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The Adopted Princess| Dark! Targaryen and Velaryon Boys x Reader (Aegon II, Aemond, Jacaerys, Lucerys) Part III

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Part II

You look one last time at your chamber, which was filled with many memories in here, memories that gave you nostalgia.

The memories of your adoptive mother braiding your hair or giving you your first dragon egg which still hasn't hitched up till today.

And you are sure that it would never hitch because you are not a Targaryen, but you are keeping the egg around for the little hope that it might hitch.

"Her highness, your mother, is waiting for you so you all could leave together, my princess"

One of the servants enters your chamber to inform you, pulling you out of your thoughts.

"I will be on my way, you could leave now, thank you" the servant bows in respect before taking his leave.

You walk out of your chamber, but the sight of Aemond walking towards you, holding something, stops you in your tracks.

"What is the matter, Aemond?" you inquire, surprised to see him.

"I came to say my farewells, and give you this to remember me by it"

The young Targaryen prince shows you the necklace with the red crystal in the middle.

"Aemond...it is beautiful" you take the necklace from him, looking down at it with admiration.

The said boy blushes at your acceptance of his gift, liking the way you smile.

"Can I also request something of you?" you look at him with your red eyes, nodding your head as a sign for him to go on.

"Can we exchange letters through ravens?"

"Of course, I would keep that in my mind," you say cheerfully.

Yes, you find it strange that Aemond just gave you such a precious gift, and also requested to write letters to each other.

But, he is way better than his older brother, who didn't even bother to apologize for his inappropriate behavior.

"Thank you for the gift, I will wear it every day, Aemond," you say, before leaning close and kissing him on the cheek.

With that, you walk away, leaving behind a flustered Aemond whose whole body feels warm from embarrassment.

You kissed him on the cheek.

That means you love him the same way he loves you, right?

꧁𑁍꧂

You stare down at your dragon egg eagerly, after noticing the big cracks all over the egg.

After you arrived in Dragonstone with your family, strange things been happening with your dragon egg, like how it would shake roughly.

To be honest, you thought it was impossible because you believed the myth that implies that the egg only hitches if you are a true Targaryen.

However, it seems like it was just a myth after all.

When the egg finally hatched, you let out a happy gasp after your baby dragon breaks through the shell.

It was a light blue colored dragon, matching the color of his shell.

His wings are long, just for a baby dragon.

"Mother, Father!"

You shout out loud, as you rush out of your new chamber while being careful not to startle the small creature, that is laying comfortably on your hand.

"What is the matter?"

Rhaenyra inquires as she stands with her husband, Laenor, discussing some matters.

Their eyes grow big in shock upon seeing what you are holding.

"It finally hitched" Laenor chuckles, happy for you.

Rhaenyra walks over to you, and looks down at your dragon, examining it, only to discover that it is a male, before looking up at you with a proud smile.

"What are you going to name him?"

"Quicksilver, just like King Aenys' dragon name"

Many belittle Aenys Targaryen, but you admire the man for his kindness and justice unlike his brother, Maegor the cruel.

Suddenly, the guards announce the arrival of one of the messengers from Driftmark.

Announcing the death of Laena Valeryion.

She committed suicide after failing to give birth.

You watch as your adoptive father breaks down while your mother comforts him.

Hearing those news made you realize that you might meet the same fate.

You have always feared childbirth.

Nevertheless, you don't know that four future admirers would do anything to make you have their children.

Especially Aegon II who loves to fetishize about it while standing on the edge of the widow.

Part IV

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misguidedasgardian · 1 year

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The Dragon's mistress

Prologue

MASTERLIST

Warnings: death of characters, war, HOTD, Dance of the dragons spoilers

You had cried so much you didn’t have any more tears. Being the last child of Rhaenyra Targaryen was a heavy burden

Everyone in your family was gone, dead, buried, burned, eaten… Your siblings, your mother, your father, your stepfather… everyone you ever met

All because of the Iron Throne, and because your uncle had decided to usurp it, and war ensued after that

The first to go was your younger brother Lucerys… killed as a messenger by Aemond Tagaryen, your uncle, they said they couldn’t find his remains, that they probably were inside of Vhagar’s stomach and the very thought chilled you to your bones on this rainy day.

Then your “grandmother” Rhaenys, lost in the battle of the Gullet, killed by Aegon and… Aemond Targaryen

Then It was Jace, your big brother, your protector, he died fighting valiantly in the Narrow Sea, a great and gruesome Naval Battle, he died half drowned and as the target from numerous arrows from the enemy flee.

