#imagine being overshadowed by your sibling

[whyiseverynametakenpls]

I never asked for this

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Genre : angst

Tw : swearing at the end

Pairing : Brother! Vox Akuma x male reader ( platonic )

Characters : you, vox, random bulter

Story : you think I asked for this?

A/n : prince au of some sort, and since it was about being in line for the throne I made the reader male 👁️👄👁️

"Brother, brother! Look at what I've just made!" you exclaim, enthusiastically waving the drawing you had just completed to catch your brother's attention.

Despite being occupied, Vox glances up and spots you, responding with a smile.

"What do we have here?" he inquires, accepting the drawing from your hands.

"Look! I drew us together—me, you, Mommy, and Daddy!" you eagerly explain.

He takes a moment to examine it before emitting a chuckle.

"Hey! Are you laughing at my drawing?" you pout, slightly offended.

"No, no, not at all," he laughs.

"Hmm! You better not be!" you retort, lifting your head high and crossing your arms.

"I promise I'm not," he teases.

However, before you could retaliate, a knock interrupts the exchange.

"It's me, your majesty. I have something to deliver to you," announces the person outside.

The individual enters, holding a stack of papers. Vox glances at it and lets out a sigh.

"All right, I'll attend to it," he sighs once more.

"(Name), why don't you go downstairs and show this drawing to Mommy? I need to complete some tasks before I can join you in playtime," he suggests.

"Ah, okay, brother! Don't forget to join us later!" you reply.

As soon as you leave the room, Vox's expression turns sour. "Must I really handle all of this? I haven't slept since yesterday..."

"I apologize, your majesty, but as the crown prince, it is your responsibility," the person explains.

Vox waits for a few minutes before responding.

"You may leave now," he states sternly, irritation evident on his face.

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Meanwhile, you were walking around the halls, looking for your mother.

As you strolled down the second-floor hallway, you overheard muffled voices. Being the curious child that you are, you decided to eavesdrop and gather some information.

“I heard the second prince is dumb. He’s almost 5 and hasn’t even started learning yet!” One says, a laugh following suit.

“I know right? I can’t believe we have to serve someone like him!” Another says, making you mad.

As you listened to their conversation, your anger grew and grew. Getting more and more fed up with their derogatory remarks, you burst into the room and let out a scream.

"I am not stupid! Speaking ill of the royal family is considered treason, and it could cost you your lives!" you assert, pointing at them.

The maids swiftly fled, wanting to avoid further trouble.

You grit your teeth in anger. However, deep down, you acknowledged that they had a point. You indeed haven’t started on your studies, unlike your brother who started way before you.

Although you were still a child, you understood that, regardless of your intelligence, you would always be looked down upon in this environment. As long as your brother remained the crown prince, the perception of you would remain diminished.

That realization brought a tinge of sadness to your heart.

Biting your lip, tears began to stream down your face. Swiftly, your hands rose to wipe them away.

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With anger fuming in your body, you went back to your brother’s room you were previously in. Your hand knocked on the door furiously.

"Come in!" your brother's voice beckoned from within.

You turned the doorknob forcefully, swinging open the door, and there you stood, pointing directly at him.

Vox tilted his head to the side, puzzled. "Is this a challenge?" he questioned.

Still pointing, you vigorously shook your head and proclaimed loudly, "You have to become the king when Daddy retires."

"Eh?" your brother responded, taken aback.

He starts and you, blinks and laugh. “Okay, okay, I will.”

Vox stood up and approached you. Slowly, he scooped you up into his arms and gently patted your head.

"Yeah! That's right. I'll be the younger brother of the world's greatest king!" you exclaimed with enthusiasm.

He laughed once more, eliciting a playful "Hey!" from you.

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As the years passed, it felt as though a growing chasm separated you from everyone around you. Even your own brother seemed distant. First, it was your parents, consumed by their own responsibilities. While you understood that they needed to spend time together, it still stung that they couldn't find moments to share with their own child.

And your brother, though burdened with his duties, couldn't he spare even a fraction of his time for his own sibling?

A sigh escaped your lips for what felt like the seventh time that day, prompting concern from the maid who attended to you.

But suddenly, an idea sparked within your mind, bringing a glimmer of hope. A smile blossomed on your face.

"I'm going to visit my brother!" you exclaimed with newfound determination.

The maid could only nod in surprise, captivated by the unexpected change in your demeanor.

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A smile adorned your face as you approached your brother's room, anticipation fueling your steps. Upon entering his study, however, his expression of anger immediately caught your attention.

"At least knock before entering. What are you? A commoner?" he remarked, his tone laced with disdain.

His comment swiftly soured your mood, but you reasoned that he might not be feeling well that day. Hastily, you offered an apology and approached him.

"Brother! You remember when you promised that you would become the king one day—" you began, only to be cut off.

"If you're here just to talk about that, then you should leave. I have more important things to attend to," he retorted, his annoyance evident.

Now, anger surged within you. The frustration of feeling consistently ignored by your family members reached a boiling point, compelling you to raise your voice.

"What is your problem? Why does everyone in this family seem to hate spending time with me!? Why do you always do this? I'm just trying to talk to you!" you exclaimed, unable to contain your emotions any longer.

"You know nothing," he retorted sharply.

"Yeah? Well, if you never communicate with me, then how am I supposed to know anything?" you fired back, your words tinged with a mix of defiance and hurt. “Oh, you want to know? Okay, I’ll fucking tell you. You’re the reason why I’m always SO stressed out. It’s because of that one fucking promise I made to you years ago. Every time I slack off even just for a bit, I would feel terrible. Fucking terrible. All because I made a promise to you. Is that what you want to know? HAPPY NOW?” he screams.

You widen your eyes and bit the inside of your lip.

“YEAH? YOU WANT TO KNOW WHY I TOLD YOU TO MAKE THAT PROMISE? BECAUSE I KNOW WELL THAT NO ONE WILL EVER SUPPORT A PRINCE LIKE ME! I KNOW WELL HOW PEOPLE THINK OF ME! IF I COULDN’T BE KING MYSELF, THEN I WOULD SUPPORT YOU. THAT’S WHAT I TOLD MYSELF. BECAUSE I KNOW. I FUCKING KNOW THAT I WILL NEVER BE KING, WETHER I WANT IT OR NOT.” You retorted back, tears now streaming from your eyes.

“YEAH? BUT WHAT DO YOU KNOW? I NEVER ASKED TO BE CROWN PRINCE, YOU THINK I WANTED THIS POSITION? I NEVER ASKED FOR ALL OF THIS! DO YOU THINK I’M HAPPY WITH THIS? WELL, I’M NOT!” he argues.

Overwhelmed by the weight of disappointment and sadness, you found yourself outside your chamber, unable to enter.

Collapsing to the ground, you slid down against the door, your body trembling with sobs. Each tear that fell from your eyes carried a profound sense of frustration and longing.

The hallway became a backdrop to your anguish as you unleashed your pent-up emotions, the sound of your cries echoing through the empty corridor.

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<- MASTERLIST

-> second part

-> Some people might find the fact that the reader keep arguing is weird but I think it's kinda realistic 🤷‍♀️

-> Might be a little weird for some though 😃

#nijisanji en #nijisanji en x reader #nijisanji en x male reader #nijisanji #nijisanji x reader #nijisanji x male reader #male reader #kingdom au #nijisanji luxiem #luxiem #luxiem x reader #vox akuma #vox x reader #vox #vox akuma x reader #sad #sibling angst #kinda sad #imagine being overshadowed by your sibling

[hana-no-seiiki]

how they act around reader! you know the usual, how horny they get and how the reader is potentially uncomfortable because not even they can handle the harems hormones.

MIDNIGHT DARLING HEAD-CANNONS (Unang Yugto / First Part)

YANDERE COLLEGE BASED OCS x READER

Hoo boy we have a lot of characters to go through and I haven’t even named all of them so *cracks knuckles* Let’s go with my favorite children for now.

warnings: dead dove do not eat territory here. yandere themes (lotsa violence). please don’t read this if you have a wild imagination like me oh god im aboutta faint at darling’s section. cannibalism. knife play. necrophillia. a transphobic society.

[previous ask for more context]

[next part] - yandere! faculty

Let’s start with our boy Justin Del Rosario [Yan Jock]

He’s incredibly sweet and caring. At least when you two were dating. The type to always check in on you. Always makes sure you’re hydrated and keeping up with your self-care routines.

As if popular! reader isn’t completely meticulous when it comes to their image.

Looks like a bad boy but is an actual sweetheart. Your relationship started off as a transaction of sorts. Being the softie he is though he developed feelings. Quick. The masochist.

Is a whole ass push-over when it comes to you.

Now post break-up Justin is a bit of a freak.

Like I said in my previous post of his experience as your boyfriend, he has gone through shit.

Suddenly his grades are perfect. People are actually tolerating if not appreciating his presence.

He’s becoming a threat to your place as the ruler of the campus.

But unlike you his fans aren’t declined atrocious yet.

How does Popular! Reader feel about him? Not much really. Their whole relationship was a transaction to them. I can’t emphasize how much of an apathetic bitch I wrote reader to be ya’ll I’m sorry. But in order for their harem to thrive they gotta turn a blind eye.

In terms of Horni Levels it’s uh - not so bad. Once he lost his virginity to you (yes you took his virginity) he found it to be the best stress relief and got addicted. But he’s also super respectful of your boundaries.

That was when you were originally dating though. He’d probably pound you to oblivion if you ever got back together. Pent up horni does that.

Actually, that event might not even need them getting back together. I won’t be surprised if current Justin just takes you even with his relationship with Darling.

For your favorite, Darling De Leon [yan good girl] . . .

⚠️THIS IS THE PART WHERE IT’S DEFINITELY DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.

Hella shy around you. You almost didn’t know she existed if it weren’t for her consistent placement as second. At least before Isabel came and Justin’s grades shot up.

She has a pretty shit past.

Has always been a little scared of you.

Extremely possessive. She had always been overshadowed by her siblings, and her time abroad without you had really shattered her self confidence. Although she’s deathly afraid her past actions would be revealed, she’s more scared of losing you to someone else.

She thought that by agreeing to date Justin, you’d think of him as disgusting for moving on so fast.

Definitely enjoyed her time on your lap a little too much.

Which brings me to Horni Levels.

If you think Justin is bad. Darling is just the worst out of all the yanderes. She’s the kinkiest one too. She has been saving herself for you, waiting for the time you corrupt her. Hoping that by that time, every obstacle has been removed.

The type to have you fuck her atop the corpses of her rivals kind of kinky. The type to fantasize about you using a knife and inserting in every way possible inside her type of kinky. The type of kinky to fuck your dead body or eat any and every part of you to fully make you two as one.

She’ll own you, dead or alive, one way or another.

How popular! reader feels about her is again, indifference. Maybe a little horni for her soft aesthetic and cute demeanor. Definitely plans to gobble her up once Justin is done playing pretend.

A character that hasn’t been mentioned yet is Isabel Labrador [yan! nerd]

Isabel used to go by the name Isaiah. She used to be pretty alright with being assigned male at birth until popular! reader suddenly announced one day that she’s more horni towards women.

She got disowned for transitioning, and like Darling, disappeared from your life for quite a bit that you forgot about her.

Similar to many of the harem members, she’s very pliant to your whims. She does many of the assignments and projects that aren’t worth your time or would lead to you lacking sleep.

Not like the professors assign you much.

A bit of a whiny brat. Used to be hella spoiled when she was younger so she’s a lot more outspoken when it comes to your sexual escapades. This leads to you beating her up the most out of everyone in the harem.

Popular! Reader is the only one who knows she’s a trans and is surprisingly very respectful about that part about her.

The two of you are mostly amicable.

Horni Levels: Pretty normal for a young adult. Loves to tease you by showing more skin sometimes. Though she always covers up when anyone else is in the picture.

Her hella religious upbringing made her pretty conservative about sex and all that but it’s often balls to the wall when they see you. Literally. Never knew she was into pegging til you took her one day.

How popular! reader feels about her? Mostly a means to an end. She’s the least careful when it comes to her simpery. It gets tiring having to discipline her every time but the angry sex makes up for it.

This one will be short since I plan on him and the rest to be minor characters. Nobody knows how Ricardo Peralta [yan! president] became the President with how much he hates your ass.

People who voted for him were probably like. ‘If a person who doesn’t even want [Y/N] became president. We won’t have a threat.’

Jokes on them he has more notes on you than the entire student body combined.

Boy is the Candace to your Phineas/Ferb. His entire mission is to bust your ass. (and for you to bust a nut in his-)

…

You don’t even know he exists.

LAST BUT NOT LEAST LET’S TALK ABOUT YOU.

It was almost as if you were made to be the apple of everyone’s eye. Not one person in campus could remember a time where they didn’t know you.

No, it was more like they didn’t want to. Why imagine a terrible era such as that?

A lot of the students from the college are spoiled brats that absolutely adored how cut throat you were. How you weren’t afraid to put them in their place unlike those push-overs they usually meet. Some were just drawn to your charisma and confidence.

Or well, just general fuckability.

People think you’re also rich but you just get a lot of stuff from the students with money.

Your birthday is a bloodbath and a half. You started celebrating it alone so that people wouldn’t see your reactions to the gifts. Both because you wanted to keep them guessing and ‘cause the person whose gift is liked will probably get murdered.

You have to routinely check for cameras or tracking devices.

It takes you every bit of your self control not to just twerk in front of the camera if not give it the finger by fucking someone who you know is innocent right in front of it. They don’t even get to see you properly in the angle.

You strategically use pussy as both a punishment and incentive.

It’s super effective!

It’s super effective.

You often use pussy to discipline or incentivize your harem. It’s super effective. At least, considering you haven’t been kidnapped and/or killed yet.

You’re a bit of a sadist.

Yeah you’re a bit of a sadist.

Popular! Reader uses pussy a lot to keep everyone in check. You’re used to giving your body away to get what you want that you’ve become numb to it.

No one is normal in this College. Not even you.

You don’t even know he exists.

