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sparkling-pink-lemonade · 13 days

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This is an amazing thought. Please continue /lh

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So admittedly I already had a Dollzi and Nova AU prior to episode 7, working with the assumption both Nori and Yeva were dead. But now with confirmation that Nori is alive (something I hadn't even considered before), screw that, all four of them will be alive in this. This post is also long as FUCK. So get ready for that.

Nori and Yeva are sisters. Nori is just a small few years older, and a lot more bold between the two. Yeva was a lot more passive, but still headstrong in her own way. They got into a lot of tuffles, and both were very introverted, but were otherwise inseparable. They always had feelings for each other. Neither of them acted on it however, as they feared the other would have been disgusted and the close bond they do have would be ruined forever. After the AS solver shit went down, and they'd escaped the labs, they were found by the nearest worker drone colony, untouched by the AS's influence. They didn't tell anyone they were related, wary that if AS ever found a way to circumvent the patch and either of them ended up succumbing to the virus again, they didn't want the other to be placed under suspicion by relation.

Each of them ended up marrying someone else, but it was hardly for much more than convenience. A mix of hoping that it would distract them from their true feelings, as well as having a buffer of "well now she can't get suspicious if I happen to act a bit too intimate with her because 'I have husband, he's the only one for me, hahaha, don't be ridiculous'." All while also being way too fucking intimate. Cuddling when they can and kissing each other on the cheek. Anything that can be excused with 'just gals being pals'.

Nori fell victim to the Disassembly Drones while Uzi was a baby. She genuinely thought she was going to die, and was stunned to find herself waking up later to crawl out the chest of her own body. Upon testing, she discovered she still had access to a weaker version of her solver powers. She was scared, and felt it wasn't safe to return to the colony. So she ran away, back to the cathedral, looking for answers to fix this.

Yeva was devastated, never quite the same afterwards. Eventually, she was attacked with her husband when Doll was a small child. Like Nori, her core remained unharmed, and woke up later. Realizing that if this happened to her, it could have happened to Nori too. And well, it would be impossible to safely explain why she's alive as a weird heart thing to the colony after multiple of them saw her die. So she took off in search of Nori.

They never did tell anyone they were sisters.

Fast forward several years, Uzi is still very unpopular, gets into regular trouble, and is bullied heavily. Doll isn't Lizzy's best friend, but she's still in the circle enough to be in the "sits at the lunch table with her" crowd. Doll always felt a connection to Uzi, due to having a parent die to the disassembly drones, and while Uzi's father is still alive, he may as well be dead with how horribly he neglects her. Plus the choker Uzi wears... it's like the bracelet her own mom had.

Now, Yeva was starting to lose control of her solver powers within a few weeks prior to her "death", she hid it well, but Doll noticed the broken mirrors. So Yeva told Doll that she was sick, that the bracelet she wore had a symbol that meant she was infected, but was doing what she could to get better. She was apologizing to Doll, warning her that she likely had passed it on to her, and that it was simply dormant. Should it ever wake, she needed to drink lots of oil to keep it at bay, don't be like her and neglect that need. Years later, when the virus woke, Doll took the bracelet from Yeva's corpse, a show of despair for inheriting the disease, and a promise to not let herself starve of oil.

Seeing that same symbol on Uzi's choker, Doll couldn't help but keep a close watch. So that if and when the virus woke in Uzi, then maybe she could do something to help, so Uzi wouldn't have to go through it alone like she currently was. It was through observation that she took notice of Khan's neglect, and everything else Uzi was struggling with. She took pity in her, and she wanted to do something to help, despite the virus having not even woken yet, but she's also kinda dreading it.

If she tried to befriend Uzi, it would be social suicide, not to mention Uzi is just a bit.... eeehh... much. She clearly struggles with socializing, and well... Doll does too, but she handles it by keeping a quiet, mysterious, lonewolf vibe... while Uzi is more... yikes.

But after one day where the bullying is particularly bad for Uzi, Doll ends up in the same room as her, just the two of them. Uzi's walls are fully up, aggression on full display and directed at Doll, recognizing her as someone in Lizzy's social circle. Doll decides instead of retaliating, to just stand there and take it, let Uzi get her frustrations out. It ends with Doll validating Uzi's feelings, and saying she'll see what she can do to get Lizzy and her friends to back off a bit. Uzi is stunned enough that a bunch of her anger manages to fizzle out, making the day feel not as bad as it was.

And sure enough, over the next few days, the intensity of the bullying really seemed to fade. Of course it didn't go away completely, but now she felt for the first time like she could at tolerate it a bit more easily.

Very slowly, Doll, in her own awkward anti-social way, starts bonding with Uzi. Uzi's complete social ineptitude is very cringe-worthy to deal with at first, but at the same time Doll genuinely starts finding the troubled teen rather endearing and fun to be around. They bond over their taste in music (alternative rock, goth punk, and death metal), and violent video games (first person shooters and beat-em-ups with tons of gore). And Doll even starts helping Uzi with pranking her bullies back.

Eventually Doll stops caring about her reputation, Uzi has become more important than any of that, and she lets herself be close. Let it be damned if everyone starts targeting her for it. Seeing Uzi smile and laugh, the hints of softness amidst her excitable chaos... Yup Doll definitely has a crush. Luckily for her, Uzi returns the feelings, and the two start dating.

As Doll initially feared, it was social suicide. And now the two of them are the least popular drones in the entire colony. Nothing that killing and eating those who take things a bit too far can't handle. Doll is extremely upset that Uzi ends up befriending N, when his squad killed her family. But upon hearing that N nearly died, sacrificing himself to spare Uzi, she made one exception.

Things go kinda similarly from there as in canon, but Doll and Uzi work together rather than against each other. I imagine with them dating, Uzi has a much stronger grip on her solver powers, but she never transforms, as she's much more resistant to the virus taking over, since Doll makes sure that Uzi also gets plenty of oil.

