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[phoward89]

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Coriolanus Snow might be a heartless monster, but he'll always be yours. You'll always be his obsession. And that was one thing that Dr. Gaul underestimated her protege about: his obsession with you.

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Heartless Pt. 2

Coriolanus always thought that if he ever laid eyes on you again that he'd kill you. Wrap his hands around your neck, squeeze, and watch your life force drain out of you. He always thought that he'd look deep into your eyes until they glazed over with the death that he brought you.

But Coriolanus never thought that when he saw you again that he'd be keeping vigil at your bedside, watching your ashen form weak and in an endless sleep, while rocking your- his newborn son in his arms.

A son that he only found out about when your older brother called him up, frantic.

That call changed everything. It replayed in his mind on an endless loop as he stared at you, hopelessly willing you to open your eyes.

Coriolanus was sitting in his office in the lab. He finally got promoted from intern to assistant. Coriolanus was right underneath Dr.Gaul; he was proud of how quickly he was promoted.

7 months of hard work had paid off. He now had power, authorization to top secret projects and documents, and a large say so when it came to gamemaker duties. His work was very important to him; he had the steel spine that it took to make the hard decisions that some other game make s and interns turned green about.

Coriolanus Snow was rewarded because he was a heartless monster that did anything to get the result that he needed. That he wanted. He would do anything to see the games remain a success, even if that meant proposing some measures that would make the game a total spectucal.

Dr. Gaul approved of all of his ideas and suggestions. And the one that she pushed for, well he approved of and pressured the other low level gamemakers into approving it too.

It was genius, his mentor’s idea.

Having all children born on District Peacekeeper Bases be registered as a district citizen belong to the district of their birth instead of being granted automatic Capitol citizenship would ensure that their was a larger participation pool for the games; it also prevented too many officers from muddying their Capitol blood with that of district scum.

Coriolanus was looking over a chart for a mutt experiment whenever his private office phone started to ring.

Ring, ring ring…Ring, ring, ring…Ring, ring, ring…

Oh no, was Grandma'am’s memory worsening? Was she giving Ma Plinth a hard time? God, he hopes not.

Ring, ring, ring…

Pinching the bridge of his nose, he let out a deep sigh before picking up the phone. “Assistant Gamemaker, Coriolanus Snow. Whom may I be speaking with?”

“Snow, it’s Officer Rein Halvir, Y/N’s older brother. I'm calling because I need you to get to the base in District 12 right away. Y/N’s been in labor for nearly 36 hours, the doctor won't do a cesarean because Dr. Gaul put into effect a new policy that surgical resources can only be used for peacekeepers and not any civilians living on base, and it's not looking good, Coriolanus.”

“What?...” Was all Coriolanus could say. He was stunned. You could possibly be dying in childbirth? With a child he didn't know about? And on a district base.

On a district base.

Oh no! Not that!

“She was afraid to tell you, Snow. You had her terrified with the stalking: nonstop roses and jewelry. Our mother sent her to stay with me. Once it was announced that children born on district bases would be district citizens and eligible for the games, I tried to get her to go back to the Capitol, but mother refused to let her come back. I even told Y/N to call you; try to work things out with you, but she refused. Said that you never loved her; wouldn't care what happened to her or the baby.”

“I’ll talk to Dr. Gaul about approving a cesarean for Y/N right away.” Coriolanus told Rein as his dead heart started to bleed.

“Thank you, Snow.” Rein replied, a hint of gratefulness in his normally stern tone. “Will you be coming to the base? To see-” your brother began to ask, only for your ex to cut him off with, “I’ll be there, but only because I don't want my child raised in such a filthy, mud hole of a district as 12.”

Coriolanus didn't say another word. Just hung up his phone.

Machines beeped, monitoring you as you slept. Coriolanus felt that you looked dead, not asleep. He was so angry. You weren't supposed to be unconscious in your bed. You were supposed to be up, sitting in bed, holding your baby. You were supposed to scream and cry at him when he walked into your room. You weren't supposed to be just lying there, hanging in-between life and death.

Not when he had faxed the paperwork with Dr. Gaul's signature for the approval of your emergency cesarean.

You were supposed to be okay. You and the baby both. Not just the baby.

As Coriolanus watched you, waiting for a sign of life, he got lost in the recent memory of when he first saw you again.

When Coriolanus got off the train at the District 12 depot, he thought your brother would be there to greet him, but he was wrong. Instead, he had to make his own way to the District 12 base. Thank God he knew where it was, from his short stint as a peacekeeper, otherwise he'd be lost.

The walk to the base was long and grueling. He’d forgotten how far off the base was from the train depot. From the main part of the district itself.

Once he reached the on base hospital, he inquired about your whereabouts and was told where to find you. When he walked into your room, he was expecting you to be tired, but conscious. He even thought you'd be holding or nursing the baby.

Coriolanus never thought he'd walk into your room only to see you hooked up to a machine with your brother’s girlfriend (some district trash he picked up at the hob) by your side. A baby bassinet between your bed and her chair.

She introduced herself as Ashlie (didn't give a surname, not like he cared) and gestured to the bassinet, only to tell him, “That's your son, Cassian Xandros.”

Cassian Xandros.

A name befitting a Snow heir.

“You may go now. I'll watch over her.” Coriolanus told the skinny girl, who looked to be from the Seam. He didn't even bother to introduce himself. He just wanted her to go so he could- hell he didn't know, he guessed sit by your bedside until you woke up, but he didn't want some district whore watching him as he sat by your bedside with your son.

His son.

Cassian Xandros.

Ashlie nodded, a pitiful look in her eyes. She felt bad for both you and Coriolanus, but was too afraid to voice her opinion. The Seam girl just scurried out of the room, leaving Coriolanus alone with you and your son.

She didn't know much about what happened between the two of you, just what Rein told her. And your brother didn't share much since he only knew the handful of facts that you shared with him.

What both Rein and Ashlie knew for certain was that your son with his pure Capitol blood and fine Snow linage was doomed for a chance to fight for his life in the infamous death battle royale known as the Hunger Games all because he was born on Peacekeeper Base-12.

Her heart broke for you, Coriolanus, and your son because no matter if you lived or died, well the platinum blonde father would never be able to bring his son home to the Capitol with him. District born citizens of Panem were forbidden to travel outside of their district of birth unless it was to be delivered to the Capitol as a tribute for the annual Hunger Games. Due to the new rules and laws put into place regarding children born on bases being registered at birth as a citizen of the district of the base, your son was forbidden to leave District 12.

If you die, well, Coriolanus will have to give Cassian Xandros up to Rein (and Ashlie) to raise. That subject’s the reason why your brother’s avoiding Snow.

Once your brother's girlfriend had left, Coriolanus sat down in the chair she had once been occupying. He sadly sighed as he took in your condition.

When his eyes landed on his son, he felt pride well up in his chest. The boy, Cassian Xandros, had his natural platinum blonde hair.

He looked just like him.

Was his little mini me.

He gently picked up his baby boy and cradled him to his chest. When Cassian began to stir Coriolanus rocked him. “Don't worry, son, I got rid of the evil lady that tried to take you and your mother away from me.”

Cassian blinked his eyes open, revealing them to be blue. Coriolanus smiled at his son, seeing that he had striking blue eyes, and told his son, “You're mine and your mother's mine. Nobody ever takes what's mine and gets away with it.”

The baby just blinked at his father, not understanding anything he was saying since, after all, he was just a newborn, and then scrunched his nose. He then closed his eyes and went to sleep in his father's arms.

His father's murderous, monstrous arms.

When your eyes fluttered open, Coriolanus felt a sense of relief he didn't know possible. After not knowing if you'd ever wake up, seeing your beautiful eyes again was like heaven.

And to think that he had once vowed to kill you if he ever crossed your path again. But that was when he thought you gave up on him.

No, things changed when he realized that you were trying to protect the Snow heir because you felt unsafe after that package you recieved.

That damn package Dr. Gaul, his mentor, had sent you. A tape with a letter persuading you that he was incapable of loving you.

A letter he didn't know about until Dr. Gaul let it slip when he approached her about signing off on your emergency cesarean forms.

Too bad she let it slip…Well, too bad for her since it ended her career. And ended her too, by the hands of her most prized prodigy.

The memory makes Coriolanus smile as it washed over him like a warm waterfall.

Coriolanus strode into Dr. Gaul's private lab, where she had her latest deadly mutt experiment in a terrarium, with one mission in mind. To get Dr. Gaul's approval for your cesarean.

He might hate you for leaving, but he didn't want you to die in childbirth with his baby. He didn't want you and your child to succumb to the same fate as his mother and baby sister.

Not when he could help it.

He was a child when his mother and baby sister died during child birth in the Dark Days, he was helpless when it came to their fate.

But now Coriolanus was a man, a very successful one that had cunning, wits, and charm to carry him far. He had an endless supply of money too. He was no longer helpless when it came to the fate of his- well his heir and it's mother during a deadly childbirth.

Coriolanus now has the means to beat fate when it came to death in the birthing bed; he was going to make sure that you and his heir did not share the same fate his mother and baby sister all those years ago during the war.

“Dr. Gaul, I need you to sign off on an emergency cesarean for Miss Y/N Halvir. She's at the military hospital ob Peacekeeper Base-12.”

“Hippity, hoppity, looks like Snow's melting for a baby boppity.” Dr. Gaul sing-songed in a mocking cackle as she watched the mutts moving around in their tank.

They looked agitated, starved even, as their colorful bodies slithered around, sharp claws scratching their glass enclosure, and sharp teeth gnashing and snapping.

The mad scientist was teasing them by holding a bucket full of food, pulling a rodent from it and dangling it by the glass terrarium. She was teasing them, gauging their reaction to her lunchtime torture.

She had snatched away her most successful experiment’s most desperately wanted meal before he could eat; Dr. Gaul had even spoon fed him a meal that was just as good, but not what he wanted. It was what he needed, what she needed him to have to be the monstrous creature she wanted by her side to do her bidding.

She enjoyed teasing and taunting her experiments.

The only creatures of hers that she actually fed were her eels. But…they were more like beloved, dangerous, pets then mutts at this point since Dr. Gaul's had them for so many years.

Dr. Gaul placed the squirming mouse back into the bucket, turning away from the glass tank to look at Coriolanus. “No.” She simply said before walking across the lab to shelf the bucket of rodents.

She'd have an assistant feed the baby anthropomorphic reptiles in the terrarium later, after she shooed away her favorite creation, Mr. Snow, and had her milk and crackers.

“No?” Coriolanus parroted, his tone full of disbelief.

How dare she tell him no? He wasn't asking her to authorize a procedure on anyone, but the mother of his child.

“But, Dr. Gaul, without the procedure Y/N and the baby might die.”

“If they die then they die, Coriolanus.” The mad scientist shrugged nonchalantly. “Death is a natural part of life. If someone weaker or lesser than is removed from the cycle of life then it just proves that their contribution to the ecosystem would not have mattered. Death is the natural way of purging those creatures that are useless in the world.”

Coriolanus could not believe what he was hearing. His mentor was giving him a lecture on why he needed to let the mother of his child and his heir die.

Was he supposed to agree with her?

Well, he couldn't do that.

He didn't want his heir to die.

And you…well…he wanted to be the one that killed you. For leaving him, of course.

“I'm not talking about weak helpless creatures, I'm talking about-” Coriolanus began to say, only for the mad scientist to cut him off with a scoff.

“The little girl that left you over a few words of warning penned in a letter and your damning tape of your best friend Sejanus’ rebel plot. Her bastard offspring that’ll be as weak hearted as its mother. That's who you're talking about, Mr. Snow.” Dr. Gaul told, not asked, Coriolanus as she crossed her lab. Going over to where she had a small table with crackers and milk set up for her snack.

A letter? What letter? He knew about the tape, but not a letter. You never told him about the letter.

“Might as well be weak helpless creatures, considering their dire circumstances and the lowly district they're in.” The mad woman added in as a slight after thought.

“I never told you she received a letter.” Coriolanus, who had figured out what Dr. Gaul has done, told the scientist while following her. His floor shines clicked heavily against the linoleum floor as he told her, “The only way you'd know would be if you sent it.”

Taking a seat at her small snack table, the scientist with wild, frizzy hair, giggled, “Oh, yes, you see, it was indeed me that sent the weak little girl that care package.” Reaching for her napkin and snapping it open, she evilly grinned, “Miss Y/N Halvir and the bastard she carries would only have held you back.” Setting her napkin on her lap, she explained, “The feelings they would have invoked in you would only make you weak.” Giving her protege a proud smile, she giddily announced, “I only made you stronger by removing an element not needed in your life at the moment.” Reaching for a cracker that was on a plate, Dr. Gaul failed to see the rage in Coriolanus' blue eyes. Perhaps if she did, she wouldn't have said, “You should be thanking me, for making you stronger and more powerful then you could have been months ago with the weakness of that stupid girl and the vile creature she's incubating.”

Hearing Dr. Gaul calling you stupid and calling his child a vile creature was the final straw that broke the camel's back. Coriolanus was barely hanging onto his sanity when he realized that Dr. Gaul made you leave him, made you want to protect his child from any dangers (including him) because of a letter and a tape she sent you. But the moment she insulted you, the woman that has consumed his thoughts and has been his obsession since his freshman year in the Academy, and his child in a way that made you seem inhuman, well, he snapped.

He was blinded with rage as he pounced on the mad scientist, catching her off guard and causing her to fall backwards; off her chair.