#hns.ask💌 #Midnight Darling 💋 #ricardo was named after a street cat we adopted whose fur color basically makes him invisible #the cat in turn was named after that ricardo from that one filipino teleserye #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere ocs #yandere ocs x reader #yandere college ocs #yandere college characters #yandere imagine #yandere imagines #yandere fic #x reader #yandere harem #yandere harem x reader #yandere various x reader #harem x reader #various x reader #harem imagine #yandere blurbs #yandere headcannons #yandere drabble #yandere college headcannons

[apompkwrites]

imagine... (sibling edition) || dorm leaders

masterlist characters: riddle, leona, azul, kalim, vil, idia, malleus genre: angst contains: unhealthy sibling relationships, reader being compared to siblings, feelings of self-worth summary: a series of ideas involving the dorm leaders' possible relationship dynamics with a younger sibling. notes: so twst huh? i kinda wanna elaborate on some of these but only if you guys want it? i know it's not the normal stuff i write but twst brainrot has me good. also insp by luxaryllis :D

imagine being riddle's little sibling that becomes entirely reliant on their family's rules. you are so used to being told what to do that you never develop the skills to make decisions for yourself. you've memorized your mother's rules as well as the queen's in nrc's by heart. you live by those rules and once your brother (post overblot) tries to establish a real relationship with you, you don't know what to do.

cont. rules of a roseheart

imagine being leona's little sibling that is completely overshadowed by the two elder kingscholars. falena is highly praised for being the heir to the throne and the "most well-off kingscholar child". leona is often scolded and gossiped about being the lesser sibling, the one that shows no interest in the throne along with the ability to bring about a drought at will. and you, the last kingscholar that is scolded for not being as good as their older brother falena and for not being better than leona. all you know is comparison with no real sense of identity.

cont. the lesser kingscholar

imagine being azul's little sibling that forced themselves to grow up fast. you grew up watching your older brother hate how he looked and so you, in turn, hated how you looked. you forced yourself to grow up fast in the hopes that a) you would no longer look the way you did and b) protect your older brother from the people that bullied him relentlessly.

cont. the ashengrotto octopot

imagine being kalim's little sibling that, despite being spoiled just like the rest of your siblings, felt like you were nothing but a face in the crowd, both to kalim and your parents. not much you could do in a family with 32 children. no matter what you did, it was overshadowed by another of your siblings. you grew up believing that, whatever you did, there was always someone better than you.

cont. one of the asims

imagine being vil's little sibling that grows up despising the attention your family name gave you. you're expected to live up to your older brother's legacy, only to fall flat when they realize you lack... well, everything that he has. you try your hardest because you want to make your family proud, but no matter what it's always demeaned and you're told you won't amount to your brother's success.

cont. schoenheit stardom

imagine being idia's younger sibling that often hears how they should be more like ortho. you're told that you need to be the model child just like ortho is. and when you don't meet their expectations, you find yourself wishing that, whatever happened to ortho, happened to you instead. maybe then you could be a good child.

cont. the unwanted shroud

imagine being malleus's younger sibling that saw their brother as an untouchable figure. you grew up hearing that he was a terrifying person. he was terrifying in two ways, one being his magic and the other being his status. of course, it wasn't really your choice. it just sort of turned out that way, what with the duties he has.

cont. the royal draconias

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland headcanons #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland scenarios #twisted wonderland angst #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim al asim x reader #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia x reader

[wingsdippedingold]

Imagine being the prettiest sibling but you're overshadowed by your older sister because she's super controversial in your fandom. Some people think she's evil spawn while others love her for being clever and powerful. You also have a younger sibling who's typically a fan favorite, but you used to bully/ignore them. But you also have a cool character concept and people disregard your growth, and they hate on you being with one of your love interests despite them being really cool. You're also nicknamed the kingslayer.

fuck is this Jaime Lannister or Elain Archeron?

Wow SJM really stole another character 🙄

#anti sjm #elain archeron #pro elain

[ewanmitchelll]

Imagine Taylor Swift’s songs (XIII): Look What You Made Me Do.

Imagine you are the one to stand for Aemond Targaryen (before and) during the war.

Warnings: drama, angst, smut…

Warnings 2: long post.

Warnings 3: I do love Baela and Rhaena, but someone had to be the antagonist on the story. Don’t take it personal.

***

• Bonding under moonlights.

Even though you are an illegitimate Lannister, you are still a lioness nevertheless. Your father thus placed you amidst the royal court where you are raised under the guidance of Queen Alicent next to her children.

These are the circumstances when you meet him. Like Aemond, you are a sort of lonely child. You have succeeded in approaching Lady Helaena, but there are some barriers yet to transport. Others look at you like your surname and looks are nothing but an attempt to be acknowledged as noble, thus creating a resentment that hasn’t healed very well.

Aemond Targaryen hates to be in the shadows of his elder siblings, Aegon and Rhaenyra. Casted aside by his father and at times overlooked by his dearest mother, what else is there for him to do but occupy himself with books and swords?

Going to his tasks, Aemond is distracted of his melancholic thoughts at the sight of you.

“Lady Y/N”, he doesn’t know what draws him to you, but here he is. “What are you doing under the cork tree?”

“I am reading the history of Dorne”, you respond him, barely paying him attention as you don’t remove your eyes off the old parchment you hold in hands.

Aemond folds his arms.

“What could possibly interest you about it?”

Finally he has your attention and when you look up, Aemond finds the color that paints your irises quite mesmerizing to admire.

“Women there played a great deal in their history. But what interests me is not Nymeria, but overshadowed women who are not registered here.”

“And how do you know they are part of the history?”

Aemond sits next to you, captivated by your wit. On your turn, you are pleased that someone has been genuinely listening to what you have to say.

“Because the chronicler mentions damsels using poisons and other weapons few would use to achieve their purposes.” And then you side smirk with confidential air at him. “I do not mean seduction, though, but the use of brain.”

“I like you”, he decides. “You are more interesting than I’d have judged.”

You laugh.

“I am pleased to have found in you a friend. But doesn’t my bastardy status below your judgement?”

“No”, he shrugs his shoulders. “Like I said, I like you.”

“Likewise, my lord.”

This day, you and Aemond Targaryen become inseparable companions.

***

• I don't like your little games. Don't like your tilted stage. The role you made me play of the fool. No, I don't like you…

As the days pass, turn in weeks, you follow Lord Aemond and his family everywhere. At Dragonstone, this bond you share with the Greens, in particular with the overshadowed prince, is certainly about to deepen…

“I don’t have a dragon”, Aemond confides you once, frustrated.

This afternoon, you two are walking at the beach. It’s a cloudy day and when no one was looking, you’d ran to it, away of boring ceremonies. And no one bothered to notice you two were missing.

“One day you will”, you assure him, smiling gently. “Why are you in such a hurry, Aemond?”

Aemond doesn’t answer at first. When looking at you, he knows you are reliable, but a part of him worries about being seen as feeble and fragile, vices he despises.

You, on the other hand, are now familiar with his long silences to know what is his thinking. Turning at him, you say:

“Do you take me as someone like Aegon?”

Aemond cannot help a chuckle. You are pleased to have made him smile.

“No, of course not”, the absurd of the comparison of such different individuals amuses the prince.

Before he can knock his pride down, however, Baela and Rhaella, the twins, are spotted nearby. It’s the elder of the pair that comes with an expression that doesn’t please you. Aemond can tell there’s an unspoken rivalry between the two of you, since your smile has been wiped out of your face.

Curiously, he is the one to hold your wrist and advice you prudence. Despite enjoying how close he is to you, you say:

“She’s often telling bad things about you, my prince. How can you ask me this?”

Aemond is surprised to find in you a defender, never expecting loyalty from anyone, in fact. This moves him more than. He is awkwardly silent as Baela says:

“Well, well. If it’s not the curb and the green prince who has no dragon to claim his. Has rejection been the reason why you bond with this bastard, Aemond?”

He clenches his jaw whilst your sharp tongue rolls loose.

“Are you this insecure of your father’s affections that you feel the need to tease us? I thought you’d be better than this, Baela.”

She laughs a quiet, but hardly cold laughter. It isn’t difficult to see she’s come prepared for a fight.

“A project of lion thinks to be equal to a dragon? You have nothing to claim yours.”

This is an offense against which you haven’t shielded yourself to, and Aemond stands, aware of how sensitive this topic is to you.

“Leave her alone, Baela. What harm has she done you? You are nothing without your mother. Where has she gone to? Oh, right. She died and is not here to defend you. Fuck off.”

That being said, he breaks the way through the shocked twins and, locking hands with you, pulls you out of their sight.

“Thank you for protecting me”, you whisper, struggling not to tear up in front of your savior prince.

Aemond smiles shyly at you.

“Anything for my lioness.”

He turns at you and wipes a stubborn tear out of your right eye. You swallow a sob before holding him tight.

“You are my favorite dragon in the world.”

The prince laughs quietly, but because he’s rocking you in his arms, you miss the pink that creeps on his cheeks.

“I doubt that, but I appreciate it, Y/Nickname.”

It’s when he spots the largest dragon he’s ever seen. In this friendly silence where one provides company to the other, Aemond Targaryen feels brand new when deciding that Vhagar is the dragon he’s about to reclaim. And he knows how’s he going to do that.

***

You should be sleeping but something keeps you restless. Moved by a bad feeling, you leave your bed and quickly change gowns without the need of awaking a lady for helping you thus.

It’s when you spot him. This is the same corridor that links different privy chambers on the same floor, therefore it shouldn’t be surprising that you and Aemond meet.

What is shocking is that one has no knowledge of the other’s purpose in this late night.

“Y/N”, he whispers, wide eyed. “What on seven hells are you doing?”

“I couldn’t sleep”, you whisper back. “What about you? Where do you think you’re going?”

“How convenient that you are restless”, he mocks you. “Really, go back to sleep.”

You fold your arms, narrowing your eyes.

“Now what are you thinking about doing?”

Aemond hisses, impatient. Fearful of getting caught and thus have his plans ruined, the prince sees there’s little option other than telling you about his intentions. Or rather show you.

“Come with me”, he holds your wrist, and you, surprised, just follow his steps.

Quietly, Aemond and you leave the comfort of the castle to venture into the unknown. It’s been like this with this prince, always following in his mad plans, somewhat his partner when he’s not around Aegon.

Usually, you are not frightened. However, when seeing where he’s taking you, you dare to break the tension by saying:

“Aemond… is it wise to reclaim Vhagar?” Only recently has the lady Laena Velaryon died and even though dragon is no one’s property or inheritance, it’s been expected that Rhaena was to become the next rider.

The obstinacy in the prince’s eyes promptly answers your question.

“Stay here. No harm will fall upon us.”

So suddenly you feel like a little girl, not a young damsel ready to blossom into a woman.

“Aemond. I’m scared.”

The silver haired young male turns at you and, holding your hands with his, he says:

“Have I ever failed you, my lady?”

“No. Never.”

“Then trust in me.”

You nod, watching him go. Your eyes are set on the bravest man you’ve ever known, your only friend of the world who now you fear to lose. There he is, with only you and the moonlight as witnesses, boldly moving towards the ancient beast who lived days that are only recorded in dust pages.

The companion of Meraxes and Balerion who witnessed the twilight of Valyria and helped subduing Seven Kingdoms under the authority of Aegon and his sisters, watches Aemond with suspicious eyes.

The boy is careful, but trembles. Even you can spot his vulnerability. You hold your breath when seeing the fire coming from the old dragon’s throat, as if the creature looks down on Aemond with disdain.

You wish you could defend him, stand for your friend like he did to you. But this is his moment, so you oblige yourself to stay still.

“By the Gods…”, you whisper.

You don’t capture his words, but you are bracing yourself in close to excitement when Vhagar bows her head to Aemond.

“Aemond…”, you watch, baffled. “You are the great Vhagar’s rider.”

But he doesn’t fly it. Not yet. Aemond waves at you and, in spite of your fears, you follow him like always.

Soon, both of you fly the highest skies and you have to be careful not to awake Dragonstone with your screams.

• Bad Blood

I don't like your perfect crime. How you laugh when you lie. You said the gun was mine.Isn't cool, no, I don't like you (oh!)

“There’ll be consequences”, you tell him the next morning as soon as you two meet for the breakfast.

“And?”

“Aemond”, the panic in your voice gets his attention. “Do not be silly.”

“I won’t. But if you ask me to give up…”

You put your index over his lips, surprising him for this bold move.

“Don’t you dare to twist my words. I’d die for you if needed. I only worry over you, is all.”

Aemond blushes, his heart racing at the proximity of you. He wishes to hold your hand and say more, but you are interrupted as the Queen’s lady of bedchambers requires your presence at the dining room.

The main problem comes, however, later. You and Aemond have just left Vhagar, laughing quietly to yourselves, when Baela, followed by her twin sister and the Velaryon boys, comes at you.

“How dare you to reclaim Vhagar?!”

“Leave him alone!”, you stand in front of him and push her away.

“This contend is with him, bastard, not you”, she retorts.

It’s a mess that has consequences for a near future. There are mutual provocations, but all goes to a point where words give space to action.

To defend your friend, your forget your manners and push Baela to the floor all the whilst Lucerys hits Aemond. A whole mess that ends with the prince losing an eye.

“Aemond!”, you cry out. “Look what you did to him!”

You show your teeth like a lioness preparing to defend her cubs. But even Baela could tell that this has gone too far.

The prince, though hurting, doesn’t shed a tear. What he does, however, is a lot more meaningful. He finds comfort in you, hugging you tight.

The bad blood is done. And the lioness roars.

***

• The Wheel Of (Mis)Fortune.

The world moves on, another day another drama, drama. But not for me, not for me, all I think about is karma. And then the world moves on, but one thing's for sure. Maybe I got mine, but you'll all get yours

Years have gone by since Queen Alicent confronted Lady Rhaenyra for the wrongs her son suffered by her own son. The tensions between the two parts of the king’s family have never overcome, and the only end to it, some say, is by force.

Whilst no one publicly acknowledges it, Aemond stills finds comfort in your company, far more attached to you than ever.

As you are sewing quietly at Helaena’s bedchambers, you miss how your favorite prince slides in it silently.

“I thought you had better ears”, he teases you. “I came in and greeted my sister, but you didn’t come up to greet me.”

When you lift your gaze, Aemond’s lips twist in a wide smile. Your face brightens completely at him, followed by a crimson that paints your cheeks. You stand and forgetting your place, promptly hold him in your arms.

“Oh Aemond!”, and he chuckles at it, appreciating your fondness more than reason conceives it. “I was just minding my own business. I’m glad to seeing you again. When shall we ride Vhagar?”

Aemond contemplates you before forming an answer to your inquiry. You’ve grown to a fine woman over the last six years with a very long y/c hair that falls in a cascade of curls over your back when you don’t tie them in a braid according to fashion. Your y/c eyes remain vivid and your full lips display a very charming smile whenever he’s around you.

The gowns you wear, usually yellow gold to honor your house or green on behalf of his, reinforce your curves, awakening in him unknown desires that he, however, transferred—momentarily, to his frustration—to certain damsels that can never replace you.

At times he pursuits that kind of household where he can have a lady who resembles you, but even that… is pictured imperfectly. When seeing you right here, right now, all else is forgotten.