When they get to the underground, Alice sees their choker and bracelet. She's like "Well damn! If it ain't the children of Nori and Yeva (same maiden name)." Uzi and Doll are like "excuse me what?" Alice confirms that their moms were sisters who were inseparable, and the two have a sorta crisis realizing they are cousins. It's very awkward, but they try to ignore it because they don't want that to come between them. Mentally however both are wondering how the hell the knowledge they are related is only making their feelings for the other stronger.

No time to digest that info though. They are getting close to finding the solution to stopping Absolute Solver. V makes it with them in this, since the elevator wasn't sabotaged by Doll. However, Tessa still subtly threatens Doll and Uzi, which frightens the latter, and puts the former into the defensive. Doll grabs Uzi, running off with her right as the cave-in happens.

Doll lives as she isn't cornered by Cyn alone. Though with V's headstrong personality, it takes more time for Nori to find N and V in the cave-in, and get them to listen to her long enough to escape Absolute Solver. However, figuring out who the host is, is much easier when both Uzi and Doll are with each other. The only one left who could have possibly attacked them was Tessa. And oh-shit. They have to find them before Cynessa does.

Doll and Uzi are already fighting her when they find them, but are quickly losing, with neither of them able to use their powers to their full extent without at least one of them risking corruption. V blasts Cynessa's head right off. So Cyn switches hosts to Uzi. Doll hears Cyn call the core that's with N and V "Nori", and is shocked. It's easy to see the connection though. She has the same feisty attitude as Uzi, and similar mannerisms, yet unique in her self assured brazen. Oh she did not just feel her heart skip a beat for Uzi's mom. Or, wait... technically her own aunt? That's... don't focus on that right now!

They finally break Uzi free from the Solver's hold, and Nori is forced by Doll to introduce herself. And now that they aren't actively in battle, Nori finally takes the time to take in their presence. Uzi, her daughter, she's grown into such a beautiful woman. She can see bits of herself in her, and she is so so proud of her. And Doll, Yeva's daughter, her niece. She reminds her so much of her sister, just a bit more on the confrontational side. And the way she sees the two so cautiously close, it makes her ache so deeply for Yeva again. One of her biggest regrets, on top of having to miss seeing her daughter grow up, was leaving Yeva so suddenly like that, letting her believe she was dead. Is she still at the colony? Is she even alive? Will she have the chance to tell her sister the truth of her feelings?

Doll claims that her mother is dead, though seeing as they previously believed Nori to be dead, she isn't so sure anymore.

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Details of where the AU goes from there are up to how the finale plays out. Mostly due to lack of full knowledge regarding world building. But it will eventually end up with all four of them alive and together. New bodies made for both Nori and Yeva. And Khan going through a mental crisis, lots of denial, and trying to figure out his place in Nori and Uzi's life. Due to how lengthy the AU explanation has become though, I think I will create a separate post later focusing solely on the relationship dynamics.

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essenceofarda · 14 days

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OF BLESSED THYME & THISTLE | Chapter 1 | Page 5

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Faramir’s cousin, Lothiriel, comes to Minas Tirith to become a companion of his new bride, Eowyn, something that he hopes will ease Eowyn’s rough transition into Gondorian Society. Eowyn, for her part, decides her new companion would in turn make the perfect bride for her brother, Eomer King of Rohan. Matchmaking shenanigans ensue 😏

When the aunties pull no punches 😳😖 Poor Eowyn lol

I'm actually kinda super proud of how this page turned out LOL

#Lotr #lord of the rings #tolkien fanart #tolkien art #lotr fanart #lotr art #lotr fic #lotr fanfic #lotr comic #lord of the rings fanfic #lord of the rings fanart #eowyn of rohan #eowyn x faramir #faramir x eowyn #farawyn #eothiriel #lothiriel of dol amroth #eomer x lothiriel #my art #Eowyn tries SO hard to make a good impression on her relatives (none of whom are impressed #by the fact that she's the FREAKING WITCH KING SLAYER)#and they're just like #varying levels of asshole to her :(#Mainly Faramir's aunt is #bc his aunt's husband's niece (an antagonist in this story) was the preferred bride to be #so Faramir's aunt is a little miffed that Faramir chose an 'uncivilized' woman of the 'lesser men' to marry #instead of #y'know the one she herself chose for Faramir to marry #not that faramir was ever inclined to do so in the first place lol

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slashingdisneypasta · 10 months

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Imagine your siblings child referring your F/O as their Uncle/Aunt because you two have been together so long !!

You've been together practically their whole lives, whether your F/O is good with/likes kids, they were always around when you babysat (Because you live together. Maybe they were helping you with your niece/nephew! Maybe they were just watching TV in the same room and got dinner ready so you could continue keeping an eye on the baby. Maybe they hid away in your shared bedroom the whole time but the child always knew they were there), they maybe even went to family gatherings with you!- they have just been a constant in your niece/nephews life. Just like you.

In this kids mind, you and your F/O are a package deal.

#i dunno why. but this is one of my favouriteee thoughts.#package deal! 📦 doesnt that sound good? XD #at hearing the kid refer to her as their aunt 👠👠👠cruella would roll her eyes. she doesnt like kids. this kid is not an acception #... but she does treat them slightly better then other people because she knows i would leave her ass if she was mean to my niece or newphew #she's the kind that spends most of the days i'm babysitting in her study #but throws expensive toys and treats the kids way when she's forced to see it XD #so she's the kids mean rich lesbian aunt.#🐊🐊🐊jim would be slightlyyy better with kkds then CRUELLA at least 😅#he may be that kinda 'dad' type to look at this kid getting spoiled with affection by HIS s/o like #'this means war'#after getting called uncle he looks to me like 'this isnt gonna make you want kkds is it?' '#'no'#'then i dont mind being uncle jim. lets annoy your aunt until she gets us mcdonalds'#🥼🥼🥼doc and 🚓🚓🚓sheriff and i are the kids wierd Triple Pack of adult family members XD #other kids on the playground say its wierd but its just notmal for them ^^#anyway- doc and sheriff are perfectly happy to be called uncles.#they would be the bestttt to babysit with!! <3<3 #you can tell i wanna be an aunt XDDD #F/O Imagine #F/O x Reader #F/O Imagines #F/O's #F/O

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green-ajah-aes-sedai · 6 months

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Aunt!Rhaenyra x Niece!Visenya

For @nyrathecruel

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feyhunter78 · 7 months

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The Dowager Queen (9/?)