Coriolanus kneeled over her while wrapping his hands around her throat.

“Y/N was mine, you knew she was mine, and you took her from me! You took her and our child from me when you knew all I wanted was a life with her!” Coriolanus wildly exclaimed as he choked the life out of Dr. Gaul.

“Everything I've ever done was all for her! I needed to win the Plinth prize for her, for our life together, and I had to find a way out of the Peacekeepers, out of 12, for her! You knew that and still, you made her think she meant nothing to me; made her view me as a monster and leave me!” The platinum blonde ranted as his long fingers pressed so hard into the dark skinned woman’s neck that the bones began to crack.

Dr. Gaul gasped for air as her lungs felt like they were going to explode. Her eyes were wide and frenzied with the horrific realization that her favorite mutt, the monster she molded and shaped, had turned on her all because somewhere deep down inside of his black, dead heart, he still had a space reserved for his childhood sweetheart.

The blood vessels in Dr. Gaul's eyes burst due to the pressure Coriolanus was applying to her airway. He smirked wickedly as he watched the life drain from her.

“Snow lands on top.” Was the last thing Dr. Gaul heard before she died and went straight to hell.

Coriolanus, upon seeing that the evil scientist was dead, quickly tossed her into the pool of eels to cover up the crime.

Then he forged her signature on the documents needed for your cesarean; faxed them to the hospital on the base in District 12. He also made a quick note in her desk planner stating that he had to take an emergency family leave due to the birth of his first child. It was the perfect alibi to cover his tracks. Nobody would question his whereabouts if they thought Dr. Gaul herself authorized your emergency cesarean, authorized his family leave as well.

You were weak as you took in the bright artificial lights of your hospital room. When you tried to sit up, you were gently stopped by a large hand you hadn't seen in months. “You need to rest, darling. You're still weak.” A baritone you never thought you'd ever hear again told you.

Looking towards the voice, you saw Coriolanus sitting by your bedside with your baby in his arms. Your heart stopped beating and all you could say was, “My baby.”

You didn't know if you were afraid that your ex was holding your son or overwhelmed with a sick sense of joy, but all you knew was that you wanted your baby.

“Our baby, Y/N.” Coriolanus corrected you before standing and placing the newborn into your awaiting arms.

As you held your son to your chest, you shuddered and began crying. The last thing you remember was passing out and when you woke up…well…you had no idea what happened to the baby.

“Did my brother call you?” You asked, realizing that's the only way Coriolanus would know where to find you. Honestly, you were shocked he even came when Rein called.

“Yes.” The platinum blonde nodded. Taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he wrapped an arm around your back and promised, “As soon as your cleared to leave, I'm bringing you and Cassian Xandros home with me, to the Capitol.”

Looking between your son, nestled soundly in your arms, and his father, you sadly sighed, “Cassian's district, Coriolanus. He was born on base; he won't be allowed on the train.”

“Don't worry about that, my darling rose. I promise, our son will be allowed to return to the Capitol with us.”

You doubted your ex’s words, but nodded anyways.

Little did you know that Coriolanus threatened to kill the nurse’s family who gave him the registration papers for your son if he was marked down as anything, but born in Capitol General.

Like hell was his son, his heir, going to be district. His son wasn't going to grow up in a filthy mud hole. And he sure as hell wasn't going to be fighting for his life in the games.

Coriolanus kills so that his son, Cassian, doesn't have to.

So, folded up neatly in his pocket was a birth certificate that falsely states that Cassian Xandros Snow was born at Capitol General, in Capitol City, Panem.

Even tho Coriolanus Snow was a heartless monster, he was yours. He’s always been obsessed with you and now that you share a child with him, well, even the devil couldn't keep you and your son from him.

After all, he did send the wicked witch of the Citadel to hell for you and his son.

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[yazzzmints]

Duty and Sacrifice

[ Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader x Alys Rivers ]

[ Warnings: angsty af, bipanics, polyamorous, cuss words, death, blood, age gap, Aemond being a simp, future smut, (y/n) being done with everyone.

More will be added as the story progresses.]

Prologue: The birth of a Valeryon Princess 

Word Count: 978

Kings Landing 115 AC 

All they could hear was the screams and cries of Princess Rhaenyra as she gave birth to her first child. It had not been a year yet since she had wed ser Laenor and yet they have been blessed with an heir so soon. The King was overjoyed to welcome his first grandchild and the Sea Snake rejoiced at the welcoming of his legacy. As these two cheered for the future of their houses combined in the blood of the soon to be born babe. Laenor paced outside the chambers anxiously and the Princess Rhaenys was inside the chambers holding poor Rhaenyra's hand. Soon the babe came all bloody red and crying being taken out of the warmth of her mothers womb. 

At this point shouts of excitement were heard from the servants in the room and soon word ran through the keep.

“It's a girl your grace!” 

“oh, how lovely.”

“A new Princess has joined us!”

The babe was placed into her mothers arms and slowly started to calm. A sigh of relief could be heard from Rhaenys, she has known of her sons…preferences and never believed she would ever get to see a trueborn child of his. But to see the patches of white hair was enough to calm her nerves. 

Laenor rushed into the chambers to his wife's side. “A girl? I just heard” He looked at his daughter for the first time. “I wish to hold her as so-” the chamber doors were opened “The Queen wishes to see the babe, your majesty” a servant announced. “We shall go after the baby and mother are fine.” Rhaenys responded. The servant bowed their head “The Queen said at once. In the throne room.” 

“Help me dress,” Princess Rhaenyra said as she tried to get up from the bed. 

Servants began to do their work and both mother and son fumed at such harsh command, of course her cousin the King did not protest. He was a man after all, never to know the struggles of birth. It was not that surprising given that he slaughtered his wife for the sake of a male babe. 

As they travel the corridor from the private chambers to the grandeur of the throne room, Princess Rhaenys, Ser Laenor, and Princess Rhaenyra presented a united front, garnering sympathy from those they passed. Laenor, with a flair for not-so-subtle remarks, subtly criticized the Queen for summoning them so soon after Rhaenyra's childbirth. Their procession reached its crescendo as the imposing doors swung open, and the servants announced their entrance.

Within the throne room, King Viserys occupied the Iron Throne, flanked by Queen Alicent and Lord Corlys standing regally on the elevated dais. The room, surrounded by the dignified representatives of noble families from across Westeros, bespoke an atmosphere of political intrigue.

Upon closer inspection, it became apparent that the Queen's summons was not merely a routine gathering. Instead, it hinted at a calculated move—an assembly designed to spotlight Rhaenyra in her most vulnerable state or, perhaps, to cast doubt upon the legitimacy of her newborn. The air crackled with tension as the strategic machinations of the royal court unfolded, setting the stage for a pivotal moment in the intricate dance to come.

Princess Rhaenyra and Ser Laenor stood in front of the throne room, bowed their heads and the King walked down the steps. 

"Congratulations, Step-Daughter. I've heard you've blessed the Realm with another Princess," remarked Queen Alicent, her tone carrying a blend of formality and subtle undertones.

King Viserys, his paternal pride evident, responded warmly, "My first grandchild, and hopefully the first of many. Let us have a look at her."

Rhaenyra gently presented her newborn to the King, a serene and beautiful infant adorned with the unmistakable white locks characteristic of their lineage. However, Queen Alicent's reaction was less than enthusiastic; a subtle scoff revealed her disappointment, as if she had anticipated different features in the babe. Lord Corlys, perceptive to the unspoken intentions behind the Queen's demeanor, understood the subtle politics at play. Despite the Queen's unexpressed desires for a male heir, Laenor had fulfilled his duty, and even if the newborn was a girl, she carried the esteemed Velaryon blood, a fact not lost on everyone in attendance. The room lingered with unspoken tensions, a delicate balance between the expectations of lineage and the reality of the present moment.

Viserys had taken the babe in his arms “Have you chosen a name yet?” 

“Yes father, (y/n) shall be her name” Rhaenyra told her father through gritted teeth, the pain finally getting to her. 

King Viserys walked back to the Iron throne and sat. “Today, my Daughter and Heir gave birth to her own Heir. She will one day sit this very throne years after my passing” a displeasing smile spread on Queen Alicents face “I present to all my granddaughter, Heir of my Heir. The Princess (y/n) Valeryon, future Heir of Dragonstone and future Queen of the Seven Kingdoms.”

Thunderous applause and cheers filled the air as Viserys directed his gaze downward, locking eyes with the newborn. Instead of the expected lilac hues inherited from her mother or himself, a mesmerizing spectacle unfolded. The infant's eyes weren't just ordinary; they shimmered with an enchanting blend of vibrant pinks and reds, featuring a captivating slit akin to the legendary dragon eyes woven into the tapestry of ancient Valyrian lore. In that profound moment, it wasn't merely a newborn gazing back at Viserys but the manifestation of a mythical legacy, a living testament that the blood of old Valyria was strong. The cheers from the onlookers resonated like echoes through time, and the Maesters, tasked with chronicling this historic event, would scribe that it marked the inaugural triumph of Team Black. Princess Rhaenyra, with grace and significance, had bestowed upon the realm a trueborn heir—an unequivocal dragon among the rest.

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[A/N: sorry for posting this late af.

Also this will be a mix of book and show.

I have not check for full spelling and grammar.]

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[izalemon]

Yandere Vampire Family

Scenario: Your first few weeks as a vampire with the Ravens.

You were so confused and scared waking up in an unfamiliar setting after…that.

You were praying it was all a dream but seeing where you were, in a large, unfamiliar bedroom, on a large bed covered in silk sheets…you knew it had to be true.

David was the first one who found you awake, apparently it being his turn to watch over you while you were unconscious. Making sure the transformation was going over smoothly.

He brought you downstairs to Dorian where he explained everything. You were a newborn vampire and very weak, weak to the point that wearing anything but silk for the next few days would cause rashes. Not to mention that since you were a new born, and to them, considered a baby, you couldn’t drink human blood for the next six months. Instead you had to drink Dorian’s blood, the blood of your creator. A sick version of breast feeding.

Needless to say you were terrified and simultaneously pissed off.

You didn’t want this. You didn’t ask for this. What had happened to your family? Your real family! How long had you been asleep for?

All these questions were racing through your mind but no words managed to come out of your mouth.

The next few weeks were overbearing.

Dorian acted as a supportive father, guiding you through the transformation and teaching you about vampires and your new abilities.

David, although still very distant, would often find himself recounting tales from centuries ago to you. Giving you the most reliable history lessons of your life.

Oliver was the most overbearing out of the bunch. Very enthusiastic about your transformation and the fact that he had another little sibling to fawn over. You quickly learned to realize, although he had a chipper personality, he is the least empathetic of the bunch and the most unhinged, not exactly understanding how destroyed you were by the current situation.

Tobey, on the other hand, knew exactly what you were going through. He didn’t want this life at first either, but he knew you’d love it eventually and love all of them as much as they loved you. You just needed time.

The most troubling about your new transformation was when you had to feed. You didn’t want to drink blood, you just wanted regular food and water.

But apparently vampires couldn’t digest food correctly and they would end up just throwing it back up. And as for drinks, it wouldn’t sustain them in the slightest. Although they could drink it for the taste, it would just pass right through them the way it does humans, making it the only time they ever needed to use the restroom.

David was really the only one who still drank anything other than blood. He said that he “didn’t mind the fact he still needed to relive himself from time to time, tea and coffee were worth it.”

You would have laughed if this were any normal circumstance.

You, on the other hand, couldn’t drink anything other than your creator’s blood since apparently it “wasn’t healthy” or whatever. You called bullshit.

Whenever it was time for you to feed, you would resist for as long as you could before two of them had to push you down, usually Oliver and David since Tobey refused to lay a forceful hand on you, while Dorian slit his wrists and forced his blood down your throat as gently as he could manage before the wound healed or you were full.

Needless to say each session was fairly traumatic until you eventually got tired of fighting and gave in.

Dorian was so happy the first time you didn’t put up a fight. Everyone was.

You were laying on the couch mindlessly watching tv with Tobey, when Dorian, Oliver, and David all came in, expecting you to put up your usual fight.

Instead, you just let out a sigh, reluctantly agreeing, far to tired to do anything other than except.

This time you were the one to puncture Dorian’s skin, the more ‘natural way to do things’ as he put it. And they all watch intently as you fed on him while he pet your hair lovingly.

Rather creepy but what could you do? This was your life now after all. You were seeing that now.

(You can suggest different imagines, if you like, for me to do in the future!)

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A domestic moment between Aegon his wife and their newborn son?

Winter Child

Request: A domestic moment between Aegon his wife and their newborn son?

Hi! This is my first time writing for Aegon, so please excuse it if he seems a little out of character. I said I wasn't going to write for him, but I caved, and here we are.

Also, I hope you’re ok with the child being a daughter. I forgot that you asked for a son when I started writing and a daughter worked better for my idea, and I was already so far in when I realized. I’ll totally write another version of this if you want a son instead, just let me know. This request is so cute, thank you for sending it in. Anyway, I hope you like it!

(Warnings: mentions of Aegon’s childhood and neglect from his parents, very vague mentions of childbirth, slight angst, let me know if i missed anything)

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Aegon never thought he’d love anything in his life as much as he loved you.

He never thought a girl like you was in the cards for him. Before he met you, he was selfish, and solitary. A trip to Flea Bottom was as close as he could get to a woman showing affection, but even so, he knew it wasn’t true. 