Then it was your stepfather Daemon, but you knew he wasn’t your stepfather, he was your true father, and you were his bastard child with RHaenyra, he confessed as much before he departed to take Harrenhal, he cradled your face in his hands, he looked deep into your eyes and promised he was going to come back to you, but he never did, he was killed, also by Aemond Targaryen.

But your mother was already settled in the Red Keep, with Joffrey and your baby brothers, he had insisted you remained in Dragonstone, she thought you would be safer here, as the princess of dragonstone, next in line to the Iron Throne, so you had to protect your seat, at least until all the Greens were dead…

You thought this was over, but the people of King’s Landing didn’t think so, they rebelled against your mother, the Dragonpit was assaulted, and that resulted in the slay of all the dragons of the side of the Blacks inside, and in the death of your baby brother Joffrey.

And that gave Aemond and Aegon Targaryen the advantage that they needed, being the riders of the last remaining dragons, they took the capital, they murdered your mother, and they sunk the ship your baby brothers were scaping in… they locked up Baela and Rhaena, and you didn’t know anything of their whereabouts

So here you stood, the last of your house, a false Velaryon, the defender of Dragonstone with only one living dragon, and a castle filled with fearful people, not warriors, no soldiers, but servants, maesters and maids.

So you waited for your fate, your heart broken, your eyes dry, and any instinct for survival killed.

You could ride your dragon to the other point of the Earth, you could have run away, you could have escaped, but at that moment, you didn't quite find a reason to. You knew it was a matter of time… so you waited

A whole moon later after the murder of your mother, you saw in the horizon upon the waves, five huge war vessels, the golden three headed dragon flaming over a black field.

And the Monstrous Vhagar flying above them.

They had come for you, and for your seat

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starogeorgina · 11 months

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Children of the dragon

Warnings: Incest

Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen × Targ oc

1.08

“I’ve simply come as a messenger. Aegon will bend the knee to his rightful queen.”

“A trick!” Daemons hisses while pointing the tip of his sword, dark sister, to your throat. “My brother was slain, and now your usurper cunt of a king has sent you here in some ploy. Why else would you come?”

The moment Dallax landed on the beach at Dragonstone, you were surrounded by knights. In truth, you thought it was a miracle your dragon didn’t live up to this reputation as a man eater and bathe all of those who threatened you in fire before devouring them. It was most likely the presence of Meleys that kept your own dragon in check. The knights escorted you and your two daughters, who clung to you tightly inside the castle, to be brought to your furious uncle.

“To show where our loyalties lie.” Still holding Alina’s hand, you push her behind you protectively while Alyssa buries her face into your side, scared. Daemon watches these actions carefully. He slowly lowers his weapon, his eyes fixated on your young girls. You clear your throat, relieved that he had no intentions of hurting them. “We put our support behind the rightful heir to the throne, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen.”

“I assume you have your own reasons for abandoning the greens.” He eyes you suspiciously, obviously not believing you came for genuine reasons. He looks you up and down once more and asks, “Where is Prince Aeron?”

A pain aches in your chest at the mention of your son, remembering how you sobbed uncontrollably in the dragon pit as Aegon straps your daughters in. It was only with his persuasion that you agreed to leave without him, knowing that you had no other choice. Before you could answer, Princess Rhaenys appeared with a hint of smugness on her face. “Yes, the young prince did look rather ill when I saw him during your brother's coronation.”

With your heart hammering on your chest, your eyes well with tears. “Aeron was there?”

The older woman nods and says, “I must admit I was surprised. When Meleys burst through the dragonpit, interrupting the wrongful coronation of your brother, your husband only sought to protect himself, while Aegon snatched your son from his grandmother's arms and screamed at Ser Criston to take him somewhere safe. The young prince is very lucky to have an uncle who is so protective of him.”

Daemon raises his brows at the comment. You both knew what she was alluding to. The fear you felt before was quickly turning to anger, and Dallax sensed it as well. Letting out a loud screech before breathing fire into the air, causing Daemon to raise his sword once more.

“You had the opportunity to kill half our knights when you landed, weakening our army. Why didn’t you take it?” Daemon snaps.

“I’ve already told you, I’m here to put mine and Aegon’s support behind the rightful queen.” You hold his glare. “I’d like to speak to my sister; I will explain everything to her directly.”