Description: Helaena is called to the queen's chambers to discuss her dreams, then finds herself with a lady-in-waiting.

Helaena dreamed, often. Sometimes they would be kind, full of soft light and gentle music, other times they would be cruel, filled with raging fires and the laments of the dead. She prayed constantly when she was younger, begging the gods to take these vile visions from her, the ones that no one seemed to understand, or wished to hear about.

She was so used to being dismissed, her words brushed off like crumbs from a table, like leaves drifting across water, until Jacaerys.

He was ten and one to her ten and two years, both still children, but he never treated her words as mere childish fantasies. He listened intently, asked questions, and a few times, if they were studying together, had written down the tumbling, twisted fragments that fell unprompted from her lips.

She supposed that was why she was here, seated in front of her sis—aunt, who lay on a plush chaise lounge pressed against a large window, Aemma now two weeks old latched to her breast.

“Helaena, Jace has told me that you often have unique dreams, ones that many times he has witnessed come to life.”

Helaena nodded, fiddling with the charms on her bracelet. They made a soft, pleasant sound when they jingled together, the silver smooth to the touch.

“My father had a dream, a vision that I will one day share with Jacaerys, but it seems to me that your dreams are more than something to be passed from heir to heir.” Rhaenyra said, her voice soft, like the light in her good dreams.

“I do not understand them until they have come to pass.” Helaena admitted, watching as the sunlight streaming in from Rhaenyra’s window played off the butterfly charm.

“You have heard of Daenys the Dreamer? She who saved our family?” She asked carefully.

Helaena nodded once more. Jacaerys had brought a heavy tome to her, pointing out the silver-haired woman who foresaw the destruction of their ancestral home.

“After hearing of your dreams from Jace, and your mother, I believe you may be a rarity, a Dragon Dreamer, blessed with the gift of prophecy.”

“But I do not feel blessed.” Helaena said, the words harsher than she meant them to be.

Rhaenyra’s hand appeared beside her own, not touching but hovering close enough that if Helaena extended her pinky, it would brush against Rhaenyra’s hand. “May I admit something to you, dear niece?”

Helaena looked up at her. It felt right to be addressed as niece. As if her mother had escaped the gruesome fate thrust upon her, and instead of fearing Helaena and her brothers would be a threat to her, Rhaenyra could look upon them with adoration and fondness. “Yes.”

Rhaenyra gave her a small smile, shifting Aemma once the babe had unlatched and fallen asleep. “When your mother was carrying you, I asked after her. Even with the anger we both felt, I could never, would never, cut out the love I held for her.”

Helaena’s eyes drifted to the sleeping Aemma, she had Jacaerys’ nose, a Strong nose.

“The Maesters told me that she had been stricken with terrible dreams, ones of blood and battle, but once you were born the dreams ceased.” She said, her voice tainted with grief.

Helaena was a child, an odd one, as many said, but in her oddity, she was often silent, which meant she went unnoticed. She had been an unintended witness to the pain the rift between her mother and Rhaenyra had caused both women numerous times.

They believed themselves subtle, but Helaena spent most of her time observing the habits and movements of insects. Every flickering glance between them, a flicker of wings, each word unsaid, a crack in a cocoon. And every biting, half poisoned, half pleading word, simply another futile struggle of a fly caught in a spiderweb.

“I dreamed of blood and fire, of death and the unspooling of black and green, then the King died, and now…”

“The dreams have quieted?” Rhaenyra said softly, voice quiet as to not wake Aemma.

Helaena worried at the shield charm, something she found herself doing whenever she was anxious. She wished Jacaerys was here, everything was less scary when he was by her side. “Yes.”

“I loved my father very much, but I have come to realize that he…”

“Did not care for me or my brothers.”

Rhaenyra sighed heavily. “I could place blame on your grandsire, or the others of the small council, but my father was a man of his own mind. His decisions were his own, and I am sorry that I did not intervene when it was clear how you, Aegon, and Aemond were suffering.”

Helaena turned her words over in her mind before she spoke. “Why did he not care for us? He wished for a male heir and mother gave him one, surely at least Aegon should have received his love.”

Rhaenyra looked down at Aemma. “I…”

“Rhaenyra, have you seen Helaena, I have searched the entire Keep and—” Her mother’s voice filled the room, Rhaenyra fell silent, standing with Aemma in her arms.

“Apologizes Alicent, I commandeered her so that we may talk about her dreams.”

Her mother nodded. “Can she revisit this conversation? Some of the noble houses have sent their daughters in hope a few may become her new ladies-in-waiting.”

Helaena shot her aunt a pleading look. She did not want new ladies-in-waiting, she enjoyed the maids who had attended her since she was a babe. They thought her odd, but at least they knew not to touch her without warning or move her things.

“Oh, how wonderful, there is nothing so dear as the friendships of your girlhood.” Rhaenyra said, either not seeing or blatantly ignoring her silent plea.

Helaena resigned herself to her fate and followed her mother to the throne room.

There were only a few girls, much better than last time when there had been nearly twenty and Helaena had emerged so drained, that Aemond feared she was falling ill.

Her mother bid the girls to start, and Helaena braced herself.

So far, she had met a Lady Corbray, Mallister, Mormont, and Greyjoy. All who smiled prettily, and curtsied politely, telling her of their travels and interests. They were all so graceful, so poised, and Helaena felt a curdle of insecurity begin to form within her chest.

“Where is—girls were there not five of you before I returned with Princess Helaena?” Her mother asked, brow furrowed.

Lady Mallister, Daina if she remembered correctly, cast her eyes to the floor. “I believe the poor girl has been frightened off. Please, Lady Hand, do not fret, it is for the best.”

