + protect Jost/MC, even if Jost/MC hates that, and it's to the detriment of Nikke/Esmerelda.

#answered #going through old asks I didn't have the energy to answer 💀 #I'm back and alive bby #esmerelda #jost #nikke

[melrosing]

how do you see an AU where Joanna survives and her relationships with her children?

been thinking about this ask whilst eating spaghetti

I think it's a mess with all three. first of all, supposing Joanna survives Tyrion's birth, she also survives to seal the deal with the Princess of Dorne in sending one of the twins off to Sunspear to be betrothed.

and whilst I kind of like 'jam growing up in Dorne' aus, I do think it would most likely be Cersei who gets shipped off. that's namely because in taking Cersei, the PoD reserves Elia for marriage to Rhaegar (I'm sure she was biding her time for that), and in the same fell swoop removes Cersei as her competition (Cers would probably have ranked quite highly before Tywin and Aerys' falling out).

obvs Joanna would be conscious of that calculation on the PoD's part, but 1) she may not necessarily have had the same ambitions for Cersei as Tywin did, and 2) at this particular point Joanna probably needs the betrothal of one of her children to a Martell more than PoD does; she wants the twins separated, but they're still very young at this stage so she would want them in safe hands - and she was once close to the PoD, possibly saw her as an elder sister/mentor figure of her own. so a Martell betrothal is the safest way she can do this, and Cersei would be the one the PoD would offer to take I reckon

so Cersei is forced out of her home at a young age, and I think that could be pretty interesting in terms of Tywin and Joanna's marriage for one thing. like, I assume Tywin would resent two women going behind his back to betrothe his daughter when he expressly had plans to give her to Rhaegar. is he able to put a stop to it?? I think Joanna would insist on it, but that would cause a bit of a rift because Joanna isn't explaining WHY and maybe it's the first time he feels she's crossed a line in her role as his wife.

I ALSO think that if Joanna were to survive Tyrion's birth, some part of Tywin would blame his son's disability on Joanna. in killing Jo, Tyrion martyrs her, but if she survived then it's like she's somehow responsible in Tywin's fucked up mind. bc I don't think he could fathom having had anything to do with his son's conception himself if the son wasn't what he'd wanted. so generally yes I see their relationship being worse and probably more distant with fewer visits from KL.

ANYWAY I digress but thinking about where this situ leaves Joanna and her relationship w her kids!!

JAIME starting with Jaime cos I think this would, relatively speaking, be the most straightforward. I think of the Lannister siblings, all the key Lannisters generally find Jaime the easiest to love and I don't think Joanna would be an exception. I think she's absolutely the kind of mother who would love her sons better, because as a woman she doesn't take such a complicated and visceral view of them as she does her daughter.

HOWEVER she would of course recall what happened between Jaime and Cersei. and I think she would low-key blame Cersei. I think Cersei, whilst charming in her own way, was no doubt a kid who could be angry and sour and difficult to handle, whilst Jaime sounds comparably quite affable and easygoing. so the first fucked up thing Cersei and Joanna's relationship is that Jo decides Cersei is the one who came up with the 'game' so that she can mentally forgive Jaime, because it's easier than reckoning with her son being less than perfect.

and I think the result with Jaime is that he resents Joanna deeply for sending Cersei away, and he dislikes that she keeps trying to acquit him of what they were both doing, and consequently distances himself from her. I imagine them as close before that, so this hits Joanna hard and she turns that resentment on Cers, again making their relationship worse.

possibly the relationship between them heals a little as Jaime grows matures and maybe realises how upset Joanna must have been at the time, but I think he is always angry for what she did to Cersei and doesn't forgive her that.

CERSEI I imagine Cersei stays in Dorne till she's maybe 12-13, and then maybe is made lady in waiting to Elia in King's Landing. and I think she spends the whole time hating Joanna. like I kind of doubt that Oberyn and Cersei would like each other much, and Cersei would always remember she was supposed to be Rhaegar's Queen, and Dorne sucks etc and where's Jaime, and also just like imagine how traumatic to be seven and sent away to some strange place for doing something you didn't even really understand was wrong. of course she'd hate Joanna

I think she only comes home to the Rock intermittently from Dorne, and Joanna is subtly antagonistic to her every time in case Cersei 'corrupts' her son again + Cersei is probably antagonistic in return because Joanna is the one who ruined everything, so it's all fucked. Joanna probably still tries to temper her daughter into the lady she thinks she should be, and Cersei is just not having it. it's awful

TYRION I feel like there's two Schools of Thought (lmao) on how Joanna and Tyrion's relationship would be: one where Joanna dislikes her son but is just more tactful about it than Tywin, and one where they're actually close and Joanna fancies him a bit of a mini-me.

I think it could be BOTH. I think Joanna, who no doubt cares a great deal about her public image and is still v much a Lannister who somehow had it in her to love a man like Tywin (to whatever degree she did), would be disturbed at having birthed a disabled child and would never quite shake that. it would haunt her forever.

BUT Tyrion is smart and funny and desperately wants to love her and be loved by her, and I think she would respond to that with a love of her own. I think she'd try to raise him up beyond what everyone else thought of him, and there'd be a lot of whispering in one another's ears. but she can't raise him up beyond what she, deep down, thinks of him, and that's a bitter truth in their relationship all Tyrion's life. I think she punishes him more harshly than she would Jaime, and is less willing to tolerate any shortcoming in Tyrion - he has to be better in every sense he can be. so there are darker periods in their relationship with Joanna is crueler to Tyrion, and it utterly fucks with his head because he knows how warm she can be when she chooses to be and he doesn't know how to win her love back, it's just like one day she warms again and things are nice once more but he always fears her turning cold again

and I think a big part of this is Tywin blaming Joanna for Tyrion - I think she'd find that hideously unfair, but perhaps also believe it a little.

ANYWAY long post and this is a huge amount of conjecture but long story short I think Joanna is fucked too

#ask #asoiaf #joanna lannister #cersei lannister #jaime lannister #tyrion lannister #long post

[toringo]

Since I already made this a tag, I might as well develop the thought: William is a self-fulfilling prophecy personified. He wholeheartedly believes that no one would ever respect or need him in any way despite his desperate want for attention and splendor.

He wants people to give him attention and care for him, only to push them away and cry about how lonely he is; he alienates himself from Elizabeth, shoves her off, and so, despite still caring for him in a way, she grows resentful of him (just like she does with Henry).

I am 100% sure he was doing that with Henry, too. Henry must have loved him to some extent. If not romantically, then as a close friend, family perhaps. Yes - Henry was distant, constantly drifting away with his thoughts - fixated. If William cared to get closer, he would surely be able to.

But William wasn't trying to get any closer; he was in his little bubble of obsession and spite, always just a bit out of reach, wallowing in misery that he hid from everyone else.

Henry was his only close friend, but in the end, it was like they barely knew each other (They were both oh so lonely).

Instead of taking the first step, William grows jealous, craving Henry's attention and convincing himself he will never get it. He starts blaming it on Henry's children: Charlotte especially, 'daddy's little girl.'

In Charlie's memories, William looks like he is considering which one to take, her or her brother. I don't think that's the case - I think he's always intended to take her. It was just a matter of figuring out which was which: they were twins, and it was dark in the storage.

He knew what would hurt the most. Henry didn't seem to care about Sammy nearly as much as he did for his little girl. He started drowning himself in grief while William was considering some things.

What a power trip that was!

What a center of attention he's become, even though people weren't aware he was the culprit.

What a thrill.

Not only had it made him feel powerful (feared), but it had also given him a splendid opportunity to become Henry's shoulder to cry into. It had also fully convinced him of what he'd always thought: no one would ever love him. He was a terrifying and imposing figure.

Maybe he'd felt justified in his crime; maybe the fun that came with it was secondary.

He wanted to be hated, feared, to wake disgust. It was better than remaining unseen, even if it was his fault.