“My wife is unviable at the moment.”

“I’ll wait.”

Rhaenys gives the prince a knowing look, then continues for him. “The stress of your father's death and the crown being stolen from her has sent Rhaenyra into labor.”

Oh. You didn’t know what to say. Rhaenyra's baby wouldn’t possibly be able to survive being born so early. Your silence seems to offend the prince more. He storms towards a number of his knights and hisses at them before disappearing into the castle's archway. The knights, in turn, snatch your daughters from you, causing you to kick and scream, trying your best to fight them off. “Daemon! Daemon! Please, no, not my babies! Please don’t!”

Alyssa and Alina’s cries fill your ears until you’re pulled far enough in the opposite direction that you no longer hear them.

—

Pacing back and forth inside a small room with no window, you hold the sleeves of your dress to your face, breathing heavily while trying to compose yourself. Princess Rhaenys told you through the door that no harm would come to your daughters, but her words did little to calm any fears you had for their safety.

You had been branded a traitor, which terrified you. Your sister could have you beheaded or burned alive, meaning she’d take the life of your unborn baby. Although you didn’t believe Rhaenyra to be a kinslayer, the grief of losing a child could drive her to madness.

There would be no turning back for you if you were in her position.

Suddenly feeling breathless, you sit down on the small bed. Your baby was kicking up a storm, causing sharp pains in your bladder. Taking a deep breath, you try to focus on happy memories.

You were enjoying a variety of different fruits for breakfast in the garden when Aeron tugged on the bottom of your gown, gaining your attention. “Uncle promised to teach me how to hold a sword properly,” your son informed you. “Then he’s going to take me riding on Sunfyre!”

“Did he now?” You ask, beaming at Aegon, who just shrugs, clearly amused by Aeron’s excitement.

It warmed your heart to see how much effort Aegon made with your children, and it eased the guilt you felt about having an affair. Aemond believed Aeron was his son and never once offered to take him riding on Vhagar. At this point, you’d probably refuse if he did want to take him. You smile brightly as the wet nurse appears, holding both of your daughters in her arms. You stand immediately to help take the weight off by taking Alina into your arms.

“Hi, sleepy girl,” you coo gently, kissing the top of her head. “Did they feed well?”

The wet nurse nods and says, “They both took plenty of milk, princess.”

She seems slightly taken aback when Aegon approaches her with his arms outstretched, indicating he wants to take the baby from her arms. She hands him Alyssa, whose small face has scrunched up in anger from being woken by the movements.

“Thank you. See to it that the cook gives you a good, clear wine to drink along with a hot meal.”

The wet nurse agrees, then excuses herself, addressing yourself, your brother, and your mother, whose facial expression had been sour the entire time. Since the rumors of the relationship between you and your brother began to resurface, she has been watching you like a hawk. Of course she knew the truth; your mother was no fool and probably knew it would happen before it did. That was why she tried to keep you and Aegon apart.

Your mother lets out a huff, saying, “I’ll hold her so you can finish eating.”

“We won’t be going anywhere unless you finish all your breakfast; dragon riders can’t fly on an empty stomach; otherwise, it makes them sick,” Aegon says in a more authoritative tone.

Aeron starts to finish his breakfast, and your mother smiles at Alina softly before shaking her head. Despite your mother's judgements, you enjoyed moments like this, watching your mother stares lovingly at her granddaughter while Aegon fusses over his daughter and son.

Fresh tears roll down your cheeks as you think of your family, silently praying you'll get to see them again.

—

It was nightfall before Prince Daemon arrived to talk to you, bringing food and water with him. He sits them down on a small table next to the bed before scoffing, “You’ll be happy to know your children are fine.”

Thank the gods. Your eyes well up with relief. You desperately wanted to ask to see them, but you knew he would refuse. You hold the cup of water in your hand but hesitate to drink it when you notice your uncle watching you so intensely.

He rolls his eyes and says, “If I wanted to kill you, I'd just do it. I wouldn’t go through the effort of poisoning you; I’d just slit your throat or feed you to Caraxes.”

“Good to know,” you say before gulping a mouthful down. “How is Rhaenyra?”

His face falls, silently answering the question you were too afraid to ask. The baby hadn’t survived.

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s your usurper cunt of a king and venomous mother's fault that we lost our daughter. I intend to make them burn for what they have done.”