“For the best?” Helaena asked, the sickly-sweet tone in Daina’s voice setting her on edge.

Daina was three years her senior and looked on the verge of laughter as she turned to her. “The Haw—Lady Hawthorne comes from a very small house; she would not be able to keep up with the pressures of the royal court.”

“Apologies, apologies, I truly did not mean to steal away one of the guests.” Seraphine’s voice rang through the room, and Helaena sent a silent prayer of thanks to the gods.

Helaena turned towards the hurrying redhead, who dragged behind her a girl that seemed to be around Jacaerys’ age, with hair the color of ashen wheat and amber eyes.

“I found her stooped down attempting to collect flowers that had been strewn about, poor dear.” Seraphine continued, placing the girl at the end of the line nearest to Helaena.

There was a defiant set to Seraphine’s shoulders, Helaena recognized from all the times Seraphine had defended her from gossips.

The girl dropped into a curtsy. “Apologies for my tardiness, Princess, I am Alyra Hawthorne.” She held out a small bunch of flowers, they looked trampled, petals were missing, stems broken, and Helaena could see faint tear tracks on Alyra’s cheeks.

“Lady Hawthorne brought these for you, Hela, they are meant to represent friendship.” Seraphine said, uncaring of the way the other girls flinched at her casual way of addressing her.

Helaena took the flowers from Alyra’s outstretched hand and examined them. They were quite pretty, pink, and yellow with streaks of red within like streaks of dying sunlight as day turned to night.

“They are called Alstroemerias, Princess, meant to encourage strong bonds of friendship, my family is quite proficient in the language of flowers.” Alyra said softly, her cheeks tinted red as the other girls snickered.

Her mother went to speak, but in a rush of bravery she took Alyra’s hand. “Thank you, they are very beautiful.”

Alyra smiled at her, a wide, earnest smile that for a moment reminded her of Jacaerys. It comforted her, and she turned to her mother. “Lady Hawthorne shall assist me; the others may go.”

Her mother took a deep, strained breath but smiled and nodded. “Of course, sweetling.”

Helaena let Seraphine drag her and Alyra away, listening as Alyra began to recount the details of her journey and how grateful she was to them both. Swearing up and down she would be the best lady-in-waiting, Helaena had ever seen.

“Seraphine, there you are.” Aegon ran right into them as they rounded the corner.

He always brightened in her presence, his hands reaching for her at all times, seeking comfort in her nearness.

“I was on my way to you, but I had to save this poor girl from those horrid brats in the throne room.”

Aegon cocked his head in confusion, then seemed to suddenly notice her and Alyra’s presence. “Oh, Helaena, your servant finding event was today, was it not?”

Seraphine elbowed him in the side. “Lady-in-waiting.”

“Yes, yes. Lady-in-waiting finding event.” Aegon said, giving Seraphine a look of mock hurt.

“I have chosen Lady Hawthorne.” Helaena said, realizing she had not yet let go of Alyra’s hand. It did not bother her, though, and she found joy in that. Perhaps this boded well for their friendship?

“The flower house? Aemond was going through the list with mother and Aunt Rhaenyra, talked my ear off about each house.”

“Yes, My Prince, and I am honored that my house garnered the attention of not one but two princes of the realm.” Alyra said, curtsying to Aegon.

He scrunched his nose, waving his hand dismissively. “No need to bow, if you are able to handle my sister, then I shall bow to you.”

Seraphine’s lips thinned into a hard line, and she linked her arm with Aegon’s. “Shall we go and visit Sunfyre? It is a beautiful day to fly.”

Aegon jumped at the chance to fly and pulled Seraphine down the hall without a word of goodbye.

“He is…a bit mean. Are you alright, Princess?” Alyra asked quietly, eyes on Helaena.

Helaena nodded. “He is merely jesting; Seraphine will set him straight.”

Alyra nodded as well. “I will take your word for it.”

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ashesandbone · 1 month

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Summary: Elena and Rebekah rekindle their friendship while caring for Klaus's daughter, Hope, at the Salvatore Boarding School. As they reminisce about old adventures, a deeper connection emerges.

In the quiet halls of the Salvatore Boarding School, Hope Mikaelson had grown up without the daily presence of her father, Klaus, then thanks to the every lurking threat to the hollow, and now after the demise of both klaus and elijha. Mystic Falls became her sanctuary, and the school, a place where she honed her supernatural abilities under the watchful eyes of the school's staff.

Now, In the heart of Mystic Falls, Hope Mikaelson's laughter echoed through the halls of the Salvatore Boarding School as she studied in the enchanting library. Rebekah, her devoted aunt, had come for a visit, and the school buzzed with an extra layer of warmth.

Hope, engrossed in her books, looked up to find Rebekah standing nearby. A bright smile adorned Rebekah's face as she approached, enveloping Hope in a warm embrace. "How's my favorite niece?" Rebekah teased, ruffling Hope's hair.

As Hope matured into a strong and resilient young woman, Rebekah, her aunt, maintained a distant yet loving connection. The occasional visits became more frequent, especially as Hope's magical abilities became more potent.

Hope chuckled, "you do realize that I'm your only niece right? Anyways I'm good, Aunt Bekah. It's just not the same without Dad around."

Rebekah's eyes softened with understanding. "He would be proud of the remarkable woman you've become."

Their conversation continued, weaving between fond memories and the shared bond of family. Elena Gilbert, now a guardian at the school, joined the scene, standing on the sidelines admiring the bond the aunt's niece shared and dare I say admiring the older woman too. As she continued staring, Rebekah's eyes wandered towards hers and she felt like she got caught staring.

The older woman beckons the girl over as they have recovered their old friendship in the few times Rebekah could visit hope after her brother died. Elena hesitantly joined the duo and added her fair share of memories about Hope's father and Elijah. Most people still expected her to hold a grudge against the original family (that is her ex husband) but for her it was years ago.