When the Queen betrothed him to you, he dreaded every second between hearing the news and meeting you for the first time. He had planned to be awful. He didn’t want a woman pretending to like him, smiling for the realm, only to grow to loathe him behind his back. If he could get you to hate him from the beginning, it would be easy to push aside his duties as a husband. 

It was a good plan, and if you were anyone else, it would have worked.

But you were perfect.

At your first meeting, you didn’t shy away from him, or cower under his gaze. You held your head high, determined to show him he would not have a church mouse for a wife. When you looked at him, there was no pity in your eyes. There was no disdain or disgust. 

Only intrigue.

You weren’t afraid to touch him. It was clear to you upon your first meeting that Aegon had never been touched without animosity or upon false pretenses in his entire life. He had a far away, glassy stare when voices were raised too loud, and he had developed the slightest flinching reflex when a hand was raised too close to his face. Harsh touches, or no touch at all, it was all Aegon knew.

You, on the other hand, never raised a hand to him. You were direct and clear with your movements, always making sure he knew what you were doing before you did it. Nobody had taken the time or cared enough to do so, before he met you.

In public, you’d take his arm, and let him lead you around the Keep. You’d brush his arm passing him in the halls, squeeze his hand, stand close enough that your shoulders touched. He eventually gained the confidence to initiate these touches himself, becoming more bold about doing so.

In private, you were much softer. 

Sweeping his hair out of his face and tucking it behind his ears. Cupping his face in your palms, caressing his cheek. Running your thumb along the back of his hand, securing your arms around his waist. He began to crave your touch, he needed it. When you’d let go, his body would follow you, like it had a mind of its own. He’d lean into your touch, pressing his cheek further into your palm, tucking himself into your side. 

In the late hours of the night, instead of finding him in a brothel in Flea Bottom, he’d find himself in your chambers. 

More often than not, it was simply to lay with you, talking through all hours of the night. He’d tuck himself into your side, sighing contently as you ran a hand through his hair, untangling the strands with your fingers. 

By the time the wedding came around, he was enamored with you. Completely and totally in love. There wasn’t a thing he wouldn’t do for you. 

When your first child was born, he knew just how naive he had been. He’d sit atop Sunfyre and burn down the world if it meant he’d be protecting his child. Your baby girl. 

Princess Gael Targaryen. 

She had been named after the previous Gael Targaryen, who was known to the realm as the “Winter Child.” Aegon had been told stories of Gael growing up. 

She was the last born child of King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne. All but one of her older sisters had died within the span of five years, leaving her as the youngest daughter. She became a comfort to the Queen, keeping her company at all times. The two were rarely seen without each other, and the realm grieved when they learned of her death shortly after her nineteenth nameday. Gael had her own tragedies with her son, losing him too young, which is believed to be partially what killed her. Caught up in her own grief, the Queen left the Keep and King’s Landing, never returning. She died less than a year later, following the death of her youngest child.

Aegon had a certain appreciation for sad stories. 

He never felt comfortable in his own name. You knew Aegon felt like a disappointment, not only to the realm, but to his own mother. And to his father, who had desperately wished for a son. Aegon the Conqueror was certainly quite the man to follow after, and he felt like he’d never live up to the name. When Aegon was born, he was supposed to be the one to unite the realm, now securing the future of the crown. He could have been named heir, instead of Rhaenyra. He was supposed to do so much, it was an impossible name to live up to at such a young age. 

His fate was set when he was named in honor of the former. His daughter would not have the same fate. She would not grow up trying to fulfill petty prophecies or aiming to be like the one who had her name before her. 

She would just be Gael. Daughter of Aegon and Y/N Targaryen, loved deeply by her parents. No expectations, no preconceived notions about her potential…she’d just be Gael.

During the birth, Aegon nearly made himself sick. He stayed in the room at your request, but anxiously paced around at every sound of pain you made. He chewed on his nails, running shaky hands through his hair. 

When it was finally time for you to push, he held your hand, and laid his forehead on your shoulder, mumbling words of praise to you. 

When you heard Gael cry for the first time, you both erupted into tears. You had never heard a sound so beautiful.

Aegon nearly collapsed onto the floor at his first sight of her, and you would have too if it weren’t for you already having been laying down. She had the most beautiful shimmering silver hair, and light violet eyes. She was perfect.

Silverwing, a dragon previously ridden by Queen Alysanne, had come out of hiding during the birth.

You were informed by guards later that evening who had seen her while patrolling. She was spotted off the coast of the city, circling over Blackwater Bay. She didn’t come close enough to be coaxed any further, but both you and Aegon knew that she had returned for your baby girl. 

One day, she would claim her as her own. 

For now, she was your perfect little darling. Yours and Aegon’s. And he loved his girls with all his heart. 

After the birth, Aegon was hesitant to hold her. It took a lot of convincing from you and the Maester that him touching her wouldn’t hurt Gael. He finally relented and curled up on the bed next to you, waiting for you to place her in his arms. 

He had barely cradled her when the Queen burst in, nearly bouncing off the walls. Her eldest’s first child had been born, it was a huge deal. She couldn’t stop smiling, quickly rushing over and cooing at the baby. She asked if she could hold her, which you nodded to, and Aegon eagerly passed her over. 

He loved his daughter, there was no denying that. He looked at her like she had personally hung the stars, just for him. But he couldn’t get over the nerves that settled like a stone in the pit of his stomach every time he touched her. 

It was just as well, the Queen would hold her granddaughter for as long as you allowed her to. Aegon settled for watching his little girl in awe from a distance as she stared up at his mother.

The King slowly trailed in after Alicent, followed by Helaena and Aemond. Helaena rushed to your side, pulling you into a hug.

“I’m so happy for you!”

You smiled, squeezing her tight. “Thank you, Princess.”

She went over to see the baby, and Aemond took her place. “Congratulations, My Lady.”

“Thank you, Aemond,” you said, laying your hand on his arm. “I hope I get to congratulate you for the same one day. You’d make for a wonderful father.”

Aemond grinned, patting your hand with his. “We’ll see. I’m quite interested to see how my brother fares at the task.”

“He’ll fare quite well, if he knows what’s good for him,” you said in a warning but teasing tone, smiling as Aegon turned around, unsettled.

“You’ll do just fine,” Aemond said, clapping his hand on Aegon's shoulder. “I expect your wife will make sure of that.”

“You’ll make wonderful parents,” the King said, now holding Gael. “Look how precious she is. She’ll be adored by the realm, I can see it.”

“She’s very much adored by her parents. That is enough, for now,” you mused, reaching for Aegon’s arm. He nodded, giving you his arm to take as he sat down at your side.

“May I walk with her? Just for a minute,” Alicent asked, giving you a small smile. 

“Of course, My Queen.”

“Yes, let’s leave them be. I expect our new mother here wants a moment to herself. Everyone out,” the King directed, passing Gael to Alicent. Everyone filed out at the King’s command.

“Thank you, Your Grace.”

As soon as the doors shut, you wrapped your arms around Aegon in excitement, “She’s here! Our little girl is here.”

Aegon nodded into your shoulder, holding you tight in disbelief.

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A few hours later, everyone had settled in for the night. 

Gael had been handed back to you, and the wet nurses had attended to her. They had since then left you and Aegon’s chambers, leaving you alone with your child. Aegon couldn’t keep his eyes off her, watching her as she slept. 

He had been standing over her for nearly ten minutes now, just watching her little chest rise and fall. 

You smiled, standing slowly and making your way over to his side. You placed your hand on the small of his back, resting your chin on his shoulder. 

“What is it, Aegon? You’ve been quiet all evening. It’s very unlike you.”

Aegon didn’t say anything, only humming as an answer. You frowned, bringing a hand up to push his hair out of his face. 

“Tell me, My Prince. Be honest…what ails you?”

Aegon sighed, finally taking his eyes off his daughter long enough to glance up at you. “I don’t want to hurt her.”

“Darling,” you said soothingly, taking his hands in yours. “Is that what you fear? You won’t hurt her. Babies are quite resilient, you’d be surprised at what they can withstand. They’re like jelly in the first few months.”

Aegon huffed, frustrated. “That isn’t it.”

You nodded patiently, cupping his chin and turning him to face you. “Then what is?”

He was silent a moment, before he finally met your eyes. “I don’t want to disappoint her. I never want her to know pain, not by my doing. She’s so…little. Innocent. I’d only corrupt her and stain her memories.”

“You won’t disappoint her–”

“I disappoint my own Mother and Father every day. I’m bound to do the same with her, it’s inevitable.”

You frowned, dropping his hands and taking a step back. “Have you ever disappointed me?”

Aegon shook his head in confusion, brows furrowing. “What?”

“You heard me. Have you ever disappointed me?”

He sighed. “Not to my knowledge, but I’m sure–”

“Sure of nothing. You’re wrong. You have never disappointed me, not ever. Not when we first met, even though you did not love me then. You’ve loved this child since before she joined us in this world. How could you possibly disappoint her?”

Aegon cast his gaze to the floor, shoulders slumping. “I don’t know.”

“You’re going to be a good father,” you said, gripping his shoulders. “I know your own parents didn’t exactly set the best example for you. They tried, but we all know they could have done better, especially with you. It wasn’t fair, what you went through. But listen to me…Gael won’t go through what you did, not ever. I know you won’t hurt her. I won’t allow you to. I’ll always be here, we’re in this together. We’ll support each other. Gael will know nothing but love and attentiveness, I promise you that.”

Suddenly, Gael began to stir, waking up. She let out a cry, and you quickly bent down to pick her up out of her cradle, gently swaying her in your arms. Aegon watched in longing.

“Here,” you said, holding your arms out. “Take her.”

“No–”

“Aegon…take her. It’s alright.”

Aegon gave you a reluctant look, but finally relented, holding out his hands. You gently placed her in his arms, making sure he had proper hold of her. He brought her close to his chest, curling her into him. He gently rocked her back and forth, cradling her. 

“She’s so tiny.”

You let out a soft chuckle, nodding. “Yes, she is.”

Gael opened her eyes, looking up at her father. Aegon’s breath hitched, and he brought one of his hands up to push the blanket back off her head so he could see her better. 

You smiled, gently grabbing his hand and moving his finger to point. “Look at that. Ten tiny fingers, ten tiny toes.”

When Aegon ran his finger over his daughter’s palm, she grasped his finger, closing her hand around the tip of it. Aegon choked back a sob, his face crumbling. You felt the tears springing in your own eyes, quickly wiping them away to lay one hand on Aegon’s arm, bringing the other to rest on his hand that was cradling Gael. 

“I don’t think I’ll ever grow tired of looking at her. I love her…I love you,” you said, smiling down at your daughter who had closed her eyes again. 

Aegon’s eyes softened on you, and he leaned over, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I love you, too. Both of you, more than anything.”

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A/N - Hi! Sorry it’s a little short, but I hope you liked it. Let me know what you think!

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[alisonwritesimagines]

The Ghost's Greatest Defeat ~Simon "Ghost" Riley Imagine~

Summary: Ghost is home alone with his son.

Author’s Note: This is inspired by a scene from the Fruits Basket Prelude movie with Torhu with her mom.

Same reader as Polaroid and When I Was Your Man

Reader’s Pronouns: She/Her

Warnings: mentions of blood

Side Note: This is a secondary blog. If you comment a question down below, I will not answer since this is not the main blog. Please send the question to my inbox if you want a response back!

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When you told Ghost that you were pregnant, Ghost was terrified. He didn’t see himself as a father. After the abuse he went through as a child and the amount of violence he sees from fighting in wars, he didn’t want to bring a child into this world. But yet again, he was having a child with you. 

Though you didn’t go through the amount of trauma he went through, you were still there for him. You had sat him down when he was back at the base and assured him that he would be a great dad. Ghost was still scared of the fact that he was going to be a dad but as long as he had you, he was going to be okay. 

“Marry me,” Ghost tells you one day.

You had met in Ghost’s room as he had just come back from a mission. When you walked in, you saw Ghost on one knee with a ring. His mask was off, knowing that you were the only one he would see at the moment. You quickly shut the door behind you so you two could be alone. 

“Yes!” You said excitedly before getting on your knees and hugging him tightly.

You both had eloped when the two of you went to your hometown during your break. Your intimate family were the only witnesses which you both didn’t mind. Ghost had agreed to a few pictures. Instead of the small polaroid he had in his vest, it was a picture of you in your wedding dress that was his new good luck charm. 

Then came the day your son was born. Both you and Ghost were happy to bring in your newborn son, Thomas Kendall Riley. Named after Ghost’s brother. 

Life with Thomas was a little more easier than Ghost thought. It was obvious that the boy looked up to his dad. When Thomas first learned to walk, he walked to Ghost. When he was learning how to talk, his first word was dada. And whenever he cried at night, you were able to soothe him but when Ghost did it, Thomas went to sleep quicker. 

You had to grab some groceries for dinner, making Ghost home alone with Thomas. Though Ghost didn’t have a problem with it, he was still nervous to be around your son alone. Ghost opened the bottom cabinet to get a pot ready for you as you were almost home, only to hear a thud. Ghost looked over at the other side to see his son on the ground with a bloody nose and a red mark on his head.

“Thomas!” Ghost yelled out. 

You could hear his scream from the other side of the front door. You opened it to see Ghost panicking over your son who sat next to him with a bloody nose and a red mark on his forehead. To your surprise, Thomas wasn’t crying.

