#how deep did Alicent's guilt run?

[dirtytransmasc]

[TW implied/referenced rape/forced consent]

did Alicent call for her mother? did she ask her, a woman she thought was so wise and all knowing, why? why it happened to her? why her father betrayed her so? why this man who was so much older than her, looked at her with such empty lustful eyes? did she silently pray for her mother when Viserys raped her, night after night, begging for her to save her? did she imagine her mother walking next to her as she made her way to Viserys's chambers, knowing what was to happen, unable to change her fate? did she scream for her during labor, begging for her to be by her side, to hold her hand, to make the pain stop? did she cry for her mother when she was raising a child, while still a child herself, another on the way, clueless as to what to do? did she ask her for advice? did she beg for forgiveness cause she was failing her children? did she kneel at the Sept till it hurt more than she could bear, trying to feel her mother's arms around her? did she take Aegon? Helaena? Aemond? Daeron? did she take them with her to pray, to get to know her mother? did she have to hold them still and remind them to be quiet in such a place? did she hold them close as she told them stories of her?

did she ever think of Aemma? she must have, she must have when Viserys forced her into the late queen's robes, she must have when he frequently called her by the wrong name, when he sought her hand in marriage before his mourning period had even ended. did she beg for Aemma's forgiveness? was she sorry for what Viserys was doing to her? did she blame herself? did she feel guilty for having a healthy son on the first try, for having 4 healthy babes? did she tell her kids of her? did she share her memories of Aemma with them? did she question how she managed to be with Viserys for so long? how she lost so much cause of that man yet pain and anger never once flashed in her eyes? did she think of the last conversation she heard from her, about the child bed and royal wombs, often?

#im having a moment #its fine #im fine #not reflecting on my mommy issues as we speak #definitely not projecting them onto alicent #no no no why would you ask? #the (conceptual. since hotd never explored it) bond between Alicent. her mom. and Aemma is something that can be so personal #like did she think of them? did she bury her memories? did she seek forgiveness or mercy? #I need to know #how deep did Alicent's guilt run? #how desperate was she to have her mother back #please hotd writers please I'm desperate #alicent hightower #aemma targaryen #I can't even find a concept name for Alicent's mom (she deserves a name) #pro alicent hightower #pro team green #anti viserys i targaryen #anti otto hightower #hotd #house of the dragon #going mad. chewing my own leg like a dog. shaking uncontrollably. seeking gods mercy. help

[the-daily-dreamer]

Hi, why do you hate Rhaenyra and why did you choose teem green? I'm not mean I'm just curious and want to read some different opinion :^

Hi!

I really appreciate you coming to ask my opinion kindly.

The short answer to your question is that I dislike Rhaenyra because I’ve found that she is quite entitled and that entitlement leads to her behaving irresponsibly and selfishly, to the detriment of others. And, I’m team green because generally despise/dislike almost everyone on team black (Daemon, Rhaenyra, Viserys, the Strong boys, etc.), and I empathize a lot with Alicent and her children and the abuse and neglect they’ve faced at the hands of Viserys and to a lesser extent Rhaenyra and her kids.

That’s the short answer; however, if you want the long, detailed answer then keep reading.

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Disliking Rhaenyra

Throughout the season, Rhaenyra makes so many decisions for her own selfishness that have disastrous consequences for others. While her motivations are never explicitly stated, it becomes quite clear that Rhaenyra sees herself as exceptional and that any choices she make will not/should not affect her because she is the heir and because her father will bail her out.

She sneaks out with Daemon because she wants to and is ready to sleep with him in a compromising setting where she could be caught, and when consequences come, she tells half truths, deflects, and gets Alicent’s father fired leaving Alicent completely alone in court.

She coerces Criston, a person in a lower position to her who’s livelihood depends on her, to have sex and doesn’t take his “no” (twice!) for an answer. This leads to Criston being ready to commit suicide from his guilt.

She has three obvious bastards which put those children’s lives in danger and puts her own claim at risk. The question of their parentage could lead to a succession crisis when she ascends or after her death when Jace ascends. And that bastard issue also leads to a succession crisis for Driftmark and the murder of Vaemond Velaryon.

She never holds her children accountable for their mutilation of Aemond, and even takes it’s further by trying to have him tortured for information on who said the boys are bastards. Something she knows is a fact. She is literally ready to torture a young boy to cover up a lie she tells, but finds it unbelievable that her son, who gouged out another child’s eye, should be punished.

She doesn’t take any initiative to establish herself in court and gain the favor of Lords and Ladies who may have issue with her ascension (just look at how Rhaenyra is with the Lannisters vs Alicent in court settings). And this leads to a deep dislike of her from certain houses.

Despite Laenor reaffirming his devotion to her and “their” sons. She convinces him to fake his death and run away so that she can marry Daemon who was literally JUST widowed.

She runs off to dragonstone to be with Daemon. This is at a crucial time where she could be taking over more responsibilities as a ruler from her father, gaining the trust of the smallfolk and small council in her abilities to rule as well as learning on the job before taking over. However, she doesn’t want to do the work and leaves the ruling up to Alicent and Otto, a crucial and foolish mistake. Who leaves the ruling to people you perceive as a threat to your claim? And then complains that they are ruling when you haven’t?

And most of all, her perceived exceptionalism leads her to think that she is the exception to the male primogeniture rules. She is not against the sexist system, she’s only against the sexist system affecting her and her alone. She has no intentions of changing the laws to absolute primogeniture, and even passes over Baela as a candidate for driftmark, instead insisting she could rule as queen if she marries Jace.

Overall, Rhaenyra’s actions are all selfishly motivated and come from a place of her own perceived exceptionalism. And when consequences arise she runs to her father to bail her out (including when he’s literally on his death bed rotting away and she hasn’t seen him in years), or she lies and hurts others. Her actions and motivations are just not ones I can support.

I acknowledge she’s at a disadvantage. But she doesn’t put in the effort to counteract it, instead doing whatever she wants and expecting things to work out. I just don’t find that compelling.

~

Team Green

My reasons for liking and supporting team green are much more concise. I just don’t like the people on team black. And I do like the (most) of the people on team green.

I sympathize with Alicent most of all. She’s a child bride who was maritally raped and neglected by her pedophilic husband. I sympathize with the green kids because they’ve been neglected by their father and even mutilated and nobody cared.

And also, I sympathize with them politically to an extent. I recognize Viserys said Rhaenyra is heir. But the laws haven’t changed so they do have a basis for their claim. And while Rhaenyra is heir, Alicent is the one who has been ruling for years in Viserys’s stead. The Targ-Hightowers are the ones who have been in charge for most of the season. They have gained the support of the people and Alicent dedicates most of her decisions to their well-being.

I just struggle to not support team green when they’ve been the most victimized group and they are the ones who have put in the work when Rhaenyra and co haven’t.

~

So yeah. Those are my quickly explained reasons. I hope they are sufficient enough to explain my side, but I’ll be happy to answer any other questions you may have.

#house of the dragon #game of thrones #team green #anti targ stans #anti team black #anti rhaenyra #anti rhaenyra targaryen #anti daemon targaryen #alicent hightower #aemond targaryen #pro team green #pro alicent hightower #anti viserys i targaryen #anti viserys

[starogeorgina]

𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐬

Paring: Harwin Strong × reader

Warnings: Swearing, hints of violence

3.04

Not letting you out of answering, Harwin repeats the question, tucking your hair behind your ear, and softly asks, “Vaella, my princess, what has you so upset?”

A soft chuckle passes your lips. “You sound more like my sworn protector than my husband when you call me that.”

It was foolish of you to think you could have possibly snuck out without waking your husband when you returned to the bedchambers. Harwin was waiting on you, and seeing your trembling lips and swollen eyes, he insisted you sit while he sent for herbal tea to help calm you down. The room was cold, but the sweat was dripping down your forehead because of how stressed out you had become.

“I swore my life to you; being married doesn’t change that.” Harwin grows more concerned; he crouches down so he is on level with you, “And you are a princess, my princess. So please, tell me what happened.”

You felt so ashamed and disgusted with yourself for letting Criston think he could get close to you. Teary-eyed, you look up at him and say, “Cole kissed me.”

His breathing came hard and fast, and you could tell Harwin was trying to control his anger.

“After I held a blade to his throat.”

Profanities you’d never heard your husband utter before spill from his mouth as he struggles to control his rage. Eventually Harwin squeezes his eyes shut and tilts his head back slightly, letting out a deep sigh. “Why did you threaten him with a blade? Did he harm you?”

“I did it to protect Rhaenyra and her sons.”

“Protect her from what?”

For the first time in years, you struggled to find your voice. Every fiber inside you was screaming to tell him the truth, but it wasn’t your secret to tell. You feel sick as you decide what to tell him. May the gods forgive me for breaking a promise shared between kin. Quietly, you say, “He knows who Jacaerys' real father is."

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

You nod.

“The rats in the red keep have more honor than that insufferable Cole.”

You lean back in the chair. “Are you crossing with me?”

“I’m not cross,” he says, clicking his tongue. “But Cole is dangerous; he could have attacked you.”

“I know, I let my anger get the better of me and cloud my judgment. If I’d known he would have reacted that way, I would never have. I should never have confronted him without you.”

Harwin reaches over and runs his knuckle gently over your bump. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Usually Harwin’s jump between his anger at others and his softness for you would melt your heart, but right now it only aided your guilt. You've been keeping another secret from your husband, and the weight of it has been bearing down since he arrived in the red keep. You feel overwhelmed with emotions and wish you had confided in him sooner because the burden was starting to weigh heavily on your heart. You know that you can't keep hiding the truth for much longer, but the fear of his reaction makes you hesitant.

“Vaella, whatever it is—”

“The greens have been saying troubling things about your brother,” you blurt out. “I overheard the queen saying Larys orchestrated the death of Ser Richard.”

You study Harwin’s tense posture as he stands, feeling guilt seeing the tension he’s holding tightly in his face and the rage in his eyes. You reach for his hand. “My love?”