It's like he wants to get mistreated to have justification, of sorts, the satisfaction of being correct. He takes pleasure from people being scared of him, disgusted with him, and hating him. Whenever someone shows any sign of care or concern, he lashes out.

Did he beg Henry to mistreat him? Not with words, but his behavior? Did he confess so he could see the betrayal, the hatred? Disgust? Was he drinking it off his eyes? Did he want Henry to turn that hatred into violence?

When Henry made his last decision, was he disappointed? Was he satisfied?

Lonely, again?

He is constantly setting himself up for failure.

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[cupcakeslushie]

Venus and three's relationship hurts me so much you are so very good at what you do

Thank you!

It’s kinda been paining me, how much everyone seems to love their dynamic so much, but knowing I’ll have to separate them for a time.

@phoenixanddust

I promise there will be no major character death. There’s one character that I might kill off, but it’s for Cass’s backstory and to explain why she would turn so quickly against the foot clan…

As for Venus, she will be alone for a time still. And her reunion with Donnie will not be the best. Between his guilt and her anger over being left behind, things get pretty vitriolic. She’s secretly happy to see Donnie safe and healthy, but she’s on a mission for Big Mama and a lot resentful about being left behind.

Big Mama will see that abandonment and work her way into the cracks of Vee’s armor where she was never able to before. And Mikey’s going to have a lot of bonding with Vee over that. He’s going to have a tough time trying to convince his twin that Big Mama is using her.

But by the time the family does the ritual for Draxum, Venus will be more of an ally, and then she’ll only grow closer to them from there. Once they have her, they refuse to let her run back to Big Mama.

And not to spoil too much, here’s some clues into her dynamics with the boys. Venus is antagonistic (affectionate) to Mikey, outright hostile (derogatory) to Leo, protective (affectionate/derogatory) of Donnie, and slightly resentful of Raph. When she joins the family they really lay on the baby sister vibe and it drives her nuts.

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[lorcandidlucienwill]

Quotes about Elain in ACOSF: Elain said, “Then I will find it. I might require some time to … reacquaint myself with my powers, but I could start today.” “Why?” Elain demanded. “Shall I tend to my little garden forever?” When Nesta flinched, Elain said, “You can’t have it both ways. You cannot resent my decision to lead a small, quiet life while also refusing to let me do anything greater.”

“Look who decided to grow claws after all,” she crooned. “Maybe you’ll become interesting at last, Elain.” “I went into the Cauldron, too, you know. And it captured me. And yet somehow all you think of is what my trauma did to you.” “Including Elain, who is more than capable of defending herself against the darkness of the Trove, if she chooses to. Don’t underestimate her.”

“Why not tell Elain about the baby’s sex first?” “She discovered the pregnancy. I wanted you to know this part before anyone else.” Elain had always wanted to visit the continent to study the tulips and other famed flowers, but her imagination had stretched no further. Also the direct contrast between Nesta and Cassian's thoughts: Elain was like a dog, loyal to whatever master kept her fed and in comfort.

Nesta was wrong, Cassian realized, to think Elain as loyal and loving as a dog. Elain saw every single thing Nesta had done, and understood why.

We see Night is wrong for Elain and Spring is right: Elain in black was ridiculous. Yes, she was beautiful, but the color of her long-sleeved, modest gown leeched the brightness from her face. It wore her, rather than the other way around. And he knew the cruelty of the Hewn City troubled her. But she hadn’t hesitated to come. When Feyre had offered to let her remain home, Elain had squared her shoulders and declared that she was a part of this court—and would do whatever was needed. So Elain had let her golden-brown hair down tonight, and pinned it back with twin combs of pearl. He’d never once in the two years he’d known her found Elain to be plain, but wearing black, no matter how much she claimed to be part of this court … It sucked the life from her.

But Elain … The Spring Court had been made for someone like her. Too bad her sister refused to see her. Nesta would have told Elain to visit this place.

We see Nesta taking the rose carving made for Elain: Her gaze shifted to the carved wooden rose she’d placed upon the mantel, half-hidden in the shadows beside a figurine of a supple-bodied female, her upraised arms clasping a full moon between them. Some sort of primal goddess—perhaps even the Mother herself. Nesta hadn’t let herself dwell on why she’d felt the need to set the rose there. Why she hadn’t just thrown it in a drawer. Her father had died for her, with love in his heart, and Nesta held love in her own heart as she pulled the small, carved rose from her pocket and set it upon the gravestone. A permanent marker of the beauty and good he’d tried to bring into the world.

And then there's her mate Lucien: He had to give Lucien credit: the male was somehow able to move between his three roles—an emissary for the Night Court, ally to Jurian and Vassa, and liaison to Tamlin—and still dress immaculately.

“Easy,” Lucien repeated, and flame sizzled in his russet eye. The flame, the surprising dominance within it, hit Cassian like a stone to the head, knocking him from his need to kill and kill and kill whatever might threaten—

“No. But we need to summon Lucien,” Azriel said, just a shade tightly, as if he didn’t like it one bit.

Koschei said, “Tell my Vassa I’m waiting.” Mor failing to form agreements in Vallahan and its implications: Indeed, Mor’s eyes shuttered. “They don’t want to sign the new treaty.” “We are weakened—all seven courts. Even more at odds with each other and with the rest of the world since the war. If Montesere and Vallahan march on us, if Rask joins with them, we will not withstand it. Not with Beron already turned against us and allied with Briallyn. Not if Tamlin cannot master his guilt and grief and become what he once was.

“But you and yours have more important things to think about than ancient history. My father is furious that his ally is dead, but he’s not deterred. Koschei remains in play, and Beron might very well be stupid enough to establish an alliance with him, too. I hope that whatever Morrigan is doing in Vallahan will counteract the damage my father will unleash.” And Spring has fallen into disrepair and Beron wants it: “They say a beast prowls these lands now. A beast with keen green eyes and golden fur. Some people think the beast has forgotten his other shape, so long has he spent in his monstrous form. And though he roams these lands, he does not see or care for the neglect he passes, the lawlessness, the vulnerability. Even his manor has fallen into disrepair, half-eaten by thorns, though rumors fly that he himself destroyed it.” Eris’s fingers closed around the petals. “Who says he wants land on the continent?” He surveyed the orchard—as if to make a point. Silence fell. Rhys murmured, “Beron knows another war that pits Fae against Fae would be catastrophic. Many of us would be wiped out entirely. Especially …” Rhys tilted his head back to take in the apple blossoms. “Especially those of us who are weakened. And when the dust settles, there would be at least one court left vacant, its lands bare for the taking.”

And a bonus...from the bonus chapter. He slept as well as could be expected, but when Azriel returned to the river house to gather his presents before dawn, he found Elain's necklace amid the pile.

"But I wonder if everyone has spent so long assuming Elain is sweet and innocent that she felt she had to be that way or else she'd disappoint you all." "But I also think we haven't seen all she has to offer." "Let's focus on helping one sister before we start on the other." Make of that what you will 🤷‍♀️

#elucien's book is next i don't make the rules #elain archeron #pro elain archeron #lucien vanserra #pro lucien vanserra #elucien #pro elucien #this isn't even all the quotes but it'll get too long lol

[normal-internet-user]

TRUTHS AND LIES: 3

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Pt: 1 Pt: 2

Summary: After Karai finally comes to terms with the truth, you go along with her to get your revenge on the Shredder.

Warnings: Badly written fight scenes, broken bones, angst

Requested: Nah

Female Reader!

Notes at the end.

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Joy was the only way to explain the way you were feeling. You had Karai back in your life, you had your sister omce again.

The time you were seperated you felt as though you'd been split in two, you had never been apart for so long. You were twins, best friends, two halves of a whole.

So when she renounced you, when she left you behind, you couldn't help but hurt. You felt guilt and shame for leaving, though you knew it was just your habit of taking all the blame.