Before you can choke down your words, you snap in your lover’s defense, “You know nothing of what transpired since my father's death. Aegon has no desire to sit on the throne, but he couldn’t refuse-” Daemon lets out a chuckle before pretending to inspect his nails, obviously uninterested in what you have to say, which only fuels the fire building inside you. Enraged, you stormed towards him, only stopping when he was close enough to feel your breath on his face. “My children would have been slaughtered like pigs if he had not followed our mother's orders.”

Daemon’s glare causes you to take a step back; his fingers grip tightly to the hilt of his sword, dark sister. His jaw clenches. “What?”

“My mother got to Aeron before I did; she was planning on locking me up as well; she knew Aegon would leave with me. We had always said that when the time came, we would fly to Dragonstone and bend the knee to Rhaenyra. We’ve always known what our mothers and grandsire’s intentions were but tried to deny them, refusing to accept the fates we have chosen for ourselves.”

The demon’s hand falls to his side. “If we accept you into our home, how do we know you won’t switch sides? Scurry back off to the keep and tell the greens everything you’ve learned.”

The simple question makes you feel as if the air has been knocked from your lungs. You sit back down as your hand rubs at your bump, feeling the baby's feet kick as you do. “My own mother took my firstborn, Aeron, my only son, as a hostage to keep my brother from leaving.” Your eyes sting as tears spill down your face. “Aeron, Alina, and Alyssa have all been fathered by Aegon. She knows this, and she knows what will happen when Aemond finds out. Aegon sitting on the throne was the only way she wouldn’t say anything.”

“So the plan was to come here with the hopes we’d help you? A dangerous gamble to take.”

“Yes, so I’m begging for your help, uncle, yours and Rhaenyras.” It irritates you to see a slight smugness on your uncle's face. He was hurting greatly on the inside, but it wasn’t an excuse to take pleasure in how desperate you were. “When it comes to it, both Dallax and Sunfyre will fight for the blacks.”

His eyes twitched with curiosity. “Why would we need to fight if Aegon bends the knee?”

“Do you seriously think my mother, grandsire, and all those lords who don’t want a woman on the throne will just accept Aegon bending the knee to Rhaenyra? They want a male heir on the throne.”

He looks down at the ground, confused for a moment, before his eyes suddenly shoot back up with a look of realization on his face. “They will want Aemond to wear a crown.”

When your tears stop, you let out a dark chuckle. “On my wedding night, my mother said to me, ‘You poor clueless girl. Aemond would continue to fight for his family with you by his side, but Aegon? He would give it all up if he thought that’s what you wanted.’ She always knew this was a possibility, but still she pushed for my brother to be a usurper.”

“How long does the pretender intend to wear my wife’s crown?”

You ignore his insult and answer his question, “Soon as my son’s fever is down and Aegon is able to get him alone. He will send me a raven beforehand to let me know if he’s coming directly here or elsewhere first.”

“Why wouldn’t he come right here and bend the knee?”

“The moment they leave the keep, Aemond will likely figure it out. He is unpredictable. Aemond might chase after him, and Sunfyre is no match against a war-hardened dragon.”

Without saying anything else, Daemon turns to leave, keeping the door open. “I suppose you’ll want to see your girls, unless you’d rather stay here.”

Rolling your eyes, you get to your feet.

Before you leave the room, Daemon stops you with his arm and says, “You best hope Aegon writes to you soon.”

—

The next day, Aegon sent you a raven from an unknown location; he had fled during the night on the back of Sunfyre.

Ser Criston was tasked with spying on him, and he was pretty sure he saw him entering the dragon pit carrying Aeron, but the knight knew better than to go among the dragons if he wanted to live. No doubt he immediately reported this to your mother, who would have informed Aemond, but what version she gave him was anyone’s guess.

All of this meant that the blacks would need to act fast; if a vengeful Aemond sat on the throne, it would be an all-out war.

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captainremmington-13 · 15 days

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𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖆𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖔𝖋 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖍

𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖊𝖓

show!Luke Castellan x daughter of thanatos!reader

DISCLAIMER: I don’t own the image above or any of Rick Riordan’s characters/world-building except for Brio.

⚠️Warnings⚠️: swearing, mentions of scars, death, and pain, injury, kissing, overall angst

A/N: fun fact: the beginning part (which is a dream) is based off a dream i had the other day where i was chasing Luke thru the woods lmaooo

“This isn’t fair!” you yelled, your legs screaming in protest as you picked up your pace.