“What happened?” You asked as you walked over. You picked up Thomas before grabbing a few tissues.

“I didn’t see him! He was on the other side of the door and now he’s bleeding,” Ghost said in a slight panic.

“You see blood all the time. Why is this any different?” You asked.

“Because it’s on our son!”

“He’s not crying. He’s alright. Aren’t you baby?” You cooed. Thomas smiled up at you as you cleaned him up. You placed a kiss on his forehead before walking over to Ghost. You placed Thomas in Ghost’s arms before kissing his cheek.

“How does it feel to be the only boy to scare your father? You giant slayer,” you chuckled.

“Not funny, Y/n.”

“He’s alright, Simon. He’s just a sneaky little boy who likes to follow his dad,” you tell him. 

“Might need to start putting a bell on him,” Ghost grumbled.

"We're lucky he developed your tough skin," you tell your husband.

"I guess so. But this little bugger is most likely going to be the death of me," Ghost groaned. Thomas laughed a little before holding onto Ghost tightly. You smiled softly as you rubbed your son's back a little.

“I always thought he would be a mommy’s boy,” you said out loud.

“Jealous?”

“No. I’m happy he’s attached to you,” you tell Ghost before kissing his cheek again. 

“Maybe our next kid will be more attached to you,” Ghost said.

“Already want another one?”

“Yes. The baby making is the fun part,” Ghost smirked as he looked at you.

“I agree. Let me cook dinner and if you want to see if my parents would want to watch Thomas tonight, we can start doing some baby making,” you smirked back at him.

“I can have that arranged,” Ghost said as he walked over to the other room to get his phone. You let out a small laugh before heading into the kitchen.

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[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

Open Rp

Long time ago, Saphira just got pregnant with her Husband name "Daniel Eric Cartman" Whom She and him got married for 6 years and She was over the Moon that She's going to have a baby But For Daniel, he was a bit excited which made Saphira very Suspicious...Daniel's family is very wealthy and very kind, they've been working under Saphira's Father's Company..She told his parents and hers about her Pregnancy. Cartmans parents is so happy and thrilled about it...but During the 6 months of her Pregnancy, Daniel Didn't even Lift a Finger to help Poor Saphira on her house work and Cooking as well...She was Furious about it...But not only that, he was acting Like a jerk and Ignored Saphira alot..including leaving her home...until on her 6th months..She came home, her stress is horriblly High...but when she opens the Door...She saw Him and His Mistress in bed making love and she gasp and she screams." DANIEL ERIC CARTMAN!!!!" When he was shocked as he got caught by saph...but then saphira's stress went really high got to the point that she blacked out...her shock made her lost her baby....Then Suddenly Woke up from the Hospital...Saphira asked what happen to her baby...Lets just say the Doctor told her that the baby died from her shock...Her eyes is widen..his parents came in and heard the news...She was crying alot..and then..Daniel showed up with his mistress...and he began to try to explain.

Daniel:"Saph..this isn't what it looks like, Please I'-"

*SMACK*...

Daniel:*Holds his cheeks * S-s-saph?

Saph: *coldly* you....You CUCKER!! You cuck me with that Harlot!!! No thanks to you and your Harlot! "My" baby is gone!"

Mr. Cartman: " Son! Is this true!? Did you Cheated On your Good Wife With this Piece Of trash!?"

Daniel: "Oh come on! Its just a Fling! I tried to have a fun time instead of staying with this Nagging Wife!"

Then His father Punched Him right into the balls and He said,

Mr.Cartman: "Watch your Damn Mouth Boy! This "Nagging" wife is a Good Woman For you! and I heard alot of things of what you Did! You didn't even Help your Poor Precious Once-pregnant Wife!? Are you Serious!? She "Was" carrying YOUR Baby in the First place And this is How you treated her!? The reason why you Married Saphira because Our Company is on the verge Of Bankrupcy! and No thanks to you! We Will be Bankrupt!"

Saphira:" Not quite Sir,...My father knew it wasn't your fault...I told him everything..Except the cheating now..."

Daniel:"Saph..please...I'm sorry,, i'll be a better husband, so please don't divorce me! I can do better ju-"

*SMACK*

Saph:*Slapped daniel with a Divorce paper*..I...want a Divorce..and  it's too late, I've had it..you've Drive me crazy to the Point and I can't stand you anymore!...I want you out of my life..and you and that harlot will pay compensation and Never showed your face again! and you'll be publicly humiliated By being "Belted" by your father! And I'm going to make sure you'll never Show your face in this Town again!"

3 Weeks later after being Discharged and the Divorce was finalized, The Cartmans Family Moved out along With daniel and His Side piece, Rumor has it that he and his Mistress was Forced to Work under his fathers Company to pay Compensation every day for the rest of their sorry ass life...But as For heartbroken saphira...She was crying and Missed her beloved baby...But the Doctor came before she was discharged has offered Saphira another chance to be a Wonderful mother...So the Doctor told saphira that there was two abandoned Newborn Neko twins, One boy and one girl who was abandoned by their parents..So he offered if she can take them home as their own mother...Saphira smiles and Accepted the offer...She wrote her paperwork and Finally Adopt her beautiful two New born baby Nekos, She was in tears and smiles with her New babies in her arms...and then 4 weeks later..She saw a new Neighbor, She hears he's a Nice handsome Fellow and all....She decided to Make a welcoming gift and She told Siren( her maid) to babysit the twins as she began to make a welcoming basket of treats and all..She comes to his home and began to knocking on the Door and she smiles..She got excited and she said" hello, I'm your next Door neighbor. I Notice that You've Just got moved here so I made you a welcoming baskets of treats." Then She hears the Door opens and Then...

#Open rp #Romance #Drama #Spring #Single mother and the Bachelor

[universitypenguin]

I was re-reading "Restitution" and remembered how much I love this story. One of my favorite things, is Ari's growth. It was so sweet seeing him turn into such a good father and how settled he became. Have you ever thought about doing a oneshot about him after the new baby is born? He's already been a great support for the other babies, I'd love to see him when he gets his own.

Word Count: 490

A/N: Here you go! 🥰 Thank you for the ask! This came out so cute, I love it.

The light in the nursery came from the mobile over the crib and a plug in light beside the door.

Ari sat in the dim room cradling the newborn baby in his arms. The little one stirred, reaching his tiny fingers out and grasping Ari’s thumb with surprising strength. His mouth curled into a grin as the little fingers tightened and relaxed in a steady rhythm around his thumb.

How could watching a baby squeeze your thumb inspire such a sense of awe? How could it fill him with such joy, and at the same time send a jolt of fear down his spine?

He’d never been one to dwell on his more serious emotions. Sitting here in the near dark, there was no avoiding the profound responsibility that had been bestowed upon him. Ari never would have thought profound responsibility could be so thrilling. He knew there would be sleepless nights, diaper changes, and so many things to do for his son. But instead of feeling mundane and tired at the prospect, he felt energized, as if he had the power to scale a mountain or sprout wings and fly.

Ari traced the curve of the baby’s chin and marveled at his perfect Cupid’s bow lips. He was so tiny. There were thoughts to disturb his sleep and no emotions that weren’t related to his own comfort. Everything was insignificant except food and sleep at this stage of life.

Ari's heart swelled with love. He’d never been so happy to be right where he was, doing what he was doing, before. Tranquility - that was the word he was searching for, what described this emotion. He wanted to stay in this room with his baby forever.

A soft creak in the hall alerted him to another presence. He raised his head and locked eyes with you. You leaned against the door frame, watching them with a smile.

The baby wiggled in his arms, so he rocked the chair to settle him. Ari gazed down at him with a mixture of wonder and love.

“Look at him,” he murmured. “Already showing off that incredible grip.”

“I see he’s already got Daddy wrapped around his finger,” you said.

“Literally… Can you believe how tiny his hands are?! But they’re so strong.”

You moved into the room, softening as you took in the sleeping features of your son. He’d passed out with his cheek pressed to Ari’s chest and his hand gripping his thumb for dear life.

“He must have gotten your sense of resolve with a grip like that,” you said.

Ari chuckled, shifting the baby's weight in his arms.

“I believe that came from his Mama.”

“Stop trying to butter me up. We know he’s your spitting image. He looks so much like you, I can hardly believe he even came out of me.”

His lips curved into a devious smile. “Well, we definitely won’t need a DNA test this time.”

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[cheshirecatuniverse]

If Hyuga had a baby sister

featuring: Murayama, not edited!

To be realistic, revenge consumed so many years of his life that Hyuga would barely acknowledge his little sister's existence.

They don't even share the same mother. They've never even lived in the same home. Hyuga didn't even remember the year she was born.

During the middle of a SWORD issue, something happened. He got a call from an unknown number.

"Is this Hyuga Norihisa?"

He grunted, "Who wants to know?"

Out of anyone, he could have imagined he didn't think it'd be a social worker. The worker had wanted to take his sister from her foster parents for a long time now. Since Hyuga was out of prison, the worker had been trying to get into contact with him.

When he hung up, he laughed. They must have been desperate to look past his record.

It was also Hyuga's first time thinking of her for longer than a minute. Contemplating whether he should bother meeting her.

The clearest memory of her was when his father forced him to hold her. He was prepared for the newborn in his arms to start crying or fussing, but it never happened. Instead, she just looked at him and slowly fell asleep.

A day after the warehouse fight, Hyuga somehow ended up at the social services agency. He hadn't even made a final decision, but he was here.

The sight of this little girl sitting on the floor of a piss poor excuse of playroom. The walls were peeling, and the floor looked like it hadn't been clean in years. Still, she was just sitting there, with a paper lunch tray in front of her.

At first, he just stood there, and she just looked at him. Then he sighed and sat down on the floor with her. She still didn't say anything.

Reluctantly, he called her name. It was foreign on his tongue. When she looked at him, Hyuga realized how much she looked like their father.

"Hyuga," He pointed at himself and then laying back, leaning his weight against his arms.

At first, this little four year old had look of familiarity. Granted, they did share their family name, but then her face changed into something strange. It was almost empty, Hyuga had never seen such a thing on a child. But then he remembered something one of his brothers had said years ago.

"Anyone else with my name come see you?" He roughly asked.

His sister nodded.

"They say anything to you?"

She nodded again.

"Well, what was it?"

She spoke for the first time, "He said I should die."

Hyuga didn't understand why he had taken her home that day. Not one bit.

Maybe it was because what she told him, maybe because she was the only other Hyuga alive.

It could also be when he asked why she didn't eat her food, she had only answered, "I wanna save it. So my tummy won't hurt at night."

Hyuga had zero idea on how to raise a kid. Or talk to one for that matter.

"You smoke?"

She shook her head, "Nuh-uh."

Hyuga noticed that when he showed his little sister his kitchen, she kept opening and closing the cabinets and drawers. She kept saying, "Where the locks?"

He realized very quickly that he had to encourage her to take what she wanted in the kitchen.

To ask for things in general seemed to be difficult at first, but she was in a new environment.

Hyuga taught her how to microwave frozen foods and made sure the packaged food in the fridge was lowered enough to where she could reach.

Taking her to the Daruma Temple the first time, people thought he had a secret love child.

Nobody, not even the men that used to be from Hyuga Kai, knew there was a younger Hyuga.

Hyuga's little sister is going hide a lot from Daruma Ikka, even though they would still be getting to know each other, she would hide behind his legs. He isn't as annoyed at the action as he'd thought he'd be.

She would go as far as hiding her head in the back of his Daruma jacket.

One time, Hyuga broke one of his glass bongs. It became an incident he still feels bad for.

Pissed off, Hyuga left the room for a second to go find a broom. While he only left for a moment, his sister wandered over. She thought the colored glass was pretty, and she bent down to grab it.

"Don't fucking touch that!" He yelled.

She flinched hard.

Big eyes, her big watery eyes, looked at him, and Hyuga instantly regretted it. When she started wailing, he cursed.

"Shit. Hey, hey, I'm sorry. Don't cry." Hyuga walked over and lifted her up, away from the mess.

"Y-y.... mad at me!" She hiccuped between her crying.

He frowned, trying to find a way to calm her down. Cautiously putting a hand on her head, "I'm not mad. I'm not."

Needless to say, he immediately tried way harder to care for her after.

He'd buy her toy cars that look like his actual ones. They're all lined up on a shelf above her bed.

Sakyo and Ukyo call her "Lil' Demon."

The first time she gets taken to a festival blew her mind. The street food, the lights, the music, and dances. Another thing Hyuga learned, don't let go of a kid's hand on busy streets

Watching her look at the fireworks in amazement is a memory Hyuga likes reminiscing on.

From that day on every time there's fireworks, he makes sure to put her on his shoulders. She likes to hold her hands up, grabbing the air like she might actually catch the colorful explosions.

Not too long later, his little sister would eventually have to start attending school. The first day was a lot harder than Hyuga expected it do be.

"No..." She ran away from door, pressing her face into his legs. She was so little, her pink and red backpack was comically huge on her.

"Yah." Hyuga looked down at her, "C'mon. It's not so bad."

"Don't leave," She used those adorable puppy eyes at him.

Still, he shook his head, "I have to, kid. But I'll pick you up couple hours. We can go get ice cream after, 'kay?"

Napping at the Daruma temple whenever she sees Hyuga lounging around his eyes closed. She puts her head on his lap and she goes to sleep just like that.

When Hyuga finds her asleep, he carries her to the nearest couch or cot.