The two of you had yet to talk about that day. You knew you needed too, it was necessary to mend the strained bond you shared, but you couldn't help but grow anxious whenever you tried.

So the two of you just left it alone, hoping that strained feeling would dissapear. You sighed as you continued to watch your little brothers spar with each other. Splinter insisted that you observe alongside your sister, despite having particapated in their training before, wanting to unlearn the style taught to you in your youth.

A small giggle escaped from your mouth as the boys abandoned their weapons in favor of wrestling on the ground. You looked over at Karai and saw her face also graced with amusment.

"Is this how training always goes?" Karai asks, snickering silently.

"Yame!" Your father shouted, and irrated sigh following.

You couldn't help your own silent giggling, as you had never seen training happen this way before. The water balloons were definitly new.

"My sons and daughters, that is enough for today."

The boys all stand to leave, you were going to go with them, but Karai remained, so you did as well. Leonardo turned to the two of you, "You guys coming?" he asked.

"In a minute." Karai replied, moving to stand by the alter that held the picture of the two of you in your mothers arms.

Splinter moved to stand beside her, glancing down at Karai, "Not what you expected?"

Karai sighed, "I'll admit, it's weird being with the people I was told were my enemies."

You nodded, "Hai. I honestly thought Leonardo was tricking me when he told me the truth."

Karai looked up at Splinter curiously, "What really happened between you, Shredder and our mother?"

With a grim sigh, Splinter tells the tale of his brotherhood turned rivalry. How both he and Oroku Saki fell in love with the same women, and how years of Saki's built up jealousy ultimately led to tragedy.

You were horrified. This is not the tale you were told as a child. Though you figured long ago that it was a lie. But a lie to this extent? It was all Shredder's fault.

He ruined your family, took away your mother then blamed your father, and you believed him. You never desired revenge on Yoshi the way Karai always had, no, but your resentment towards him was always there.

To know that you had been angry at the wrong man your whole life, and the true horror was standing next to you the entire time was shattering. It filled you with guilt.

Karai was angry. You could tell, and she wasn't hiding it. She never did. You knew what she wanted, and it was revenge.

"After all this time," she said, her rage evident, "Haven't you wanted revenge?"

Splinter shook his head, "After all this time I learned that revenge only leads to more pain."

That was true, you supposed. Revenge could go on infinintly in a cycle of tragedy, you supposed letting go of things was necessary sometimes. But maybe not this time.

Karai seemed appalled at Splinter's stance on the matter, arguing with him until Splinter gently eased her. So he thinks anyway.

You and Karai share a glance. It's quick and fleeting, most would miss it, and those who didn't wouldn't chalk it up to anything. But the message was clear.

Tonight was the night that Shredder would pay for his lies at the hands of the two he'd wronged.

Tonight, Oroku Saki would suffer.

That night, you and Karai lay in your shared room, pretending to be asleep. Leo comes to check on the two of you, asking if your awake and recieving no reply.

He leaves, and you lock eyes with Karai. With a nod, the two of you silently creep out of your room and towards the exit.

"Going after Shredder by yourselves is a bad idea."

You turn to see Leonardo, and you silently groan. Karai scowls, "Don't try to stop us, Leo."

Leo shakes his head, "I want to go with you." he says, and Karai looks surprised, glancing over at you before turning back to Leo

"What?" she asks, you remain silent, standing behind her.

"You're right, Shredder will never stop hunting us. The only way for us to be safe is to take him down."

You and Karai look at eachother, having a silent conversation. You nod slightly at Karai, and Leo perks up, think you're agreeing to let him come along.

Karai sighs, "My whole life has been about revenge." she looks back at you as you look at the ground, "We can't ask you to risk your life too."

"Let me help."

Karai approaches Leo, and you watch the interaction slightly ammused as you say, "Sorry, Ao."

Karai punches Leo in the face, and you quickly use a pellet to knock him unconcious.

You check to make sure Leo is unconcious. and Karai nods, "This ends tonight." she states, and the two of you silently leave the Lair.

You and Karai stealthily make your way into the Shredders throne room, something you always hated about this place. It was pretencious, and made him seem a more important man than he was.

Karai motions to the throne, and you spot the outline of your father sitting there. With a shared nod, the two of you creep up to either side of the throne, ready to end this once and for all.

But as you get closer, you're shocked to realize that Shredder isn't there... it's Chrome Dome.

So then where..?

"Karai. (Name)."

You turn to find the Shredder standing over the two of you, and despite your best efforts, despite Karai's clear confidence, you can't help that small trickle of helplessness that fills you.

"You returned sooner than I expected." He says, addressing Karai before turning to you with a scowl, "You however. I have not seen you in quite some time, Uragiri, not for months."

Uragiri. A name that meant betrayal. A stark contrast to your current name, or the name used by your father. You could feel the venom and malice in Shredder's tone, you never had been his favorite. That title went to Karai.

Chrome Dome forcefully grabbed Karai, and you moved to help, only for Shredder to throw you to the side. You slammed into the wall with a yelp, a sharp pain shooting through your ribs.

You watched as Karai freed herself from Chrome Dome's hold, stabbing the robot to incapacitate it. Karai stood fierce before the Shredder, and you joined her side, drawing your own tantō blade.

You did your best to ignore the flare of pain in your torso, watching with slight enjoyment as Shredder realized that unlike Karai, the tantō you used was not the one he'd given you. The blade handle was engraved with the Hamato crest, something you showed off with pride. Shredder's rage was evident in his face.

"The time has come for us to say good-bye, Shredder." Karai said, voiced laced with venom.

You nodded, tilting your head, "I never did get to bid the fairwell."

The two of you charged the Shredder, Karai tossed a smoke pellet in an attempt to distract him, but to your amazment, he didn't react at all.

He blocked both your blades as you swung at him, pushing both of you back and away from him. Karai jumped around Shredder, slicing in an attempt to hit him at least once.

You charged as he turned his back, aiming for the chinks in his armor. However, he turned and brought his fist down on the back of your neck with enough force to knock you to the ground. Your head slammed into the ground, causing your vision to swim as you rolled over onto your back. He stamped his foot down on your torso and you cried out as he applied pressure to your broken ribs.

Angry, Karai stabbed at his face, only for Shredder to catch the blade inbetween his hands. He shoved Karai away with a scowl.

"Foolish children." he scowls, kicking you away in favor of slowly approaching Karai, "I taught you everything you know, you hold no surprises for me. This has gone far enough."

Karai lauched two shuriken in his direction, Shredder blocked them, and Karai continued to attack. Causing Shedder to stumble back where he would see the Hamato crest ingraned on the shuriken.

With a shout of rage, he backhanded Karai as she jumped at him. Karai landed afew feet from you, and you winced as you attempted to stand.

You felt someone's foot push on your back, forcing you back to the ground as Tigerclaw took Karai. Your sister continued to struggle, shouting things you couldn't register as your brain grew foggy, and you fell unconcious...

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Ok, I have some notes to add, #1: I originally intended to kill reader in this chapter, and end the series there, but I figured I'd finsh the episode "Vengeance is mine"

and #2: I have no idea how to write a fight scene ok- 😭

Translations:

Yame = End/finish

Hai = yes

Uragiri = A name that translates to betrayal.

Ao = Blue

#tmnt #tmnt x reader #x reader #normie writes #tmnt 2012 #tmnt 2012 karai x reader #shredder/oroku saki #master splinter x child reader #karai's sister reader #tmnt 2012 leo #tmnt 2012 x reader

[thefeatherwrites]

Forever Reunited

Unedited. Angst. Painful. Read at your own discretion.

It’s cold. So, so cold.

But nothing phased you anymore. Your heart was replaced with a void of darkness, swallowing anything warm and bright, like a black hole.

Even as you sit next to an unmarked grave. But you know who is there. You know who lays beneath the cold earth as you wished for nothing more than to join them.