His eyes soften when he looks at you, but his anger doesn’t shift. “It’s late; you and the baby need to rest.”

“Harwin?”

He leans down, kissing you on the forehead. “I don’t want you to worry about any of this anymore; I’ll take care of it.”

Seconds later, you watch the door shut behind him, and hot tears squeeze from the corners of my eyes.

—

The tension in the air was thick as you sat around a table placed in gardens. You had insisted on it being outside since the fresh air would do you father good, despite Alicent protests.

Ser Lyonel was struggling to remain tight-lipped as his gaze was fixated on his son, while Harwim remained quieter than normal, no doubt to avoid a public argument with his father. Your children were not the wiser and were happily playing with your nephews nearby.

As you butter scones for your father, you say, “I received a gift from Pentos this morning, a gorgeous red gown.”

Smiling fondly, your father says, “Daemon has always known you’re a proud Targaryen.”

He was right; even as a child, you represented your house by proudly wearing red most of the time. It was only after your mother's death that you began wearing more blue as a way of honoring memory and your house, Arryn.

“And here I thought it was because the red resembles Caraxes.”

“Daemon was the one who picked up your dragon egg and placed it in your cradle the day you were born.”

“I always assumed you or my mother did.”

“Your mother hated the mere smell of dragons,” he laughs. “And after Rhaenyra’s egg never hatched in the cradle, I assumed yours wouldn’t either.”

It was when your father revealed information like this that you somewhat understood Daemon's frustration, as he, as a king ruling in the name of House Targaryen, should be doing the most to uphold your family's traditions. “Well, I shall most certainly wear the gown next time I see my uncle.”

The tension had eased slightly and normal conversation resumed, but not until Alicent approached the table with one of the Cargyll knights beside her.

Your father smiles at her warmly, and while Harwin and his father stand to greet the queen appropriately, you remain seated.

She presses her lips into a thin line. “I’ve just come to inform his grace that Ser Erryk will be standing in for my sworn protector for some time.”

Raspy breaths rumble from his chest as he looks up at her, confused. “Where is Ser Criston?”

“Ser Criston had an accident during the night and is currently suffering from several broken bones. He will be on bed rest for some time.”

You place a hand atop Harwin’s hand, discreetly covering his bruised knuckles, even though you assumed everyone aside from your father had heard of the brutal fight between the knights during the hour of the owl. He was called Breakbones for a reason after all.

As your father asks more questions about the 'accident', you notice the look of fear in Ser Lyonel’s eyes.

—

As you finish writing a thank-you message for Daemon and Leana, you feel the familiar cramps in your belly that you would always start experiencing at this stage of pregnancy. Knowing there wasn’t much else you could do for the aching, you decide to take a bath in lukewarm water to ease your discomfort.

Your lady-in-waiting helps you undress and fills the tub with water. You step into the soothing warmth and feel some of the tension slowly leaving your body.

As you soak in the tub, the warm water lulls you into a peaceful sleep. You don't realize how long you've been dozing off until you wake up, shivering to the bone. You find yourself submerged in cold water, and you quickly stand up, now wide awake.

You hear a knock on the door, and your husband enters the room. Harwin notices that you’ve gotten out of the tub on your own and tuts, “You must be the only princess who doesn’t take advantage of the help she can get.”

“Harwin…” You cut yourself off, feeling a sharp pain in your lower back. You let out a deep sigh. “Fuck, that hurts.”

He steps closer behind you and places his large hand on your lower back. “Here?”

You nod.

Harwin begins to rub your back, saying, “You don’t usually get back pain until you’re further along.”

You huff, “I’ll speak to the maester when we return to Dragonstone; perhaps I’m more pregnant than we think.”

You’ve hardly had any time alone with your husband to discuss anything that was revealed the night before, but just as you open your mouth to bring up Larys Harwin, she says something that sends shivers across your body.

“My father has asked me to leave for Harrenhal with him tonight.”

#house of the dragon #ser harwin strong fanfiction #ser harwin strong x you #ser harwin strong fanfic #harwin strong/you #house of the dragon fanfiction #house of the dragon fanfic #ser harwin strong #broken bonds #harwin strong x you #harwin strong fanfic #harwin strong #harwin strong x oc #ser harwin strong x oc #harwin strong/oc

[yovrstruly00]

tainted faces

What if Lucerys Velaryon was born a girl? AND that Aemond Targaryen is head over heels for her instead!

tainted faces | part two

tainted faces | part three

tainted faces | part four

trigger warning: cursing, knives, injuries, Aegon smashing Lyssaera's head on the table, incest (uncle x niece),,

genre: angst?? idk, possible enemies to lovers,,

Lyssaera Velaryon, Aemond fumes at the sight of her. The one who slashed his face with a blade and took his eye. The one who made him look like this, the one who made him hideous to look at. How can someone so beautiful be the source of all his pain?

Aemond scans her carefully during supper, as she grins and smirks when a roasted pig is placed before him. He slams his fist on the table and takes his goblet, drawing the attention of everyone in the dining hall. He raises his goblet, starting a toast.

"A final tribute," he starts. "To the health of my nephews and niece, Jace, Lyssaera, and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, beautiful, wise..." he pauses as he purses his lip.

"strong," he continued, mockery behind his voice.

"Aemond" the queen calls out to him.

"Come! Let us drain our cups to these three strong-" he said, but was cut off by Jacaerys.

"I dare you say that again." Jacaerys taunted.

"Why? It was only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?" The whole table gasped when Jacaerys took his fist to Aemond's face. Lyssaera stood up, but Aegon crashed her head on the table, making Alicent shout at him.

"Enough!" Alicent shouts. Aemond chuckled as the guards restrained Jacaerys. "Why would you say such a thing in front of these people?" Alicent rushed to Aemond. "I was nearly expressing how proud I am of my family mother, but it seems my nephew and niece aren't quite as proud of theirs." Aemond said.

"You fucking cunt! Let go of me!" Lyssaera shouts at Aegon, who is still holding her down. Aegon scoffs and releases Lyssaera. Once Aegon released his hold on her, she slapped Aemond on the face.

"Lyssaera!" Daemon shouted, making his way to his stepdaughter. Lyssaera made a mistake looking back at him. Aemond took his blade from the knife holster attached to the belt on his waist as held her neck, choking her.

"Aemond let her go!" Alicent and Rhaenyra shouted. Aemond did not hesitate swiftly slicing Lyssaera's cheek, making her scream in pain. Aemond was pulled away by his grandfather, just as Lyssaera was caught by Daemon. Lyssaera's screams filled the whole dining hall. Blood was running down her neck, arms, and to her dress. Rhaenyra and Jacaerys rushed towards Lyssaera as she was crying in pain. The salt in her tears touched her sliced skin. Daemon stood in front of his family and Aemond.

"Painful isn't it? This seems all too familiar, don't you agree? Look at yourself, we are now both terrifying to look at. Scarred for a lifetime. No men or lords will wed you in that condition. No man will wed a woman like you, a woman with a hideous scar on her face." Aemond hissed, anger evident in his voice. He didn't care about the angry eyes on him. At the moment, all he cared about was her. The way she was looking at him. The hatred and pain in her eyes. Aemond looked at the sliced skin, the slice running from the upper point of her cheek to her upper lip, it was deep, deep enough to leave an ugly scar. A scar that will remind her of him.

That late in the night, Lyssaera's wails filled the Red Keep as well as Aemond's ears. He cringes as he recalls the night when Lyssaera took his eye. That night, while the maesters were stitching up his eye and skin, he cried out in agony. Guilt consumes him as he considers how he ruined her dangerously beautiful yet angelic face. A beauty for which any man would die for. A beauty for which any man would fight for. But Aemond is not simply a man, because men do not ride dragons. And with this, he would not let any low life man pursue his Lyssaera. He smirks at the thought that no man would wed her because of the scar he carved out on her face. A scar that will remind every living person that Lyssaera Velaryon was his and only his.

#ewan mitchell #house of the dragon aemond #aemond kinslayer #prince aemond #aemond targaryen #aemond x lucerys #game of thrones #house of the dragon #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen angst #hotd #aemond imagines #aemond targaryen imagines #ameond targaryen fic #aemond fic #song of ice and fire #tainted faces #yovrstruly23 #osferth #tom bennett

[blackcharactertournament]

Submitted explanations:

Marina

firstly and obviously, she's black. secondly, shes awesome and shes super cute and adorable and shes a great singer and shes super smart!!! she was one of the most brilliant weapons engineers during her time in the octarian army and she also produces all of her songs. she also hacks into kamabo co. and helps agent 8 escape the deep sea metro and she also made the bombs you use to destroy the nils statue. so basically shes pretty fucking cool. shes a dj and shes also in lesbians with her girlfriend pearl and theyre on honeymoon rn touring all over the world. in conclusion i like her so much. her va Alice Peralta is japanese-guamanian and she is so fucking awesome dude i just wanted to include that part because i love alice. ok thats it 🫶 -@mango-fizz

Youngblood

Well he's canonically black for a start, and he's a black elf/fey which like. How many of those do you see in fantasy amiright? Hes also like the most character ever, which is not necessarily related to being black but yknow. Imagine a guy with *so much* guilt over past actions, a guy who has almost no close relationships with anyone and was forced to cut off the ones he did have due to Circumstances, he's been alone for so long but he doesn't actually want to be no matter what he says, he has more magical power than he knows what to do with. He's like the serious/ruthless character except that's not actually who he is he's just on the run and has suffered so much, he's really a goof with a heart of gold. He met a himbo who could misplace his own feet and immediately bonded with him. He has a sick ass sword which can turn into this whip-like thing. I'm obsessed with him do you understand me. - @pulchrasilva

#round one #black character tournament #poll tournament #black characters #polls #marina splatoon #splatoon #youngblood ra #roleslaying with roman

[lilacmingi]

ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU ♤ PART 7: JIN

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: White Queen!Jin x fem reader

Word count: 2,655

"Y/n! Look at this!" Jungkook laughed.

Lifting your gaze, you saw him making a silly face while balancing a teacup on his bunny ears.