In the sidelines while the two conversed and were totally oblivious of their own feelings, the smart little tribrid told herself to remember to talk to her aunt because obviously what potential epic love story ever starts without a small push and push hope will give.

As Elena reluctantly excused herself, expressing the need to attend to a patient, Hope couldn't help but shoot her aunt Rebekah a mischievous look. "Both of you are so pathetic," she remarked with a playful smirk, her eyes dancing with amusement.

Rebekah raised an eyebrow, feigning innocence. "Pathetic? And what, pray tell, is your expert opinion on the matter, darling niece?"

Hope chuckled, her tone teasing. "Oh, Aunt Bekah, don't act all clueless. It's written all over your faces – the longing looks, the lingering touches. You two are practically oozing romance." She rolled her eyes dramatically, a knowing smile playing on her lips.

Rebekah, caught off guard, couldn't help but laugh at her niece's candid observation. "Well, maybe there's a bit of truth in your words. Mystic Falls does have a way of stirring up unexpected feelings."

Hope shook her head in mock disapproval. "I swear, you two are worse than any teenage lovebirds. It's like a supernatural soap opera around here."

Rebekah grinned, placing a playful arm around Hope's shoulders. "Well, darling, if you've learned anything from this 'pathetic' display, it's that love has a funny way of finding us when we least expect it."

Hope couldn't suppress a genuine smile. "Yeah, yeah, Aunt Bekah. Just promise me you won't start writing love letters or composing cheesy poetry."

Rebekah feigned offense. "I am wounded, my dear. I'll have you know that my romantic gestures are nothing short of sophisticated."

Even as a thousand-year-old vampire, Rebekah couldn't ignore certain insecurities that lingered within her – the uncertainty of whether Elena truly liked her and whether she would accept every aspect of her immortal existence. However, in a moment of reflection, Rebekah recalled someone once saying, "the first rule of truly living - do the thing you're most afraid of." With newfound determination, she resolved to confront her fears and reveal her true self to Elena, embracing the vulnerability that came with it.

As the day unfolded, Rebekah decided to extend her trip to mystic falls and she and Elena discovered a shared history that extended beyond Hope's supernatural journey. Laughter resonated through the school corridors as they reminisced about past adventures, and an unspoken connection began to deepen between the two women.

One evening, beneath the stars on the school's terrace, Rebekah and Elena found themselves lost in conversation. The air was filled with a gentle breeze, carrying with it the sweet scent of blossoming flowers. "Elena love, do you ever think about the old days?" Rebekah asked, her eyes reflecting a mixture of nostalgia and something more. Both the elder woman and Elena never realized when they fell in the routine of calling each other by nicknames.

Elena smiled, her gaze meeting Rebekah's. "All the time. The friendships we forged, the challenges we faced – they shaped who we are."

Their words lingered in the air, and Rebekah couldn't ignore the warmth blossoming within her. "There's something so special about Mystic Falls that makes everything feel more alive." she admitted.

Elena's expression softened, mirroring the sentiment. "Maybe it's the magic, or maybe it's just the people." her hands softly grazed that of Rebekah's.

In that moment, the realization of their deepening connection sparked between them. Rebekah reached out, gently cupping Elena's cheek, and their eyes locked. The world around them seemed to fade as they leaned in, sharing a tender and unexpected kiss beneath the moonlit sky.

The kiss spoke volumes – a culmination of years of friendship evolving into something beautiful. As they pulled away, smiles played on their lips, and Elena whispered, "Maybe Mystic Falls has a way of bringing out the magic in everything."

Rebekah nodded, her heart full. "It certainly does."

And in the quiet embrace of Mystic Falls, surrounded by the whispers of history and the promise of a magical future, Rebekah and Elena walked hand in hand, their connection stronger than ever, and love blossoming like the flowers in the town they called home.

One of the one shot fic I wrote for the february challenge. Hope all of you like it

#elena gilbert #the originals #the vampire diaries #alternative universe #rebekah mikaelson #elena x rebekha #bekhlena #hope mikaelson #hope michaelson #aunt niece

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Dandy Lions

“I wanna show you something,” says None as they lightly kicked the sole of your boot. It is a touch you can tolerate and you know it to be affectionate. For None, at least. You rise with a little grunt and brush the dirt from your backside. Riding and walking through the Shroud has left you terribly sore. So sore you think your brain is inventing new muscles to strain. None waits patiently for you all the same. None is very patient. You love them for it.

They say nothing else, merely tip their head in the direction they want to move. You follow. The chocobos and Rou lift their heads as you leave the camp but None doesn’t stop to gather them so you don’t either. It is not far. You’re pleased with your faith in None and then guilty for feeling pleased and then puzzled over your guilt.

It all leaves you when you step into the clearing.

A sea of dandelions. Spots of brilliant yellow among puffballs and empty stalks, seeds already freed into the breeze.

You are laughing. You make no move to muffle it - None doesn’t like it. Besides, who will the sound upset out here? - and it pours from your open mouth in a great gush of sound. Like how you imagine a river empties into the ocean.

(It’s an ugly laugh, you know. None says the joy in it makes up for it. You’re not sure you believe them.)

You crouch down at the edge of the meadow watching as the wind whips through it. Gathers up fluff that floats gently despite the winds rushing. You wonder how it feels to be gentle when the world around you is not. You wonder if that thought is too deep for dandelion fluff floating through the air. You decided you don’t care. You vow to be more like the seeds.

None joins you - they do not have to crouch, they simply stand beside you.

“If you make a wish and blow all the seeds off it’ll come true.” Their tone suggests this is something for children but something you might be interested in.

You feel embarrassed that you did not know about it and embarrassed that you are curious.

“Any wish?” you ask.

From the edge of your vision, you see None shrug. A not-answer. None loves to give not-answers. You love them for this, too.

Before you is a round puffball with all its seeds still attached. You reach for it and pause.

“I don’t want to kill it.”

“It will die anyway.”

You grunt in reply. None grunts back. It makes you smile because it feels like an inside joke. You do not have many of those with people.