Though he wishes to rise you as more than a long time friend, he doesn’t know how—and in truth he’s fearful of doing it because of his parents. Sweeping away the great impact family has over him, lord Aemond puts his hands behind his back and says:

“Is it prudent to carry you with me, Y/N? We are no longer children.”

“Aemond… That is unfair”, you pout. “Vhagar likes me, don’t deny it.”

He throws his head back and laughs. How can someone like you have this effect over him so easily?

“I wish you stopped making difficult for me to refuse you anything.”

You giggle happily. At times Aemond believes there’s a spark in your eyes that almost makes him think you two are in the same boat.

“Nothing gladdens me more than this!”

Queen Alicent, who’s been pretending to occupy herself with Helaena, decides to break the thread carefully.

“My dearest Y/N, we should speak for a moment. I do not think wise to fly with my son this day. Lord Boromund has an interest in courting you”, she says nonchalantly.

“She is what?”, Aemond’s quiet anger surprises you both.

Then Helaena whispers:

“In blood and fire, lights desire; before inevitability, lies such tragedy wherefore swords will be drawn by those once judged to be fool pawns.”

No one, except perhaps Aemond who gives her a puzzle look, pays her attention.

“If my queen wishes, I am here to be mindful of my duties as usually.”

“No”, Aemond looks angrily at you. “I forbid you to marry this man.”

Alicent sighs, impatiently so.

“Aemond, she is not a toy for you to play with. This is the destiny of every noblewoman, whether you consent or not.”

To your disappointment, Aemond says nothing and retires, leaving you there, masking wishful thinkings you never thought you had…

*

In the midst of particular dramas, another comes. You are present when the king gathers all his family. To Aemond’s discontentment, Lord Jacaerys asks you for a dance.

You blush violently at this unexpected request, not taken seriously by all, and one exchange of glances with Aemond is enough to make clear of your thoughts. But before he could interfere, it’s Helaena, your sweet dispositioned friend, who encourages your dancing. And how can you deny her anything?

“If it pleases my lady”, you say and you accept the lord’s hand.

As you two dance, however, you come to find that his request has not only displeased your dearest Aemond, but Lady Baela as well.

“I did not know”, she mentions in a tone that you can hear, “that we are welcoming bastards amongst the line.”

“Some of them are Strong enough to inherits great deals of properties”, muses Aemond on your behalf.

It is the spark that no one needed. Like when it happened in your early girlhood, a fight starts amidst the family and despite being frightened, you try to pull Aemond apart.

“Aemond, please”, you plead him, and only when seeing the look on your face he’s prevented punching his nephew on his nose.

He grumbles something inaudible, but acquiesces to you. Later, you go after him and take him to the gardens so you can have some privacy.

“My lady, you should not meddle in businesses that are not yours”, says Aemond in his typical husky voice the moment you are walking near the fountain that is set at the center of the gardens.

“Well, excuse my bad temper, lord, but lions do not fret anyone”, you scoff at him. “I shall always stand for you, is this so hard for your pride to accept?”

“Yes, it is!”

“How so?”, you put your hands at your waist, looking offended.

“Because it should be the other way around. I must defend your honor as it is”, Aemond speaks vehemently, turning at you so close that you hold your breath. “You are the most precious thing that could have happened to me, my lady.”

…and I do not want to lose you. Words that die in his throat, but you see them behind his purple eye. Very gently, you put your hand over his face, delicately lifting your fingers to cross his good and bad eyes.

“I lament most deeply I was not able to protect you the way you should”, you whisper.

“You protected me more than my own relatives ever did”, Aemond whispers taking your face in his. “Marry me, Y/N. I cannot not live without you.”

As you caress his cheeks, Aemond sees sadness rising behind your eyes.

“I am a bastard, my lord. However noble I may be, my illegitimate status makes me unsuitable for you.”

“No”, he clenches his jaw. “This is not acceptable. I vow before the Gods, who stand as witnesses before us, that we will be lawfully married whether they like it or not.”

Saying so, he finally presses his lips against yours, and you kiss him with no protest, easily giving all you have to him. This rogue prince takes it thus, loving you the same.

But the wheel’s fortune has a price that must be paid. It all begins when Aemond’s taste for vengeance, risen in the form of resentment, leads him break the Baratheon’s hospitality. The result of it? Lucerys is dead.

By the time news start to spread, you are eventually involved in this confused web. The Velaryons hold a dislike of you, particularly the twins, and during Aemond’s absence, you are Baela’s target.

You are just going back from the gardens, carrying with you a letter written by your father, who, concerned about the Greyjoy’s attacks against Lannisport, asks you to find solace amidst the Green Party—and since they are all aligned together, it’s better to stay where you are.

You wait for Aemond’s arrival, daydreaming when bad news reach you.

“Here you are… The cub who wants to be a lion, but fails to be in every single attempt”, her familiar voice gets you chills. “Who are you without your kinslayer? Nothing but a curb.”

“What offense have I given you to bring so freely this contend, my lady?”, you have heard whispers, but you know your prince wouldn’t do it… or would he? Regardless, you remain a shadow of your father: a proud lioness. Lady Johanna had long taken you as hers, but this never changed the fact your mother was your father’s mistress before their union.

“Your association inspires me nothing but loath”, she speaks with rage. “Your prince took everything from me! Therefore I shall take what he holds most dear!”

You do not cry out, aware how exposed you are now.

“What would you know of duty and sacrifice? Always following your pride, always being the shadow of others that are not you!”, she spits poisonous words that threat your self stability. “You fail to see that you are not Targaryen. You are nothing!”

Perhaps if you were prompted to rage like Baela is, you’d throw your claws right to her face. You’d throw her down, missing the secret dagger she possesses, and probably die as a result of self defense.

Perhaps if you were as passionate as Aemond, you’d be a victim of yourself—and a lamb trapped in this dragon’s cave.

But you take the offenses coldly.

“You will not bring me down, Lady Baela”, though your voice is embargoed, you show no tears. “You will hear me roar.”

And just like that you straighten your skirts and leave your enemy behind. The war has begun, you know, as you shake to the core.

However, later that day, you find some excuse not to supper with the new queen and king. Therefore you hide at your favorite spot: the library. Omitted by shadows, you allow your tears roll down.

Oh, the price you pay for loving a star that is too high to grasp!

***

• War

But I got smarter, I got harder in the nick of time (nick of time). Honey, I rose up from the dead, I do it all the time (I do it all the time). I got a list of names, and yours is in red, underlined. I check it once, then I check it twice, oh!

As soon as he doesn’t see you at the table with the queen and her remaining ladies, Aemond knows where you are. Ignoring his mother’s scowling, he has little time to deal with his dysfunctional family.

His father has just recently passed away, but he’s been a ghost for remainder of his life. Therefore what’s to grieve? Where Lucerys is concerned, however, here’s where remorse cannot find its grave.

But worse than all is the fear of losing you. If his mistake has reached you…

“Y/N”, his voice comes softer and you are startled for not expecting his presence. “What happened? You are not dining with my family. Is it because of…?”

Something in your eyes and in the form of how you grip tight on him leads the prince to think this is more than just about him.

“Before I explain myself, I must know. Who brought you to tears like this?”, he lifts your chin and strokes your cheek with his long fingers. “My sweet lioness, who hurt you? Was it Aegon? That son…”

“No”, you sob. “I’m sorry. This is not how you should see me. I… I should better look after…”

“Y/N Hill”, he speaks sternly. “Tell me what happened.”

And you eventually do. Aemond growls low once he is reported of what succeeded whilst he was gone.

“This is outrageous!”, the prince exclaims, furious. “They cannot… they cannot!”

“I am unworthy of being at your presence, lord. If you excuse me…”

“No. I do not!”, Aemond looks offended at your suggestion. “My sweet Y/N, by offending your honor, these Velaryons offend mine. I know I should not have done any harm that befell my nephew, but what they are doing… it has no excuse.”

Wiping away your tears, he whispers now, calmly so:

“Remember when I vowed I’d always protect you? I intend to keep this oath.” Brushing his lips against yours, the prince whispers. “You will be my lady wife, Y/N.”

“There is no need to do out of pity, Aemond”, you lean onto him, detesting the fragility that is open with your vulnerability.

In other circumstances, Aemond would get mad at you for such nonsense. However, he knows what’s behind this insecurity. Patiently, the prince takes your hand and presses a kiss on each finger before pursuing your lips.

It’s a delicate and slow pairing of tongues dancing in the same rhythm. With his hands cupping your face, your fears are soon fought away, and you feel at ease again.

“I love you”, you mumble against his ear. “With every breath of my being, I will always be yours.”

“I am a murderer, Y/N”, it is his time to open up about his own wounds. “How can you love a monster like me? Unloved by those who make me, you must surely not considering giving your heart to me.”

“I take you as you are: a hurt prince, whose pride was bent to the will of others. You are who you are, and though bad actions are not excused, they do not define you. I know the real you, lord, and this is suffice to say.”

That night, a broken shelf is buried. But one mended rises from the ashes…

*

Before the silver prince wages wars on behalf of his brother, who takes the name of Aegon, the second of his name, he makes you Lady Y/N of House Targaryen.

A secret ceremony that has two siblings present, one of which is his favored sister, the Queen Helaena.

“I’ve always seen this day would come. What a shame is that sad circumstances brought us tied. I wish merrier were those instead”, and she engulfs you in her sweet embrace, one of the kind she rarely gives anyone at all. “Difficult days lay ahead, hold firm to your faith stead. Be ready to roar, or there’ll be an uproar.”

Ambiguous words are heard, making you uneasy. But there is more to consider than what truly lies behind it. All you want now is your husband.

“I cannot believe we are here together”, you smile at him, contemplating his full handsomeness at its length.

There is no bedding ceremony, but consummation ought to happen nonetheless. Here you two are in a secret bedchamber, provided by the queen after her trusted High-Sparrow blessed your union with lord Aemond.

“We are”, he removes his eye patch, exposing the sapphire that occupies the globe removed thanks to the fatidic events of almost a decade ago. “Do you think I’d let go of you?”

In saying so, he looks at you up and down, pleased to see you blush. The prince’s hands leave your oval face and slide to your neck and shoulders, gently turning you on your back so he starts to untie your hair and unlace your gown.

“You have always been so beautiful”, he leans into your ear, whispering hotly as his hands play with your y/c curls before removing your heavy gown. “My lady, object of my deepest affections, I could never tolerate that you were not mine.”

You throw your head back, eyes closed as you enjoy his caressing, his kisses, his loving gestures to you.

His words awake unholy thoughts and desires in you, sentiments such that have been repressed on behalf of duty throughout these years.

And when you turn at him, you clash your lips onto his, working hard to toss away the weight of his robes.

“Let me taste the fire of dragon, husband”, you beg him.

Aemond doesn’t need much before he complies to your desires. He lies you down, careful in tending your newly found needs before his mouth moves hungrily against your hardened nipples. As you whimper in response, he parts your legs and there places his fingers to treat your womanhood kindly.

“My wife”, he moans against your lips, shivering at your touch, as you bury your nails against his back.

Sounds soon echo in the chambers and there is nothing but divine pleasure that binds one body to the other.

“Husband!”, you lift your legs, wrapping them around this handsome and devilish prince who now moves within you painfully slowly, locking hands with you.

As his eyes hold yours, his long and messy hair fall over his body, you could not have a better vision. Aemond side smirks in turn, aware of how positively he effects you, merging in the waters of your soul and there getting lost when kissing your lips passionately.

***

• Dragons & Lions

I don't trust nobody and nobody trusts me. I'll be the actress starring in your bad dreams… I'm sorry, but the old Taylor can't come to the phone right now. Why? Oh, 'cause she's dead! Ooh, look what you made me do…

Court has become the household of distrust and paranoia. Hence why Aemond and you flew to Harrenhal, a rumored haunted castle dated before Aegon I’s conquest.

It’s there you and your husband, with no fear of being seen as lawfully married now, make it your new home.

Despite being your new home, it doesn’t mean it’s safe. There had been spotted different dragons, some of which are associated with Rhaenyra’s party. It’s when a strange idea comes at you.

“Lord husband”, you are dressed today in a dark green velvet gown with two long loose braids as you slide discreetly into his meeting salon. “May we have a word?”

As much as you have contended yourself with the daily tasks of looking after a household, that willful side of yours has never really been tamed.

He quickly lifts his face out of the geographical map of the Seven Kingdoms brought to him by a local maesters. Today, your silver prince has a few buttons open in his white shirt, wearing black leather pants all the whilst exhibiting a green silk cape. His messy hair is tied in a poorly made braid.

When your gazes meet, fire threatens to spark.

“Lady wife”, he greets you formally before dismissing his councillors. “To what do I owe you the honor?”

“I heard news about the Velaryons dragons”, you go straight to the point, ignoring the lust that is dancing behind his purple eye. This favorite gown of yours has been unusually tied, therefore pressing your boobs and making them look bigger. “I want to ride one myself.”

Aemond is promptly distracted of his desires before this suggestion. He throws his head back and then looks at you, baffled.

“I’m sorry, what?”

“There are wild dragons here in Westeros. If being proper trained, I can ride one.”

“My beloved wife”, Aemond chuckles. “Do you hear yourself? Only a Targaryen by blood may ride a dragon.”

This small detail hits you hard. But before disappointment takes the best of you, Aemond takes you by your waist and says:

“I know how well you meant. No one sees better than me the efforts you’ve been paying to help the cause of my brother, which is mine by extension”, he kisses your neck. “I’m sure there’ll be other utilities… I remember the day you told me that not only seduction is a feminine weapon.”

In reference to the day you were reading the Dornish stories of war, where damsels were excellent archers during the conflicts waged by Nymeria, you soon begin to work your brain out.

“I have a solution indeed, husband.” But the moment your lips slowly begin to spread in a smile, is when his disappears.

“Please tell me you are not doing any nonsense, Y/N…”

As you gently rub his manhood with your hands, you whisper in his ear:

“Do not think of such matters, husband.”

When his eyes barely close, you are distracted by the erection you helped causing him. When sliding to your knees, your mind goes instantly blank. There is no space for war to be thought when you and him need a moment to… relax.

***

You are brushing your hair when Aemond atores in the privy chambers, getting yourself startled.

“What’s wrong, Aemond?”

“Lord Daemon Targaryen is flying over and destiny impels me to face him”, he says, trying not to look so nervous at such prospect. “Y/N, if any casualty results of this meeting, you better ride discreetly back to Casterly Rock.”

“What are you saying? Nay, husband! I shall not forsake you…”

But one finger over your lips is enough to silent your protests. Despite the sadness in his semblance, this rogue prince carries on:

“Please, my love. Leave aside your stubbornness at least this time.”