Joyous laughter bubbled up and slipped out of you while you clapped your hands, applauding him for his entertaining trick.

"You're so cute, Kookie!" You gushed. "Will you let me pet your ears?"

"Of course." He laughed and walked over, bending down to let you stroke his soft and fuzzy bunny ears.

Another happy giggle spilled out of you.

What's going on? You wondered. Is this a dream? Why am I so little?

You were seeing things from your point of view, but you couldn't control what you were saying or doing. Was this a memory, perhaps?

"Would you like more tea, Miss Y/n?" Taehyung offered.

"Yes! Your tea is the best, Tae."

"The best in Wonderland." He winked as he poured you a cup of tea.

Scampering along the table was the dormouse, who pushed the container of sugar cubes over to you. You giggled, thanking the small animal before taking a couple and dropping them into your tea before taking a sip of it.

Looking over, you saw Namjoon blowing smoke in different shapes that grabbed your attention, your eyes following them as they dissipated into the air.

"Joonie, you're so talented!" You gushed. "How do you do that?"

He grinned, showing his dimples. "Lots of practice."

All of a sudden you were lifted up onto someone's back. It was Jimin. He started to run around the tea party, lightly jostling you as he did so.

"Jiminie, run faster!" You giggled.

Before he could fulfill your request, you were abruptly lifted off his back and into the air.

"Hey!" Jimin frowned.

"It's my turn." A deep voice spoke.

You recognized it as Yoongi.

He held you bridal style and floated around.

"Cat boy!" You squished his cheeks.

"I told you to call me Yoongi."

"I like to call you cat boy."

He rolled his eyes but laughed anyway.

Gathered at the table below were the boys, all of which you recognized except one. A handsome man with dark brown hair sat at the table, laughing happily with a small pastry in his hand. Little you waved at him to which he returned the gesture, blowing you a hand kiss.

Childhood you seemed to know who he was, but current you had no idea.

All of a sudden, you were no longer in Yoongi's arms and were stood in the rose garden at Hoseok's castle. There was a bucket of paint in one hand and a paintbrush in the other. Hoseok was standing over you smiling brilliantly as you painted the white roses red, coating them in the crimson hue.

"Good job, Y/n. You're so smart for suggesting this." He grinned brightly.

Your eyes slowly opened only to be met with a gray, cloud-covered sky. Glancing around, you realized you were in some sort of outdoor execution area. You could see Namjoon, Jimin, Taehyung, Yoongi, and Jungkook in front of you. All five boys were stuck in guillotines, their hands and necks bound in place.

Sitting up high in a theater balcony and looking down on them was none other than Hoseok. His eyes met yours and it felt like he was piercing daggers through you.

You tried to go after the boys to free them, but you were being held firmly in place by the card knights.

"Please let them go, Hoseok!" You pleaded desperately.

"It's too late for that my dear Y/n." He said.

All five of the imprisoned men looked at you and your heart sank with an overwhelming sense of guilt. Somehow you felt this was all your fault.

"Off with their heads!" Hoseok shouted and all the blades on the guillotines fell down.

"No!" You shrieked and shot upright at such a brisk speed that it almost made you dizzy.

Your chest heaved with each heavy breath you took and a thin layer of sweat covered your forehead as your frantic gaze moved hastily about to room only to realize you were in an unfamiliar place. Everything was white except the tiles on the floor, which were black and white checkered. You were lying on a couch of the same chalky shade as everything else, still in your dress from Hoseok, which was tattered and stained with dirt.

The sound of heels clicking against the floor reached your ears. When you looked up, you saw a woman in a short, white dress. Her hair was the same snowy hue as her attire and she wore dark makeup that stood out from her pale appearance. In her hands was a tiny tray with medical supplies lined along it. When she finally saw you were sitting upright, she let out a gasp, immediately exiting the room in a hasty manner. A few seconds later, a handsome man in a white turtleneck and thin wire frame glasses walked in carrying the tray of medical supplies. Your gaze was glued to him, mesmerized by his beauty. It was then that something connected in your head, like two wires coming together to form a spark.

"Jin!" You uttered the name like second nature, shifting to stand up.

"Whoa. You don't need to move." He advised, pulling a chair over to sit in.

The supplies were set on a nearby table and Jin carefully pulled your dress up to your knees, revealing multiple cuts and scratches on your legs.

"So you remember after all." He stated.

"I guess I do." You spoke quietly.

The way his name left your mouth like you'd said it a hundred times was strange. When you saw him in that dream—that flashback, you didn't know him, yet when you awoke and laid eyes on him, you knew exactly who he was.

"Your friends are here."

"Really?"

You couldn't help but feel a sense of both relief and happiness. Everyone was okay.

"They came to me after Hoseok's knights took you away. They were very worried." He grabbed a washcloth and dipped it into a bowl of water before wringing it out. "This might hurt." He warned before carefully cleaning your injuries.

You winced as the cloth passed over the tender and damaged skin, pulling your lip between your teeth in an attempt to get through the stinging sensation.

"You took a nasty fall out there." Jin commented.

"How did you find me? I was alone."

"You weren't far from my castle. One of my loyal subjects was out walking and found you passed out in the grass. You're very lucky."

He set the stained cloth aside and took some ointment on a small cosmetic spatula, gently spreading it over the cuts. He then retrieved some bandages and wrapped them around the injuries on your legs, touching you with the utmost caution, acting as if you were delicate porcelain that would break if he was too harsh.

"Thank you."

"It's no problem, my dear." Jin smiled.

Your heart fluttered. Wow. He's dreamy.

"I'll go get you some fresh clothes." He excused himself, walking out of the room.

He returned moments later with a stack of white garments. You thanked him once again and started to stand up only to fall down onto the floor, the cuts on your legs hurting more than you thought.

"Here. Let me help you, princess." Jin offered, bending down to help you up off the marble floor.

You slung your arm over his wide shoulders as he pulled you to your feet, slowly walking out into the hall and bringing you to a small room.

"You can change in there. I'll be right out here." He informed you, taking a seat on a small bench in the corridor.

You stepped into the room where you changed out of the dirt-stained dress and into the fresh clothes Jin had so kindly provided you with. While in the room, you removed the red extensions that had been clipped into your hair, glancing in the mirror to check your appearance.

The outfit Jin gave you was casual, but not anything frumpy-looking. It consisted of a fuzzy cardigan, a white tank top, and loose pants. For shoes it was a pair of simple slip ons. The drawstring pants he provided you with were extremely loose in the legs and made of soft fabric that you couldn't seem to keep your hands off of.

Jin stood up and looked at you as soon as you emerged from the room, a bright smile spreading across his face.

"You look lovely."

"I know I keep saying this, but thank you... for everything. You brought me fresh clothes and took care of my wounds." To further convey your gratitude, you wrapped your arms around Jin, giving him a light squeeze.

He hugged you back, humming softly in contentment. "You're welcome, Y/n."

When you pulled away, he gazed down at you with a fondness in his eyes that made your stomach flip. Leaning down, Jin placed a chaste kiss to your forehead.

"C'mon. Your friends will want to see you."

Jin's hand took hold of yours, careful to walk at a more leisurely pace since your legs were injured and more than likely in pain. He escorted you down a wide set of stairs that led to the common room located at the entrance of his castle.

As you descended the staircase, you spotted all five of the boys sitting around, all of them looking worried as they waited. When they heard footsteps approaching, they all looked up to see who it was.

A cheery chorus of your name was exclaimed as all of them started making their way towards you.

"Hey! Be careful. She's injured." Jin scolded before they could get any closer.

The five of them stopped and let you get to the bottom of the steps before engulfing you in a group hug.

"Thank goodness you're okay." Taehyung sighed.

"I was worried." Jungkook spoke. "I didn't know if you'd made it to Taehyung after you left us."

"Me too." Jimin agreed, his eyes looking glossy.

"Thank you all for worrying about me. Really. It means the world."

"Jin said it seemed like you tripped over a tree root and passed out." Namjoon shook his head. "Clumsy girl."

Though his words were a bit brash, you could see concern and relief behind his brown eyes.

"Well, when you're scared and running from an army of knights, you're bound to trip over something." You shot back playfully. "Ah. I have news! While I was unconscious, I had the strangest dream. That dream turned out to be memories of this place from when I was little."

"You remember?" Taehyung's face lit up.

Unable to hold back the grin on your face, you nodded, smiling brightly.

"Oh. Yoongi, sorry I called you cat boy all those years ago."

He chuckled and shook his head. "It's okay, darling. You were little."

"Jungkook and I heard Hoseok captured you. What happened?" Jimin asked.

"Did he hurt you?" Taehyung inquired.

"Did he throw you in a cell?" Jungkook questioned.

"No. None of that. He was actually very nice."

"What?" Everyone's eyes went wide, their mouths agape in disbelief.

"Don't be like that." Jin chastised. "Let her talk. I'm sure she has an explanation."

"He's got some anger issues." You began.

"Tell me about it." Yoongi grumbled under his breath.

In turn, Jin shot him a warning glance which shut him up.

"He told me how you all used to be friends and that you made him feel left out. He said you all preferred to hang out with Jin rather than him and it made him sad."

"That's not true!" Jungkook protested.

"Yes it is and you know it." Namjoon crossed his arms. "It's our fault he is the way he is."

"That's true." Taehyung agreed. "There's not a day that goes by that I don't feel bad for the way we treated him."

"Hobi was actually really fun to be around. I guess we all just forgot about him when Jin joined the friend group." Jimin voiced. "We never meant to cast him aside."

"You all know that was a pretty crummy thing to do." You frowned softly.

They all nodded, agreeing silently.

"Hoseok still seems really upset by it. Though I'm no different than you all."

"What do you mean by that?" Yoongi inquired.

"I ran away from him. He figured out at least one of you had... kissed me." You uttered the last part quietly. "He wasn't happy about it. In fact, he was enraged. It terrified me, so I took off. As I was fleeing, he called for his knights to capture you five so he could cut off your heads."

The group shared a brief look of concern.

"Cut off our heads?" Jimin echoed.