You didn’t even feel the warm hand that rested on your shoulder, offering the little bit of comfort they could give. All hands felt cold to you anyways. The sky is cold and grey as the rain attempts to wash your pain away, but it only soaks you in sadness and regret.

“Are you alright?” Ominis asks, leaning down to sit next to you.

What a stupid question you thought, continuously staring into the haze of the foggy highlands as the storm passed through, like it did most days during the spring.

You stayed silent, knowing he would hear your low heart rate and silence would be enough of an answer. It wouldn't have been more than a whisper anyways. Your voice has been incredibly sore from all the screaming and crying you have done from the last few days.

"I believe that suffering in silence is the most excruciating type of pain." He began to say, "I wish you would at least try to talk to me." he pleaded.

"It's too much, Ominis. All of it." That was all you could say. In short, it was true. Everything with the rebellion, your ancient magic, everyone's expectations of you, and now losing the only one who made it all seem worth it? It was just so much for you. Too much.

"He was my best friend and brother. I know the depth of pain you are feeling and it's easier to go through if you talk about it with someone." If you wanted to look away from the curtains of rain that fell in the distance, to notice that Ominis was silently shedding tears, maybe things would have been different. Seeing someone else in pain always brought out a motherly instinct in you, to comfort them.

Maybe if you had comforted Ominis, things would've been different.

But you didn't.

“He was more than that.” You whispered, just loud enough for him to hear.

“I know.”

The rain worsened, making the dirt you sifted through your fingers turn into mud as you squeezed it through your fingers. Trying to find something to bring you back to earth, to help you gain some semblance of reality. But it didn't quite feel real to you just yet.

That he was gone. Sebastian was truly gone.

“Had I not been there… he wouldn’t have died.”

“No. This isn’t your fault.” Ominis began to plead, but you continued to blame yourself.

“If I wasn’t there, he wouldn’t have had to save me.”

You knew it was true. Solomon was a horrible guardian to Sebastian. While he had coddled Anne because she resembled their mother and because of her affliction, he held indifference and hate towards Sebastian because he was the spitting image of his brother.

"You are your father's son." He would often spit at him, acting as if it was a sin that he was even alive. You had grown to hate Solomon for the way he treated him for trying to go above and beyond what any healer has tried to do to save Anne.

Anne would only praise Solomon for taking care of her all the time, but you knew the truth. You knew she had to of been blind by her twins mistreatment, not even realizing the shack behind the house was Sebastian's humble abode during the summers.

While the dark arts was a bit above your comfort zone, you followed him anyways. Because you trusted him. He was your only solace while your own world was growing darker and more dangerous by the day. He made you feel safe. He made you feel wanted. He made you feel understood.

Everyone warned Sebastian about the dark arts, especially Solomon. The further you go, the worse it gets. While you adored his determination and loved how far he would go to save those he cares for, Solomon found it incredibly burdensome.

In the catacombs, all of the built up resentment he felt for his nephew had exploded into a cacophony of rage. Solomon was more focused about teaching Sebastian a lesson instead of the onslaught of Inferi that seemed to be never-ending. You, were merely guilty by association in Solomon's eyes.

As you fought off Inferi and helped defend Sebastian who was coming out of the trance of the relic, you noticed Solomon was losing his patience with him. Fury was a fire you knew all too well, and you could see it in his eyes.

Solomon began to attack you too. While you were strong for your age, you were no match for an ex-Auror. His strikes were relentless and as the Inferi kept popping out of the ground, you began to realize that you may just meet your death here.

Solomon began to scream at you, saying that you were only encouraging his nephew towards the dark arts and that you needed to be dealt with. You needed to be gone. He sent a powerful diffendo spell hurtling towards you at a rapid speed. One that would surely cut you clean in half, due to the malevolent nature of its caster.

But while you attempted to quickly dodge the attack.

Sebastian was quicker.

He dove between you and the oncoming spell, using his body as a shield to protect you. Everything around you blurred. You couldn't hear anything but your thundering heart beat and his that went sickeningly silent. You watched as his warm brown eyes turned dull and his freckles lose their color. His soft hair that reminded you of the late autumn leaves, with the micro-strands of red and gold that highlighted his hair had suddenly become a dull shade of brown.

His body fell with yours. You could feel the warm and sticky blood that had begun to stain your clothes, your hands, your face, everything. You began to call for his name, starting with a whisper until it became a deafening scream that alerted the distracted Inferi to your location.

All of the pent up anger, your rage, your sadness, your helplessness. Everything overloaded into your veins as you began to glow blue with your ancient magic surging to the surface, brighter than you had ever seen. As you held Sebastian to your chest, you watched through blurry eyes as you incinerated every Inferi in sight, which scared Solomon into fleeing the tomb.

Your magic was so powerful that the catacomb began to collapse. You only sat there and hugged Sebastian through it all, waiting for the falling debris to either crush you or suffocate you, either way, what bliss. If it wasn't for Ominis who had drug you out of the tomb right as it collapsed, you would have died next to him.

Now, here you both sit on top of the hill. Below you, are the remnants of the caved-in catacomb. Sebastian’s final resting place.

“I wish you hadn’t saved me.” You stated, finally glancing towards Ominis who looked just as sullen as you.

But he only replied with a sigh as he got up and offered his hand to you. While his hand was still cold, you grabbed it and he helped you up with his usual gentleness as he guided you back to the castle.

You only slept in your Room of Requirement now. Sobbing and retching everything your stomach could manage after not eating for almost a week. Your whole body began to shut down. Your chest heaved in pain, your head felt numb, you felt like you could crumble to pieces as you lay in the same bed you shared with Sebastian during the nights where it was too much.

It was too much now, but his warmth was no longer in the cold expanse of sheets next to you. Only his smell that was already fading from the pillow he slept on.

You started to become overwhelmingly drowsy, wondering if it was actually true. If it was indeed possible, to die from a broken heart.

You got your answer, and so did the others when they found your body days later after the news of your sudden disappearance.

Your final thought was how excited you were to see him.

To see his loving gaze and feel his warmth once more.

Forever reunited.

#hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy sebastian #sebastian sallow #angst

[atopvisenyashill]

What if Tywin died instead of Joanna?

i’m so mad i had a better structured answer and tumblr ate it so now this is super long and ranty. blame tumblr!!

anyways, i’m seeing three scenarios here

everyone is better off

the twins are still Doing That but tyrion is better off, so probably everything is still better off

aerys loses his absolute mind bc joanna is single now

while i imagine joanna does engage jaime to elia - and this is probably a much happier outcome for both of them, because joanna would have attempted to put a stop to the incest, up to and including sending cersei to foster somewhere else - i do think cersei is a huge question mark. she is often the instigator of their problems!

not to lay the respsonibility at her feet or anything, bc she experiences shit in her childhood that is enough to damage most people’s psyches (losing a parent that young and to childbirth is hard developmentally not to mention a fucked up prophecy hanging over her head & potential issues with empathy already!) and then experiences decades of spousal abuse, and is then given near unlimited power and told “now don’t do anything crazy lol” like, of course cersei decides “if i have to live in hell i’m taking these two idiots with me what are baby brothers FOR after all” and if you want them to have a chance at normalcy in adulthood, the key is for cersei to have a less traumatic time so she has half a chance at adjusting to the regular stressors of life. the main way to do this is to get her away from jaime and away from any terrible prophecies that trigger some sort of fucked up neurosis in her from an early age.

now, we don’t know who joanna had in mind for cersei, if she had even thought that far, but being lady regent of the west, she’s going to have significant control over who cersei marries. if she sends cersei away to foster somewhere to get her away from jaime, shes got a wide range of possibilities and if someone reaches out to her to get involved in their lil rebellion, she might take the opportunity to send cersei somewhere quite far, like riverrun or the eyrie or dorne or the fucking north, so long as it’s right now immediately & the distance might do cersei some good but equally possible cersei takes this as rejection and turns on her mother; though, if she’s spending her adolescent years somewhere with a healthier dynamic (and the bar is in hell) maybe cersei isn’t so paranoid. but that’s ONLY IF joanna is healthy enough & aware enough to send cersei away when she’s like 8 or 9. it’s a big if.