He can read a frantic protest in your eyes that never make to your tongue because he shushes you with a fervent kiss. Unbeknownst to both, this evening is promising to be wild…

“At least may I have you with me…”, you cannot fathom saying “one last time”. You do not wish to feed your storming thoughts with more fuel to crackle inside before the idea of losing him.

���I wish I could”, he holds your face with his hands. “Stay safe, my lady.”

“Do not leave me alone in this world”, you kiss his lips passionately.

*

Barely the rogue prince leaves you to wage a war where future ahead lies uncertain, you start to feel sick. Attended by your own ladies, you seem to think it’s this bloody circumstance that leaves you in such an unwell state.

However, a maid of your trust named Daella says:

“My lady, when was the last time your rules broke?”

The realization of it suddenly makes you faint.

*

“More dragons are coming”, you hear the castle lord charged to be responsible for you during the absence of your husband, say. “This confirms the castle is cursed.”

“No”, moved by a strange inspiration, you leave aside the comfort of your bed. In these past days you’ve been feeling sick due to the absence of your cherished rebellious prince, but also because of your newly discovered pregnancy. Nonetheless you cannot remain restless. “Dragons have been defeated before.”

The said lord looks at you as if you’ve gone mad.

“What are you suggesting, my lady?”

“That we reproduce the weapons the Dornish used to knock Meraxes out”, and then you lift your head. “I may be a bastard, lord, but I am still a lioness. And these dragons will hear me roar.”

*

Dressed in the colors of your husband and your house, plus bearing a silver coat underneath your silk gown, and with your long locks tied in a braid, you mount your white mare.

Today, you are defending this cursed castle. Checking the men placed in secret spots everywhere, you ask your page to fetch the beast. Whilst he does, you turn to your men and deliver them a speech:

“Archers, prepare yourselves! By unfortunate circumstances we are brought to this war so disgraced through the eyes of Gods. A sister who should respect the natural order of the things brings us chaos! A daughter who fights her father, a wife turned against her husband! Is this the world we want to live in?”

You pause, bearing in mind the example of your stepmother. You wisely ignore that she has switched sides to the Black party.

“This is not only my home but yours! This is not a fight for me and my own, the husband I am devoted to, but for your relatives, your wives and children, your elderly!”

Wind seems to blow your words away and behind the archers there are men carrying swords and holding their shields. No matter the preoccupation of your ladies and the noblemen there set to protect you, you insisted in putting your plan to work.

A dragon howls through the electric air. Dark clouds rumble against the other, announcing storm. But neither you nor your men tremble before it.

“This is the moment! Cavalry, prepare yourselves! Archers, it’s time!”

You spot your enemy flying high. Flames are set closer, but not enough. Your page tries to dissuade you of your plan, but you stand still.

“On my counting!”, you yell.

Your ladies watch above the castle, fearful for you. But you are not afraid. For the first time in a lifetime, you feel who you really are.

A lioness set to defend her adopted family.

“ONE!”

Arrows are set in between two fingers, bows are raised to a certain direction whilst Baela and her dragon fly to you.

“TWO!”

A lioness prepared to wage her war not only for herself, but for her husband, the man the world loathes but you love with all he has within—you see his vices and virtues, taking as who he really is—and nothing you’d do differently to keep him.

You wage this war for your unborn child, the fruit of the long lasting love you and Aemond have.

But you are also wounded—and there’s nothing worse than a wounded lion. It’s said they attack fiercest when hurt.

“THREE!”

A rain of arrows flies high above. Baela tries to dissociate from it, but at what cost?

Out of the grand iron door, a partial army prepares to break in. You instruct your men to stand for it. But in the meanwhile, arrows are aimed against the flying beast which is, thankfully, not as big as Caraxes or Vhagar.

Part of you doesn’t realize how dangerous it is what you are doing, but another doesn’t conceive to do otherwise.

“Look what you made me do, Baela”, you whisper to yourself as you aim the beast as she prepares to burn you alive. “We could have been friends, but no one tames a lioness.”

And here your roar is set to echo not only through the air, but times.

The said cursed castle again stands. And a bastard may be a bastard, but you are a lioness nonetheless.

Difficult days lay ahead, hold firm to your faith stead. Be ready to roar, or there’ll be an uproar…

***

Aemond’s whereabouts remains a mystery. To your consternation, seven days go by since you two parted days.

You send messengers to chase after him and the news that start to arrive are not good.

“Vhagar was seen falling down the ocean”, you are told.

“Bloody hell!”, you cry out. “Prepare the horse! I will find out myself!”

You are injured—you got yourself some hurt when fighting the men outside the gates of Harrenhal after defeating your sworn enemy, or at least defending yourself of some who tried to take you away—but proud. Disregarding others preoccupation, you are decided to look for him.

It’s when he comes for you.

Iron doors are open and a very harmed prince, partially burnt and in open wounds, comes in.

“Wife. I was defeated.”

That being said, he loses his conscience and falls out.

***

Lord Daemon managed to perforate Aemond’s lungs and ribs through sword before dropping the man out of Vhagar after Caraxes overcame Vhagar. He doesn’t remember what happened next, except that a priest of this Red God has rescued him.

“He told me I could go back safe and sound under this strange deity’s protection. All I’d have to do was advocating for his cause in case we won.”

No one knows Lord Daemon’s whereabouts in turn. Some say he died with the kinslayer, his nephew, others that the man flew with Caraxes to the East… especially after the death of Rhaenyra.

You don’t want to know your husband’s enemy’s fate either, nor show interest in their offspring. What matters is to know Aemond’s here and well, so are Aegon and Helaena, as well as Daeron and their mother.

The Greens have won.

“You are here”, you cuddle onto him. “This is more important. I also have some news to tell…”

But you are interrupted when Aemond spots some wounds in your arms. He soon regains his old energy and demands to know what on earth has caused scars that he’d never seen before.

You sigh, aware that he’s about to blow when being told of your… imprudence.

“Y/N!”, and like you predicted, he is baffled by your daring moves. “I told you to stay inside!”

“And you would have found me dead and burnt, my sweet husband”, you snap back. “I had to defend us, to stand for our unborn child like a lioness does.”

This changes everything. Aemond stares at you, in between awe and perplexity.

“You said…”

“Had you not been stubborn, this is what I would have told you first. We are expecting”, you beam delightedly.

He carefully rolls over you, planting kisses all over your face.

“I love you, my lioness. There is nothing I wouldn’t do for you, my defender.”

Aemond smiles like a puppy dragon and you melt in his arms. Nose against nose, you rest your forehead against his as your hands are locked.

“We are victors, my darling.”

“We are”, you purr under his touch, eyes closing as you feel his strong arms around you. “We are…”

As you fall asleep you miss the contentment displayed in Aemond’s eyes when gazing at you. He strokes your face and hair, unwilling to share that he’d died, in fact, but was brought back to life.

He doesn’t wish to worry you, guilty at times for leaving you behind and opening the way for your recklessness. However, he’s proud of you all the same. He’d always known of your staunch loyalty towards him, how you truly turned into a fiery lioness to stand for him.

“My wife”, he hums in your ear, pressing a gentle kiss over your temple. “My savior.”

A tear rolls down his cheek. He will never leave you like this again…

***

• Epilogue

Not every battle came to an end. You’d still have yours to go through. Worse is for Aemond to be left waiting whilst you are going through your confinement.

“Have some faith, brother”, says Daeron. “It doesn’t usually go beyond six hours.”

“It’s been three hours!”, scowls Aemond. “Not to mention I was forbidden for seeing her for about a month!”

“This is a feminine procedure. Speak to mother about it.”

“Why did she have to meddle? We were doing great at Harrenhal.”

Daeron laughs quietly at his tantrum before reclining against the wall and saying:

“I’ve heard about the battle of Harrenhal, by the way. She is every inch a Lannister.”

“She is”, Aemond agrees, a proud glint seen behind his purple gaze. “Headstrong and proud, but a lioness like Lady Johanna.”

No one speaks any further when silence suddenly hangs in between the brothers. It is possible to hear cries from inside and it’s when door opens. Helaena, gleefully in her usual self, shows up and announces:

“Another pair of twins to match mine! Aegon shall espouse sweet Jaehaera! Mark my words!”

Aemond isn’t sure whether he laughs or scoffs at this provision. He smiles when being engulfed in an embrace by his sister.

“Thank you for giving me these news! Twins too? By the Seven!”, he chuckles.

Before he can ask for further information, Helaena pushes him inside. Aemond finds you in a puddle of sweat, long hair messed as you insist breast feeding your babies, much to Alicent’s consternation.

“Mother”, Aemond greets the former queen first, amused when seeing the reason why his beloved women are disagreeing. “Must you always meddle?”

“I was only trying to do what’s best for your wife”, she smiles weakly. “These are beautiful children, Aemond. Another pair of twins.”

The prince presses a kiss over his mother’s temple, holding back his own emotion. Then he takes a seat by your side, admiring you and the children you hold.

“I named our boy Aegon after the Conqueror and your brother”, you explain with a lazy smile. “However, I took the liberty on naming the princess after my stepmother, Johanna.”

“Those are good names”, Aemond smirks at you, kissing your forehead. “We are a family now, aren’t we? Who’d have thought we came to this, my princess?”

As he looks down on you, you feel your face burn. One exchange of glances is enough.

“Look what you made me do”, you giggle quietly. “A lioness who roars in fire and blood.”

He chuckles.

“That is the woman I married to.”

Sealing vows, you kiss in perfect harmony.

#ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #house targaryen #taylor swift #aemond targaryen smut #look what you made me do #reputation

[aoki553]

an excuse i often see with kuusuke haters is that "he was a bad brother because he made kusuo compete against him constantly and called him a monster"

NOW... imagine if everything you did, no matter how great, was always overshadowed by your sibling who did the same thing effortlessly. kuusuke developing an obsession with competing against his little brother came from being constantly brought down the moment kusuo was born.

imagine having to life 12 years of your life knowing you'll never be good enough, bringing yourself down without realizing it. his mind is already far greater than everyone, but he's nothing by the standard kusuo set for him unconsciously.

he can never get to kusuo's level and he can't cope with that.

i mean he kinda did. by escaping his home at 14 to study in college on the other side of the world.

yes, kusuo was a kid and this is all for gags, but if we're treating this manga so seriously, kuusuke deserves an apology and kusuo should take responsibility.

kusuo is not the victim, kuusuke is.

#alex rambles #saiki kuusuke #kuusuke saiki #kusuo saiki #saiki kusuo no ψ nan #saiki kusuo #saiki kusuo no psi nan #saiki k #tdlosk #the disastrous life of saiki k

[smhalltheurlsaretaken]

Obi-Wan surviving the Death Star has now become infinitely more interesting as an AU tbh!!

Leia would likely allow herself to be a lot more emotionally vulnerable about Alderaan and her parents all while being more than slightly annoyed that she has to share Ben with this random farm boy who's latched onto *her* old tired beat up Jedi - up to the point she figures out Luke is her brother of course. Because with how discerning Leia is, there's absolutely no way Obi-Wan would ever be able to hide that he's not telling her the full truth about Luke (and probably Vader). I imagine Luke would feel very overwhelmed and probably more than a bit overshadowed, because suddenly he's got a brilliant sister who has a prior relationship with the guy he thought he was going to be mentored by, and he's obviously going to compare himself to her constantly and that might hinder his own growth a bit (they'd overcome it of course, probably bond over being suddenly orphaned adoptees, but imagine learning that LEIA ORGANA is your sister and also bffs with the old hermit you wanted to adopt as your weird uncle). 

I feel like Obi-Wan having to juggle Luke's training, supporting Leia as a General, helping them both navigate their newfound sibling relationship and listening to Leia rant about how annoying Han is - all of that with Qui-Gon making comments, Chewie commiserating and R2 being a menace - has unparalleled comedic potential.

#obi-wan kenobi #luke skywalker #leia organa #han solo #chewbacca #r2-d2 #qui-gon jinn #a new hope #kenobi show #kenobi series #obi-wan show

[morvith]

I stumbled on this post by @velvet4510 : "If Míriel had lived, would Fëanor still have followed the same dark path?"

I voted "no" because so much of Fëanor was shaped by his abandonment issues.

...pause for a moment as I contemplate Fëanor growing up well-adjusted.

But, let us imagine for a moment a perfect word.

A world where Miriel doesn't die after giving birth to Fëanor and Finwë still gets his large family (The other children of Finwë will maintain their original name for clarity’s sake)

So Miriel does not die, but the birth still leaves her fragile. It takes her a long time to recover and decide that she wants to try again, so much that there is a big age difference between Fëanor and Fingolfin

Which, not that unusual among Elves, I bet it's not uncommon for siblings to have about a century between them.

However, when Fingolfin comes along, Fëanor isn't just of age, he is fully established: he has found his craft, maybe he is not a master yet but at the very least he is well on his way to it.

He definitely panics at the idea of his mother being pregnant again, since he remembers his early years when mother was recovering - how weak and wan she looked, how easily she tired. There are arguments about it, but eventually Miriel puts her foot down and points out that this is her decision, she wouldn’t do it if she did not want to or feel up to it, and that's final.

But, perfect word: Miriel's second pregnancy is much, much, much easier than her first one.

Same for the pregnancies that follow. Her difficult first pregnancy becomes something to tease Fëanor about - within the family only, of course, but still. Imagine that.

Fëanor does not go down the same dark path. That  does not mean that there is no dark path, or that it's not somebody else who takes it.

Maybe in this universe Melkor can't get his claws into Fëanor because he simply feels zero resentment for his younger siblings. Why would he?

It's not like his parents do not give him attention and if one of them is busy, he can always count on the other. 

Did he get some jealousy pangs? Yes, sure. He is not perfect. But he probably kept them to himself and thoroughly regretted them once he had his own children and got to see parenting from the other side.

But what about Fingolfin, the second son? The one who grows up in the shadow of his oldest brother?

The one who is still doing all the paperwork because Fëanor is off creating and can't be bothered. The one who is taken for granted, the one who will never be considered for Crown Prince because....well, why would he? He is the second born, after all. 

And he is Not Fëanor.

But perhaps that doesn’t work, either. 

Perhaps in this world, because Fëanor and Fingolfin are similar, they end up being close. Perhaps Fëanor here does appreciate all of Fingolfin's hard work, and since this is Fëanor we are talking about, you know he would not be quiet about it.

Imagine Fëanor taking Maitimo to meet Baby Makalaurë and whispering, "I hope you will grow up to be great friends, like me and your Uncle Nolofinwë."

So Fingolfin is out. What about Finarfin? The third son, the last child, the one overshadowed by both his older brothers? 

What about Findis? Or Irimë?

Maybe it's Fëanor who dies trying to defend his masterpieces. 