"He wouldn't do that." Said Namjoon.

"How do you know?" Yoongi challenged.

"Hoseok was never like that."

"We haven't spoken to him in years. He could have changed."

"Yoongi has a point." Jungkook spoke up.

As the five of them bickered back and forth, Jin stepped forward, gently tapping your shoulder.

"Y/n, will you come with me for a moment? I'd like to talk to you in private." Jin requested, pulling you away from the group. "Let's walk."

You fell into step with him, walking into a separate room that put some distance between you and the commotion.

"You probably think I'm the bad guy after hearing Hoseok's story." Jin sighed.

"Not really. Truthfully, I think it's just a big misunderstanding that never got fixed. I think you all went about it the wrong way."

"I believe you're right. I still feel awful about it. Hoseok was my best friend. I should have apologized and fixed things already."

"Why haven't you?"

"To be honest, I'm scared."

"What's there to be scared of?" You inquired.

"Facing Hoseok after all these years, I suppose. That's what I'm scared of. He could refuse to accept my apology, and he has every right to do so."

"I'm going to be totally honest. Is that okay?"

"Of course it is." He spoke sincerely, reaching out and grasping your hand.

"I think Hoseok is still open to an apology. He's still hurt. If you apologize, it would be the first step to rebuilding your friendship. You should make amends."

"You think he'll accept it?"

"I know he will. I could see the hurt in his eyes and an apology would begin to fix that."

"Thank you, Y/n. You truly have grown up to be a brilliant and beautiful young lady." Jin leaned down, kissing your cheek softly. "Let's go back to your friends."

On the way back down to the common room, concern for the boys' safety crossed your mind. Jin agreed to apologize, but Hoseok didn't know that. For all you knew, he was still in a blind rage.

"Jin, are the boys safe here? Hoseok won't come and try to behead them will he?" You questioned fretfully.

"Of course they're safe here. And no, Hoseok isn't that violent." Jin said. "He's all bark no bite—and I mean that in the best way. I know he seems scary, but he wouldn't hurt a fly."

When the two of you rejoined the group, you filled them in on what you and Jin had discussed. If anything were to change, the boys would have to do something.

"Are you all open to apologizing and making amends with Hoseok?" Jin asked.

There was a resounding and collective yes from the group, all five of them in agreement.

"Good." He gave a nod of finality. "We'll all go together."

Before anyone could move an inch, the front doors to the castle burst open and in stormed Hoseok, looking angrier than when you had left him.

"Give her back to me, Jin!" He demanded.

➯ Finale

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[missglaskin]

Yandere Otto Hightower General (Romantic) HCS

Tags: Implied forced marriage, manipulation, and gaslighting, this is Otto we are talking of 

As righteous Otto tries to be. There’s no denying of his ambitiousness and greediness. No limit, no end to whatever he must do to keep you on his side. He’s aware of his own tendencies. Any other would deny or resist their existence, but a man like Otto comes to accept his tendencies. Justifying his every act and thought. 

He loved his first wife. So deeply he couldn’t bring himself to take another after her death. When your presence is finally noticed by him, while it started out as slow. There will be no stopping Otto from his wishes, and he finds himself pining and loving you more than he ever did for his wife. Otto is the first to see you enter the room and the last to watch you leave it. 

He isolates you. Whether it be from your friends or your family. He is capable of pulling the strings of the lords and ladies at court. After all, he’s the hand of the king. Soon you found yourself alone and out of place. To which Otto pushes you to join his company. Speaking with you on personal and impersonal matters. Even using Alicent to become your friend to lure you further in. 

When it comes to justifying his action, Otto sees himself as doing what is best for you. Through his eyes, he sees you as naïve, in need of guidance. He lets it be known that his court, his family have a place for you. Willing to solve all your problems. Wanting you to put every ounce of trust in no one but him. So by the time you discover his tendencies, you are too deep in debt to pull away. 

As said, Otto is willing to offer his aid. Such as giving your family certain positions or exchanging trades. If they were to refuse his hand, just as he gave them their status of power, he can just as easily take it away. There’s also him providing you with jewelry and dresses. They share the same color; emerald green. It would be rude to refuse his offers, doing nothing but fueling the gossip surrounding the court. 

Otto is capable of such cruelty. He does his best to hide his ‘ugly’ sides, which he does well. A great manipulator that he is. Easily making excuses for why the lord who was planning to offer his hand suddenly had to leave for his hometown. Or how the knight that gifted you roses was never to be seen again. Sometimes he has your admirers be the ones to reject you themselves. 

To every rejection or struggle. He patiently waits for you to run to him. To allow him to comfort you. And that he does. Holding you in his arms as his soothing words reach your ears. His fingers move to dry your tears, and you can’t help but feel uneasy with the way his touch lingers and the expression of desire in his eyes. 

In one way or another, you are wed to Otto. He allows the privilege of your family and friends attending, unaware that this will be the last time you freely interact with them. Otto assures that the dresses, the food, the decorations-everything is extravagant. So even if you express any doubts, they will be washed away with the guilt of seeing how far he’s to please you and the pressure of everyone telling you what a great husband you are to have for spoiling you with such lavishment. 

After the marriage, slowly and slowly you start to notice the tendencies. The perfect image your now husband tried to lift up, eventually starting to crack. One by one your degree of independence lessens and lessens. Otto makes most of the decisions for you, and when you try to resist, there’s the conviction in his voice that this is for your own good. 

There’s also no independence in the way you dress. As in your husband’s eyes, you are now a hightower. Your loyalty is to only be aligned with his family. It is your duty as his wife. Otto would even go far as to correct anyone who addresses you by your house’s name, demanding they address you with his family’s name. 

You can try to fight, to run, to shout. Hardly does he lose his composure. Scolding you as if you are a child on a time-out. The more time you spend with Otto, the more your head is filled with his smooth voice. Reminding you often of how your place is with him, that he’s your ‘home’. Your friends, your families, your supposed ‘allies’ all abandoned, but he remains. He stayed. 

You have no one else but him.

#yandere house of the dragon #yandere hotd #otto hightower x reader #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #house of the dragon x reader #hotd x reader #reader insert #x reader #yandere asoiaf #asoiaf x reader #headcanons

[goodfornothingstar]

A humble request to jegulus writers:-

#1 Most time jegulus fic is accompained by secondary pairings. My question is why make every couple homosexual. I mean I am all for promoting queers and trans. But out of all the 10-12 people you are showing, not even 2-3 couple are of opposite sex. Why??? Why always the same couple in all the fic. It has become too much predictable and boring.

#2 I will begin this by saying that Sirius is no way wrong for running away. But if you show that reg was really that much affected by it so how could you make it like they are friends once again. Traumas like this take real time. Sometime years. And that is not for the sake of not trying or lack of understanding. Just because reg accepts that sirius had to leave does not mean his feelings are wrong of resentment towards his brother. But every writer make that pain erase with just one hug or within the span of a couple of weeks.

I humbly request all the talented writers out there to depict variety. For example that despite being understanding and forgiving they are not super close. They cannot bridge that gap despite being in terms with the other persons reasons. That things are always awkward and a little uncomfortable.

#3 Also the whole wizard war theme is based on prejudice. If say someone says a slur to muggleborn then they are hated by this do gooder group. But then what happens with just saying people like regulus, who are shown to be deep down closeted muggle lovers, are bullied for reason not so big but for their sorting. If being prejudiced is so wrong then make them grovel this time.

#4 Also why always pair with wolfstar. Variations are always welcomed. Sometime make Sirius as aroace. Othertime make him stright. Also he could be queer and also not have feelings for his best friend. That is also okay and not too much big of earth shattering news.

#5 Sometime we are shown that James was secretly dating regulus then R got into death eating business then J jumped ship and got together with lily, had a baby, then R miraculously saves the day by either ending the war or bringing them the key info to end it. Then we are asked to believe the these two people who have the audacity to have a kid in the middle of a war in which they are active soldiers are not even that much into each other. They are just co parent. Seems illogical. This is all to bring Harry into picture. And then Regulus with absolutely no self respect decides to again be in relationship with this guy who within the span of a year of their break up had knocked up the girl he used had crush on.

Poor reg only has James Potter to fall on. And make his life good. 🥲

#6 All friends of James end up being super cosy and loving with all friends of regulus. Cheesy much. And I am not even talking about fluffy fics. No angsty fics too have everyone becoming a big happy family in the end.

#7 Making walburga and orion use crucio and imperio. Like why do you need to go into deep end of abuse. Just simple hex is also abuse. And wrong.

It is really funny that reg and sirius did not end up becoming like Alice and frank from canon with the amount of liberty you writers take on using the crucio.

#8 Making Remus and Lily as the shiny example of all good people in the world. It gest boring pretty fast. Let them be vilian sometimes.

No but They are the smartest, they are the most emotionally intelligent, they are the most understanding, they are the one who do not make mistake, if they do mistake it is forgiven quite quickly as compared to the mistakes of reg, sirius and James.

#9 Lily is declining James because she is lesbian or is bisexual but has hots for another 'girl'. Again repetitive much. Can't she be straight and still rejecting James. Can't she have feelings for a 'guy' and not into James. Can't she decide to not enter in a relationship without being aroace.

#10 In canon we see that at the end marauders were a pretty shakable group with betrayal, guilt, trust issues, or simply loosing touch with each other. But all fics with this pairing paint them as super close except for Peter sometimes. I mean it would be good to show them drifting apart and that angst of knowing that they will never be the same. That the good old school days are over and they are not as unbeatable as they assumed. Let them sometimes drift apart forever.

Why is there need for showing physical abuse and sexual assault and horcrux drama for angst? When you can have them normal people with normal suffering. Why make it all picture perfect in the end???.

#11 Sometime you can use pandora or dorcas or marlene or Mary to be surrogate and regulus being the biological father. Why does it always have to be James and Lily birthing harry. Again done too many times.

#12 Another idea that I want to see in the form of story is if regulus and group are really killing voldy then wouldn't it be fun to see the reaction of the goody people when these so cold evil snakes are hailed as heros of the wizarding world. Like-

Like sirius being jealous of regulus becoming hero when he and his friends were supposedly on the good side. Instead of him being always proud of his brother in all the fics.