then there’s the tyrion of it all - i think joanna warms up to him eventually and cersei being elsewheres means he’s probably better off. at the very least, there’s less conflict if jaime married elia and had heirs like he was supposed to wrt tyrion, and Joanna may even attempt some matchmaking for him and can do that without the added stress of “he is disabled and also inheriting casterly rock” bc like, i’m not saying joanna would take the same hardline stance but i AM saying she saw something to love in fucjing TYWIN, and i don’t think she’s a saint who would unequivocably embrace her disabled son. BUT i don’t think she’d shame him or abuse him the way tywin does either. tyrion grows up in a family all similar to jaime; they certainly aren’t always respectful, frequently patronizing, dismissive, and tyrion is likely to get resentful at times (who wouldn’t) but i think everyone can agree that a household full of “i know they mean well but they don’t understand what it’s like” is an improvement over whatever the fuck tywin was doing.

all of this means…maybe the twins are married elsewhere when robert gains his throne potentially after KL goes boom since Jaime isn’t there to whack Aerys, but potentially after a much easier rebellion because dorne sided with the rebels, house lannister sides with the rebels, and they coup aerys the fuck out of there a bit easier. robert probably marries a tyrell or a hightower (there’s a few of marriage age and they’re rich) in that case. the realm is a lot better off lmao. OR cersei isn’t married yet (she’s still a lil young admittedly) and does marry robert. probably still attempts to pull jaime to her but joanna knows this is happening and is more inclined to stop it, especially with jaime married to elia, her best friend’s daughter and the beloved sister of the now prince of dorne. this probably causes a lot of problems ergo scenario two, but i do think a world where jaime or joanna is in charge of casterly rock, even a world where the incest still exists, is a world that is miles better off just bc joanna isn’t going to ignore the problem like tywin, and tyrion being even marginally less fucked up is a net win.

OR like i worried above, aerys starts a war for joanna. i mean, petyr started a war over his obsession with cat & sansa, it is not out of the realm of possibility that aerys “burning the lord paramount and his heir alive is fine actually” targaryen goes “joanna comes to court or i set casterly rock on fire” and that’s not really good for ANYONE.

so anyways if joanna lives it’s probably fine, probably even better actually, or maybe, everyone dies on fire. typical westeros really.

#valyrianscrolls #canon divergent au #joanna lannister #this is so long i am so sorry #there was more analysis of cersei tbh but it was getting like essay length #asks #to be extra clear the person i blame most for The Fall Of House Lannister is TYWIN not cersei. tywin sets a bomb in his house by treating #his kids like shit & teaching them to treat others like shit & then says ‘gee i hope this thing doesn’t explode’

[anto-pops]

I feel like this idea is such a trope/cliche but this dad!Seb stuff got me thinking and.. what if MC got pregnant while they were still in Hogwarts right before the whole ‘should we turn Sebastian in’ incident. And what if Ominis and/or Anne turned him in despite MC saying no. She realizes she’s pregnant a few months later bc no periods and her stomach is growing (ah the victorian era). She’s sad to raise it without Sebastian but has no choice, and she can’t even tell him. Anne/Ominis regret it and feel terrible but she can’t help to resent them a little for it.

Then like five years later, Seb escapes Azkaban and shows up at her house to surprise her and there’s a little four year old running around who looks just like him but with her eyes or something (maybe twins, and it’s an extra surprise for him when she’s like “there’s another one sleeping in the other room”). Cue emotional reunion. Would you be interested in writing this?

I’M SO INTERESTED IN WRITING THIS, WHAT AN AWESOME IDEA ???

I’m the last person to care about clichés, this is such a fun concept and ripe with potential. I’ll 100% add it to the WIP list !! 😩🫶🏻

#asks #I’ll find some time to whip something up for this after all the breeding kink stuff is written #but also if anyone else wants to take a stab at it before then GO FOR IT I WOULD READ THE SHIT OUT OF THIS #inspo #tw pregnancy

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Innocence- Aemond X OC

Summary: War is an ugly thing; Something that is common knowledge to all and yet something people resort to anyway when conflicts arise. It was not something Eirlys Velaryon wanted though, nor what Aemond Targaryen wanted as well. It was a war they were dragged into, and suffering they had to endure for crimes they were innocent of.

Warnings: under-age intimacy

Masterlist

Part 3

It had been almost two years since the incident.

Aemond never told Eirlys about it and after a few tries, she stopped asking him about it too.

The princess never knew why in the initial few days Aemond had grown to resent physical touch, until later on he once again managed to get comfortable around her, yet still never giving her the reason as to why there was a momentary shift in behaviour.

Aegon and Helaena had quiet recently been blessed with children; twins. This sparked the curiosity within Eirlys of how that came to be once again after years of not so much as even thinking about it.

Knowing that Aemond had no interest in the subject anymore, she decided this time to just go and ask Aegon herself.

"You can't be serious" Aegon looked at the princess like she'd just suggested cutting off her own head "you're almost a woman, about to be wed and you still do not know?"

"If I did I wouldn't be asking you now, would I?" Eirlys rolled her eyes at his statement.

"You and Aemond are a match made by the gods" Aegon mumbled as he pinched the bridge of his nose "so, the man enters the woman and spills his seed inside of her. That seed then grows into a baby inside the woman's womb"

"I'm not following" Eirlys furrowed her brows in confusion "how much wine did you drink?"

"I'm not drunk" Aegon facepalmed at her innocent stupidity "fine, let me simplify it for you. They have sex, which means a man puts his cock into a woman's cunt"

Eirlys suddenly felt slightly uncomfortable trying to imagine it.

"Why?"

"Well during the act, there's semen that spills out of the man and into the woman's womb, that's what makes the child" he further explained "but most of the time people don't perform sex just to bear children, it's done to pleasure themselves as well"

"Pleasure?" Eirlys repeated, not being able to wrap her head around how that would be pleasant "h-how?"

"You're too innocent" Aegon sighed "someone's got to change that"

Aemond had been informed that his older brother had called for him after supper. He didn't really want to go and hear what he had to say, but went anyway to avoid his brother showing up to his quarters.

"You sent for me?" Aemond asked as he walked in.

"You need to start showing interest in your duties" Aegon's tone was stern and serious, something Aemond wasn't accustomed to.

"M-my duties?" He asked, recalling that this was the same older brother who spent more time with his cups of wine than with his books "I'll have you know I'm the only one between the two of us who actually studies history, philosophy, close combat-"

"No not that you twat" Aegon quickly cut him off, slightly annoyed by his brother bringing up the fact that Aegon was the sibling who was never one to show any interest in studies "I meant about your fourth coming duties as a husband"

"What"

"Eirlys has never been with a man before and it'd be a shame if you happen to let her down in bed" Aegon sighed "I paid good money last time but you ran off, ungrateful little-"

"If you wish to bring up the events from two years ago, I have no intention of standing here and listening to you go on" Aemond briskly responded "if that is all, brother, I shall take my leave"

"Eirlys was here earlier you know," Aegon informed "she asked me the same thing you did when we left the castle that night"

"And what did you do?" Aemond turned around to face him.

"Well I told her how the act was done" the older boy simply shrugged "though I doubt she really made any sense of it"

"And what does this have to do with me?"

"You're going to be her husband for fuck's sake" Aegon dramatically announced "and you don't yet know how to please a woman in bed"

"So what exactly are you trying to say?" Aemond impatiently asked, now slightly cautious of his inexperience. He'd never really thought much about his marriage to Eirlys. The two had such a lovely relationship as friends that he hadn't put much thought into having to bed her.

"I say we go back to the city" Aegon told him.