It was rare for her to get in trouble at school but when she did it was for the most unhinged cases.

Like stealing cookies from the cafeteria and selling them to people or bringing a snake she found on the playground into the classroom.

One time, he got a call from the school, his little sister punched a kid.

Hyuga sat down next to her, she looked up, revealing her scratched up cheek. He grimaced with a squint, then tilted his head.

"What happened?"

She grumbled with pout.

"Kid." Hyuga wasn't the type to ask twice, she knew this by now.

"That boy called me a bad word and pulled my hair." She pouted harder, ready for a scolding.

Hyuga looked around for a second before leaning over to whisper, "Did you put your weight into it?"

She nodded aggressively.

"Good."

She convinced him to let her keep a couple stray cats in the temple. Hyuga didn't know how the hell was he supposed to say no.

She has a Daruma inflatable, not uncommon to see her punch it down like she's a little boxer.

His little sister loves hello kitty. They have a picture together with a hello kitty mascot that no one knows about.

She watches disney movies so much that one time he caught himself singing 'Part of your World' in front of his guys.

When Hyuga drives her in one of his lowriders, he makes the car bounce up and down to hear her giggles.

Sometimes, when Hyuga is napping she likes to come up to him and yell, "Boo!" If no one is around, he gasps dramatically and puts a hand over his heart.

Hyuga teaches her card games, showing her the tricks and how to read poker faces. As well as other gambling games. He says it's essential stuff.

The day Murayama wins against Hyuga, she doesn't understand what's happening. She thinks someone came to attack her big brother, so she ran in, biting and scratching.

"What the-" Murayama hisses and tries to shake her off.

Hyuga, on the floor, starts laughing. He lets this happen for a long minute until he rose up.

She got picked up by the collar of her shirt. Like a cat, she hangs limply in the air.

Hyuga snorted, "Alright, alright. That's enough."

"Whoa," Murayama leans down, takes a good look at her, "Is this your kid?"

"She's my sister."

"She looks like you," He nodded with a hand on his chin, "A mini Hyuga."

One time, Hyuga's little sister came home stomping. It was odd to see her come home so angry. When he walked over to her opened door he saw she was ripping a painted drawing.

He managed to calm her down and talk to her. Something he was getting better with time.

"For stupid mother's day," She said, throwing the paper on the ground. It must have been a project she had to make.

Ah. Hyuga could see the anger threatening to bubble out of her again. So, he hugged her. She jumped in surprised, before she sat still. Then, with no warning, tears fell quietly from her eyes.

"Stupid," She spat out.

"Stupid," He agreed.

#high&low #high & low #high and low #high&low imagine #oya high #daruma ikka #hyuga norihisa

[whispersinthedawn]

Fluttering fireflies (Pt 1)

“You only have one tail,” Triton said in disappointment.

As the first words that his immortal brother could have said to him, it could have been a lot worse. In fact, if Percy considered all the ways it could have gone, Triton could have begun the conversation by picking out all the features that made him young, weak, an upstart god, and undeserving of existing let alone setting tail in the palace.

And so, Percy cheerfully pointed out, “Look on the bright side. At least I have two eyes.”

“Why does that matter?” the god asked blankly.

Well, it mattered because two eyes weren’t always a guarantee when one happened to be born the son of Poseidon and a mortal turned nature spirit. Then again, when the alternative was being a cyclops, Percy would have preferred being the ordinary merman he was pretending to be rather than one of Triton’s beloved two-tailed merpeople.

“He’s perfect the way he is,” Poseidon interrupted before Percy could open his mouth and let a quip fly.

“Of course,” Rhodes agreed. “I didn’t know you and mother were planning to have other kids though.”

Considering the number of children Poseidon had, Percy rather doubted any amount of planning had been involved, ever, but he held his tongue.

He wasn’t a son of Poseidon and Amphitrite, after all.

“Ah well,” Poseidon hedged.

“Not again,” Kymopoleia burst out, slamming her hands on the table. “Once again, you’ve gathered us here to celebrate your virility under the guise of celebrating a new addition to the family!”

Before Poseidon could do more than puff up in offense, Kymopoleia sneered, “Has it ever struck you that you keep having more kids but none of the old ones ever come to visit? Maybe if you put a halt on having more kids and focused on taking care of the ones you already have, you wouldn’t have to keep creating more to hide the fact that everyone but a newborn hates you?”

“Depends on the newborn,” Benthesikyme input judiciously. “Some of them are born with a startling degree of perspicacity.”

“So you have problems with him too?” Percy asked curiously.

That brought his arguing half-siblings to a stop.

“Too?” Kymopoleia inquired after a cautious pause.

Percy nodded.

“What did he do, promise you the world only to end up locking you up on an island?” Rhodes threw a jibe at Poseidon.

“Call you his prince and then treat you like a glorified errand boy?” Triton shot archly.

“Marry you off to a mortal and forget you exist?” Benthesikyme smiled.

“Or was it even worse?” Kymopoleia grinned with sharp teeth. “Create a being in his image only to retroactively realise that he’s really not all that and the kid’s just too destructive to have around his precious?”

“What are you anyway?” Rhodes followed up curiously. “A shark hybrid that has lungs instead of gills, a seaweed creature that requires meat to survive, a whale that can’t digest water? What problems has your parentage saddled you with?”

Percy tapped a finger on his chin, taken aback by the plethora of complaints. “Um,”

“He’s a god!” Poseidon input forcefully before Percy could come up with a palatable answer. “The newest one in the world, in fact.”

So new he was only eighteen years old. Practically infantile, really.

“What are you a god of?” Triton inquired, leaning back in his chair with an assessing gaze.

“Don’t know,” Percy answered uncomfortably. “I just make storms.”

And have disturbing dreams, create volcanic eruptions, and accidentally destroy bridges. Percy was destruction in a nutshell, really.

But even offering a watered-down version of his skillset or lack thereof didn’t stave off the outburst.

“So not only is there a new god in town, it’s also my replacement!” Kymopoleia shouted.

“I’m not a replacement!” Percy burst out, shaking his hands wildly. “I’m not even god of all storms or anything! Just hurricanes. On land.”

Kymopoleia stared at him incredulously. “Wow. You’re not even a subordinate. Just born, and you’re already halfway to dead.”

“Stop being so dramatic,” Poseidon commanded. “He’s a god, he’s your brother, and you’re going to include him while carrying out your duties.”

“So … you mean not only do I have a snot-nosed little brother, I have to babysit the kid now?” Rhodes concluded.

“Don’t take it personally,” Percy commiserated. “First I heard of this was when he came to my birthday, for the first time ever, and gave me a sand dollar and a tour around the palace with my family. Funnily, he never mentioned just who was going to be part of this family trip.”

Benthesikyme sighed. “He’s insensitive that way.”

“At least you’re all getting along, even if it’s about how much you resent me,” Poseidon said, sounding unsure whether he ought to be worried about that.

Percy dared to pat his father on the elbow. “Get used to it,” he advised. “That’s how all well-adjusted siblings bond.”

***

An AU where Percy is born the youngest god. Will be ultimately Perpollo but Apollo hasn't entered the scene yet.

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#pjo #fanfiction #percy jackson #sea fam #god Percy #poseidon #meeting your half siblings #bonding over parental mistakes #teasing #alternate universe

[imaginejamesandsirius]

Sirius was 16 when Regulus was born, and ran away when Regulus was only a couple of months old. He and James are happily married and have a son together, Harry (who was born 1980, like canon).

One day Sirius is visited by a Wizard Solicitor with a Will telling him that he’s inherited half of the Black fortune, and is now also has custody of his younger brother, who is a about 8 at this point.

Sirius assumed that his brother had been the perfect child for his parents, he expects a blood-purist spoiled brat — instead he’s got a child who’s abuse makes his own (which was already severe) seem like nothing.

Just Sirius feeling guilt for abandoning Regulus, feeling responsible for his abuse, and he and James trying to give him the best life possible — and Harry being adorable, and Regulus and him becoming the best brothers, which makes Sirius feel complicated feelings.

((A/N: Mentions of child abuse))

Anger and discomfort. That's what Sirius felt when his father pushed a week-old baby into his arms and said, "Hold him until your mother gets back."

The new baby, his new brother, sixteen years younger than him, Regulus, whimpers pathetically. He tries to rearrange his arms so the baby won't start screaming, but does he know anything about babies? He's never really been around one before. This is maybe the second time he's held one, and he would've been happier if it had stayed at one.

"Why can't you bloody hold him?" Sirius asks as Orion backs away. "He's your stupid son."

"As are you," Orion replies dryly, a familiar angry glint in his eye. "So do as I say and hold your sodding brother while I get a drink." He leaves, long strides taking him from the room far faster than Sirius can chase after him. He doesn't like the fact that he has a sibling now or that he's supposed to wait here until Walburga gets in-- whenever that's supposed to be-- but he doesn't want to bash the baby's head into the door, so he has to stop following their father and wait in the room as requested.

He sighs, gives the door an impotent kick, then gingerly makes his way to a chair. It's easier to hold a baby while sitting, right? He's heard that somewhere. Maybe, if he's lucky, Regulus will stay asleep. Or is he awake and just not crying? It's hard to tell which when his face is so scrunched up. Sirius isn't sure. As long as he's quiet though, he doesn't care.

He knows what a new sibling means. His parents didn't say it in as many words, but they didn't need to; he knows that he's a disappointment to them. He's said a hundred times (to James), that if they could replace him, they would. And now they have.

His parents don't like each other. They don't have sex for fun. They purposefully conceived Regulus so that, once Sirius is gone, they'll have a new heir. Sirius knows that he won't be here much longer. It's a toss up whether he runs or they throw him out. He thinks he's going to run; he'll be able to pack all of his things that way.

He glances down at the (thankfully) still quiet baby in his arms and hates him, just a little bit. Right now, he's fine. He's a baby. He doesn't have personality, he's trying to figure out going to sleep and eating when he's hungry. But when he grows up? Sirius turned out alright, in spite of their parents. Regulus probably won't turn out the same. Andromeda noted to him once, in the corner of one of their family gatherings, "It's fifty-fifty if one of us isn't utter shite. It's like, you and I turned out good, so Bellatrix and Narcissa have to be piss." Sirius laughed, knowing the truth in her words; Uncle Alphard, present but apart from the others like they were, was a clear sign. They could turn out good, but it wasn't a guarantee.

If Sirius is fine, then what does that mean for the future of this newborn baby? He'll grow up under Walburga and Orion's watchful eyes and the 'benefit' of hindsight that raising Sirius will have given them.

Sirius will grow to hate him. That stir of anger, to that future, to their parents, is still there. "Sorry, mate," he whispers. Angry or not, he pities him.

*

There's a knock on the door, and James answers. "Hullo. Erm, can I help you?"

"I'm a solicitor, my name is Joe Byrne." He holds a business card out. It's a deep green, almost black but its colour is visible from the sunlight shining on the doorstep. "I'm here to speak to Sirius Potter."

James takes the card and glances down at it. The sigil stamped to the background and the skate of magic underlining his information like an errant drop of water mean he's old money-- which means he's likely connected to the Black family. "I don't know what business you could have with him."

"I presume you're his husband, James Potter?"

"That's correct."

"Mr. Potter, are you aware that his mother recently passed?"

"Yes-" it was in The Prophet "-but she disowned him. I know children are usually in the will even if they're estranged, but this isn't a usual situation."

Mr. Byrne doesn't appear bothered by this. "The will has been read. What Walburga Black may or may not have done to disown your husband in a social manner wasn't reflected legally, so I need to speak with him."

James knows he's being overprotective by thinking anyone connected with the Black's-- even professionally-- is bad for Sirius. So he swallows it down, tucks the card in his pocket, and says, "Okay. Please, come in. Would you like a cup of tea?"

"Please. Thank you."

James waves his wand to get things started in the kitchen and leads Mr. Byrne to an armchair. They're both quiet as he sits. Another wave of his wand brings the teapot out, the tray and cups trailing behind it. He can't remember if it's polite to pour for him or not; it's been so long since he tried to be proper, and that was occasionally, not all the time. Bloody hell, he shouldn't care about this, and he doesn't, really, but he's nervous. Sirius's parents are an old scar, but they are a scar. What's the point in putting pressure on that scar again? For a single galleon that his mother left, just to spite him? "Go ahead," he says, motioning to the tea service, "and I'll go get Sirius."

Mr. Byrne thanks him, so even if it was a mistake, it's a small one.

James isn't looking forward to this. To any part of this. He didn't even want to let the solicitor in, but now he has to tell Sirius that he's here, and he likes that less. He heads to the backyard, where they were soaking in the sun for a few hours while Harry's at the Longbottom's.

Sirius glances over when he walks out, then frowns. "You alright?"

"There's a solicitor here for you. From Walburga."

"I don't imagine we'd have anything to discuss."

"I said the same to him, but he claims you're in the will." James holds out a hand to him and tries to smile. "Best to get it over with."

Sirius sighs but agrees, taking his hand and joining him inside.

Mr. Byrne introduces himself to Sirius before opening his briefcase and removing a sizeable folder. "I apologize for coming to your home to discuss this, but my letters didn't receive any response and certain matters need to be taken care of quickly."

"We received quite a bit of post after her death," James says by way of apology. None of the letters were welcome; they'd burned the lot of it without sifting through to check senders.