Or permanent break up of wolfstar because they didn't trust each other. And them getting (happily) settled with someone else and being okay that they didn't work out and happy for each other.

And James watching regulus getting into relationship with some other guy and wishing that he had seen past the tattoo on his arm and not rushed into marrying Lily and having a kid because now they are fighting all the time but still remain married for the sake of their kid but has to see regulus in newspaper finally getting settled with someone who will choose him first and foremost and whose love is not so pitiful as to jump into someone else's arm so quickly and not even mourning their relationship as if he was nothing.

And Dorcas regretting giving up on her friends who won't accept her apology.

You get what I am saying. I hope.

#12 James parents took sirius because the kid for their kids bestie. But that does not mean they have like opened an orphanage. They will treat the group as friends of son. They will jot go out of the limb to be too sweet to be all the kids. That is practically not how I imagine pureblood parents to be. Even the potters.

Again this is just a request from a reader and constructive criticism and a plea to bring something new on the table. Because this much repetition is seen in no other pairing. Just Jegulus!!

#jegulus

[quillkiller]

hello, hope you're okay!! what are your thoughts on bellatrix × alice ? i find they have so much potential,, whether taking in account everything canon or not,,,,, au's options with (partially?) amnesiac alice and bella anD the biggest guilt complex third wheeling the whole time,,,,,?! yeah idk brain's getting a bit flooded by them lately

it’s been a bit of a night!! but im okay, thank you<3

i mean right now me and @sugarsnappeases have a secret ship that’s absolutely way more problematic than bella/alice so im very glad you asked!!!!

ive been way more open to insane ships lately since i realised its genuinely just fiction and silly pairings and madeup dynamics and picking and choosing from the source material to create something new. im a big believer in that the source material is important to make the ship/au, but it’s the creating something new and outlandish and interesting that’s the fun part

like i used to be sooooo against shipping death eaters with muggle borns but now im just sort of not anymore ? to me its more important what you make of it and how you can sort of turn things around and create something new. not even necessarily something morally good. like its honestly just fandom and never that deep ! obviously things can still be problematic and uncomfortable to read and i try to be mindful of that in my characterizations, but other than that…. im just having fun and coming up with dynamics i think are interesting. even if i don’t even necessarily agree with them ?? like i still think its interesting delving into dynamics that i don’t even necessarily support ? hope that makes sense mwah

anyway! i haven’t actually thought about them before??? i have very hard time imagining them even in the same room for some reason? but honestly….. the amnesia!alice and bella stealing her away and keeping her safe last minute and then its just the two of them + the gigantic guilt ridden elephant in the room. bella avoiding answering any real questions about who alice is or who she is. maybe even fabricating a new story. not telling alice she has a child and husband ?? but bella also genuinely wanting to protect alice and she really did have a change of heart and shes running away from her past just as much as she’s stealing away alice from her old life and bella’s actions. she wants a new chance and she’s not really that good of a person but she’s trying for alice but she keeps making horrible decisions that’ll have consequenses in the end ??? i could be into that…

please tell me more if you want im very intrigued <3

#asks #bellalice

[datastate]

Which one of the currently released yttd mini-episodes is your favorite? Why? (via)

hm-hm... if i'm honest? i would have to say sara's because:

1) it presents the sonobenos' friendship openly. i've always been curious to see how sara balanced her friendships with both of them - on my first playthrough, i was actually under the impression ryoko went to a different high school simply due to the fact that she hadn't yet/sparsely met with joe until their date.

and 2) it fulfills a theoretical that sara's shown to be tortured by, and likely will be until the end -- if there was any possible way to save joe, and if escaping with him would be worth the pain wrought upon others. it's fascinating to see her reaction/reasoning for distancing herself from joe as juxtaposed to kai's. i remember getting to the line of sara referencing darkness within herself almost verbatim for kai's lines in ytts. it's a mindset that's consistently reinforced with mr. chidouin and with personal events that inevitably prop up this intense guilt. seeing sara escape after establishing how quickly she can spiral under this weight is just... so interesting to me, and does really well in establishing how this affects her normal life even before something so devastating.

...well, all that, as well as having a fun minigame :'P

but! i feel as if it may be too predictable to say as much, so i will say that the yabusame's minisode was an immediate favorite upon initial release, and certainly raised much higher above the other three personally.

(i enjoy seeing more of anzu, though it was disappointing to see some notes on her character dismissed; and as for kurumada, but i do find some difficulty with the consistent assertions of aggression (although i realize nankidai does provide reasoning for it + appreciate his mirror to keiji's story); and as for kai's with asunaro's... i enjoyed confirmation kai does confide some tales of asunaro to mr. chidouin, that level of trust, but i feel as though a lot of asunaro's secrecy was lost in this minisode and it'd be better fit for after the base game is finished. i realize i'm someone who tends to feast on subtext, though i do feel that presenting what happened with the satous on a silver platter has somewhat spoiled how people view them + messed with ranger's significance... but i digress. i did still enjoy these ones, after all)

in any case!! similar to the sonobeno's friendship, i've always been curious to see more of how the yabusames used to behave around each other until the murder. it's easy enough to speculate, of course, with fake reko's values, but i remember replaying that one cutscene at the very beginning of 2-2 because it just. completely dug at my heart knowing what became of them.

what i didn't expect, however, was getting to see alice's own feelings toward music - i know in hindsight it should've been expected, due to the nature of their work, but i was pleasantly surprised to see how it actually touched on his feelings of inadequacy by comparison & yet... reko's always been kind in her own way and insisted on teaching him, or inviting him to listen, and valued his input even if it was inaccurate in a technical sense. she was sharing a passion with him, and that's why she was so heartbroken when he willingly cut himself away from it, from her, despite her best efforts to uplift/encourage him to try again.

it's just...!! ahh it confirmed a lot of what i already expected while building upon it and just. enhancing what alice has already divulged of who he assumes reko to be. there's always been a bit of underlying remorse after the bongo scene, but properly getting to see how deep this guilt runs is <3 + the symbolic sense of the drums split in two, but rather than again accepting he's incapable of repairing it, he still tries because this is his - their - last effort ... i don't know. they get to me. i really love thinking about the yabusames.

#i have a quick break before we start walking again so i decided i'll get to this now :D #jestersvaguely #ask #anonymous #yttdposting #hope this is okayyy. there's a lot more i actually meant to extrapolate on with the yabusame minisode bc it feels so much more. finished #than anzu's + succeeds in actually building on what's given in the base game which was my main qualm with kai's... #but that's. all technical. of course... emotionally too though i feel like it balanced the bittersweetness very well

[dulcewrites]

I would kill for some family moments between the fcc characters, whether it be between Aemond and his mother and siblings, Myrah’s parents and sister or Aemond and Myrah and their children

There will be more stuff like that in Life with You but here’s two small little things 🫶🏽 featuring Myrah’s granny (after the twins are born) and with Aegon and alicent (with a 10 year old Maelor and a 6/7 year old Baelor). A bit out of order

Family ties

The room was silent. Despite the sun beaming through the windows, frost had began to gather on the seal. An unusually bitter cold front swarming into the Red Keep.

“Their hair is very light.”

Myrah blinked in confusion, nodding slowly.” Yes, because Aemond’s is.”

She was met by a grunt from her grandmother. Both sets of eyes stayed trained on the twins in their cot. Alysanne full on drooling, deep in sleep, while Saera squirms silently.

“This one does not like to sleep,” Myrah leans down to pick her up. “Alysanne sleeps like her dad, like the dead. But Saera and I are morning people, isn’t that right sweet girl.

Saera lays her head on her mother’s shoulder, wide awake. Large dark eyes watching her great grandmother now. Dark eyes that match Farrah’s kohl lined ones.

“They look like you already. That is good.”

Myrah had to fight back the laugh. She was quite nervous since receiving the letter that her grandmother was coming to visit to see the kids. There was no asking, just telling; very much in her grandmother’s behavior. Despite how much she adored her grandmother, Myrah knew that Farrah could be a bit… crass when she wants to be.

Farrah had greeted the Queen, King, and Dowager Queen with fake pleasantries. Aemond got an unimpressed once over. The only people she seemed to be warm with was Myrah, and the children.

“She does not like me,” Aemond muttered the evening Farrah arrived. One tense dinner later and he was sure of it.

“No,” Myrah shook her head, moving the decorative pillows from the bed. “She doesn’t like most people. Big difference.”

Most men really.

The only man Myrah had seen her grandma actually cordial with consistantly was her late husband, Myrah’s grandfather. He passed when she was just a girl but she still remembers the brightness of his laugh and callouses on his dark hands. A swan ship builder turned merchant traveler with a warm sense of humor.

Myrah always feared her grandmother’s happiness would be buried with him.

Saera coos and Myrah bounces slightly.

“No more for you,” Farrah runs a gently finger over Saera’s chubby cheek. “They are almost as big as you.”

Myrah laughs. Aemond had told her he would give as many kids as her heart desired, whispered it after she gave birth to the twins. Even in the chaos of labor, milk of the poppy, and realizing there were two babes, she melted a bit. The look he gave then was probably the reason why she ended in a bed, exhausted and ears ringing from the sound of cries.

“Esme was quite big when she was born. Alicent told me that all of her kids except Aemond were as well. Must run in the family.”

Farrah raises a faint brow, tossing the end of her wrap over her shoulder. “And you are happy here?”

Myrah gets a whiff of the lavender oils they use in Saera’s hair and looks over to see Alysanne’s lids fluttering. She beams. “Of course.”

It was Alicent who first found them. She heard the giggles before seeing them but when she did she let out gasp. Taking the messy state of her grandsons.

Baelor, bowl in one hand and other hand fingers deep into sticky substance. Maelor, next to him also scooping the sweet treat out of the bowl. Alicent has recognized the golden liquid immediately. It was used to fill the lemon cakes that were so popular amongst those at court.