Maybe it's Finwë who, mad with grief, stands before the Valar and swears a terrible oath.

(with many thanks to @wings-of-indigo)

#the silmarillion #feanor #feanaro #miriel #finwe #fingolfin #finarfin #house of finwe #spinning a yarn #just to be clear: I am not writing this #for one my copy of The Silmarillion is currently missing #for two it's in Italian #The Silmarillion AU

[bittersweetarts]

The Great War - Chapter 1 (Aemond Targaryen Fanfiction)

Summary: A war is brewing, but only some know this – Camyla Peake, daughter of Lord Unwin Peake, is sent King’s Landing to wed the Hand of the King. It is a shame though, that she garners the attention of his grandsons instead.

WARNINGS: Arranged marriage with Otto Hightower, sexism. 

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Chapter 1: The Flowering

Camyla Peake was not opposed to the prospect of being betrothed to an older man, but Lord Otto Hightower was a little older than she would have preferred.

Not that it mattered to Camyla’s father, Lord Unwin Peake, whose ambition overshadowed any fatherly concern he may have towards a child; let alone a daughter, because what utility did daughters have outside of marriage and childrearing.

It did not help that Camyla was also old by Westerosi standards, and Lord Unwin Peake had openly resented his daughter for not being wed. Most of the girls Camyla grew up with have long started families and fulfilled their duties. The Head of House Peake often moaned, usually over dinner and wine, that he regretted not arranging her betrothal when she was a child, and had long already arranged a betrothal for Myrielle, Camyla’s younger sister. Myrielle had yet to celebrate her seventh nameday.

Unfortunately for Camyla though, most considered the girl to be barren, until she finally bled for the first time, a few moons before her twentieth name day. It was a miracle really, and when the maids at Starpike Castle discovered the young noblewoman in bed, clutching her sheets, attempting to conceal her flowering. These maids went to Lord Peake right away, to inform him of this, despite Camyla’s begging. An ambitiously cunning man, Lord Unwin Peake set out right away to arrange an advantageous match for his eldest living daughter, and this sadly did not surprise the young woman in the slightest.

What Camyla Peake least likes about herself is how much she takes after her father. Like her siblings, Camyla takes after him physically, with abundantly ash hair and dull gray-brown eyes. Unlike her brothers and sisters though, Camyla was clever and shrewd, like her father. She was not always like this though.

When Camyla was young, she thought herself to be a princess. Her father, an affluent lord, was not affectionate, but her mother, Lady Amyra Tyrell, had compensated for this, bathing her children in love, and impressing upon them their value. Her elder siblings, Titus and Taliya, used to be her playmates, and together, they pretended to rule an imaginary Eighth Kingdom, which was unseen to the common eye; Titus was the gallant King, Taliya was his benevolent Queen, and Camyla was the Princess which their common folk adored. There were no dragons or mean fathers in their Kingdom, and it was Camyla’s favourite place in the realm. Too quickly though, these games became too childish for her siblings, who had to grow up and leave home. Titus was sent to serve their grandsire Lord Redwyne, in Arbor, and Taliya was wed to one of Lord Frey’s sons.

Camyla still lived in her fantasies though, and remained tender hearted. Though her siblings stopped playing, Camyla never did when she was younger, and would imagine countless tales which took place in their imaginary world.

But when their mother had died giving birth to her youngest sister, Myrielle, Camyla became changed. Ten and three, Camyla had to learn to take care of her babe sister, for her father did not.

And when Taliya died giving birth to her first child, while still a girl herself, a part of Camyla died as well. This was when Camyla changed, and as the years passed, Camyla grew to become more like her father, which is why she was not shocked when her father, mere days after her flowering, hastily declared during their supper.

“The Hand of the King. That is who you are to impress when you leave for King’s Landing on the morrow. For your own sake, you should secure this betrothal, for you will not have a home here no more. I have cared for you long enough.”

And that was it. It only took some blood for Camyla Peake’s life to be completely changed. As her father demanded, Camyla spoke her farewells to her younger sister and home at Starpike, and departed on her weeks-long journey, leaving with only what could fit in a carriage and the stern Septa Maris, who would watch over her conduct at the Red Keep (and inevitably report her every movement to her father). Camyla expected sadness to consume her, for she was leaving the only place she had ever known, home not only to her, but to the memories of her mother and older sister; but no sorrow took hold. Camyla only felt empty.

It was not easy to astound Aemond Targaryen, but when his brother, Aegon, declared one afternoon that their grandsire was about to wed a girl half their mother’s age, Aemond Targaryen was truly astounded. Surely this could not be true, because why would the wise Lord Otto Hightower betroth himself now, especially to a girl younger than some of his grandchildren?

No. The one-eyed Prince could not believe it, it must be a malignant lie. His grandsire would not get betrothed for companionship; that was what whores were for, Aemond heard him say once. No, his grandsire would not bind himself to a girl, but rather to her House. But marrying a girl so young, at his age, was a shocking notion, and Aemond could not be the only one astounded by this. It must be a misunderstanding.

But Aegon declared it to be true, and jovially asked the Hand about it over supper the very same evening, in the presence of their mother, the Queen Alicent, and their father, the King Viserys Targaryen.

“It is true.” Lord Otto Hightower answered plainly. Aemond immediately noticed how his mother was silent and did not touch her food, and he noticed how his father appeared rather pleased that evening, weakly raising his goblet while coughing.

“Congratulations, friend. What House does the blessed woman hail from? And when is the wedding to be? We must host a tourney and have a grand feast. It has been long since joy has been spread in these halls.”

Helaena had given birth to Maelor only a few moons ago. Bitterly thought Aemond.

“Thank you, your Grace.” His grandsire tightly smiled at his father, taking a sip of his wine before answering. “It is Lord Peake’s eldest daughter, and as we speak, she should be journeying to us from the Reach. I am to meet her first, to decide whether she would be a suitable wife.”

“What could be wrong with Lord Unwin’s daughter?” Queen Alicent finally spoke, her speech devoid of emotion. Aemond’s eye was still helplessly fixed on his mother; he felt like he was the only one that cared for her behalf and hated that it was so.

Clearing his throat, the Hand answered his daughter awkwardly.

“She is not very young but has never been betrothed. I would like to see her defects for myself before accepting her.”

“Well, how old is the spinster?” The King asked, in a lighthearted tone, but choked on his wine as his Hand answered.

“Twenty.”

The conversation tensed, and their grandsire quickly tried to change the topic. Not very young? She is merely a year older than I am. The one-eyed Prince dubiously thought.

“How I love fresh meat at the Keep.” Aegon whispered crudely to Aemond, who ignored his brother’s insipid comment. Instead, the one-eyed Prince continued watching his mother, who he realised was picking on her nails yet again. His mother was not the only one he worried about, however. Glancing at Helaena, Aemond also contemplated whether she heard what Aegon had said, as she vacantly stared down at her plate.

“Sevens, the scent is revolting.” Camyla Peake declared, pinching her nose.

“Camyla!” Austerely chastised Septa Marris, sharply glaring at Camyla. The middle-aged woman who was not overly fond of her, as of yet. “The Seven’s name should not be said in vain!”

The carriage carrying them was slowing down now, having passed through River Gate. They were not far from the Red Keep now, but Camyla could not see anything beyond its silhouette yet.

“Apologies Septa.” Camyla responded nonchalantly, looking out the window again. The smell really was awful, but at least Blackwater Bay was a better sight. The sky was dull, despite the rising of the sun, and the waters were devoid of colour, but Camyla preferred it to staring at Septa Marris’s scowling face concentrating on her boring needlework.

The journey had taken weeks, and Septa Marris made for poor company, in Camyla’s opinion at least. To pass the time, Camyla tried reading, but it only made her nauseous, and so, with nothing to do, Camyla just sat in silence during their travels. Consequently, there was nothing to distract the brunette from her thoughts.

Camyla was not nervous about being wife to Lord Otto Hightower, for she already knew what her duties would entail: play the role of a nice little bride, and birth a child or two. Camyla also understood her fate all too well – it was to be a pawn, either at her father or soon-to-be husband’s hands. Frankly though, Camyla did not care all that much, or rather, could not be bothered to care. Though the prospect of her life in King’s Landing, being caged in a loveless marriage and the walls of the Keep, bored her, Camyla was also not interested in her father’s games. All he wanted was to make House Peake the greatest in Westeros, but what was so great about it? Most of her family were cruel, bigots, or cruel bigots, and her father was no exception. Moreover, her father did not respect her, simply because she was born without a cock between her legs, so why should she try to vie for his approval?

No, Camyla would not try, not anymore. The young woman had decided that she would not be trying to create a life with Lord Otto Hightower for her father. Should he agree to the betrothal, Camyla would try to pursue some semblance of a happy marriage, only for herself, and if that fails, then she would hopefully have at least a child who she could love. There was the concern that she would not bleed as a woman again, and that she was indeed barren, but Camyla chose to ignore this. It was an irrational fear, for no other woman in her family was barren, so why would she be the first?

Camyla also no longer wanted to return to Starpike, nor did she want to live with her unkind father. Though she missed Myrielle, Camyla did not miss Unwin Peake and the way he ‘showed love’. There was something in Camyla’s stare, defiant by nature, which seemed to infuriate Lord Peakem, and when he had a lot of wine, he would ensure that Camyla knew his fury.

King’s Landing never was where Camyla imagined her home to be, but she welcomed the notion of it. The idea of being a lady wife to an important man was appealing, and her new life at the Keep would be hers to forge. All she had to do was please Lord Otto Hightower well enough. Surely it should not be too difficult. Thought Camyla as she stared at the moving sea waters.

Upon arriving at the Red Keep, Lady Camyla Peake and Septa Marris were greeted by Lord Otto Hightower, rather indifferently, in front of a large crowd of unfamiliar faces.

Camyla did not expect warmth or affection from the Hand of the King, and was actually surprised; not by his attitude, but by his physical appearance. Camyla had expected a man bearing in resemblance to her father, in that the Hand’s countenance would be heavier and more rounded. Instead, Camyla came to meet a tall slender man with a kind face, which made her feel at ease, that is until she actually got to speak to him more directly.

Following his cold welcoming, Lord Otto Hightower practically demanded that Camyla meet him in the Gardens during the afternoon, so that they could properly speak to each other. Camyla wondered what he thought of her. She knew that she was no great beauty, with a wider figure, pale skin and darker hair, but maybe her youth was appealing to him. However, when Septa Marris proceeded to fret over her appearance the entire morning while she unpacked Camyla’s belongings in the guest quarters, Camyla became grow irritated. Why was her beauty the only quality that mattered?

“You were a mess upon arrival – How could I let you meet Lord Hightower like that!”

“It matters not.” Camyla chimed in a bored tone, staring out of the window. The view overlooked the pillars of the Keep and King’s Landing, which was intimidatingly grand. Starpike Castle scarcely compared in scale.

“Of course it matters! Lord Hightower is judging you in everything. He is Hand of the King for a reason.”

Sighing, Camyla snapped back, in a mildly irritated tone. “It matters not to me. If we do not get betrothed, it will not be the end of times, no matter how much my Lord Father tries to make us believe otherwise. I am doing as he demands, but I cannot force the hand of Fate as well.”

Again, Septa Marris chastised Camyla and ranted to her about the importance of acting agreeable and soft-spoken, especially to Lord Hightower and all who are important at King’s Landing. But Camyla quickly grew bored of the speech, and ignored Septa Marris as she began intricately plaiting her thick hair.

Eventually, a comfortable silence lulled over the quarters, and Camyla became distracted with other thoughts. She wondered about court life at the Red Keep. As far as Camyla was aware, the King’s children were the only people close to her age (disregarding anyone not of noble blood), but the young woman hoped she was wrong about this, because otherwise, her life at King’s Landing would be rather solitary and lonely, for Camyla did not expect that the Princes and Princess would be keen to befriend the young wife of their grandsire. Perhaps there were some Lords at the Keep, maybe part of the King’s Small Council, who had daughters living with them. Or perhaps the Princess has some ladies-in-waiting close to her age. Camyla could only hope.

Naturally, Camyla knew of the members of House Targaryen, as well as their reputation. Of Queen Alicent’s children, Prince Aegon, was infamous in Westeros for his unpleasantness, and shamefully indecent past times, meanwhile his sister-wife, Princess Helaena, was often described in conversation as kind, but peculiar in character. Camyla has heard little about Prince Aemond’s character or attitude, but the story of how he had lost an eye when he was little, in exchange for Vaghar, a fierce dragon that had aided in Aegon’s Conquest of Westeros, was well-known. Camyla Peake expected that Prince Aemond would bear some similarity to his older brother in character, and she knew it better to avoid both.

The only Targaryen children that Camyla did not expect to meet was Princess Rhaenyra and Prince Daeron. Princess Rhaenyra, heir to the Iron Throne, is a woman grown, with her own family, and she lived away from King’s Landing. Prince Daeron, though younger than his siblings, resides in Oldtown, serving as a cupbearer and squire for Lord Ormund Hightower; at least that is what Camyla’s father had said once during dinner with guests, a few moons ago. Either way, Camyla did not expect to meet either of them tonight, which she was fine with. In fact, Camyla wished she did not have to meet anyone from House Targaryen, for none of them, if shown by history, were good companions if one valued their life.

When Camyla finally greeted Lord Otto at the Gardens, the sun was harsh and unforgiving, and the young brunette regretted Septa Marris’s choice of attire for the walk; a hugging, heavy fabric gem-coloured gown, which seemed to trap the heat. Camyla tried to keep her cool, but it was rather difficult.

“Your father and I have known each other for decades. He has never mentioned you to me before now.” The Hand stated simply, his hands clasped behind his back as he strode ahead of Camyla, who walked more slowly, lifting her gown to appear more lady-like.

“I do not why.”

Actually, Camyla did know why, but she would not make Lord Otto privy to that knowledge. Camyla’s answer did not satisfy the Hand though, who stopped walking and turned to face the young woman, his brows furrowed.

“I am going to ask you plainly, and it will be without consequence for our arrangement. You have my word. All I ask is the truth. Have you given up your chastity to another already?”

Camyla’s eyes widened, taken aback by Lord Otto’s forwardness, and immediately responded, her low voice in shame.

“Of course not.”

As she spoke, Camyla’s gaze wandered to her feet. She knew that her age would be an issue, but she did not realise that others would suppose she was unwed because she had whored herself out. Lord Otto Hightower, on the other hand, seemed satisfied in her response, perceiving it to be truthful, and continued to walk, not waiting for the young girl to follow.

“So why has Unwin not wed you off yet?”

Glancing back up, Camyla rushed to keep pace with the Hand, her sight still set to the ground.