In truth Aegon didn't care much about how his little brother would please his wife-to-be in bed. He just wanted company as he snuck out so even if he did get caught, the entire blame wouldn't land on himself.

Aemond was hesitant. He didn't know if he'd react the same way as he did the last time. But with the concern of his marriage to Eirlys drawing closer, he thought it'd be best to get it over with for the sole purpose of not embarrassing himself.

"Alright" he finally gave in with a sigh "just this once I suppose"

"Lovely" Aegon clapped as he went to go pour himself and his brother some wine "I'll meet you at the street of silk, I still have some drinking to be done with before I arrive"

Aemond, once he'd drank the wine Aegon offered him, hesitantly changed into some of the old and washed up clothes his brother had hidden away under one of the floorboards beneath his bed. He used the same passageway Aegon had introduced him to the last time.

However, he didn't remember the route as clearly so he did have to ask a few people along the way for directions, feeling a slight tinge of embarrassment as he informed them he was trying to get to the a whore house.

"You can do this" he heaved a long sigh as he walked toward the familiar stone house "this is to prepare for your duties as a husband"

After he'd managed to muster enough courage to once again enter the place that had mentally scared him in his childhood, he looked for the madam of the house and informed her of his request for a room.

He paid her five pieces of gold and followed her directions to a room that was allotted for him. Upon the arrival of the young girl who would entertain his desires, he'd informed her of his inexperience, to which she assured him that she would guide him through it all so that he may be well informed the next time he'd visit.

This time Aemond did not find himself flinching away from the seductive touches. He submitted himself completely, following every command the girl gave him.

When the young prince was almost close to the edge, the girl stopped him.

"No, not inside me" she panted "in my mouth"

Aemond quickly slid his member out, granting her a break from his hard thrusts while she pushed him on the bed and got down on her knees.

She pressed her palms on his thighs as she slowly licked up his shaft before taking him into her mouth.

Aemond shut his eye as another wave of pleasure washed over him, his lips parted slightly to let the sound of his soft gasps escape.

As the girl swirled her tongue, eager to help the prince spill his seed into her mouth, Aemond's mind suddenly displayed the image of Eirlys.

Aemond quickly opened his eye, feeling embarrassed about having thought about her while being preoccupied in such a lewd situation.

But the pleasure he felt overpowered his senses and he once again closed his eye as he felt himself edging. His breaths became ragged and he fisted the sheets as he struggled to hold back his moans.

The girl bobbed her head up and down at a slightly quicker pace, knowing the prince wouldn't last much longer.

And she was right.

Involuntarily and completely out his control by that point, the prince elicited a loud moan.

"Eirlys" he breathed out, tightly shutting his eye as he came undone.

The girl looked up at him, momentarily caught off guard by the name he'd moaned but didn't ask him anything.

Aemond was appalled when he realised he'd released himself while thinking about her.His sweet, innocent friend who he was to marry.

In that moment the prince felt as though he'd committed a crime by thinking about her during such an inappropriate moment.

He left the girl three gold pieces before he dressed himself up, eager to get back to the castle.

He walked out the room, down the corridor and out into the open street but stopped in his tracks.

"What are you doing here?"

"Brother!" Aegon waved enthusiastically at Aemond "done already?"

"Aegon have you lost your mind?" He snapped as he walked closer to his brother.

"What's wrong" the older brother asked, oblivious as to why Aemond was in such a bad mood.

"Why did you bring Eirlys here?"

"Well I brought her here the same way I got you" Aegon casually told his brother, sounding slightly tipsy "so she may understand how a man and woman-"

"She doesn't need to be here" Aemond was quick to grab the girl's hand, yet avoiding any sort of eye contact "what were you thinking bringing a princess to a place like this? We're heading back"

"What, why?" Eirlys tried to free her hand out of his grasp. She knew what a whore house was, she'd just never been to one and as much as the foreign surrounding made her nervous, it also made her all the more curious. "Aemond let go!"

"You think I want you going in there?"

"I wasn't asking for you permission" the princess snapped "why's it fair that you are free to do as you please and waltz inside but I can't?"

"Good point" Aegon muttered.

"Shut up" Aemond responded.

The girl walked away from the two brothers, Aemond running after her to stop her while Aegon lazily walked behind them, his only concern presently being that he would have his fun for the night regardless of whether Aemond or Eirlys would stick around.

Despite Aemond trying to quiet literally hold the door shut, making himself and the entire situation look ridiculously comical, Eirlys resorted to tickling him to push him away from the door as Aegon then took his chance to swing it open.

The onlookers watched the trio in absolute confusion as they displayed a show of utter chaos:

Aemond stumbling backwards momentarily as Aegon held the doors open, trying to push Eirlys inside; Eirlys quickly trying to run in but then being pulled back by Aemond who'd wrapped his arms around her waist.

Eirlys didn't need to break free of Aemond's grasp to explore the old house. With the entrance of the establishment now wide open, she peeked inside as soon as she heard the lewd sounds of people moaning and was met with an obscene atmosphere of people grinding against each other, men humping against naked women.

The trio's chaos caught the attention of many, some of whom were not able to so much as walk in due to their little tussle right at the entrance.

And while the commotion was mostly taken by some to be a bunch of young adults who were drunk, the men of the city watch who'd seen that his from a distance mistook it for an entirely different situation; chalking up the conclusion that the two men were most likely trying to drag away a woman from the establishment against her will.

"Hey! Stop!" One of the guards called out as he approached them.

"Fuck" Aegon's eyes widened with panic "run, run!"

The three of them dashed away from the whore house, two of the men from the city watch following after them.

Aegon took a different route, unknown to Aemond and Eirlys, who continued running along the path they'd used to get to the streets of silk.

They knew outrunning them would not rule in their favour so Aemond began to scan the area for a place to hide.

"To your left" he called out, letting her run before him toward the little alleyway he'd pointed toward "under that stairway behind the barrels"

Eirlys crouched lower as she crawled into the narrow and damp space Aemond had suggested, the boy following swiftly after her. The tiny space that they'd picked to hide was really cramped, leaving only a few inches of distance between their faces as their bodies pressed close together so that they might fit in.

Aemond held a finger up to his lips, to indicate to stay silent as he heard the guards get closer.

Eirlys tried her best to control her ragged breathing after all that running and the tight space didn't not help. Yet instead of being more concerned about the fact that they might get caught, she found herself think more about what she saw at the whore house only a few minutes ago.

Aemond held his breath as the sound of boots trudging against the wet mud sounded his ears. The men muttered amongst themselves before they ran off, probably still in search of the trio.

The prince heaved a sigh of relief before he looked down to gaze at Eirlys. His breath hitched in his throat when he realised they were in such close proximity, being able to practically feel her breasts slightly heave up and down with each breath she took.

Eirlys' eyes looked up to meet his and Aemond, involuntarily, averted his gaze to her lips as he recalled moaning her name while he came.

In a way he felt like he'd defiled her, even though he hadn't meant to release himself while imagining her.

She was this demure, untarnished and delicate being in his mind, untouched by sin and corruption. And he wanted to protect that; protect her. And he knew that after what she'd seen only moments ago in that sinful place, part of that sweet innocence of hers was lost.

"Aemond?" She softly called out.

Fuck. He mentally swore as he felt the urge to lean down and kiss her.

He had kissed her before but that was years ago when he was younger, naïve and full of innocence, something that was lost forever.

"We should head back" he responded softly, fighting himself against dipping his head lower to capture her lips with his.

He quickly crawled out, before he could lose control over himself and then offered his hand to help the princess.

"What about Aegon?" Eirlys asked as she dusted the muck off her coat, not really being able to be rid of the stain.

"He can find his way back" Aemond answered her with an irritated tone.

"Are you upset?" The princess asked as the both of them walked back to the castle, cautiously looking around to avoid running into any more of the city watch.

"I am" the prince promptly replied "at Aegon, not you"

Throughout their conversation, he avoided looking at her, not being able to anymore after tonight.