Both of the boys had ducked their heads in slight guilt once spotted by their grandmother.

When she asked who took the bowl from the kitchen, they proceeded to point at each other. With a sigh, Alicent crossed her arms. She walked them to the council chambers knowing their fathers would be there.

“It is not good to take things that are not yours,” Alicent reprimands as they down the hall.

“Yes, grandmother.”

They reply in tune with each other. It makes her want to laugh and her heart ache at the same time. The two of them reminder her so much of Aemond and Aegon at those ages. She was in no state to enjoy their youth, still feeling like a girl herself at that point.

Alicent can only try to replace the sadness she feels about that with the reassurance that her kids, at least on the surface, seem to have a better handle of it all. Things feel easier as she interacts with her grandchildren. Mayhaps she can try to give them the warmth she wanted to receive; the warmth her kids did as well. She drops them off, taking the bowl to return, but not before turning and whispering.

“If you ever want sweets. Just come to me, I’ll sneak you some.”

Aemond was the first to stand, frustration on his face, when they walked in the room. While Aegon just laughs, still seated at head of the table. Both Baelor and Maelor both giggle along with him in response till Aemond narrows his eye at them.

“Fine,” he shrugs, gaze on Baelor. “You can tell me who took it or I can go get your mother.”

Baelor’s resolve falters a bit, but he does not say anything. Aemond turns to look at Aegon. His older brother sighs, resounded because he knows Aemond will not drop this.

“Maelor, I am sure you would not want me to do the same,” Aegon pipes up.

Both boys exchange a look before both loudly blaming the act on the other. Aemond and Aegon just stand there watching as they passionately throw the other under the bus.

“Ok,” Aegon holds his hand up, feeling a headache from the wine he had and the yelling coming on. “Why don’t we call it a wash and both of you apologize to the cooks.”

Maelor replies with a ‘yes father’ while Baelor nods with a ‘yes uncle egg’.

“Good, now ask one of the maids to help you two get cleaned up.”

Aegon motions to one of the guards to get them. Baelor shoots his dad a cheeky wave before leaving.

“We need to step up the amount of guards they have,” Aemond sighs.

Aegon shrugs. “Trust me, they will find trouble as long as they have each other. Regardless of how many people are watching them.”

Aemond doesn’t say anything because he knows it is true.

“It is good that they have each other.”

Aemond looks at Aegon.

“Yeah it is,” he thinks about the fleeting moments of the youth he had when it is was him and Aegon getting into something they should not. “I guess a little trouble is not so bad.”

#sorry this took me forever #just didn’t know what to write that didn’t overlap with life with you #fcc asks #people are like ‘modern Alicent would be a woman for trump’ #mind you modern Alicent would be the type to keep candy in her purse for her grandkids

[s3ducere]

@therogueprincedaemon , continued.

turn around.. a thrill runs through veins at command given, she does as told and maneuvers so that her backside was to him. breaths becoming heavier in anticipation as a hand moves across her thigh. it had been so long.. she aches for him, as if that hadn't been obvious in her earlier touches. she just wanted to feel him and so she let him mold her however he wished. 'i so wish for a girl of your beauty..' the compliment barely registered as hips are taken into his grasp and he enters her with one fluid motion. a shaky moan falls from parted lips. all he would have to do to make her come undone is speak of the obscene things he wanted to do. he holds such power over her that he wouldn't even have to touch her.

it was so different compared to the sexual relationship she shared with viserys. the king could not bring her to her knees with one heated look in the way the prince could. in fact, her pleasure was not a concern of the man's at all. the act was so habitual, only performed to make heirs and not because they couldn't stand to be in the same room as one another without tearing the other's clothes off. he never stopped to ask if something felt good and never could make alicent's legs shake. the only reason she kept appearing in his bed was to keep up the charade that they were actually married. sometimes she would feel a deep pit of guilt, knowing that no love was being shared between them, but then remembered that no one asked her if she wanted her life to turn out this way. no one cared what she wanted except the man holding onto her right now.

hips move again, and brunette arches her head back against the prince's shoulder, rolling her own hips back against him. this position was intoxicating.. such pretty sounds come out of both of them, filling the silence of the room. head tilts to the side to give daemon more access to her neck. in this moment, it wouldn't matter to her if he left behind marks. she wanted to wear them proudly. to let people know who she truly belongs to. however, they would have to be hidden with specifically placed garments or powder. " i missed you too. you have no idea how much.. " the confession accompanied with a whine. " i thought of you, and.. " cheeks begin to flush as lips form to admit something a lady should never speak of. " i touched myself, but it wasn't the same. " a hand moves down between her legs, they spread further apart, so that fingers can rub against her nub as if to show him what she would do in the middle of the night.

he claims her. he claims their children. she wouldn't have it any other way. " yours.. I am only yours.." that's how it has always been and how it always would be. no one has ever made her feel this way, like all the oxygen in the world vanished whenever he did. body, heart, soul.. all of it was consumed by him. " i will never want anyone else. everything is yours.. " she stops the movement with her fingers, taking one of his hands that holds onto her and replaces it, pressing his hand against her core. head turns to the side, fingertips entangling in his hair, as she kisses him. teeth take his bottom lip and bite gently. it felt good to give up control to him, but also to take control of her own body back as well. " please.. i need more.." the words muttered against his mouth. " please.. "

#therogueprincedaemon #interactions: alicent hightower.

[faneposting-my-beloved]

Vermil Masterpost (for my and your reference)

Full name: Vermil (Vermillion) Irloux

Race: Human

Tags: MYSTIC, OUTLAW

Class: Witch (Scoundrel x Necromancy)

Talents: Ingenious, Thrifty, The Pawn

Origin instrument: Tambura

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Who is Vermil Irloux?

Born to a poor fisher couple, Vermil was the youngest child and the only one to survive till adulthood. He spent his childhood getting into places he shouldn't, and making friends with people he ought not to talk with. He was blessed, or rather cursed, with the gift of Source -and he learned this thanks to his childhood sweetheart - Alice. An heiress to a once-powerful Sourcerer lineage that once manned the Abbey in Cloisterwood.

As for Vermil's closest family; he used to have a brother who also was his best friend up to the ripe years of adolescence. They were troublemakers both, wandering unbeaten paths and listening to the stories told by their witch friend. One day Alice told them the tale of Bloodmoon Island. She shared a secret that her family swore to protect and isolate ever since an incident compromised the area to demonic influence. In her tale, she briefly mentioned of a passageway between the ruined cloister and the island in the middle of a lake but warned repeatedly to not even get near.

The boys didn't listen. One fateful day the brothers made a brave trek to the isle of horrors and paid for it dearly.

They were attacked by demons. Panicked, the fleet-footed younger brother turned away and ran. His brother followed but was seized by a monster. Vermil looked over his shoulder...and disappeared into the tunnel, running as fast as he could to the other side. He sealed the entrance, dooming his brother to certain death.

After he returned home, alone, he sold a story of the two being attacked by a savage bear. The grieving parents had no means to rile up the villagers for a revenge hunt, and so they resigned to their son's fate. Alice, however, was not so easily fooled.

Ever since then, Vermil lived in terrible shame. Two years after the incident, he left for Arx, abandoning his more-than-a-best friend.

The big city came to him as a shock, and maybe even for the better because he could throw himself into the mad current of its life right away and bury his sins deep. He wanted to study at Arxian University but found himself unable to afford the tuition. An unexpected benefactor came to his aid face came to his rescue, at a blood price. A wealthy matron fancied the youth, and not only did she offer him to pay for his education, but she took him in. All he had to do to repay this generosity, was a bit of dirty work...and then some. Vermil agreed, how could he not? It was this relationship that got him entangled in the unscrupulous underbelly of Arx, where he stole and killed for his mistress' personal gain. And, ultimately, his gain too. Since then, he got to enjoy living in a bourgeoisie estate with all of his needs and wants taken care of - all for the cost of becoming a noblewoman's lover. But all the alcohol and drudanae couldn't erase his guilt completely.

Vermil tried to do better, letting the studies swallow him whole, and he graduated with honors, only to find himself, for a lack of a better word, jobless and undesirable in the invidious halls of Arx's offices and academia. Naturally, he could ask his mighty patron to intervene, but it was a matter of pride and an attempt to escape dependency. So, he started his own business. In search of something to do, he dug deep into the secrets harboured by the City of the Divine. He delved into the dark arts, getting more in tune with his own Sourcery. Vermil always had an affinity for the perceivable but unseen - thus his illicit business revolved around ghost-summoning for the rich and sentimental. At first, he did so under the keen eye and approving side-grin of his mistress, but in truth, he quietly was putting away funds to finally set himself free of that woman. He owed her a lot, but loyalty was not one of those things. Then she died quickly and suddenly, without his contribution. The bourgeoisie cannibalised the deceased woman's wealth and Vermil ended up homeless and alone. He had made a name for himself, but without an influential patron overhead, it was riskier to do business among the increasing surveillance of the Magisters.

Life went on in the Divine's City, and Vermil continued his existence in the shadows and on the fringes of society, until that one day when a famous songstress ravaged Source-fueled havoc during a performance on Outlook Hill.

It just so happened to be the same exact day when his own hand slipped and the ghosts he summoned broke free to terrorise the peaceful citizens shopping in Merchant's Square.

He was arrested, collared and sent to Fort Joy - but his story is far from over.

Trivia

Vermil's astral sign is the Phoenix

The surname he uses - Irloux - belonged to his deceased patron

His parents had a thing for unusual names - Vermillion is his actual name. His brother was named Exsanguine after being born sickly and weak - he also prefers shortened 'Exsan'

Vermil and Tarquin both studied at Arx University, Tarquin being his senior. Their relationship then was complicated at best.

#oc:vermil #finally

[aitseleci]

deceived pt. 2

details: angst, albedo x gn!reader | cw: death / injuries / blood 

word count: 1840 | part one !

note: do i like this? idk mixed feelings tbh  — didn’t bother to add a picture for this one. but like here is part 2 as many requested 

It’s been months since the day Albedo broke up with you. A relationship that Albedo didn’t cherish, as he states. As time continues to pass, your heart aches as you recall those joyful moments with each other. Your affectionate feelings still lingered on edge; holding closely to the past. The nostalgia had you at ease in times of distress. You’d still loved him. No words can express your desire to stop loving him. But what else can be done? You were nothing but a victim to his research. He used you and admitted it, after all. 