“I cannot speak for my father. He is the one who decides on these matters.” Camyla uttered a response. She did not want to lie, but she did not want to reveal the truth to Lord Otto either. Thankfully, he did not press upon the subject anymore, and began to speak to her about his expectations (they were as Camyla anticipated: remain silent, be faithful, and to do as he says). Camyla found that her input was rarely asked, that Lord Otto preferred to speak instead of listen, and Camyla tried to not to be irritated by this. Eventually, his conversation ceased, and he turned to face her again.

“My family dines together most evenings. You are expected to attend tonight’s supper. You will be in the company of the King, my daughter and their children. Dress appropriately and behave as expected.”

Pressing her lips together, Camyla nodded, and this seemed to satisfy Lord Otto Hightower.

“At sunset, I will send for a knight, Ser Arryk, to escort you. You are to be ready by then.”

Having spent some time with Lord Otto Hightower, Camyla formed some semblance of a judgment on him. Similar to her father, Lord Otto was proud and brusque, and Camyla knew how to act around men like that. They preferred women to be quiet and unseen, and Camyla could do that just fine. But did she wish to? Camyla Peake was undecided.

Camyla also knew that Lord Otto Hightower had once been dismissed from his post as Hand, but she did not know why. Did it matter? Camyla did not foresee a close companionship with Lord Otto as her husband, and while this was disappointing, it more importantly meant that she had to look out for herself, because Lord Otto would not. He gave her no reason to trust him. While she could ensure that their betrothal did not happen, what better prospects did Camyla have?

As demanded, Camyla was ready by sunset. Septa Marris had helped get her ready again, and Camyla sat in silence as her hair was undone; it was decided that having her curled locks loose but secured away from her face would best present her features. Septa Marris had also ranted how Camyla should act during the dinner, and to be careful about what she ate, as her hips made her appear wider than most other ladies; this greatly tested Camyla patience. Septa Marris had also tried to get Camyla to profess a detailed account of her conversation with Lord Otto Hightower, but Camyla stubbornly kept her descriptions short and vague. Camyla was no idiot. She knew that Septa Marris would quickly send a letter to her imposing father detailing everything, and Camyla intended to make this difficult, simply out of spite.

After Septa Marris finished getting Camyla ready, the young woman found herself idle with nerves. The sun had long set, but no one had come to get the young woman, and Camyla had no idea where to go. When Ser Arryk finally arrived to escort Camyla, the brunette felt like she could finally breathe again, despite her tight crimson gown, which was sinched to the waist too forcefully for comfort.

Camyla was normally quite forward, but Ser Arryk was intimidatingly large in stature, and despite his friendly face, he was in a seemingly bad mood, so Camyla did not try to ask about why he had arrived so late, and the pair walked silently, for seemingly forever. Camyla was amazed by how large the Red Keep was, and by the time they reached to the dining room, Camyla felt tired and her feet slightly ached.

“You are late.”

A voice echoed the room as Camyla entered. The room was dim, illuminated by candlelight in the hundreds. Camyla had always been drawn to flames and found herself momentarily distracted as she entered, not expecting the room to be set so beautifully.

“Nonsense, Otto. She is right on time – Come sit, Lady Peake.”

Despite his cheerful tone, Camyla went speechless, having been addressed directly by King Viserys, a character previously confined to her books and her father’s conversations. In all honesty, Camyla felt almost stricken just by the notion of the Targaryen King being aware of her existence.

Camyla Peake, still stood by the entryway, was practically frozen in place, and Prince Aemond Targaryen, who was watching her closely, could not help but notice how similarly the young woman resembled a lamb sent for slaughter. With her dark eyes wide and her full lips slightly parted, Aemond Targaryen quickly understood that his grandsire’s future wife was incapable of concealing her emotions very well. The one-eyed Prince could have shown compassion and smiled at her when their gazes briefly met, but instead, he maintained his usual frown. Still watching her, Prince Aemond Targaryen decided that he would not show kindness to the girl, not when her very presence at the Red Keep wounded his mother so deeply.

“Come Camyla, sit.” Lord Otto Hightower spoke up again, and the young woman quickly collected herself, and rushed to the only vacant seat available, between Princess Helaena and her future husband.

Camyla. Prince Aemond Targaryen mused. The name rolled off the tongue very tenderly, and the one-eyed Prince noticed how well it suited the girl. Though her features were simple, there was a graceful humility in her stride, and Aemond Targaryen now found himself incapable of looking away.

The room was silent as the young woman seated herself. When she glanced to her right, Princess Helaena smiled at her, and Camyla forced herself to return the smile, before turning to face the King.

“Thank you, your Grace, for welcoming me into your home. I am honoured, and truly appreciate it.” Camyla lively spoke, mustering all her conviction.

Camyla Peake had thought herself to be well-prepared and did not anticipate her confidence to waver in the presence of the King and his family. Unfortunately, Camyla was wrong, found herself unprepared at the sight of all the fair-haired Targaryens gathered, as well as Lord Otto’s daughter, the Queen Alicent, whose intimidating gaze was piercing. But Camyla knew that she could not show any frailty, not now that she was alone at King’s Landing. So naturally, she attempted to hide her weakness with a lie.

“Please forgive me for my cloddish entrance. I fear that I have not been able to eat since breaking my fast this morning, and do not function well without nourishment.” Camyla spoke in a lighthearted tone, hoping that her attitude could be perceived as endearing.

“Let us begin eating right away then!” The King declared, a grin plastered on his face. Perhaps it was due to the small amounts of milk of the poppy a Maester has Viserys Targaryen consume, but the old King could almost see the face of his dear cousin, Princess Rhaenys, in the Lady Camyla. Though the young girl did not possess his cousin’s lilac eyes, they did have similar darker hair, and the King found their personas to be akin. It was comforting having her around, he decided.

“My love, a prayer before we begin?” The Queen Alicent asked, her voice soft but domineering.

“Yes, of course.” Viserys Targaryen responded nonchalantly, smiling at his wife before placing his goblet back onto the dining table, as though he was merely humouring her.

As Alicent Hightower spoke prayers, thanking the Seven for the bountiful feast that was spread before them, Camyla Peake made a few observations. Not particularly pious, Camyla did not close her eyes during the Queen Alicent’s speech, and she was not the only one.

Daring to lift her head and look across, she saw the one-eyed Prince Aemond, who was sat with his eye firmly shut and his hands devoutly clasped together. At the sight before her, Camyla felt herself flush, realising that the young Prince was actually quite handsome, in an almost rugged way. How was he still not betrothed? Camyla thought to herself, unable to tear her sight away.

Camyla Peake then became mortified, when she glanced to Aemond’s right, and saw the Prince Aegon deviously grinning at her. Immediately, Camyla shut her eyes and began listening to the Queen’s prayers.

“… as well Lady Camyla’s safe arrival to King’s Landing, and may the Mother Above, font of mercy, also bless Lord Father and Lady Camyla’s union, if it comes to be.”

As the Queen’s prayers came to an end, Camyla understood that despite the Queen’s comity, she was not pleased with her father’s choice to remarry, and Camyla could not blame her. Camyla Peake would not be ecstatic if her own father decided to marry a lady half her age.

When Camyla opened her eyes again, she was met with Prince Aemond’s stare, and immediately looked away, her breath hitched. She hoped that Prince Aegon would not tell him how she was staring at him herself during the prayers, but knew that this would be unlikely. What does it matter? It is not them that I need to impress. Camyla attempted to rationalise to herself.

Sudden rough coughing caught Camyla by surprise and the young woman instinctively turned to the head of the table, where the King sat. As she looked at the sickly King, their eyes met, and Viserys Targaryen warmly smiled at her.

“This old man knows that it is not certain yet, but humour me the privilege of a toast, my friend.”

The King turned to Lord Otto, who forced his mouth to turn upright, and nodded. It was not that Otto disliked Viserys’s attention towards him at that moment, but rather because the Hand realised something critical, which did not please him. Otto Hightower realised that the King has developed an endearment towards Camyla Peake, something he fails to show his children (aside from his first born). Otto Hightower also understood that he had to wed Camyla Peake, not only because an alliance with House Peake was imperative, but also because now, the young girl would be useful with the King.

“A toast to my Hand, Otto, and his fair future bride, the Lady Camyla.” Raising his goblet, the King took a swig and everyone else followed in suit and proceeded to eat.

Camyla turned to her left, to look at Lord Otto, and found the man ignoring her completely. Camyla sensed that the Hand was unhappy with her, which made her sigh, perhaps a little to loudly, as the Princess Helaena giggled out loud, making herself known for the first time that evening. Everyone turned to look at her, and the young Princess merely tilted her head and smiled vacantly. Dismissing Princess Helaena’s queer attitude, everyone continued to eat and talk amongst one another. Only Camyla knew why the Princess had giggled, and it felt like a little secret between them.

“I am particularly fond of lamprey pie.” Camyla said quietly, turning to face Princess Helaena, who was pleasantly surprised to be addressed to.

“Did you know lamprey consume the blood of other sea creatures?” The Princess responded, rather loudly, smiling at Camyla, whose eyes widened in shock.

“Surely not.” Camyla answered apprehensively, placing her fork down in slight revulsion. Blood and violence made the young woman feel uncomfortable, and she was not keen on eating a creature that now seemed so vicious. Her new-found disgust seemed to attract the attention of some in the room.

“My sister is correct. Lamprey fish possess many sharp teeth which they use latch onto their prey, in order to draw their blood.” Prince Aemond coolly spoke up. As he did, Camyla abruptly faced him, and found the young Prince smugly smiling at her, as if entertained by her horrified state.

“There is no need to talk about such violent matters in front a lady, brother. Surely you should know that.” Prince Aegon said amusingly, evidently no longer sober. Immediately, the one-eyed Prince’s mood darkened, as though he had stepped on horse shit.

“I was merely making conversation, brother.” The one-eyed Prince responded coldly. Perhaps because Camyla was embarrassed to be discussed about like this, her eyes were glue towards the table, and she noticed how the one-eyed Prince’s hands gripped the silverware that he held, his veins protruding.

“I am sure the lovely Lady Camyla would prefer more pleasant conversation–”

“Lady Camyla is perfectly fine. Thank you for the concern, my Prince.” Camyla interrupted, forcing her tone to remain girlishly sweet, hoping that their bickering would end. She really did feel mortified, having caused a scene yet again that evening.

“Always, my Lady. You are to become family after all, and Targaryens are very concerned with family.” Prince Aegon spoke jovially slurred, though his double meaning was blatant.

The room had gone tense, and Alicent Hightower seethed quietly, astounded and irritated, unable to comprehend how her father was ready to wife a girl who behaves like a child, just as his own grandchildren do. Aside from Camyla, who felt herself flush at Price Aegon’s implications, everyone else ignored it, as that is what they do when Aegon behaved like this. Normally Otto Hightower would intercede and force civility between his grandsons but decided against involving himself in case the conflict escalated.

And so, the evening proceeded as such. Conversation flowed like a river flood, in that it was unsteady, and at times chaotic.

Camyla Peake tried to become invisible once she understood that Lord Otto Hightower was ignoring her, but failed; the King would ask her about her upbringing and life at Starpike, as well as her father, and Prince Aegon attempted to bait her into conversation through lewd remarks. Like her father, the Queen ignored Camyla Peake’s very existence, but the young woman took little notice of this, as her thoughts were elsewhere.

For some inexplicable reason, Camyla felt herself drawn towards the one-eyed Prince, Aemond. Though they scarcely addressed each other again that evening, their eyes would frequently meet, and Camyla felt herself flush under his demanding stare.

Camyla ascertained though that she simply found the one-eyed Prince handsome, and as she drank more wine, her stare strayed towards him more frequently. Prince Aemond Targaryen did not mind it though, and in fact quite liked it. Thankfully, only Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena noticed this silent exchange.

In low side comments, Aegon attempted to bait his younger brother by teasing him about wandering eyes. Princess Helaena, on the other hand, made no mention of this at all, merely vacantly smiling at Lady Camyla and providing empty responses when the young woman attempted to make conversation. Though Lady Camyla liked Princess Helaena well enough, she did find the young Princess to be a little odd.

And as the evening drew to a close, everyone slowly began retreating to their chambers, beginning with the King and Queen, the former of whom had felt unwell. Camyla Peake was again escorted back to her bedroom by Ser Arryk, at the behest of Lord Otto, after politely bidding goodnight to the Hand and his grandchildren. As Camyla and Ser Arryk approached her quarters, Camyla felt bold, perhaps due to the wine she had, and posed a question to the Kingsguard knight, breaking their mutual silence.

“Are they good? The Hand and his family, I mean.”

Camyla’s voice softly echoed the hallway, her eyes fixed to the ground beneath her. Ser Arryk abruptly stopped walking, surprised by her question, and stared at her with his brows furrowed. He had no thoughts about the young woman, and was surprised to hear her address him, as ladies rarely ever did. The tall knight paused for a moment, thinking on his response.

“It is not important, my Lady.” Ser Arryk stated simply, and began slowly walking again, patiently waiting for Camyla to follow him.

Author’s Note: I hope you enjoyed the first chapter of this new story! I cannot really explain how I came up with this plot idea, and really, I am here to see how much chaos and angst I can write into it. I will be publishing chapters every week on Wednesday, to make the wait until Season 2 a little more bearable. Though ambitious, this story is going to be quite long, and it begins in 127 AC, two years before the Dance of the Dragons.

#aemond targaryen #Aemond the Kinslayer #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x oc #aegon x oc #aemond x oc #aegon targaryen fanfiction #aegon targaryen x original character #aemond targaryen x original character #otto hightower x oc #otto hightower x reader #aegon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon #hotd #alternate universe #au #dance of the dragon #lord unwin peake #original female character #slow burn

[loosesodamarble]

Oo you’re doing the ask game too, that’s great 😁💕! May I ask for…Ichika and Shigehiro for the ask game please with numbers 1, 16, and 18 🥰?

It shouldn't have taken me this long to answer. But first I didn't have the energy to answer and then I forgot the ask was there! AAAAAHHHH! My bad! But here the answers are now!

..........

Ichika Yami

1) What is your favorite canon fact about this character?

Ooooh! My favorite thing canon fact about Ichika is her parallels to Sukehiro!

The way she goes to grab Asta's head while scolding him. Her position as one of the the strongest mages in her nation. Her volatility towards what she doesn't like.

Despite them being a world away from each other and living more than a decade apart, Ichika and Sukehiro still have things in common. Because they're family. And I'm all about having those connections to family no matter the circumstances.

16) What goal do they most want to accomplish in their lifetime?