She was so innocent, so pure and a complete contrast to what Aemond was, or rather, growing up to be.

Aemond did not wish to break fast with his family the next morning, he didn't wish to leave his quarters to begin with. He did try to avoid joining them, but Eirlys was sent to fetch him.

"Won't you be joining us, Aemond?" She'd asked as she knocked at his door, her gentle voice calling out his name made it rather difficult for the prince to refuse.

He opened the doors and had the princess take his arm as he led her back to the hall to dine with the family, all the while making a minimal amount of conversation as he avoided eye contact.

"Are you still cross regarding last night?" She asked when she took not of his unusual hostility he was exhibiting toward her.

"Like I said, I'm not upset at you" he murmured back in response.

Upon their arrival, Aemond sat at his usual spot at the head of the table after he'd pulled a chair for Eirlys, who always sat at his right.

"Shall we pray?" Alicent asked as she sat beside her husband Viserys.

As his mother the queen, began to recite a prayer that more or less was the same thing she said every morning, asking for forgiveness, good health and a long life to everyone present. Everyone gathered at the table followed her example and closed their eyes, folding their hands together and interlacing their fingers.

Aemond momentarily opened his eye to slyly glance at the princess. There was a loose strand of hair that fell out of place, making him want to lean over slightly and fix it for her.

Against his better judgment, he reached out and tucked the silvery lock of blonde behind her ear, to which Eirlys' eyes quickly snapped open upon having felt Aemond's cold fingers graze against her cheek, but by the time she'd turned to look at him, he'd already torn his gaze away from her.

Breakfast was rather silent that morning, with Aegon dozing off at the table every five minutes.

"Didn't sleep well?" Aemond asked sarcastically to which Eirlys bit her lip, indicating her disappointment in the prince for quiet possibly instigating an argument.

"No, brother, I did not" Aegon managed a weak smile to hide the sneer in his voice as he switched glances between Aemond and Eirlys"someone didn't let me spend my night peacefully"

"Someone took off and abandoned me" Eirlys added in reference to Aegon running off by himself last night during their little chase with the city watch, not appreciating that he blamed her as well for ruining his night.

"while I was on my way back from the library" she added quickly, using 'library' as a replacement for 'whorehouse' "that I didn't even get to go in"

"I wasn't the one who kept you from going to the library" Aegon swiftly retorted "if I recall correctly, it was Aemond who didn't want you to go"

"It was unsafe and improper for a princess" Aemond snapped before composing himself

"I'm confused" Helaena spoke, looking toward Eirlys for a clearer explanation "unsafe? But you were visiting the library?"

"I meant" Aemond effortlessly managed to spin a lie without a moment of hesitation "to be allowed to go to the library at such a late hour by herself"

"But it's alright for a prince, conveniently" Eirlys muttered as she side eyed Aemond.

"Because I was trying to-"

"Not at the table, please" Viserys sighed as he interrupted their little argument, not wanting this to turn into a fight.

"Perhaps you three ought to save this conversation until after we're all done" Alicent told them, skeptically looking between the three of them.

It was once again silent for the rest of the morning at the table until they all rose and left the hall to carry on with their duties awaiting ahead.

Aemond held his hand out for Eirlys, like how he always did each morning, to help her up but unlike the other times, today he'd refused to look at her.

The princess sighed in annoyance as she stood up, not accepting his hand and walked out the doors, Aemond slowly following after her.

"Now you're upset at me" he simply stated as he continued to walk behind her.

"Of course I am!" Eirlys threw him a nasty look "first you don't allow me to go into the establishment that you yourself had been to only moments before I arrived, then you proceed to ignore me as if I'm the one who ruined our evening"

"That was a whore house Eirlys!" Aemond whisper-yelled as he pulled her to the side, not wanting anyone to hear their conversation "what did you expect would happen once you were inside?"

"Well I-"

"You'd be taken to bed and fucked" the prince bluntly told her, not wanting to beat around the bush "I would know, that's what happened the first time Aegon took me and I hated every second of it"

"So you'd been there before?" she looked up at him, taken by surprise at his sudden confession.

"Y-yes, I mean... well-" Aemond struggled to find the words, something that didn't happen often "the first time I went, nothing happened. I-I left quickly"

Don't look at me like that he thought to himself as he watched her stare at him with disappointment. The two had always told each other everything yet this was something the prince had kept from her this whole time.

"Save it" she cut him off, not wanting to hear whatever excuse he'd come up with "I don't wish to speak to you right now "once you're done ignoring me and after you've realised you're at fault, come and find me"

Aemond failed to see he how he was the one at fault when all he did was prevent Eirlys from going into that horrible place. Despite the girl only wanting to merely observe what went on inside, he knew better than anyone that Aegon would ensure she enjoyed the whole experience and he did not want her to go through the same thing he'd been through. Additionally, the only reason he couldn't look at her was because it only reminded him that it was her face he'd imagined to release himself and there was no chance he would confess such a thing to her.

Without saying anything further, he walked away to head to the training yard to relieve some of the pent up frustration.

#aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #ewan nation #hotd #house of the dragon #tom bennett #world on fire #aemond #aemond smut #aemond x you #aemond headcanons #aemond x fem!reader #aemond x y/n #daemon targaryen #daemon smut #aegon targaryen #aegon smut

[daydreamshenanigans]

Theory crafting time, I’m not sure if this will gain much traction. Mostly crack theory. Spoilers for Jujutsu Kaisen. Sorry if there is formatting issues, I’m on mobile.

So, I’ve got this weird little theory in my head after taking a break from JJK to watch The Apothecary Diaries. It’s another great show but it got me thinking about Sukuna’s origins so I began speculating. What if Sukuna was born in a brothel?

What if a Jujutsu Sorcerer ended up spending the night with a courtesan? And said courtesan got pregnant? Again, this is all crack theory, but I like to think that Sukuna is the product of a one night stand sorta situation. The Sorcerer wanting nothing to do with the child or courtesan and the courtesan still wanting to keep the baby, or rather, babies. Maybe the courtesan was punished for her pregnancy and given less to eat, forcing Sukuna to devour his brother in the womb for strength. And when he was born, he was born in his OG form, like a conjoined twin situation. Or maybe he was malformed from a failed abortion… Maybe Sukuna’s mother grew to resent him for what he was, turning her back on him. There is also the potential that the brothel would also reject him for his looks, abuse him even…

It would make sense as to why Sukuna is all about going after the women and children, why he wears a woman’s kimono, perhaps why he shows human connection through fighting and violence. Could also help to explain his more cultured side as well.

Women and children he goes after in particular, outside of just being weak, but also because he sees little value in them from growing up in a place where women were a commodity and children were a burden.

He wears a women’s kimono with the wider sleeves for his arms, yes, but also maybe it’s just him trying to mimic those around him. Be beautiful like a Courtesan.

Him showing connection through aggression and violence is what he may have grown up learning. That hurting others and fighting was a twisted form of “love”, because it is all he ever knew so to speak. He struggles with any other display of affection or “love”, because it challenges what he believes to be true. It denies that the abuse he suffered was love, if that makes sense.

As for his more cultured side, Sukuna is a regal guy, with some class. He’s got a bit of poetry to him, he dresses nicely for what he likes to do, and he is pretty big on food as well. I don’t know, it just seems like something he might have learned early on in a brothel.

In conclusion, maybe Sukuna grew up in a brothel. That’s just my take, feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. I am writing this pretty late at night but this is just my theory on it.