Melancholy thoughts seem to be on your mind lately. You wonder how Albedo was doing, how he’s been, what he’d accomplished. You’d still cared, in fact getting over him wasn’t a no brainer. Everywhere you looked reminded you of him. His own essence loiter among commodities. The residents of Mondstadt and Dragonspine didn’t assist in your healing; the reminisce of the things you two did together: exploring, sketching, finding materials, indulging the savory dish of Sunshine Sprat. He taught you how to recreate this dish, lecturing you how to properly cook the salmon. 

“You make sure that the salmon becomes a dark orange and stiff,” the blonde whispers as he observes you flipping the meat over the stove. You nodded, eyeing the salmon carefully, letting out giggles in response. 

“I can’t believe we’re so focused on salmon ‘Bedo.” 

“Hm, you think so?” he answers in an amused tone. 

Whenever he shows you his special dish Woodland Dream, the prince himself had a smiled painted in his eyes. Indeed proud of himself with his culinary masterpiece. He describes the dish to be sweet and tender  — a blooming flower with each bite. You can still remember the tangy flavor that danced on your tongue. Despite this savory dish, this prince seemly has a sweet tooth. To him, he finds the sugar rush that washes throughout his body quite pleasant. A childish nature that you didn’t expect yourself.  

“You find it pleasant... a sugar rush?”

He was hesitant averting his eyes from your stare, “Well the ‘hyperactivity’ feeling, gives me a boost in energy... It's refreshing.”

“Hm, okay..” you smiled. How cute. 

Those wistful moments will remain to be daydreams of your little mind. It was a facetious act he pulled to test you. With the little hope you were attached to, you hope maybe Albedo didn’t mean what he said. At least a little. 

You didn’t bother going to Sucrose or Timaeus for your answer to your questions. Your relationship wasn’t public and doubted anyone would understand. Moving on shouldn’t be onerous, it’s not compared to your daily tasks. Ugh, you sighed in frustration. 

You were exploring the land of Dragonspine, wondering to find new discoveries. Despite Albedo’s influence to pique your curiosity of Dragonspine, your shrewdness needed to go beyond your understanding. It’s been a while since you stepped foot in the land of snow. Not after how much of his essence remained for your little heart. 

You trudge up along the path of Dragonspine, slowly recalling the time you had with Albedo. The crunching of the white snow underneath your feet, digging deep in the ground. The noises you can hear over the screeching winds. A path of fresh footprints laid behind you, displaying where you came from — not where you’re heading. In honesty, you don't know where you’re heading. All that was known was that you are going somewhere. Discover something. Get your mind off of him. 

The Adventurers’ Guild was still trying to post expeditions and catch the eyes of others. Though many adventurers have turned down these pleas. The cold condition was much too dangerous for them to handle, proper preparation was needed but expensive. Dragonspine was menacing for their safety and that was understood among the citizens. 

You briskly rubbed your hands for warmth. The icy winds swirled and sighed around you, sweeping against your skin. Sending chills throughout your body, the fabric of your clothing keeps you warm. Warm enough to make you at ease with the temperature, but not your cold thoughts of gloominess. 

“[y/n], you need my coat? It’s quite cold today, I wouldn’t want you to freeze,” Albedo sighs with the hinges of concern, already starting to slip off his coat.

“Huh, you sure, what about you?” 

A slight curve plastered on his face. An expression you don’t usually see besides his familiar blank expression. “Yes, I don’t exactly get cold and of course I insist.” 

He placed his coat on top of your shoulder, instantly feeling the warmth. The soft fabric rubbing against your cold skin. Your nose was occupied with his scent, filling you with wonder and interest. At times, his scent would be simple than complex. That day it was simple, calming and reassuring you with solace. 

You looked up to the sky, it was filled with ominous mackerel clouds. The dark sky was kissed by the high mountains and bare trees. The sudden wintry breeze whooshed passed you, overwhelming your body. You were missing the sunlight spilling its rays among the land of Mondstadt. How much time has passed? Who knew you would be homesick after wandering in the land of Dragonspine. And Albedo’s company, you couldn’t grasp the fact that he’s no longer in your life. The warmth and bliss of both the recollection of fond memories. Face lit up, feeling your own embarrassment in your cheeks. 

It’s been months, why can’t you get over him? 

“Ya!” the strange noise alerting you. You looked frantically trying to find the source of those gurgling sounds. It was deserted, the possibility of small rodents roaming around the area is surely high  — no wait; trying to think rationally. Then finally you see a monster camp right in front of you. 

You were ready to whip out elemental reactions and attack — oh no. Your vision illuminated its bright color. Still, nothing was released and hilichurl fighters were running at you. No way you were going to stand with this commotion, resorting to run for your life. As you huffed and puffed, accelerating your speed. The cold oxygen filling up your lungs, fingers were numb. Vision started to get foggy, decreasing your pace. You gaze down to notice red blood drizzled on the white blankets of snow. 

Blood? 

You felt the arrows that shot your head and leg. It must have been the hilichurl shooters. There were gashes on the back of your head and leg that began to rip you with pain. You touched the back of your head and felt the wet blood. With the energy in your had left, you continued — you looked back to see blurs of mitachurls with huge axes. Axes that can slice you in half. Your head and thoughts were swirling, unable to focus. Numbness seeped through your legs — stability was lacking. You were trembling, feeling your own body was out of your control. The snowy scenery swayed underneath you as your vision bathed in black spots. You collapsed in the snow, unable to pick yourself up. Legs and head were throbbing with agony and anguish. Pain that you never thought could exist, groaning in pain. The urge to scream came to you but no noise came out of your tired lips. You pushed yourself to crawl, eyeing a tree. Glancing back to see the monsters were leaving you alone. In the vast distances, struggling to hang on to dear life. Faint soft footsteps were heard, the soft slushing of the snow. Must have been an echo or from your imagination. Left alone suffering in the sub zero condition. Your mind was so foggy, eyes half-lit before seeing a glimpse of a familiar figure along the path. It was a blur of colors, you squinted in attempts for a clearer image. Just before you could make out what or who it was, darkness swallowed you whole; lying face down. 

“[y/n]!” 

You blacked out, unconscious in the cold. 

Albedo came running towards you, surely was shocked to see your body stiffly laying there. But noticing your wounds and the wet blood on your clothes — he had to take action. Still seeing that your vision was glowing, he didn’t worry as he checked your pulse. You were bleeding profusely, as Albedo swiftly wrapped you up with cloth he had on him. No words can explain how Albedo felt, as he threw your arms on his shoulders and back. Lifting your body up and holding on to your thighs; securing you. 

Albedo felt your pulse, beating with each running step. His pace started getting quicker, the desire to keep you alive. Not sure what to think of it besides the want to face you. His thought process was incoherent and he wanted it to be resolved.  

Little time. 

After sending you off, Albedo handed back to his camp, straight back to work. Focusing was an issue though. He had mixed feelings of frustration, unsure what these feelings could mean? He hoped you would be alright, but again, why would he care? Ever since the end of your relationship, Albedo noticed that he’s more sensitive than usual. Reactions seemingly to be more livid, stronger. New unfamiliar emotions that he can’t wrap his head around. This all left him at a dead end. 

He felt himself drowning in his own unwanted guilt. The princely blank face wasn’t there, instead contrasting it was the void of such strong rage. Teeth clenched, eyebrows arched. Face painted with pain and remorse. The look on your pale unconscious face... What was the source? His body heats up from this confusion, slamming his gloved hands on his desk. Palms sweating, soaking the leather, as he tossed them off. Papers and documents were flying everywhere, his arms swinging with tension. 

Is this what you're doing? It must be. 

Maybe as a vision bearer, you found a way to manipulate others. Nonetheless, Albedo needed answers. But with your crucial state, are you going to be alright? 

Albedo never felt this rage towards anyone: his master, Alice, Klee, Sucrose, Timaeus, The Knights of Favonius...

If only times were different. 

Weeks, months had passed, you were pronounced dead from your fatal wounds. On your deathbed, the glow of your vision had dimmed to a gray color. You were truly gone. Word got out and Albedo couldn’t pull himself together. Your death has left a void in many lives and memories. 

If only he cared. 

The blonde was choking with despair, gasping for a change... hope. As he flipped through the sketches of you, he stared blankly at your face. The little details that made you, you. He repeatedly muttered incoherent words: If only, if only.

There it was a sketch of you and your smile, if only he could see it one last time. He sighed, letting his head drop. His blonde hair was unkempt as he exhaled heavily. 

Once that first tear fell on the paper, more followed. 

If only he loved you. 

© aitseleci 2021 ✰ do not modify or repost

#🌧; angst-cele #albedo x reader #genshin angst #angst genshin #albedo genshin impact #albedo angst

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

anons got me thinking, what if paranoid Bella got stuck in a time loop. like from the Van Incident to right before volterra. (Or any other time loop but that’s the one that’s got me thinking.) I think Bella would simply lose it and ask to Edward to eat her eventually

For those not in the know, Paranoid Bella is a reoccurring character on this blog who realizes that Edward's liable to eat her because she's completely unhinged.

With that, let's make her life even more hellish. Paranoid Bella loops.

Loop the First

Volterra is what gives Paranoid Bella her out in the original post, she defects as soon as she has the chance and pleads for sanctuary. Well, per the rules of this post, she never gets that far. I'm imagining she gets to the point where Alice shows up on her doorstep and then Sonny and Cher come on the radio with "I've Got You, Babe"

So, the first time this happens, Bella is very confused.

She just nearly had a heart attack, Alice Cullen was on her fucking doorstep just like a nightmare, and now apparently it was all a dream. Waking up she shakes it off as a nightmare except... She soon realizes that she's a year in the past.