"I understand," he replies, accepting. Then he looks to Sirius. "In summary, you are now the Head of the Black family. There's quite a bit of details to get through in relation to that, but we can schedule an appointment for that if you prefer. The most urgent matter is that of your younger brother, one Regulus Black. Since your mother's death, he's been staying with a member of S.U.B.S., but the hope is to transfer him into your custody as quickly as possible. There are a few forms I need your signature on, and then you'll be his legal guardians." Mr. Byrne is very efficient about the whole matter. As he's speaking, he retrieves a quill and inkwell from his briefcase. By the time he's done, the inkwell is unstoppered, and the corresponding forms are facing Sirius and James.

Two minutes ago, they had a three year old and struggled with that. Now they're being told they have to raise another kid, one who's older and they've never met.

Sod everything.

*

Sirius and James have a certain idea what Regulus will be like. Sirius was raised in that house, he knows what life was like before he went to Hogwarts, and Regulus is eight. He was snooty and cold and unused to anything like James and Sirius as they are now; Regulus will be the same, possibly worse.

The first glimpse they get of Regulus makes them rethink that assumption.

The first conversation they try to have with him crushes that assumption beneath a harsh hammer and grinds it up afterwards. At first, Regulus is too loud, too aggressive. Then, he's quiet, almost not daring to breathe, and he shrinks away like he expects pain. When none comes, he flees to the loo with a murmured excuse.

"That's not normal," Sirius whispers to James. They need to talk about it, but he doesn't want Regulus to overhear. And, given what just happened, he doesn't want to go too far from him.

"Definitely not," James whispers back. "D'you think they hurt him?"

"That's what it looked like, but it doesn't make any sense. They wanted to make him the perfect son to replace me." He shakes his head. "This doesn't follow."

"Maybe he's skittish from losing his parents and living with strangers," James says, but he doesn't sound like he believes it.

Sirius doesn't believe it either, but he says, "Yeah. Maybe."

*

"Are you going to lock me in the basement?" Regulus asks one day over lunch.

Sirius wishes Harry weren't here for this, and James wishes that there was a warning before someone asked something so horrible like that.

"There's no basement," Harry informs him. "Uncle Peter's house has a basement, but he says I can't go in." He's too young to understand the horrible implications in Regulus’s question. To him, it's a question on the same level as 'can I go in Dad's potion lab' or 'can we have dinner early today'.

James tries to smile. "Right. Like Harry said, no basement. I don't know why we'd do something like that to you anyways."

"The full moon is tomorrow night."

His stomach sinks, because that didn't sound like a different topic, and he doesn't want to ask, but he has to. Sirius braces himself and asks, "Why is that important?"

"They put me in the basement for my transformations."

He blinks. "Transformations?"

"When I become a wolf." Regulus said it as if this was information they already knew.

Sirius and James both force themselves not to react; there's no point in making him think it's a bad reaction. "Right. You don't have to do that anymore, we have something else worked out." They'll have to figure it out tonight. It'll be easy, since they can both transform and keep him company, but finding a suitable location will be a bit of a challenge-- and finding someone to mind Harry while they were both gone, helping Regulus, won't be easy because of the short notice. 

*

"I should've taken Regulus with me when I ran away from my parents," Sirius says, staring up at the ceiling and hating himself for something eight years past. From the corner of his eye, he can see James pause.

"You're not blaming yourself, are you?"

He says nothing.

James sighs, a quiet, sad thing, and pads over to the bed. He sits and places a hand on Sirius's shoulder. "We were sixteen. We couldn't have raised a kid."

"We would've figured it out," Sirius says stubbornly. He's convinced that it's true. They had Harry a little earlier than was wise, but they had each other, so they were able to get through it. It would've been the same with Regulus; they would've been scared and stressed with juggling everything, but they would've managed it.

James lays down. He throws one leg over Sirius's and curves his arm to smush between them so he can hold his hand. He should probably look up at the ceiling with him, but instead he stares at Sirius. His jaw is set, eyes tight, and he's glaring at the red paint like it's done him wrong. "I know you feel bad for him. I do too, but there's nothing we could have done-"

"We could've helped," Sirius cuts in, voice hard.

Mm. He isn't going to make this easy, is he? James keeps himself from sighing again, knowing it'll only make Sirius more defensive. "Okay. Humour me. You're sixteen, and you show up at my house with a baby in your arms. My parents let you and Regulus both live there. We-"

"I know that it wouldn't have been easy with Hogwarts, but-"

James is the one to cut him off this time. "I wasn't talking about Hogwarts, I was talking about Walburga and Orion. If you'd brought him with you, that would be kidnapping. Do you really think they'd let that slide? The law would've been on their side, and they would've wanted him back."

"They treated him like rubbish!" Sirius says, turning his head to glare at James instead of the ceiling. "He's a werewolf; they wouldn't have raised a finger."

"He wasn't a werewolf back then."

A retort is on the tip of his tongue, but he hesitates when that penetrates his fog of guilt and self-recrimination. James is right; Regulus wasn't a werewolf. He doesn't know when he was bitten, but it had to be after he left. "I still think I should've been able to do something," he eventually says, feeling helpless and hating it.

"You didn't know. And it doesn't seem like anyone else knows; they kept it locked down. All we can do is focus on how much better parents we're going to be to him," James says with a grin.

Sirius snickers. "Yeah. Doesn't sound like it'll be hard."

"We'll blow them out of the water."

*

Harry thinks it's fun to have Regulus around. Where James and Sirius are sometimes too busy to play with him exactly the way he wants, Regulus is always free-- and, importantly, always willing. Regulus and Harry both are enjoying the novelty of living with someone close to them in age. Hell, Regulus is enjoying playing. So much of it, he seems to be experiencing for the first time (like he's never had a playmate), but sometimes he does act the five years older than Harry that he is, knowing what Harry wants before he says a word.

It's pretty damn cute no matter which way he's acting. He talks more now, which is a marked improvement on when he first moved in. He doesn't fully trust Sirius and James yet, but they've got plenty of time to build off that, and he does trust them a little. He doesn't expect for them to berate him over nothing; he doesn't expect for them to lock him away on full moons or when he gets 'too annoying'. James gets frustrated with the slow pace sometimes, hating that Sirius has to remind him that baby steps are the only way they'll make progress. Raising Harry is, by comparison, easy. He's known them his whole life, never had reason to doubt that they'll be there for him or keep him safe. Dealing with raising both of them at the same time, with these differing viewpoints, isn't easy, but they're surviving.

Regulus and Harry wore themselves out playing. Sirius, as Padfoot, joined the fun, and he's feeling lethargic as they head inside. When he curls up to take a nap, Harry joins him automatically, pillowing his head on thick fur. When Regulus sees the way Sirius doesn't shake him off, he joins them, arm over Harry and head resting on Padfoot's gently moving chest.

James comes home, takes a photograph before any of them can wake, then tiptoes around the house, wanting them to have as much peace as they can. It's not an easy family, not one he ever thought they'd have, but it's good. Regulus fits in, taking on the role of Harry's brother, with Sirius more like a father.

#fanfic #prongsfoot #bambibelle #james potter #sirius black #harry potter #regulus black #filled #established relationship #married #no voldemort au #post hogwarts #raising harry #siriuslystarbucks

[1800-fight-me]

Epilogue- Broken Vows

Part One Part Two Part Three

Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader

Rating: M (Mature) As always, minors please do not interact! 

Warnings: Allusions to sex, discussions of pregnancy and childbirth, other than that it’s pure fluff! 

Word count: About 950 (it’s a lil one!) 

Synopsis: After years of desperately fighting your way towards one another, you and Aemond are finally living your happily ever after. 

Author’s note: This story is half of my heart and I cannot get it out of my head. I hope y’all enjoy this epilogue as much as I enjoyed writing it! If you have any thoughts or questions about this series my askbox is open!! 

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Aemond Masterlist

You gasped in joy as your newborn child was placed on your chest. 

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you took in his little face. 

He was an exact replica of his father. You grinned. 

You supposed it was only fair, despite all your children inheriting their father’s white hair, most of them took more after you than him. Other than your second daughter who was the female version of her father, temper included. 

Aemond pressed a kiss to your temple as he stroked the baby’s cheek. 

“He is perfect,” you whispered in awe. 

“He is,” your husband agreed. 

You kissed your newborn baby gently on the forehead. 

“You did wonderful, dear heart,” Aemond said, love evident in his voice as he kissed you and then your son on the cheek. 

“Thank you, my love,” you said as you turned your face to look at him fully. 

He kissed you, deeply and full of appreciation and care. 

“You are the most beautiful woman in the seven kingdoms, dear heart,” he said as he nudged his nose against yours and caressed the top of his child’s head. 

“Aemond! I am covered in sweat and blood. I am disgusting,” you protested. 

He rolled his eye at you. 

“Is she not the most beautiful woman you have ever seen?” Aemond said as he turned to the maester who had just finished cleaning you up and was now tidying up the mess from the birth. 

“Of course, my prince,” he said. 

Aemond smiled triumphantly and you rolled your eyes but smiled back at him. 

“The only time you have looked this beautiful is when you gave birth to our other children. Mm, and perhaps our wedding day as well,” he teased, his voice deeper as he pressed his lips to yours once again. 

“You look so beautiful I could fill you with another,” he murmured. 

“My prince! You cannot! The princess needs rest!” the maester exclaimed in concern for your well-being. 

You giggled. 

“Do not worry, maester. The prince and I have been through this many times before. He knows he has to wait,” you said dismissively and Aemond chuckled. 

“And besides, he knows this was the last child,” you said firmly as you looked back at your husband. 

He smirked. 

“Are you certain about that, my love? Look at the perfect babe you just bore,” he said, temptation in his voice. 

“Six. I have borne six children, five of them yours, Aemond. I am weary and too old to do this again,” you said. 

“All of them mine,” he whispered against your skin, quiet enough that the maester could not hear, as ran his nose across your cheek and pressed a kiss to your skin once again. 

You shivered in response. 

“What say you, maester? Is my wife too old to bear another child?” 

Concern filled the maester’s eyes as he looked between you and your husband. He was a relatively new maester and it was clear he was intimidated by Aemond and wished to protect his patient. 

“I am asking for your professional opinion. Do not worry for her, I love her and will put her safety above all else,” Aemond reassured at the nervous look in the Maester’s eyes. 

“This labor was more strenuous for her and the child, my prince. I would not recommend she try again,” he said carefully. 

You smirked triumphantly. Not that the opinion of the master really mattered, Aemond would heed your wishes, but it did help to have proof of your conviction. 

Aemond’s desire to fill you with his seed and see you pregnant with his child had not lessened throughout your marriage, despite the fact that you had now borne him five wonderful children since you were wed. Four gorgeous daughters and finally today a second son.

Many people made comments to him about his lack of an heir, but he brushed them off and never once cared. 

You both knew the truth. Your first son was born of him and Aemond cherished all his children equally, no matter their gender or legitimacy. 

“Alright, beautiful wife, this is the last one,” he said gently as he took your son from your arms and cradled him. 

The maester quietly gathered his things and left. 

Aemond kissed you tenderly and as you melted into his kiss, you were sorely tempted to take back your conviction that this is the last child for the two of you. 

As he pulled back from the kiss, he smirked at the look in your eyes. Decades of loving one another had left him with a strong ability to read you. He knew of the thoughts and desires that flitted through your mind. 

But now that your safety was at question, he would never allow you to be put at risk. 

“The last one,” you agreed. 

The sight of your husband as he held your newborn baby was your favorite sight in the world, rivaled only by the sight of him as he held and cared for your other children.

He murmured gentle words to his son and you smiled sleepily. 

“The children will want to meet him,” you said with a yawn. 

“The children can wait, you need rest,” he said softly.

You nodded and your eyes fluttered closed. 

“I love you,” you murmured. 

“I love you more than I have words to express, dear heart,” he said and pressed a kiss to your forehead. 

You quickly submitted to sleep with your child safely in your husband’s care.

#aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen x y/n #aemond targaryen fluff #aemond targaryen x wife!reader #aemond targaryen x female!reader #aemond #broken vows

[kehlana-wolhamonao3]

Cissy's sister!

This one is quite an AU of Blue Castle!

Basically, I wanted to explore how different would Valancy be if she was born as Roaring Abel's daughter and how it would influence her relationship with Barney. I like her involvement with the Stirlings too much though to give it up, so I made up a Roberta Stirling who eloped with Abel, had a short, tempestuous marriage with him and died giving birth to Valancy. He hires a wet nurse for her, married her soon after and she in turn gives birth to Cissy, so while they are half-sisters, only Valancy is related to the Stirlings.

Here is a very rough draft of the beginning:

The fact whether Valancy herself should be accepted as part of the Stirling clan had remained a hotly debated issue since the day she was born and her mother, Roberta Gay nee Stirling, died in childbirth. Roberta, ever a rebel among the staid and utterly respectable Stirlings, fell passionately and disastrously for the handsome, wild Abel Gay, a carpenter, blasphemer and a shameless town drunk, and eloped with him to the horror of her family. Their marriage, filled with volatile quarrels mixed with passionate reconciliations, lasted little above a year before it met its tragic end. During that time, Roberta had been considered dead by her relations, but her actual death while leaving behind a baby complicated the matter. Should the Stirlings recognise little Valancy?

“She’s a daughter of that sinner Abel Gay,” pointed Isobel Wallace nee Stirling distastefully. “Can it be expected that she’ll grow up into anybody we want to have associated with our family?”