I think what Ichika wants to accomplish most above all else is helping someone the way Ryuuya helped her. She doesn't merely want to be a strong person who protects people. That's simply what her job would entail. What I think Ichika really wants is to benefit someone in an emotional sense. I think she'd feel so much accomplishment to pass on the good will that Ryuuya first showed her, to personally aid someone in a way that turns their life for the better.

It sounds a lot more sentimental than how Ichika is portrayed in canon. But I want to imagine Ichika's intentions being softer than what she publicly presents.

18) What advice would they give to their younger self?

I think Ichika would want to tell her younger self "the truth is never a simple thing. You might have a mistaken perspective or not understand someone's intentions. Finding out you're wrong will hurt but perhaps healing can come from the truth too."

.....

Shigehiro Yami

1) What is your favorite canon fact about this character?

The favorite thing that I've decided for Shigehiro is his fighting style. He fights free-handed rather than with a weapon like the rest of his family. He stands out just a bit and I think a hand-to-hand combat would suit his Shadow Magic.

16) What goal do they most want to accomplish in their lifetime?

Shigehiro's greatest goal in life would be to genuinely surpass Kai'ichi in something. Sure, Shigehiro is better with manners but that doesn't feel like much when Kai'ichi is stronger, is smart (though that's overshadowed by his impulse), and generally more well-liked for his outgoing personality. He really wants to be able to hear that he does something better than his brother in some way. It's selfish and unhealthy for a sibling dynamic, but Shige really would like that.

18) What advice would they give to their younger self?

"You are your own worst critic. No one is judging you as hard as you're judging yourself. Most of those who compliment your abilities aren't simply trying to avoid hurting your feelings and believing that they aren't genuine is an insult to their intentions."

Shigehiro really does need to learn to get out of his own head and actually absorb it when people compliment him.

#questions from the ask box #lyra of the future #black clover #ichika yami #black clover oc #shigehiro yami #soda's ocs #next gen ocs

[nottapossum]

Ok So sorry again imma go on a rant again with Fizz and Blitzo; 

In the flashback 

Performing; Fizz and Blitzo are clearly friends as they have a whole act together, but when Blitzo’s comedy flops, Fizz swoops in not in a show-off way but in a professional manner to get the negative attention off his friend and continue the show. Though there clearly are no hurt feelings or resentment/jealousy as they are next seen playing together happily. 

When playing: we can see that Fizzarolli is definitely more “innocent” for a little imp as he is grossed out by the idea of blood unlike Blitzo.  Fizz shows that he is willing to comfort, help and talk to resolve the problems (in this case to help Blitzo’s horse), but Blitzo turns it into a pirate war (Something that i assume was very common as Fizz is quick to threaten Blitzo meaning he is truly frustrated with his friend’s insistence). In Ozzie’s episode we see that Fizzarolli knows how to hurt Blitzo as unlike Robo Fizz, the real Fizzarolli deeply hurts Blitzo with his words. It is very likely as kids Blitzo was the brawn that would fight but Fizzarolli would hurt with his words (a bit like Blitzo and Moxxie now). 

Cash; He treats them the same as he doesn’t think twice when asked to sell “the boy” the difference is that he asks for more money for Fizz as it would be a big loss for him but perhaps for the right place it would be worth it, as he simply sees Fizz as his cash cow when realising they want Blitzo he has no problem or a care for how much, he would have let him have him for free. Instead he decides to take advantage of the situation and order Blitzo to steal. Telling him pretty much to be the “man of the house” and help his parents, manipulating and guilt-tripping him, something I assume is why he has difficulty expressing his emotions as he knows they can be used against him. 

I got the impression that Blitzo is the younger twin but acted like the older brother as Cash pushed him to work and steal at a young age. I'm sure Barbie also worked but perhaps didn’t have as high expectations placed on her like Fizz and Blitzo did from Cash. In Campers it definitely gives the impression that Blitzo is the much younger brother looking for approval from his older sister. 

It is a little because of this that I imagine that Barbie is the oldest, Blitzo is the younger twin and then Fizarolli (between months to a year younger than the twins). (Though this order tends to go back and forth between Blitzo and Fizz since sometimes I feel like Fizz would be the eldest and the twins would follow Barbie and then Blitzo as the youngest, trying his hardest to prove to his "elder" siblings that he is just as good. Also whenever they perform does give the impression of the little brother being overshadowed by their more talented older brother.)

Fizz and Blitzo based on the flashback we see have worked in the circus constantly which means that they had to grow up fast so the little time they had to play was probably between shows (w/ their balloon animals) and after the show.  

It does make me wonder; where is Fizz’s family? his parents? Was Fizz sold to the circus? Did his parents also work there but let him be more with Blitzo since they were friends? Did Fizz have siblings? What was/is his relationship with Barbie Wire?

Or on a different theory are Fizz and Blitzo really brothers? At most half brothers. This is mostly because the horns, while Barbie and Blitzo have them slightly curled hough not long and very thick. Cash and Fizz have them longer and heavily curled, plus Fizz and Cash seem to have the same tips of their hands black while Barbie, Blitzo and Tilla don't. 

It’s all good. I love your rants.

-I definitely think Fizz is younger than Blitzø and Barbie. He’s so sweet and innocent. He grew up a youngest child for sure!

-And Blitzø and Fizz cannot be brothers. I really don’t think so. It would be effed up if they were and there are 2 instances where them being siblings wouldn’t slide.

First, in the trailer for season 2 we see Fizz and Blitzø dancing and Blitzø’s face is def not showing brother vibes.

Secondly, in loo loo land Blitzø sees Robo fizz spit out the bullet he shot and says: “Oh, what a mouth.” Giving some major sexual innuendoes- also look at his face in that seen too. Nah, they had to have dated or something.

I believe Fizz was sold to the circus. Most of what happened in Itty Bitty imps is what I believe happened on the show (most of it is probably wrong- but that’s totally irrelevant lol)

Maybe his parents died, or maybe they just didn’t want him. But seeing how sweet and cheerful Fizz is, I believe he had good parents but lost them and was then sold to the circus.

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I have some theories on what Barbie’s deal is, but I’m curious on your thoughts.

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- Taglist: @todayimfour

#itty bitty imps #Helluva boss #fizzarolli #barbie wire #helluva Blitzø

[darklordofthesimp]

I’m the anon for the vacation ask, get in losers we’re going to the Bahamas

Listen, it’s time for everybody to get some therapy, especially my girl Bridy 😔✋

Bear with me, I’m not the best with words. I’m just slapping my thought one this interaction but I do like writing so any criticism is welcome <3 just don’t be mean about it cause I will cry

This is all before she says fuck it and decided to transfer, before she realizes that she will never be the same Birdy again, when she wants everything to go back to how things were before and all that jazz ✨

Ngl I think Birdy would want to go to therapy. I imagine she still tries to listen to that small logical side of her brain that is trying to hard to get her attention but is overshadowed by the trauma thats deeply rooted into it.

Plus side is that is limits her time to be anywhere near Köing (don’t worry, we may get to him later on)

But of course, that’s not how therapy works exactly

And that bitch is screaming at her to go to fucking therapy, get this shit fixed so she can go back to her old self.

The first session is going smoothly, after introductions it what pretty easy taking to them

The therapist, after seeing Birdy a bit reluctant, decided to share a bit about themselves.

Birdy learns that they have a wife and two children. After giving Birdy a picture of the family to look at, they ask Birdy about hers. (Idk Birdy’s family situation so we’re going to assume their dead for ✨plot✨)

“Do you ever want a family of your own?”

A snark escapes from Birdys mouth. In her line of work, she’d be luck to make it to her golden years (her luck is shit anyways)

I mean, yeah she thought of it. Dreamed of it in fact, but it’s a dream.

The therapist sees Birdy space out, so they decided to lead the conversation back to childhood memories.

(Again, idk Bridys backstory, if there’s one someone direct to to the right direction and I’ll revision this 👌)

Birdy told the therapist about her father serving in the military and he would be constantly deployed, so when she was back, she and her other three siblings would constantly fight over his attention. Being second to last, you would think that she would hardly be noticed

But her most fond memories at the times that she and her father would frequently go to the lake for fishing. And, maybe it because two of her siblings didn’t even know how to to swim properly, or that she was just a bit stronger then her brother and was able to pull bigger fishes then her and got all pissy about it so stop coming to the fishing trips altogether.

But that was basically her daddy-daughter time with him, it was really, really special to her

With happy memories of her father in her mind, she was going to continue with more stories when the therapist watched dinged, didn’t it dinged a bit ago

“That was really good, I’m happy we got really far in the first session”

What?

“I’m glad to hear good memories with your family.”

Huh?

“Maybe next time we can go over your relationships with your-“

“That’s it?”

“Yes, unfortunately we need to stop it right here for today. We actually went about an half hour over…..”

That’s it? You have to wait another week to talk to them again, to get this shit fixed? To get yourself fixed

It can’t be, you spend more time with the monster more then with this therapist.

Fuck- you spent precious time talking about dead people then what’s actually going on, you made absolutely zero progress-

You felt a something come to up you shoulder, and thanks to you military training coughtraumacoughalmostdyingcough you quickly grabbed their wrist in a attempt to subdue them. Thankful your sense comes back before you put them in a headlock.

But you don’t let go

“No no, it can’t be over. We didn’t even do ANYTHING?!”

The therapist, who now looked at you calmly for someone who’s wrist will surely bruise for how tight the hold is said “Well thats how introduction sessions go. And I don’t want to overwhelm you with-“

“I’m ALREADY overwhelmed. I’m trying to get my life together, trying to get my SHIT together before they send me off to god-knows-where psych ward and replace me with that sonofabitch”

“Replace you?”

“YES, that why I need you to fix me, goddamn it-“

“______, I can’t fix you”

And that’s all folks <3 it’s currently 1 in the morning for me and I don’t want to talk myself out of sending this nor proof-reading this. So cliffhanger it is

Oh and I frequently chew on paper cause I like the way it feels chewing on it in the back of my teeth but hate spitting it out so I just swallow it, since we’re sharing with the class

OH MY GOOOOOOOD THIS IS AMAZING! THIS IS SO GOOD I CAN 102902202 PERCENT SEE BIRDY FLIPPING THE FUCK OUT DURING THERAPY LIKE ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS FIX ME MOTHERFUCKER

AND THE THERAPIST IS LIKE 2 SECONDS AWAY FROM PUTTING HER INTO A PSYCH WARD

Also

STOP EATING RANDOM SHIT

[satansonlysister]

Analyzation of Anna from Frozen

So I saw a tweet about how Anna is Rapunzel if she failed at being quirky and I cannot understand how the hell you want to compare two girls who have never spoken to people outside of those in their 'cage' and say they HAVE to be the same in levels of quirkiness. So I shall go over their points and discuss them. Mind you, my two favorite movies of all time are Tangled and Frozen 2. I've watched them so many times that I can replay the voices in my head.

Anna is too trusting

Now I must say this take is so stupid. Like yes she is too trusting but HOW IS SHE NOT? First, if we are comparing her to Rapunzel, that's stupid fully. Rapunzel was manipulated into not being trusting of others by Mother Gothel. There was a whole song about it. Anna didn't have the whole stranger danger talk with her parents most likely and even if she did, they died when she was younger like 16 I want to say. She didn't see anyone other than servants who wouldn't tell the princess how to act around strangers as they don't have a connection with them. Honestly her falling for Hans was the most normal thing rather than 'quirky'. She read books and fantasized about romance so much that of course she jumped onto the first guy that showed her love. Love bombing anyone?

2. Anna as a character is flat

Now do I have to explain everything? First, Anna is optimistic because she is a dreamer period. She is optimistic like Rapunzel yes. She wasn't 'abused' no but you can be optimistic without being abused. Hell, I have a lot of friends who are the optimism to my realism and they have a loving family. The tweet also says that Anna is naive with no reason for it. There is a reason? The similarity with Anna and Rapunzel is both were locked away from the world. They both only had their books to depend on. The main difference between them has to do with Anna being more trusting than Rapunzel. Mother Gothel downplayed Rapunzel so that Rapunzel would DEPEND on her. Anna never felt wrong for dreaming while Rapunzel did as she was manipulated. Anna was optimistic cause of the books she read. If all you had from the outside world was romantic books that the world is not scary at all, you would be naive, trusting, and optimistic. Rapunzel was always warned that the world was scary and to trust no one other than Gothel. Saying that Anna is flat is the stupidest thing I have ever heard.

3. She is overshadowed by Elsa which makes her a failure

Okay either this user doesn't have siblings or isn't the middle child. As a middle kid, do you know how often you can be overshadowed by your siblings? My little sister is super smart and is going into foresnics as well as playing two different sports. My dad tends to dot on her way more than me and I am fine with that cause she DESERVES praise for her work. In this case, I am the Anna to my sister's Elsa. Let's start with Anna's character arc in the first movie. She started off very immature due to her lack of physical attention. Yes, she did get attention from her parents but all she seriously wanted was her sister. I literally sob everytime in Frozen where they look at each other from afar and Anna's face drops when she sees her sister LEAVE HER LIFE. Just imagining one day that my sister could just leave and she won't tell me makes me feel so shitty. Anna's optisim cames from a dream where she wants to be together with her sister. That's all she ever wanted. To be a family again. When her sister finally leaves, she tries really hard to try and understand why her sister left. She gets frustrated because she doesn't know. I can go over the whole movie step by step but we haven't even got to Frozen 2. Anna's arc is that she wanted to understand her sister better and she assumed the best way to do that is talk it out as, any reader of romance would know, miscommunication sucks. Elsa couldn't communicate because she felt that if they got close again it would hurt Anna and by pushing Anna away and not communicating, it only hurt them both more... literally. Anna also didn't trust Kristoff at first since he wasn't a prince. A lot of books I read say that princes are these regal men who wouldn't hurt a soul. And Anna romantized her parents relationship. Anna didn't truly need a character arc other than realizing her nativity and optistim tends to hurt others. She literally sacrificed her life for her sister when she could save herself and she chose herself. Literally like wtf.

Frozen 2 is more her season. There was an arc to be made between the two. She is till pushy with Elsa as she was before but she knows that communication is important, something Elsa lacks in. She is constantly worried about her sister that she puts herself at risk now to save her sister as she is JUST as impulsive as Elsa. Anna now has separation anxiety since first of all, she almost DIED in the first film and on top of that, her parents died, her sister locked herself away and now that her sister isn't locked away, she is worried that her sister will leave her again. At the end of the movie, she realizes that her sister is always a short distance away and that her sister can take care of herself. Anna is MATURE at the end of the film. Literally you can see it by how she presents herself.