She's just moved to Forks, Charlie asks if she's feeling alright with her head injury (from nearly being hit by the van), and the Cullens are back in school.

Bella is extremely confused.

Edward appears to be ignoring her again, as he did initially after the van incident (later claiming he was desperately trying to remain out of her life). Good, he should keep that up, Bella makes it a point of being anything but encouraging to give herself breathing space.

Of course, she knows this can't last forever.

Edward, in the original timeline, confessed to just how far his obsession extended. During this time frame he is sneaking into her room, every night, watching her sleep and breathing in her scent. Thinking about her murder. He has already decided that his obsession is romantic in nature, that he is in love, and he will break.

She knows he will.

Bella goes along with it as she did in the original timeline, waiting for Edward to decide to leave again (hopefully without her being thrown into a fucking table).

The Cullens leave, Bella gets a few months reprieve where Victoria starts hunting her again, then she loops.

Loop Two

Bella's sensing a theme here.

More, she can't keep doing this. She can't keep humoring Edward forever. She's on the edge of a nervous breakdown and she knows it. This must stop.

Perhaps she doesn't have to. Perhaps, if she loses Edward's interest, that will be enough and he'll leave on his own.

Bella shaves her hair with an electric razor, making it look as masculine as possible. She actively ignores Edward, no longer even looks in his direction, and as he tries to make contact she runs the other way.

Unfortunately for Bella, Edward doesn't care what she's really like. Oh, she may have lost some of her feminine aesthetic, which he certainly won't like but she's heightened her sense of mystery. Why did she shave off her hair? What could that possibly mean? What deep thoughts are going on inside that impenetrable mind?

Bella finds herself trapped in a romantic relationship with Edward anyway and she finds out he actually won't take no for an answer. She tries several times, he keeps telling himself she's not saying no for real (and yes, he did this quite a bit in canon), when she says no for real, he'll listen.

Edward likely ends up eating her in the meadow.

Loop Three

Bella tries attacking Edward in her bedroom in the dead of night, screaming for Charlie. Edward flees in terror and shame at having been caught like a voyeur. He tries to explain to Bella he's not, in fact, a pervert and was there for her own protection.

He sees Bella doesn't believe him and insists harder.

In his guilt, conflict, and desperation she change her opinion of him for the better he loses control and ends up eating her.

Loop Four

Bella trips in PE, Edward ends up eating her.

Loop N

Bella's existence just becomes endless loops of being eaten by Edward. There's no way out, even if she gets him to leave town, she just ends up back in the loop.

Sometimes, she runs away and goes to live in the wilderness, usually one of the Cullens ends up finding her in embarrassed confusion and asks her to please come home (at Edward's behest). Sometimes she goes back to Phoenix (Edward follows).

She starts ending the loops early, because there's just no point anymore, and better to get it over with.

This is just Bella's life now. She lives until she's eaten or until she's a year in the past again. This is Bella's immortality.

There's no need to ask Edward to eat her, chances are, he'll go ahead and do it anyway.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #paranoid bella #bella swan #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #edward/bella #anti edward/bella #meta #headcanon #opinion

[fatiguing-thoughts]

"Victoria's Game IV" - Embry Call x Reader

Summary: Part four to "Victoria's Game." Read Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four here Final Installment babes

T/W: mentions of blood

I jerked awake, dripping in sweat as my phone vibrated on my nightstand.

I felt Embry's weight on me and listened to the complete and utter silence surrounding us. I let out a sigh of relief before looking at my phone screen.

Alice.

I began to panic as I saw her name light up the screen, knowing her call would not be with good news. I swallowed hard before picking the device up and placing it up to my ear as my hand shook.

"(Y/N), (Y/N)! We're on the way. Call Sam and tell everyone to get there. She's coming and she won't be coming alone. Who's with you now?" Her frantic voice pierced my ears.

All the air escaped my lungs as full panic set in. Was my nightmare as much of a premonition as I was suddenly fearing?

"Embry!" I sobbed, shaking him awake.

He quickly jumped up, a worried look on his face.

"What? What's wrong?" His eyes were almost bulging out of his skull as he waited for me to answer.

"They're coming, Alice called. They'll be here any minute to help but you have to help Jake and Quil." My voice was shaky as the uncertainty took over my mind.

Was I sending him to his death?

Would I be the cause of everyone's death?

Wouldn't it just make more sense to just lose me than everyone else?

Embry didn't say much, he just looked deep into my eyes before pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.

"I love you." He whispered before jumping out the window.

The nightmare flashed through my memories yet again, the panic setting in further.

But then I remembered the Third Wife.

I quickly ran downstairs into the kitchen, grabbing a knife from the drawer.

I began to hear the thumps of large paws, snarling, and barking coming from outside. I knew they were approaching and that my time was limited.

So I waited by the back door, where I knew the guys waited. I watched through the glass as they began looking around, hoping to see the blood-sucking demons arrive.

A minute in, I saw blurry movement in the treeline before Jacob and Quil took one down. Embry handled another. But then, another six arrived, the boys were outnumbered.

"Shit." I mutter to myself. "Where are the Cullens?"

I bit my lip as I saw two of them jumping on Quil. A whimper escaped his lips as he was trying to buck them off his back. He was beginning to struggle as Jacob and Embry were busy trying to destroy the leeches charging them.

Quil grew louder and I knew I had to act before it was too late. I quickly slid open the back door as I dragged the blade across my skin.

A drop of blood hit the ground, causing every single vampire to focus their attention on me, giving the guys the time to get themselves together; giving them time to destroy some of these leeches.

I winced as I felt the warm liquid drip down my arm, a burning sensation where the blade once was.

I watched as Embry ripped the head off of the one who was closest to the door, Quil and Jacob each getting another. They were finally even, furthering the fight into their favor.

One almost made their way to me before Emmett appeared from the treeline, disposing of them accordingly. Rosalie and Alice following suit.

Sam and Jared showed up, Leah and Seth trailing not too far behind. I watched as the fight unfolded before me, in shock as there were more vampires that showed up than I had realized.

But where was Victoria?

I looked all around, trying to spot the fiery red hair. I became painfully aware of my bleeding arm, causing me to hold the wound in an effort to stop the bleeding. I backed up further into my house, realizing how far out I had come. I then tripped over a rock, falling on my ass.

I winced in pain as I became painfully aware of my surroundings once again. My eyes squeezed shut as I tried to pick myself up, but something kicked me back down.

"Hello." Her silky voice taunted, a sick smile on her face as she loomed above me.

I was at a loss for words, it had felt as if my chest caved in on itself. My legs became jelly and I couldn't move. My eyes couldn't bring themselves to tear away from her burning gaze. Those blood red eyes that have been haunting me for what felt like years, but was a mere few weeks.

"What's wrong, cat got your tongue?" She cocked her head to the side, her smile softening as her ice cold hand grabbed my ankle.

"I-I" I couldn't get the words out.

"I'll make this quick." She promises, before she squeezed my ankle.

I felt a sharp pain as I felt it crack. I found myself screaming in pain.

But as soon as it happened, she had let go of me. Rosalie had grabbed her off of me, throwing her into the air. Adrenaline was helping with the pain.

I watched as I was writhing on the ground. I watched as Embry caught her midair, wrapping his jaws around her.

As they fell to the ground with a thud, Jake pinned her down as Embry ripped off her head. The sight before me wasn't one I had ever seen in person, only one I had imagined in my nightmares.

I had never seen the pack or the Cullens actually fight. I had only listened to them talk about it, imagined it for myself. But it was something Embry said he never wanted me to see, he would always get mad at Quil for telling me about them. He wanted me separate from this world.

He did his best.

Carlisle's touch brought me out of my thoughts, even startling me a bit.

"I'll fix this up for you. You'll be okay." He promised with kind eyes.

I noticed as Emmett, Rosalie, and Alice piled up the remains before Emmett threw his zippo on it. Instant flames soared, engulfing the pile into absolute nothingness.

The pack had phased back, running over to me from the treeline where clothes were stashed.

"(Y/N)..." Embry whispered, his eyes filled with worry and guilt as he crouched down to my level.

"Em, I'm fine." I insisted as I met his gaze.

We all stood there in silence as the pain in my ankle grew once again, causing me to wince.

"Embry, bring her to my home. I'll work on her ankle there." Carlisle broke the silence.

Embry only nodded before scooping me up into his arms.

Everyone else silently decided it was best to give space, but I sent a thankful glance and smile as best as I could as I grit my teeth from pain before they could leave.

Embry made his way over to my car, surely ready to drive me to the Cullens.

"Embry." I murmured.

No answer from him. He simply placed me in the car and put my seatbelt on for me with a pained look on his face. I winced in pain as my foot hit the side of the door and he almost looked as if he was going to throw up.

"Embry, please." I begged. "Please don't ignore me. I'm safe, you kept me safe."

"Your ankle is purple and the size of a grapefruit. I did not keep you safe." He says before shutting my car door and making his way to the driver's side.

"I think we both know a broken ankle is a happy ending for what this could have been." I reach over, rubbing the back of his hand with my thumb.

"I know, I just wish it wasn't. I'm glad a broken ankle is the worst of it, but what if... what if it wasn't? How was I supposed to live with myself after that? I couldn't. I- I thought I was going to lose it when I saw her by you." He chokes. "I almost thought I was going to lose you."

"You'll never lose me, Em." I whispered, leaning my head on his shoulder. "I love you."

"I love you, too." He pressed a soft kiss to the top of my head.

"Thank you for saving me." I gave his arm a slight squeeze. "But I'm in a lot of pain and if you could start driving to Carlisle's I would greatly appreciate that." I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

"Shit, sorry. Yeah, let's go get you checked out." He worriedly chuckled as he began driving down the dark road. _____________________________________ Part One / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four

#embry call #embry call x reader #embry call imagine #embry call imagines #embry call fanfic #embry call fanfiction #sam uley #jared cameron #paul lahote #jacob black #quil ateara #leah clearwater #seth clearwater #twilight #twilight wolf pack #wolf pack x reader #twilight x reader #twilight imagine