“It’s extremely doubtful,” agreed gravely James Stirling who, at thirty, was already reputed to be very clever and was therefore the clan oracle—brains being none too plentiful in the Stirling connection. “Especially considering how easily her mother abandoned all decency in marrying him.”

“Roberta made her own bed,” Benjamin threw in his own agreement. “She should have expected that no child of such union could ever be recognised by us as kin. Roaring Abel’s daughter!”

“But Roberta is dead,” interceded Frederick, always the most soft hearted of the siblings, as was well known. Amelia, his bride of not yet a year, sent him an exasperated look. She had no pity for Roberta, whose scandalous elopement completely overshadowed her own marriage into the Stirling family which took place two weeks later. Nobody talked about a boring union between Amelia Wansbarra, determinedly respectable in face of her own father’s eccentricities, and the second youngest son of Jacob Stirling, when they could gossip about the elopement of the groom’s sister instead. Amelia didn’t forgive Roberta for it yet and she didn’t think she ever would. “The child is blameless, whatever her parents are guilty of. And as for her upbringing, do we really intend to leave the poor newborn baby to be brought up by Abel Gay? Surely people would talk about that.”

That hit a string with his family, as he predicted. The Stirlings feared and hated nothing more than a scandal – the main reason for their immediate cutting off Roberta – and the thought of being talked about as heartless and neglectful for refusing to take care of Roberta’s orphaned child didn’t sit well with them.

“She is our niece, whoever her father is,” acknowledged Herbert reluctantly. While he wasn’t as soft as Frederick, he was known for his abhorrence of conflict, a rare trait in the connection. “And Abel hardly has the means to take care of her properly.”

“The baby probably won’t last long anyway,” sniffled Mary, Wellington’s new wife. “I’ve heard she looks sickly.”

“Poor little lamb,” said Cousin Georgiana softly. Widely considered a hopeless old maid at thirty four, her opinions never carried much weight within the clan, but everyone was used to having her around. “Motherless from the day she was born!”

The Stirlings shifted uncomfortably. It was all well and proper to cut off the fruit of sin, but it was a bit harder when reminded that this fruit was at present a days old baby.

“We can’t ignore the child’s existence,” announced Jacob Stirling, the patriarch of the clan, ending the discussion. “It would be different if Roberta was alive – she made her own bed, as Benjamin rightly said – but her death changed things. This baby is half Stirling and she will be regarded as such. We can’t allow her to grow up in poverty and squalor unbecoming of the family. We would fail in our Christian duty.”

“But who is going to take her in?” asked Isobel with a frown. “I can’t – I have my boys to think of.”

“Well, it can’t be me,” said Herbert matter-of-factly. “I’m a bachelor.”

He had his sights set on Alberta Monroe, the most beautiful girl in the province, but since he was still working on climbing the ladder in the timber company he’d started to work for recently and his chosen bride was just sixteen, he did not expect to marry any time soon.

“Of course nobody considers you,” said his mother with an eyeroll. She was a thin, strong woman, with a long wrinkled face and sharp grey eyes which were still able to scare any of her seven remaining children into submission, even self-important James and vicious Isabel. Roberta was the only one who dared to rebel against her, but Roberta was dead now. “It’s obvious that the care of the child should go to a married couple.”

The married among her children – James, Benjamin, Isabel, Wellington and Frederick – looked at her in apprehension of hearing her verdict.

“I and your father can’t be expected to take such a responsibility so late in life,” stated Ruth Stirling firmly. “Especially since Mildred is still under our care. Isabel, as she just said, has two young children of her own; it would be hardly kind to burden her with another baby, especially a sickly one as this one is rumoured to be. I don’t think Benjamin’s father-in-law would welcome Roaring Abel’s child under his roof and we don’t want to spoil your relationship with him, Benjamin.”

Benjamin, who was a clerk in Mr Frost’s general store and, after marrying his boss’s only daughter, had reasonable expectations of buying into the business and inheriting it in its entirety one day, nodded sagely at that.

“Neither would it be wise to upset dear Mary’s father or indeed dear Mary herself mere weeks after her wedding,” continued Mrs Stirling. Marrying Mary Elliot was undoubtedly Wellington’s biggest achievement – Mary’s family was the richest this side of Port Lawrence – and making things difficult in his marriage was the last thing anybody in the Stirling clan intended to do. “Which leaves us with James or Frederick.”

James grimaced. The thought of taking in a baby – an offspring of his wild sister and the notorious Abel Gay no less! – didn’t sit well with him. He might have caved in for the reputation of generosity and benevolence it would give him though if his wife, a timid, pretty little thing, didn’t interject on the matter.

“Oh, let us take her, James!” she pleaded, her blue eyes imploring. “I’d love nothing more than to take care of a baby and since God hasn’t blessed us with one yet…”

She trailed off, seeing the clear refusal in her husband’s face even before he spoke.

“We can’t possibly do that, my dear,” said James condescendingly. “You have to think about your health first. It’s too delicate – much too delicate – to handle such a huge burden as a baby.”

Alice looked like she wanted to protest, but she didn’t, of course. He trained her better than that. James barely restrained a pleased smile at her deferring to his wisdom.

Nobody tried to quarrel with James or defend Alice; this was not how things were done in the Stirling clan. All eyes turned to Frederick and Amelia instead. They’ve been married for a year already, but didn’t have children of their own yet. Amelia was the only daughter of Amos Wansbarra who was neither rich nor completely respectable; there was no need to take into account neither her own nor her family’s opinions. And everybody knew that soft hearted Frederick could be talked into it.

As it turned out, they didn’t even have to talk him into it – to the horror of his wife, he volunteered.

“Of course Amelia and I will take her,” he announced cheerfully. “We have enough space and I dare say that Amelia would welcome something to do while I’m at work.”

Amelia stiffened at the implication that she didn’t have enough to keep her busy even without taking in the baby of a woman she disliked and a man whom she abhorred, but she didn’t dare to quarrel in the presence of the whole clan. Her position in it was still too tentative for her to risk it. She forced herself to smile.

“Of course,” she said with much less convincing enthusiasm. “We’ll do our best to bring up this girl as a good, obedient Christian.”

Everything agreed upon, the only thing which remained was to communicate the matter to Abel Gay, which they promptly did after Roberta’s funeral.

Abel laughed in their faces.

#the blue castle fanfic #the blue castle fanfiction #the blue castle #the blue castle book club #valancy stirling

[avionvadion]

So, in the two hours of sleep I got last night, I had the weirdest (kind of fucked up) dream of when Irene and Sesshomaru have baby Sora.

For all intents and purposes, I don't plan of adding this into the actual fic (unless ya'll want me to) but it was a wild dream with a somewhat cute ending. Angst galore.

Long story short (mostly because I don't remember a whole lot of it) everyone knows Sesshomaru has pretty much accepted humans at this point and has even accepted the idea of a human partner (Irene) but don't know if he's changed his opinion on half-demons at all.

A while after Irene and Sesshomaru spend their first night together, Inuyasha (very loudly and utterly horrified by the knowledge of who the daddy is) reveals that Irene's scent changed and that she's preggers. Miroku comments on how he wonders how well Sesshomaru will take this news. He then throws out the question of if Sesshomaru's hatred for half-demons is so strong, would he truly be so cruel as to do something that could result in a child and then try to kill it as soon as it's born, regardless of Irene's feelings?

Needless to say, Irene and Sango panic.

Sango leaves her nearly one-year-old twins, Gyokuto and Kin'u, with Miroku while she and Irene fly over to the wolf demon tribe mountains to ask Koga for help, seeing as he was once close with Irene's older sister. Koga is happy to shelter her. The wolf scent is very strong and pretty much hides Irene's scent from Sesshomaru long enough for her to give birth.

She goes ahead and names the newborn Sora, and I guess because the scent is pretty fresh and very similar to his own it helps Sesshomaru track them down?

Irene is terrified he's going to hurt Sora, but instead he acts very gentle and soft (and Koga very reluctantly lets him approach since he doesn't sense any ill will or malice from him) as he remarks on how Irene has already chosen a name for their daughter, and I think he wrapped her up in his fur as he flies and takes Irene and Sora back to Kaede's Village?

He's lowkey very pissed she jumped to conclusions and ran off, especially since her lifespan is much shorter than his and if she died giving birth he would have never known, but he also can't really blame her for said conclusion because he did try on very, very, very many accounts to kill Inuyasha in the past.

#inuyasha #inuyasha oc #sesshomaru #sesshomaru x oc #forest deep #the premise is kinda oof but like with Sess' track record can you blame 'em for assuming the worst??? #my brain truly chose violence last night I guess #mirsan #koga #wolf demon koga

[murdockparker]

Summer Nights

Benedict Bridgerton x Reader

Summary: Benedict was born to be a father, she was sure of it.

Word Count: 1.7k

Prompt: 61.“Don’t get up - I’ll do it.”

Warnings: extreme fluff!!!, parenthood, benedict is a good dad™️

A/N: is this self indulgent? possibly. is it short? maybe so. either way, give this man a hundred babies, I dare you. he literally deserves nothing but the world.

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Living in the country was blissful, the quiet summer nights were entirely beautiful and calming all the same. When Benedict had first shared My Cottage with his wife, it was on their rather extensive and long honeymoon—and while she fell more in love with her husband during that time, the same could easily be said about My Cottage. She never really expected to enjoy country life as much as she did, almost begging Benedict to allow their permanent residence be settled here rather than in a stuffy estate in London before the honeymoon had even concluded. He could never say no to his beloved, even at the best of times.

So, they stayed. 

It was on nights such as these that made sleep all the easier, the droning of wildlife buzzing quietly outside their windows. Benedict’s arms were wrapped languidly around his wife’s frame, small snores escaping his mouth. Normally, (Y/N) would grow vexed with his snoring—it was only one of few flaws she could pin on him—but with how deeply she was sleeping, the sound didn’t even stir her.

The crying, however, did.

With bleary eyes and only the moonlight to guide her, (Y/N) began to claw at the sheets covering her body. She knew it would be too good to be true, to be able to sleep so soundly, especially with their newborn in a bassinet beside the bed. Forgoing the help of their staff—insisting on trying to care for their child on their own as much as they could—they allowed their newest bundle of joy to share their chambers instead of occupying the freshly renovated nursery. Although they appreciated the efforts made by Mrs. Crabtree to make the nursery as welcoming as she could, there was something magnetic and natural in wanting to be there immediately for their child.

Of course, the idea was an excellent one, in practice… it had been a journey for the new parents to embark on, to say the least. The last few months were a trying time for the Bridgertons and their new babe. 

(Y/N) slipped the sheets carefully off her skin, the cooler air sending a small shiver up her spine. It was an impossible feat, to try and remove herself from bed without Benedict waking. Not only was he a light sleeper, but he almost always knew when his wife was separating from their embrace—the warmth fading quickly and his slumber disturbed. This time was no exception to the rule.

Benedict groaned lightly, obviously fresh out of sleep much like his wife. Without as much as a minute to listen to the wailing, he sat straight up in their bed, his head turned to the bassinet by the foot of the bed. 

“Benedict—”

“Don’t get up,” Benedict said, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, “I’ll do it.” She tried to reach for his arm, only to be met by a light pat to her hand—his insistence of tending to their daughter evident.

“You don’t have to,” she said, enjoying the warmth of his hand atop of hers. 

“I’d be a rather rubbish father if I made you take care of her every time she cried,” he said quietly. “I don’t mind it, really.”

“You could,” (Y/N) fought back a yawn, “never be a rubbish father.”

In the sliver of moonlight that cascaded across Benedict’s face, she could make out the hint of a smile as he got out of the bed, making quick work to attend to their daughter. “A bit fussy, are we?” Their daughter continued to wail, her tantrum shaking the bassinet enough to be noticeable. He carefully lifted her out of the wooden crib, gently wrapping the draping cloth around her in his arms. 

“She might be hungry,” (Y/N) said carefully, adjusting her silk sleeping gown, it had bunched up rather uncomfortably.  

“If she’s hungry I won’t hesitate to wake you, my love,” Benedict said as he carefully bounced the babe in his arms, his eyes not leaving his daughter. “But you,” he turned his gaze towards (Y/N), “should get some rest. I’ll take her out of here so you may sleep soundly. Let’s let mama rest, shall we?”

(Y/N) couldn’t argue with that, the urge to fall back into her slumber was too great. She knew that Benedict would be able to handle himself just fine, she trusted him wholly and undoubtedly, especially with their daughter. 

Fatherhood had suited him, she decided. While it was a very little surprise to the couple when (Y/N) came to be with child—honestly, the surprise was that it hadn’t happened sooner—they knew the child was wanted all the same. When their daughter was born, something flipped in Benedict, a paternal instinct of the sort. He was a natural, the practice of having six younger siblings was evident, with the way he cared for her. It wasn’t even a discussion of keeping their daughter in their bedchambers with them at night, he was the one to move her bassinet without a single word or objection. 

While (Y/N)’s leisurely thoughts of her husband soothed her back to a sleepy state, the urge to follow him out to wherever he took their babe and watch from a distance was too great, seeing as she only made it all of fifteen minutes before breaking. A small sigh left her lips as she kicked her legs off the side of the bed, allowing herself to float across their bedchambers and search for the candlelight Benedict was bound to have lit. Sure enough, a small flickering light was emitting from his studio, the door cracked ever-so-slightly. (Y/N) took it upon herself to peek in.