Final Thoughts

When I first watched Frozen 1, It was when I was still living with my abusive mother. I actually watched both Frozen 1 and Rapunzel with my abusive mother with me. I only stayed with her because I was worried once I left, my sister would struggle to leave or my sister would get hit instead of me. My sister struggles with communication in a nice way as well as trusting others. She isn't very optimistic so growing up, I was the optimistic one for both of us. My mother would never let me leave the house nor have friends. Same to my sister but my mother was always dotting on my sister so I was fully alone. When I watched Tangled, I saw a bit of myself in Rapunzel but I saw a bit more of my sister in Rapunzel. When Frozen came out, I thought for sure I was Elsa but now that I am older, I am more like Anna than all three of them. To my sister, I may seem more like a mix of Anna and Elsa but I have never been Rapunzel as my mother's abuse wasn't nearly as warping to me as Mother Gothel was towards Rapunzel. Mind you, I never loved my mother but my sister did. Of course, none of us can be Rapunzel unless we were kidnapped at birth.

People who hate Anna either don't have a sibling who they are fully devoted to or they simply don't understand that siblings can grow differently than each other. Keep in mind we never saw how the parents treated Anna after Elsa was locked away. ALSO the poster said that Elsa was abused yet she wasn't? The trolls told the parents that Elsa's powers harm and Elsa full blown believed it too. If her parents didn't put her in the room, Elsa would have done it herself. She almost killed her little sister who she is VERY close to. If she was able to control those powers, she wouldn't lock herself away but no one ever taught her. The trolls never tried to say "ya you can control them with love" since they NEVER SAW IT! Also the parents DIED trying to figure out how to have Elsa control her powers. They were willing to travel across seas for Elsa. But what about Anna? Do you think they had time for her between regal duties and trying to help Elsa? Maybe they shouted at her out of anger. Every time Anna is singing her 'DO you want to build a snowman?' the King and Queen are no where to be found. She is alone.

Anyways thanks for listening yall. I just cant ever shut up about the two movies. Also, never try and compare two DIFFERENT characters and get surprised when they are different. If its Ariel versus Live Action Ariel then that's fine since they are the same character but Rapunzel and Anna went through two different lives. There is no confirmed way to tell how they would act in each other shoes cause they aren't each other.

#frozen #frozen 2 #queen iduna #anna #elsa #frozen fever #tangled #rapunzel

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

What would happen if baby harry was left on the Weasley's doorstep? My gut instinct is to assume that he would be happy and everything would be great, but I have a feeling you'll disagree lol

Your gut instinct is right.

Once again, I give my caveat to readers of this blog. If you want your happy world of Harry Potter, that childhood dream where all you wanted was a Hogwarts letter and to join the best found family in the universe the Weasleys, don't read my blog.

Just don't.

You'll thank me.

Anyways, let's get back to this soul crushing business.

Harry is Left on the Weasley's Doorstep

I imagine there's much awkward discussion. The Weasleys already have six kids. Can they really afford to raise a seventh? Do they even have the attention to spare for a seventh. I'm forgetting Ginny's exact birthday here and if Molly would have already been pregnant with her, but in that case, can they raise an eighth?

I imagine there's much persuading on Dumbledore's end on why they're the best ones for the job and how they must do it.

And, of course, those who are raising Harry will have access to his accounts to help with the costs of course...

I'm not saying the Wealseys intend to steal from him, this isn't a whump Harry Potter revenge fic, but I imagine it'd be put on the table and that when... times are hard... that money might be reallocated a little at a time.

Ron gets to have a new wand because of how vital that is for his education. The family may get to go to Egypt, all of them, to visit Bill because Harry's being taken as well. A lot of little costs that just... add up after a number of years.

Okay But What Else?

I don't think it's horrible for Harry, certainly not worse than the Dursleys. But it's clear he's... not like the others.

He's the only one with dark hair, the only one not related, he's a Potter where they're the Weasleys. They go into town, and he gets mobbed and makes it very awkward for the family to do anything (so he gets left at home a lot).

He is always, always, different and there's always a lot of expectations placed on him simply of courtesy of being the boy who lived. I imagine a lot of jibes (some good natured and some not) expecting great things from him in Hogwarts because he surely must be an amazing wizard.

Ron is especially resentful as now he's not only overshadowed by his older brothers but constantly by Harry as well. Harry in this world is not Ron's means of distinguishing himself from his family and making him important too, Harry's a rival who will always, virtue of simply being who he is, be better than Ron. It's Ron's resentment from canon times a million and I imagine he constantly bullies Harry through their childhood because of it.

The twins, too, I imagine are no longer Harry's friends but his tormentors as they constantly give Harry shit in resentment for Harry receiving much more attention than the rest of them both from their parents and from society. Ron's pigmy puff predecessor that was beaten to death by Fred and George with a bludger? That's Harry's pigmy puff predecessor now.

Ginny probably still wants to marry Harry when she grows up which is made ten times weirder as Harry is her stepbrother. Even weirder is that Harry probably seriously considers it as it's the only way he can become a 'legitimate' member of the Weasley family and perhaps finally feel like he belongs.

Basically, I imagine Harry is constantly bullied and ridiculed throughout his childhood and may explicitly go to Slytherin to distinguish himself from the Weasleys (in which case he has a truly awful time with Snape as his head of house and the rest of the Slytherin gang) or he goes all in and goes to Gryffindor but still is mercilessly bullied by his older siblings and probably becomes Hermione's friend courtesy of no one else being willing to hang out with him.

And Then?

And then of course Dumbledore still grooms him for suicide.

#harry potter #harry potter meta #harry potter headcanon #the weasleys #ron weasley #george weasley #fred weasley #meta #headcanon #opinion

[apompkwrites]

(the one who sent about ashengrotto!(name) having an eel merperson as a righthand man)

YES. ashengrotto!(name) having an electric eel merperson as their right hand man. it is now required to have an eel merperson as your bodyguard in the ashengrotto bloodline /j

ill be calling the electric eel merperson as "electric" just to shorten the amount I have to type LOL

if ashengrotto!(name) and electric met very early on as kids, electric would totally stun everyone who tries to bully ashengrotto!(name). even if it were bigger fish, electric eels are top predators after all.

did you know that apparently, the highest voltage an electric eel has released is about 860v, and 1 amp? that's enough to kill a human being 😭 everyone just stays away from ashengrotto!(name) and electric unless they want a visit to the merhospital, except for a few who are close to them (like the leech twins and azul)

it would be funny for people feeling intimidated by the leech twins, when the actual person they should be scared of is electric (who just seems so outgoing while looking tall and stronk)

kingscholar!(name) and al-asim!(name)

al-asim!(name) and kingscholar!(name) 🤝 their efforts being overlooked by others.

I reread the black sheep post and the idea just popped up into my head. al-asim!(name)'s efforts were always overshadowed by their SIBLINGS. kingscholar!(name)'s efforts were also overshadowed by their SIBLINGS. so why not pair the two??

i feel like al-asim!(name) would be more like jamil rather than kalim considering the way they were raised. it would be surprising for the other students- like there's kalim who's so outgoing and overall sunshine, then there's al-asim!(name) who's just awkwardly standing next to their brother, a strained smile to save some face.

kingscholar!(name) and al-asim!(name) would maybe meet if they were paired together in a school project. the goals in their mind was just to get it over with already, until they unexpectedly click and get along from their similarities!

at first, it would be a bit awkward, kingscholar!(name) obviously seeing through the half assed facade of al-asim!(name), until some event happens- and maybe they aren't so different after all.

they have emotional deep talks in the most random moments ever, and somehow, the peace they bring each other just helps heal in some way.

shroud!(name)

LMAO I am not prepared for shroud!(name). having to deal with the daily stuff of being compared to ortho??? I haven't done book 6 yet, so I might be a bit lost in here

shroud!(name) would probably do whatever it takes to stay away from idia, so just imagine when they end up in the same dorm??? bro would either be a menace to idia, or just disappear from their life.

if they ever become a menace, they'd purposely put him in social situations, knowing what to do because they did grow up with idia, observing him all these years.

it could either just be pure hatred, or just "I don't want anything to do with you anymore"

the other siblings would totally do anything to get them out (it would be easy anyways), schoenheit!(name) just drags them out professionally with that hint of ✨sass✨ under the disguise of some random fashion thing or they wouldn't even hide it at all

rosehearts!(name) drags shroud!(name) away underneath the disguise of an invite to an unbirthday celebration, when in reality there isn't even any celebration! (due to the amount of rules, rosehearts!(name) could just make up some rule and they'd believe it.)

ashengrotto!(name),, ohoho... what did you expect from someone who's related with azul?? they drag shroud!(name) out with kind words and carefully crafted excuses, but you just know there's an underlying threat.

kingscholar!(name) and draconia!(name),, they aren't fancy or anything, they just, kidnap them with their consent LMAO. they frankly don't care about dealing with idia, they could just pull some strings behind the scenes and that would make him shut up.

al-asim!(name) is the same as the one above. they just kidnap shroud!(name), except with a bit of ✨fancy✨, with the famous magic carpet.

idia after dealing with their bs for a week just doesn't want anything to do with them anymore. he just lets them take shroud!(name) whenever they want.

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the eel trio would be a night mare for everyone to deal with /lh. even the ashengrotto siblings can't control them when they're all together.

electric would have definitely tried to shock the twins (more than once).

for kingscholar!(name) and al-asim!(name), i feel like they would get along surprisingly well? trauma bonding <33

i feel like they'd have those deep talks very rarely but possibly after big events? like if they had some competition and they didn't do too well/were barely even noticed in the competition. it just sort of brings back memories for them so they need a way to vent ;-;

no one is prepared for shroud!(name) >:)) but yes!!! the black sheep crew would definitely force them outside whenever they can!

there are definitely the kids who would find some clever way to bring them outside (rosehearts & ashengrotto) while others just straight up snatch them from their window (kingscholar & draconia). i feel like the shroud siblings would hear the commotion and just be like "have them home before dark!" or something like that :))

#a pompk answers #black sheep

[heraldofcrow]

Talk about your Bloodborne ships that you literally never get to talk about! (No need to mention Ludwig x Maria, we already know this one is the most valid (source: dude trust me))

AAHH, okay! I indeed never talk about this so I really had to think about it, but I also realized that I am not the best with ships, haha.

Maybe it’s my aroace-ishness, but I don’t often “ship” pairings in fandom, but rather I like to study relationships between individuals and the possibilities of what a romantic connection between them would look like. I like the psychology of it all.

Of course, once every few years I’ll actually genuinely fall in love with a pairing and go crazy for it. That has happened, and so I do have a small handful of OTPS. I just don’t think any of them have been in Bloodborne.

However, I have pairings that are close. For me it’s either gotta be a complicated, Gothic, chaotic type of romantic relationship that leads to tragedy and angst, or else the slowest slow-burn to ever slow-burn between two life-long friends that ultimately could work as marriage and/or just a really strong friendship.

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So, for the complex type, the one I have thought the most about is Annalise and Bloody Crow. A lot of people don’t take it seriously because it’s such a crackship and the dynamic is always portrayed as “Vampire crow simps for the vampire queen,” but I had a different take on it, honestly.

So, in my Bloody Crow fic…the Cainhurst family is actually a big deal, and Annalise, Lady Maria, Bloody Crow, etc. all come from the same bloodline. It’s a mix of siblings and cousins, all from the same house. It goes in generations too, so Maria, Annalise, and Crow are all from one generation. They knew each other as kids.

In my head, all of these kids were innocent at one point. All of them were just children born into a messed up world where a really bad conflict between the Church and Cainhurst was brewing. To put it lightly, none of these kids came out of it healthy, and they had to deal with what their parents set in motion. That’s where I started getting into the psychology of it all.

We both like the idea of Bloody Crow being this cruel, vindictive puppeteer, but how did he get like that? What about Annalise? I love the idea of Annalise being this cold-hearted queen that embraces her own defilement to use as a weapon because what choice did she ever have? She was slandered and cursed simply for being born. To put these two characters together, is just perfect for their development in my opinion. Not actually as a couple, but as two people that are trying to survive and that end up needing one another’s help. That’s when it gets messy because there are feelings of love there, there’s this longing for the childhoods they lost, but its overshadowed by this cruelty that is growing in their hearts. I think it would be a manipulative, toxic relationship, with a lot of mistrust and betrayal. I think they’d make each other worse, maybe even to the point where they hated each other. But the conflict in their feelings is what entices me!

Anyway, I don’t wanna spoil the story I wrote for them, but let’s just say it’s not a good relationship. It’s unhealthily influenced by trauma, full of manipulation and bitterness. It’s all Gothic chaos for the vampire squad!

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Ok, the other one I like is Eileen and Djura. It just sounds cute doesn’t it? This one is healthy, and could work as a really good friendship just the same. Something about these two lonely old hunters, kinda isolated oddballs in their community…hanging out on the rooftops, doing their own things. Yeah, it’s wholesome. I already headcanon them as good friends, so I could also see them finding peace together. I love PTSD veterans bonding and chilling together in their elder years. Plus, I know it’s ambiguous, but to me Eileen survived her encounter with Bloody Crow. She let the Good Hunter take up the mantle and went to officially retire. So imagine if she just went and hung out with Djura. They’d just be perfect. Two retired Yharnam weirdos, maybe they could spend their last years living on a farm somewhere lol.

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And yeah, you know about Maria/Ludwig xD

That one is totally a friendship-based thing. “Two chivalrous knights that shared the battlefield for years maybe kinda liked each other at one point” type vibe, but I like to imagine it didn’t really ever grow into anything. Quiet pining maybe, but I also imagine Maria might have moved on, and then it was this unspoken, unrequited thing on Ludwig’s end before all the tragedy struck. I just like the angst and classic fantasy elements of that. It would be sad.

I also may be projecting my real OTP (Artorias/Ciaran from Dark Souls) onto this one, but hey, I like battle duos that adhere to the knightly codes of chivalry and then get separated by death and tragedy! Fun times! :D

But honestly, I think that’s it? If I didn’t see Rom and Micolash as siblings, I could see myself imaging them as having been schoolyard sweethearts that eventually turned on each other when things got messy as adults, but that’s already how I see their sibling story so…

Yeah, I mean…I haven’t thought about many others, but I’m glad you made me think about it! It’s an interesting topic and in Bloodborne, ships can actually be important for the plot if you want them to be, which is great. Couples and pairings that drive the story are my favorites :)

#asks #mutuals #I wish i had more to talk about but idk #Ships are often fleeting thoughts for me so i would have to really consider each one #And whether i actually think it would be something i’d stick with #Like “would i read fanfiction for it?” Is always a good question #I think i would for this if they were well-crafted tbh #bloodborne #bloodborne ships #Bloody crow x annalise #Eileen x djura #Lady maria x ludwig