You pluck the dandelion and bring it even with your face and you wish. You wish for… Oh… Hm. You did not think of a wish. None moves away, to give your privacy. They are very big on privacy.

You consider as you give the stem a slow spin between your fingers.

You decide on a wish and you blow, sending it out into the air and you watch as the wind takes it.

“Don’t tell me,” None says as you turn to them, “It’ll ruin it.”

“Why?”

“That kind of magic works best in secret. Shy.”

The idea of magic being shy is charming to you and another laugh bubbles up, overflowing like a kettle left on the heat. None almost smiles. You hate your laugh a little less.

You and None spend a few hours there. Your race each other through the meadow; to help scatter the seeds, None says. They are not fair races for None is incredibly fleet-footed.

Together you braid the yellow ones into crowns for each other. None wears theirs around their hat. You know it to be an indulgence and your heart is filled.

The next morning when you and None pass back through the meadow, this time with your birds and your sheep and all your gear, there are hundreds of new puff balls and bright yellow spots proud as can be.

Your laugh echoes, the star joining in on your joy.

#Odette & None #None #FFXIV RP #None and Odette are very important 2 me #Their relationship is very niece x aunt #None would kill for Odette and Odette will cry for None !!!!#this is nearly two pages so thank you if you take the time to read it all!!#I've been struggling lately and this is my attempt at clawing out of that pit #if you're down here with me I'll lower a rope <3 #pigeon writing

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mejomonster · 2 months

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#idk???#rant #polls #poll #parents #family #idk im just curious because me and ny sister do it constantly. even tho its OUR mom we say MY mom #and my nieces do it to MY mom MY aunt MY dad like 'oh my mom did this' or 'my moms gone'#when in conversations where their sibling is there and part of it but theyre talking to a 3rd party #but also just lmao. with each other. ill say to my sister 'my mom used to X when i was in college' even tho its OUR mom

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ryoryeonggu · 2 years

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Thinking about The Originals and how incredible it would have been if all the love life in the show stayed platonic with the capital P.

#except for mortal x mortal #they’re 1000 year old vamps #who don’t love easily #repetitive death trope #weird trope #like uncle x mother #adopted son x aunt #adopted niece x uncle?#like davina is marcel’s child who is klaus’s child who is kol’s brother #kidnapper x hostage #therapist x patient #finn had healthiest rela how ironic #the originals #klaus mikaelson #elijah mikaelson #kol mikaelson #rebekah mikaelson #finn mikaelson #freya mikaelson

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josephinekhawaja · 2 years

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Like no offence to Owen Lars...

But Obi-Wan Kenobi is the true uncle of the Skywalker twins🥺🥺.

#Maybe I was the only one thinking Obi-Wan Kenobi would just be him brooding over his nephew at a watchful distance.#Instead we get the treat of him bonding with his niece.#If only Sabé was around to be their aunt though.#Bring back Keira Knightley!#Kenobi #Obi-Wan x Sabé #After all the shit Anakin Skywalker pulled...#...his brother from another mother is still looking after his babies.#the Skywalker twins #Leia Skywalker

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gelidponies · 1 year

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Commission for https://www.deviantart.com/queerhorses

Get your own! https://www.deviantart.com/glitterfleshgum/journal/Commission-Sheet-OPEN-928462149

#commission #commisions open #commision info #taking commisions #art commisions #digital commisions #commisionwork #my little pony #mlp #fluttercord #draconequus #fluttershy x discord #griffon #aunt and niece

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suspicious-eah-facts · 2 years

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Source: https://www.deviantart.com/catharticaagh/art/ShipArt-Trade-Rapple-604540834

#everafterhigh #ever after high #ever after dark #eah #apple white #raven queen #rapple #raven x apple #aunt and niece (very true not lying)#family #blood is thicker than water (good god)#suspicious eah facts #mod ball #mod square #the more you know

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the-widow-sisters · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/11

Fandom: Captain Marvel (2019), WandaVision (TV), Marvel Cinematic Universe, The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Marvel

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Carol Danvers & Monica Rambeau, Carol Danvers & Maria Rambeau, Carol Danvers & Maria Rambeau & Monica Rambeau, Maria Rambeau & Monica Rambeau, Carol Danvers/Steve Rogers

Characters: Carol Danvers, Monica Rambeau

Additional Tags: Awesome Carol Danvers, POV Carol Danvers, Carol Danvers Is a Good Bro, Carol Danvers Feels, Carol Danvers Needs a Hug, Carol Danvers Gets a Hug, POV Monica Rambeau, Monica Rambeau Needs a Hug, Monica Rambeau Gets a Hug, Monica Rambeau Feels, Plot Twists, Family, Family Feels, Team as Family, Family Drama, Dysfunctional Family, Family Bonding, Family Issues, Family Dynamics, Avengers Family, Friendship, Female Friendship, Aunt-Niece Relationship, Aunt Carol Danvers, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Feels, Feels

Series: Part 183 of Widow Sisters and Many Marvelous Marvel Women (Restoring Our Broken Hearts)

Summary:

When SWORD asks for the Avenger's most powerful member for a highly dangerous mission, Carol naturally is the one selected to go. However, to her complete and utter surprise, she is paired with the one and only Monica Rambeau, and she has to rekindle old connections with one of the people that means the most to her while battling a completely unexpected yet sinister threat.

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floatyflowers · 2 months

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The second wife| Dark! Ozai x Wife! Reader x Platonic Dark! Zuko and Azula

Ozai murdered your husband and your baby to take you as a second wife.

Of course, he has done it secretly so he doesn't appear like the villain in your eyes.

You were the handmaiden and younger sister of his first wife, and the one he wished to marry in the first place.

So, when Ursa runs away, he marries you against your will.

Even though the marriage was forced, right after your husband and child's death, yet you held no ill intention towards your nephew and niece.

Zuko is quick to accept you as you are his aunt whom he trusts.

While Azula didn't know how to act around you, thinking that you viewed her in the same way her mother did, a monster.

But you made sure to include her in everything along with Zuko.