“You see,” Benedict softly said, pointing to a half-finished painting, “this is your grandmama’s house, I’m painting it for her birthday.” Their daughter, now seemingly calmed down, babbled, almost in response. “Yes, well, I also think it could use some more work, but it is not yet finished, my dove.”

She cooed lightly, gripping Benedict’s free finger.

“There she is, my beautiful girl,” Benedict smiled down at the bundle in his arms, “you just needed some time with your papa, huh?” He wiped her nose with his thumb—a snot bubble had formed in such a short amount of time. “Did you want to see some other things your papa has been working on?”

He knew that the baby couldn’t give any rational response, but he decided to cart her around his studio as if he was born to do it. Benedict moved her from every other easel in the room, from the finally finished portrait of Anthony and Kate to the landscape of My Cottage—it was originally to be an anniversary present for his beloved, but she had caught a peek of the painting and ruined the surprise. (Y/N) claimed to be the best of actresses for when their anniversary did come around. Finally, he stopped at his desk, a littering of parchments and half-finished drawings adorned the top in a semi-organized fashion.

“This one? Oh I do rather like this one,” Benedict nodded, pointing down at the oak desk, aiming at one drawing in particular. “You see, it’s just a bunch of scribbles and shapes right now, but I want to try my hand at drawing you, my dove.” He smiled contently at the parchment beneath his fingertips. “Much like your mother, your beauty is something that is hard to capture, so I’m afraid this will take papa quite some time to finish.”

“She’ll have grown by the time you decide to finish that,” (Y/N) said, finally stepping into the studio. She had grown tired of just watching her husband interact with their daughter, even though her heart nearly soared at every passing word.

Benedict’s eyes lit up when he noticed his wife across the room, a smile curling his lips. His hair was tousled—from sleep, no doubt—his white sleep shirt was barely buttoned, he was truly a sight to be seen. “It’ll be very hard to forget how she looks, seeing as I spend far too long staring at her.”

(Y/N) hummed quietly, walking over to Benedict’s side. He wasn’t lying about the drawing, it truly was just scribbles and shapes, only a basic outline of what could possibly be a baby. “She is hard to look away from.”

“We did a good job, didn’t we?” Benedict asked, his eyes not lifting from the baby in his arms. “She’s just so beautiful, just like her mama.”

“If you are insinuating that I look like a baby—”

“Of course not, darling,” Benedict laughed, pulling his wife into his side. “I am just forever blessed that she has your features and very few of mine.”

“She has your nose,” (Y/N) said, lightly pressing her fingertip to her daughter’s nose, “and your ears.”

Benedict grimaced lightly. “Ah, she does, doesn’t she?”

“She’ll grow into them,” (Y/N) laughed lightly, her finger now tracing the shell of her baby’s ear. “Unlike someone I know…”

Benedict immediately pulled away, his head tilting down in faux offense. “I beg your pardon?”

(Y/N) smiled up at Benedict. “I only jest, my love.”

He relaxed back into (Y/N)’s side, his brows were drawn tight, not completely convinced.

“I’m still quite beside myself that all it took was showing her around my studio,” Benedict said, adjusting the baby slightly, she had started to drift off. “She has the spirit of an artist, I’m sure of it.”

(Y/N) smiled sweetly. “Perhaps she just loves being in her father’s arms?”

“I find that most women love being in my arms,” Benedict narrowed his gaze upon his wife, “it must be another fantastic trait she inherited from you.”

“You must be right,” (Y/N) hummed contently.

“I usually am.”

She allowed herself to chuckle airily in her husband’s jest, knowing full well that she was the winner of many an argument in their marriage. Their daughter’s breathing was even—she had fallen asleep again—(Y/N) adjusted the blanket across her body. “We should go put her back down, try and sleep another few hours.”

As deeply enticing as the offer sounded, Benedict simply couldn’t bring himself to move from his spot—to break the little piece of heaven that had cultivated in his studio in the wee hours of the morning. 

“And remove the best things to come of my life from my arms?” Benedict gingerly pressed a kiss to his wife’s temple, his lips lingering for a second too long. “Never.”

So, they stayed.

#Benedict Bridgerton #Benedict Bridgerton x Reader #Bridgerton x Reader #bridgerton #reader insert #babies #fluffy fluff #i love papa benedict #he is too good for this world

[demonslayedher]

I’ve said a few times how I want Uzui to have a daughter who cries and whines like Daki did, but I blame @dreamingfoxproductions for making the reincarnation connection. I also was super inspired by @sakurab01‘s adorable series of art in which Uzui is like a daycare teacher to a couple of tiny Shabana siblings.

(I have a headache and do not apologize for typos and sloppiness.)

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This whoa AU started when Gyutaro and Ume arrived in hell, where Lord Enma, who judges souls, is awaiting and has thousands of years of punishments in mind for Gyutaro. Ume starts throwing a fit, calling Lord Enma a big meanie, and Gyutaro begs her for once in her (after)life to behave. Lord Enma likewise tells her to behave, as she only got off on a technicality, but Ume extols how hard she and Gyutaro had it growing up and how Gyutaro deserves so much better, like instead of one bad mommy he deserves at least three great ones. And, of course, eventually Ume shall join him as his little sister, she’s made up her mind on this.

Lord Enma decides to indulge her. After all, she smiles real cute at him. However, Lord Enma also believes in justice and punishments, so he’s got the perfect destination in mind for the Shabana siblings to be reborn.

So first Gyutaro is born. He Uzui family is all excited about their first child, and they’re filled with love for him, but… well… no one wants to be the one to say it allowed, but that is an u-u-u-u-gly baby. Besides really flamboyant birthmarks (…yay?), his cry is very raspy (just ‘cause he’s loud, right? Ha haha… ha….), he’s kinda lumpy (though they, uh, trrrry to tell themselves that’s normal for newborns??), and uh, teeth. Pointy teeth. Are babies born with teeth said to be demons? No, no, that’s silly.

To be on the safe side, they bring Baby Gitaro to the Butterfly Mansion for a thorough check-up. Diagnosis: just an ugly baby. The girls wish the Uzui family a heartfelt congratulations.

Gitaro wasn’t born with any memories of his past life, and though the markings bother Tengen. He can’t quite place his finger on why. Anyway, Gitaro is on the shy side, but very receptive to the love and care he receives. When he throw temper tantrums, though, they are vicious. Tengen usually takes the brunt of them. Meanwhile, Ume is down the underworld bugging the hell out of Lord Enma about when it’s her turn to go follow her brother. He assures she’ll get her chance soon enough, and very soon, she does. Ume, now Uno, was so determined to see her brother again that she retains her memories a while.

Nobody can ever figure out why, but Uno never, ever takes a liking to the Kamabokos. Gitaro likes Tanjiro but could care less about the others unless they’re bothering Uno. One time he gave Inosuke a flying kick to the chest.

It’s not long because the third Uzui child is born, another girl. Gitaro is star-struck all over again with a new baby around, but Uno is angry. She was supposed to be the only one! She hates this new little sister! Her toddler impulse is to rip the baby’s ear off, but the Mama Trio stops that in the knick of time and gets her in trouble. However, they help bring her around by assuring her she’s not getting replaced, but that she gets a new little sister too, that baby is also hers. She and Gitaro get to protect her together. That awakens something in Uno she never knew she had, for it had always been her brother protecting her and she working to provide for him, she’s never experienced what it’s like to have someone powerless to protect. A little girl, vulnerable like she used to be, and possible to be exposed to the same hardships. Uno is determined not to let this happen and comes around to the whole being an older sister thing. However, she still is pretty demanding of Gitaro’s attention.

Gitaro less dependent on her now, she’s noticed, he’s not quite the person he used to be. He’s milder now (unless throwing a tantrum), more soft and peaceful and shy. It makes Uno feel sort of conflicted, since all she ever knew was the protective big brother who could fight anyone if it was for her, but he does seem happier now. He still likes playing with sickles and catching snakes and stuff, though. The Muscle Mice are off limits but Makio teaches him how to skin a snake with more finesse. You might have noticed I have not stated who birthed with child, which is on purpose, because I have determined it irrelevant. Both Gitaro and Uno gets lots of one-on-one time with each of their mothers.

Relationship with Papa is more complicated. Tengen tries really hard to be a good dad but cannot figure out why he’s so prone to arguments with his kids, especially Uno.

So anyway. BOTH Gitaro and Uno turned out to be “easily dyed” by their experiences, and they grow up the oldest son and oldest daughter in a big family, keeping everybody in line, but always closest with each other. Gitaros grow into a shy and gangly teenager with the weirdest dregs of his gene pool on display, but if you even look cross at one of his siblings or his mamas, he will mess you up (do whatever you want to Papa, though, Papa’s fine). Uno eventually forgets her past life and is a generally responsible person, but she is a callous flirt, much to Tengen’s consternation, but when it comes down to it she’s most sensitive to being scolded by Tengen and wants Papa to spoil her too (to take some of the burden off Gitaro, since she doesn’t want him to feel smothered or burdened by her). She nags her younger siblings but also spoils them. Gitaro continues looking up to Tanjiro and likes to babysit Tanjiro’s children. Uno still kinda hates the whole Kamaboko bunch. Nezuko will always be the most puzzled by this.

#kny fix it au #my dumb art #uzui tengen #daki #gyutaro #gyuutarou

[atopvisenyashill]

Since I can't seem to figure out how to repost your tags- I am going to say that Arthur Dayne didn't think Ned Stark would hurt baby Jon simply for the reason he was at the Tower of Joy instead of hightailing it to Starfall with baby and the wetnurse Wylla in tow. Once Jon was born, the need to stay at the tower was defunct. Lyanna dying or not, had bluntly served her purpose. The fate of Rhaenys and Aegon made it crystal clear that any one with dragon blood was in danger from the new regime. Doubly so for a child of Rhaegar and Lyanna. If Arthur was really concern about the baby rather than his own personal honor, his purpose would be to get on a fast ship to reunite with the exiled Targaryens or pulling a Jon Con and raising the baby himself in secret. But that isn't as neat a ending as dying in battle serving an oath to a dead man.

Oh yeah, I was kinda writing off the cuff there bc i’m very tired today lmao BUT

I have seen the main argument for a more sympathetic look at Arthur, Oswell, and Gerold is that they feared for Jon’s life, and likely had some sort of affection for Jon and Lyanna. That is something I can absolutely believe - like you said, the brutal murder of Rhaenys and Aegon is more than enough evidence that Jon is not safe in Westeros. I can certainly understand why, even with the best of intentions, the Kingsguard would be wary of Ned. Even if Ned holds no anger at Lyanna, he could hold plenty towards baby Jon or transfer his anger at Rhaegar to baby Jon. It’s a real risk in attempting to confront the man seen as the number two face of this rebellion with the son of his number one enemy.

But I think from the surrounding events, what most likely was happening was that Rhaegar did not take the rebllion nor his father’s madness as seriously as he should have until after the Sack (I know Jaime and Barristan mention Rhaegar planning beforehand to get rid of his father, but like, clearly it wasn’t that much of a priority considering he abandons whatever plans he made at Harrenhal to chase after, kidnap, and impregnate Lyanna while the realm burned around him SO!). IF he married Lyanna, it was likely after he found out Elia and their children had been murdered, and he was probably panicked over the situation in KL, his alliance with Dorne, and what this means for his prophecy (a far cry from the happy little scene we get in the show), and did it to legitimize what he thinks is baby Visenya as a sort of last resort, but did not ever believe he was going to lose the Battle of the Trident. We have no idea what information was getting to Rhaegar prior to Oswell coming to fetch him, and no idea what Oswell told Rhaegar, or if Rhaegar was even in a proper state of mind to comprehend it. When Rhaegar goes to fight Robert, for all we know, he has no earthly idea that he and his father have lost basically all of Westeros except Dorne and ONLY because of Elia. Personally, I think it’s likely that it’s not until he shows up to command the Dornish forces that he realizes just how fucked he is. The Kingsguard probably felt the same, and when they got word Rhaegar died, just fully gave up, condemning themselves, Lyanna, and maybe even the baby to death alongside their fallen Great King Who Should Have Been, Rhaegar.

Because otherwise, like, what are they even still doing at the tower. They wave off Rhaella and Viserys but if what they wanted was to actually protect the last of Rhaegar’s blood, they should have been trying to link up with Rhaella!! Feels pretty relevant that Rhaella know Rhaegar has another potential heir but they just sit around at the Tower instead for WEEKS after the Trident. It only seems nonsensical on the surface; Willem Darry had not yet given up, had two terrified, very small children suddenly in his care, and did his absolute best to try to take care of them. He has more honor in his pinky toe than either of the those three who saw a 16 year old and a newborn in dire need of help and went “rhaegar was wrong and there’s no use in trying anymore” and rolled over and died. Same for JonCon raising a child that is not his; what those two do is put the life of a child before any other intangible oaths or ideals, acting quickly and decisively under really stressful circumstances. Contrast to the Tower of Joy, where Lyanna doesn’t even have a Maester present to help deliver the baby.

So yeah, I do think it’s likely they worried Ned was a danger, and had some sort of fondness for Lyanna and baby Jon. Doesn’t mean they made the right decisions, or that their affection and fear ultimately mattered in the grand scheme of things. It’s tragic sure, but far more tragic is that they never turned to the dying teenager in their care and ask what her opinion was on how her final days should go.

#asks #riana one #true knoghts #oaths and oath keeping #robert's rebellion