#relatable #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #sukuna #ryomen sukuna #jjk spoilers #theory talk #my theory #jjk manga spoilers #jujutsu kaisen leaks #crack theory #I just wanted to contribute something. this theory has likely been made plenty of times

[ugetelynx]

I literally have no clue how to content warn Tushima’s lore cause there’s a LOT 😭 so I’m only going to go until he joins the government and i’ll work on another post going further in depth of his adulthood if I feel like it

The main content warnings (i think i’ve been working on this for like three days); death, death via suicide, abuse, kidnapping, experimentation, fires, murder, etc

• Tushima is the youngest of the Vivain brothers, his older brothers being Xander and Obake Vivain. He was raised as a girl (he’s trans) but other than that life started out okay

• When he was really young he lost his mother to suicide due to unseen mental health problems. Tushima is a spitting imagine of her (will be important) however he was too young at the time to really remember unlike his brothers so her death didn’t affect him the way it did the rest of his family (as he hadn’t had a grasp on death yet but oh boy will he soon)

• His father starts gathering resentment for his kids and neglecting them in all sorts of ways out of his grief for losing the wife he loved with all his heart; however he always treated Tushima with love and care due to be a spitting image of his late wife and would never hurt him cause if it

• As Tushima grew older he started transitioning, and he became a lot more aware of his father’s abusive behavior towards his older brothers. He always puts himself between him and his father if he was about to hit Xander or Obake; using the fact that their father would never hurt him to protect his brothers

• Their father soon remarried a woman who had fallen on hard times and they were basically just using each other; Obake and Xander never liked her, Tushima does cause she’s nice and never really knew his mother.

• His stepmom soon became pregnant with Jean-Eve, Tushima’s little half sister, and divorced his father not wanting her child to grow up around him

• Tushima falls into a gang at some point during high school due to meeting Inadv, one of his love interests. Tushima also becomes incredibly close friends with the rest of the gang; Ivy and Sage (twins), Fiora, Silas, Naomi, and Pearl

• Here’s where things start going downhill—fast

• Tushima was fwb with Inadv for a good while before meeting Elyta and getting together with her, cutting off the fwb deal with Inadv; however Inadv caught feelings (though he knows his boundaries and is happy for him)

• Tushima, age 18, gets accepted into a prestigious college that he never wanted to go too but he qualified and his brothers made fill out an application. Obake’s best friend, Molotov, also got accepted so he and Tushima arrived at college together

• Night one he and Molotov are kidnapped in the night and wake up in cages. Tushima recognizes a ton of other students from when he and Molotov first walked into the building to get their room keys

• Tushima’s attention is brought to the “scientist” unlocking his cage, before he knows it he’s getting grabbed and forced somewhere, he can hear Molotov’s faint yells getting further and further away

• The “scientists” strap Tushima down onto a bed as Tushima frantically tries to free himself; only to get muzzled and have his entire body forced still as the headmaster he always saw on the news comes out of the shadows with a syringe full of a weird green liquid, Tushima screams in agony as he gets injected with it (he has lifelong trauma with needles after this)

• They toss him back in the cage and he’s already feeling violently ill; that’s when he notices his body changing. His skin turns to black scales that rip his clothing, his teeth turn into fangs, nails into claws, and tentacles growing out of his back. He coughs up a green liquid before hearing a pleased voice behind him, without having any control over his body he’s slashing at the person through the bars; just slightly out of reach.

• Apparently he’s “perfect” and “just what they’re looking for”

• Since then his “college studies” were normal during the day but at night he was always forced into fighting and killing other students; “failed text subjects” as they called them, made Tushima feel sick. They all had one thing in common, they were horrifically disfigured to the point you’d think they were something out of those zombie movies

• He hated killing them, he always felt so fucking guilty and sick afterwards, but every time he refused he was given a liquid that stopped him from going into his “other form” or whatever you wish to call it to protect himself as the scales are impenetrable. Whenever this happened he’d get abused and beaten so badly it looks like a fucking murder scene, which it probably would have been if it were anyone other than him.

• After “graduating” Tushima and Molotov came home so much different than before. Tushima had always been closed off and quiet; but now he simply looked and sounded dead. Like he was a robot or ghost

• A couple months later he and the gang + Elyta run into Kiara and her colleagues; a rival “gang” if you will. Tushima knew from the glint in her eyes that there was something she was interested in; and Inadv had it. She and Inadv come to a deal that if he and the gang leave she won’t touch them, but as soon as his back is turned, a sharp spike goes straight through his stomach. Kiara kneels down next to him and takes a vial of that green liquid Tushima had been injected with before turning and leaving.

• Breaking out of his shock he rushes over to Inadv and collapses, frantically trying to stop the bleeding, screaming and begging for Inadv to keep his eyes open.

• Nothing works and Tushima and the rest of the gang are in tears, Tushima realizing he’d fallen for Inadv like Inadv fell for him, but it was far too late and Inadv died there in his arms (he fell too fast and he fell too late)

• a while after Inadv’s death, Tushima is contacted by a man named “Disappear” who had apparently formulated a plan to get back at the college that ruined both their lives. Intrigued, Tushima and his friends show up at the meeting spot. There Disappear, a man in his mid-late 30s, explains he was a victim of the college’s experiments and when he’d heard of Tushima and his ability and blood’s unique reaction to the injection he needed to get in contact with him. (Oh and Disappear also has a husband named Flawless who just looked like he was happy to be there)

• A week before the mission was set to take place (all sorts of people were involved including Tushima’s brothers), Tushima is smoking on a rooftop when someone comes up behind him. That someone is Kiara fucking Hayes. The girl who murdered Inadv

• He’s instantly on guard but she raises her hands to show she doesn’t mean any harm and sits down next to him, pulling out her own cigarettes. That’s when she and him start to have a one-on-one, both of them getting progressively more relaxed with each other.

• “Sorry about Inadv.” “Sorry for judging a book by it’s cover.” “Pff.. you’re a dork.” “Hey!”

• Kiara explains that she wants to help Tushima, to make up for what happened awhile back is what she explained but Tushima was sure there was more to it

• During the mission, after having evacuated everyone and rescuing the ones being experimented on, Kiara and Tushima are left 2 vs 1 with the headmaster who, for an old dude, is a lot more challenging to take on than he looks. And the fact the building’s on fire and burning down doesn’t help in the slightest

• He manages to knock Tushima so hard into a wall he cracks his head open and falls to the ground. The headmaster goes to kill him but as soon as he strikes at Tushima, Kiara jumps in the way and takes a sword straight through her arm (leaving her with permanent nerve damage afterwards)

• Tushima manages to force himself back into consciousness but the second he sees Kiara on the ground, holding her bleeding arm with the headmaster standing above her, he snaps and instantly “shifts” (literally have no clue how to describe him going into his corrupted form) into his corrupted form, losing all sense of control and tackling the headmaster to the ground before he could react and sinking his teeth into his neck until the body stopped moving

• Changing back he hurries over to Kiara and helps her up and over to the window Disappear was at

• “You okay?” “Yeah, just a flesh wound” “You’re bleeding way too much. we need to get you medical attention” “Vivain, I am fine”

• The sounds footsteps are hurrying toward where Tushima, Kiara, and Disappear are. Kiara urges Tushima to come with them but he tells Disappear to get Kiara and the others out of there and he’ll stall time for them, and Kiara is very much not happy about it

• “You guys go on ahead, I’ll give you time while they arrest me.” “Vivain what the fuck are you thinking?! Come on lets go, the building’s coming down!” “Hayes—Kiara. I’ll be fine, get out of here.”

• Disappear, quite literally dragging Kiara away, makes their escape with the others while Tushima is left behind when a flurry of government agents storm the building and aim guns at him. Putting his hands up, and behind his head, he gets on his knees as the agents all check the scene around them. Then—to Tushima’s surprise—the leader grabs him by the arm and hauls him up. Informing him that the government could use his ability to their advantage, and it would pay handsomely, and Tushima is initially very reluctant at the idea until the government brings his family into it—giving him no choice but to accept the “deal” of working for them.

#tushima vivain #kiara hayes #inadv (oc) #molotov murray #obake vivain #xander vivain #jean-eve vivain #elyta (partner’s oc) #disappear ‘the chameleon’ #flawless ‘the wolf’ #adding oc names so i can find this easily again BDBXJSNC