The healthy relationship you had with Ursa is the same one you wish for Zuko and Azula to have, one full of love and respect.

But Azula always tried to push Zuko out of some activities, she claimed 'it is a girl's thing'

"Mother should only brush my hair because I'm a girl"

Meanwhile, Zuko clings to you, telling you everything he knows, or sought knowledge about it.

Meanwhile, you hate Ozai, he is just unlike...your first husband.

Ozai is beyond redemption in your eyes.

And many days, you avoid him.

However, one day, you and Ozai were fighting about political matters and Zuko intervened to defend you.

"Stop yelling at mother, she has done nothing wrong!"

You only placed your hands on Zuko's shoulders, fearing that Ozai might hurt him.

But the glaring competition between the son and the father only ended in Ozai leaving.

Unfortunately, Ozai did not let that slide when Zuko cut in one of the political meetings.

He challenged him to an agni kai.

Something that Azula was excited about.

You tried to plead for Zuko's case.

But that made Ozai more determined.

And on that day of Agni Kai, Zuko was left defeated with a scar as a reminder.

And then banished from the first nation for not wanting to fight his father.

But you kept sending him letters from behind your husband's back.

At first, Zuko swore to capture the avatar so he can be accepted back as an heir and into the arms of his aunt, you.

But after joining the team avatar, he swore to defeat his father and save you.

#tw: toxic relationships #reader insert #Yandere Ozai #Ozai x Reader #Ozai #romantic yandere #platonic yandere #zuko x reader #azula x reader #avater the last airbender #wife reader #Avatar the last airbender

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"Living Only For You" - Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader

a/n: from an anon request for a veer zara au with aemond. this was very emotional to write and i hope it lives up to y'alls expectations 🩷

Summary: For the last twenty years, Aemond has been living only for you - the hope of seeing you again.

TW: canon typical incest, profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, AFAB reader, character death, angst, non explicit descriptions of sex

Word Count: 2,250 words

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the House of The Dragon/Fire & Blood characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

Aemond thinks- no, he knows he’s loved you since the first time you smiled at him. It’s one of his most precious memories. You had just left a lesson with your septa and were sitting beside Helaena, the two of you munching away on some lemon cakes you’d stolen from the kitchens. Aemond passed by the two of you after his own lessons, only to stop when you called out to him with that sweet smile of yours, offering him one of your sweet treats. He sat beside you as you broke the cake in half, placing it in his palm.

Though your brothers and Aegon often mocked him for not having a dragon of his own as the two of you grew older, you never did. You simply offered that he could sit beside you any time you took to the skies atop Aegarax. You were his constant companion, his first and only love. Ever since he realized what love was, he knew it was what he felt for you. When you were both nine years old, he pressed his lips to yours for the first time, his cheeks a bright shade of pink as you sat under the Heart Tree in the Red Keep.

Despite the objections of both of your mothers, your affection only continued to grow. Long, lazy afternoons spent together reading, sneaking into the city to see what life was like outside the walls of your sheltered Keep… You did your best to convince Jace and Luke and Aegon to be kinder to your sweet Aemond, and though he appreciated your valiant efforts, they bore no fruit. The boys continued being cruel to him up until the time came that you and your family departed for Dragonstone. You and Aemond shared a tearful goodbye, embracing each other tightly before your father had to carry you away from him and to your dragon.

The next time you saw Aemond, a mere few weeks later, was for the funeral of your Aunt Laena. Despite the sad occasion, the two of you were thrilled to see one another, spending every moment possible together before the time came that you were to be separated yet again. That night, when your brother took his eye, it was your arms he fainted into you, your embrace he sought in the following days before he healed enough to leave Driftmark. The two of you vowed to remain in contact by raven, your young hearts breaking as you were torn from each other yet again.

Aemond once heard a saying that absence makes the heart grow fonder. He found that to be entirely true when it came to you. The letters you exchanged over the years, the words of love you wrote to him… His heart may have been hardened after that night, but for you? Never. Aemond loved you with an intensity that nearly frightened him.

When he learned that you would be coming to King’s Landing with your family, to speak in Luke’s favor regarding the Driftmark inheritance, he felt his heart pound in his chest in anticipation of seeing you again. And when he did? He could scarcely tear his gaze from you. The two of you exchanged smiles from across the throne room, standing beside your respective family members. He mouthed his hello to you and you covered your mouth to hide the smile that spread across your face. And when you came to him after the hearing was over and you beamed up at him, commenting on how he’d become more handsome than you even dared to dream? It felt as if he was staring into the sun itself.

The two of you spent the afternoon together in the Godswood much as you did as children. Aemond laid his head in your lap, gazing up at you as you read to him from a book of Valyrian poetry, one the two of you enjoyed reading from in your youth. You ran your fingers through his hair, your touch soothing his heart like a healing balm. In this moment, you weren’t the daughter of Rhaenyra and he wasn’t the son of Alicent. In this moment, you were two young lovers, exchanging tender kisses and words of love away from the prying eyes of those who sought to tear you apart.

“No matter what happens, who our parents betroth us to, where our lives take us,” Aemond murmured, his breath seeping into yours as he leaned in close to you, “I need you to promise me that you’ll remember something.”

“Anything, Aemond,” you whispered, your hand caressing his cheek.

Aemond leaned into your touch, the way a flower leans toward the sun, craving its warmth, “That if you ever feel alone or long for a friend, that you’ll remember there’s a man across the sea. A man who would gladly lay down his life for you. A man who loves you dearly.”

You smiled at him, that same smile you did when you offered him that lemon cake all those years ago, pressing your lips against his in a kiss so pure, so gentle that it made his heart ache with how much he loved you.

That was the last time he saw you before the Dance of the Dragons began in earnest. Your family was torn apart by the fighting, though never once through it all did his love for you waver. He recalls Daeron asking him once how much he loved you. All Aemond could do was give him a rueful smile and shake his head, saying that words strong enough to answer his query did not exist.

The world was led to believe that Aemond Targaryen the Kinslayer perished alongside his dragon in the Battle Above the Gods Eye. Few knew the truth. That Aemond languished in a tower in the Red Keep as punishment for his crimes. He watched as you were told of his death, helpless to do anything as you fell to your knees and sobbed. After all, you were out there and he was but a prisoner. Your mother came and informed him that you were to be wedded to Cregan Stark. That the wedding procession would pass by Aemond’s window. And so he watched as you married another man, his chest aching with unbearable pain.

Nothing, not the fall from his dragon nor that night on Driftmark, was so painful as this. As watching the love of his life marry another, watching you grieve for him, tears in your eyes as you wed Cregan Stark. Aemond cried too, Gods, how he wept for you. He watched, heartbroken, as you were paraded through the streets of King’s Landing, sent off to Winterfell in your new husband’s wheelhouse. Aemond screamed until his voice was no more, begging that someone free him of this torment, that someone allow him to see you.

But it was to no avail. The wounds each side had left during the Dance were too fresh, too deep to be forgiven so soon.

So for twenty years, Aemond languished in that tower. He did not speak, he did not smile. All he did was write. He wrote of his memories of you, his love for you. That was all that kept him going during the darkest days of his life. Your smile, your embrace, your kiss. He was living only for you, living for the impossible dream of finding you again, of touching you again.

Loving you again.

After your mother’s passing, Aemond is surprised when it is your younger brother, Aegon, who took mercy on him at Baela’s urging.

“My sister is a widow,” the king told him, a somberness to his expression that spoke volumes, “Lord Stark passed a fortnight ago.”

Aemond’s voice, hoarse from disuse, rang out for the first time in two decades that day as he replied, “I am sorry for her loss.”

“There were rumors that she was barren,” Aegon continues, gazing out the window that Aemond has for the last twenty years, “She never bore him any children. I do not think that was the case. I think that in her heart of hearts, she never wished to bear anyone’s child save for yours.”

Baela speaks now. Aemond notes the seriousness in her expression as she stares at him, lips set in a firm line.

“How much do you love my sister?”

Aemond looks at his cousin, shaking his head, “Daeron once asked me the same question. I did not have an answer to it then and I do not have one now. Words powerful enough to describe my love for her do not exist. All I can say is that these last twenty years, the only thing that has kept me alive is the hope that one day, in spite of all odds, I will see her again.”

When you arrive at the Red Keep, you are immediately greeted by Baela and Aegon, your half siblings embracing you and offering their condolences for your loss. You smile at them, returning their courtesies with your own.

“Thank you, Your Grace. Baela. I have made peace with it. My husband was a good and just man. He will be mourned by the people of Winterfell. However, I am quite sure my stepson will be an excellent Warden of the North. Rickon is much like his father.”

Baela suggests you go to the Godswood, pray to Cregan’s gods to give him a peaceful journey into the afterlife. You heed her suggestion, walking the familiar path, smiling sadly as you remember the days you spent here with your true love. You kneel in front of the Heart Tree, tears pricking at your eyes. And you speak as if Cregan stands beside you, unaware that in fact, there is someone nearby listening in.

“Lord Husband…” You start, taking a deep breath, “You were kinder to me than I deserved. More understanding than you needed to be. You knew my heart would always belong to my sweet Aemond, just as yours belonged to your beloved Arra. You never forced me to lay with you, to bear you a child, a kindness I will never be able to repay. Though I did not find love in our marriage, I found a dear friend. One who I will miss greatly. Our conversations brought me joy, and your kindness brought me comfort. I pray to the old gods and the new that you may rejoin your beloved, as I may one day reunite with mine.”

You hear a twig snap behind you and move to your feet, turning around to face the intruder. And your heart nearly stops.

There he stands, his face thinner, more gaunt than you saw him last. His hair pulled back in a braid, a gentle smile on his face.

Your Aemond.

You cover your mouth, “You… I thought you were…”

Aemond takes a step toward you. For him, you look just the same as you did when you were eight and ten. Just as beautiful. And he still loves you as he did then. He reaches a hand out, resting it on your cheek, his calloused palms rough against your soft skin. You place your hand over his, your tears falling freely now, your voice choked.

“I thought you were… My mother said…”

When your hand touches his, it is as though he’s woken from a thousand year slumber. That the sun has finally risen in his life for the first time since he last saw you. Everything dims around him, except for you. You look so beautiful. After all this time, here you are.

His words catch in his throat as he whispers, “I missed you.”

You throw your arms around him, nearly tackling him in your embrace, bawling against his chest, “You’ve been here. All this time and I never knew.”

Aemond nods, his own tears spilling as he embraces you tightly, burying his face in your neck, inhaling your familiar scent, his entire body shaking with sobs, “I have. I… I watched you mourn for me. And all I wanted to do was comfort you.”

“Twenty years…” You say quietly, wiping your eyes, “They kept you here…”

“My only thought, my only reason for living, was to see you again.”

As if drawn together by some unseen force, your lips meet Aemond’s in a desperate, passionate kiss. You cling to his tunic with one hand, the other knotting itself in that beautiful silver hair that you’ve not touched for so long.

“My love,” he murmurs, “My life.”

The two of you fall to the ground, holding each other tightly, not caring who is watching, how much time has passed. All you wish to do is savor the time you now have together. Aemond wastes no time joining his body with yours. The feeling is so intense, desire pooling in your belly as you cling to him. It’s as though this is what he was made for. To make love to you. And part of him feels that his seed will take. That the two of you will be able to begin the family you dreamt of for so long, the one you never thought you would have. Your arms wrap around him, the two of you crying tears of joy, of pleasure, the reunion being so bittersweet that you can hardly bear it.

“Let us go to Pentos,” Aemond begs, “Let us begin our lives together.”

You nod, “Yes, my love. Let’s go home.”

#aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond x you #aemond fic #aemond x fem!reader #prince aemond #prince aemond targaryen #prince aemond x reader #ewan mitchell #house of the dragon #my writing #aemond oneshot #aemond #targcest #niece!reader

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