Luke laughed loudly, also increasing his speed. The dirt trail meant that with each step, he kicked up dust, effectively making your eyes water.

“I thought you said you could catch me, angel,” he called out tauntingly. “What happened to all your confidence?”

“Fuck you!” you said with a fake angry tone. “You’re going too fast, you know you’re better at running than me, can you at least slow down a little?”

This just made Luke laugh harder, and he glanced over his shoulder to give you a grin.

Gods, he made you feel so many things.

“What, you can’t handle the challenge and need me to make it easier for you so you can win?” he asked teasingly.

“No, that’s not what I meant,” you huffed, trying to hide the fact that you were completely winded.

“Sure, whatever you say, baby,” Luke said, clearly not convinced. You rolled your eyes at his sarcasm, but couldn’t prevent yourself from smiling. You really did love playfully bantering with him.

Channeling all of your remaining energy, you charged towards your boyfriend. You leapt onto his back, making him yelp in surprise.

“What in Hades?” he asked, bewildered. You just smiled, resting your chin on his shoulder as he hooked his arms under your thighs. “Has my lovely girlfriend been possessed by a gremlin or something?”

You gasped dramatically. “How dare you assume such an awful thing, Castellan?” You slung your arms around his neck, enjoying the feeling of your bare skin on his.

Luke turned his head to peck you on the cheek. “I know, I know, I’m the worst, aren’t I?”

You giggled, holding onto him tighter. “Yeah, you are.”

He set you down gently, and turned to face you. His cheeks were slightly flushed from being relentlessly chased by you through the woods, but other than that, he didn’t seem tired at all. Perks of being the son of the messenger god, apparently.

You sighed, looking up at him adoringly. “This isn’t fair,” you said once again.

Luke’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?”

“You’ve been running for so long and you still look perfect. In comparison, I probably look about as good as Medusa with a bad case of bead-head.”

Luke scoffed. “That’s so far from true. You look as pretty as ever.”

Before you could protest, he wrapped one of his large hands around the back of your neck gently, connecting his lips with yours. You melted into the kiss, reaching up to grip his strong shoulders. Thankfully, you were deep enough in the woods that it was unlikely that any other campers would see your intimate moment. You never did anything quite this intense while in the presence of others, as you didn’t want to get lectured by Chiron and Mr. D.

You closed your eyes, losing yourself in the moment. You were completely at peace…

Until Luke let out a blood-curling scream.

When you opened your eyes, you saw him being dragged away by Ladon, the dragon’s claws creating gruesome wounds in his skin.

“No!” you shrieked, immediately flying after him. But before you could get close enough, one of Ladon’s heads opened its mouth and released a gust of fire, setting your body ablaze.

You plummeted to the ground, helpless as you watched your boyfriend be ripped to pieces by a monster.

You kept falling for what seemed like an eternity, bracing yourself for the bone-shattering impact that you knew was to come.

When your body finally hit the ground, everything faded all at once.

“She’s waking up! Someone get Brio or Will, quickly!”

“Keep your voice down, you’re gonna scare her! You know how dangerous startling her can be!“

“You keep your voice down, you’re the one shouting-“

“Everyone, shut up!”

You groaned quietly, the noises surrounding you immediately giving you a headache. As you slowly regained consciousness, a searing pain bloomed in your abdomen, making you cry out. Your eyes snapped open, and you saw Brio Olarei, a son of Apollo, standing over you with bandages in his hand.

“Hey,” he said softly. “I need to lift up your shirt to re-wrap your stomach. You got a pretty nasty cut, and your ribs were cracked.”

“Great,” you muttered. “What else?”

“Well,” Brio began slowly. “You’ve been out for almost four days.”

You blinked. “You’re fucking kidding.”

“No, I’m not,” Brio said, removing the old bandages from your torso. “Teleporting all the way from the west coast to the east drained you enormously.”

You suddenly felt a wave of nausea overtake you, realizing that your encounter with Ladon and the Hesperides hadn’t been a dream.

You began to sob, not caring that you were in the presence of the others who worked in the infirmary.

You had failed your mission.

But even worse, you had failed Luke.

Brio did his best to calm you down, but nothing really worked. Tears kept spilling down your cheeks, and you didn’t even try to stop them. He applied a salve to your wounds that helped ease the pain, and re-wrapped them quickly.

“I’ll do anything I can to help you with your recovery,” the healer said warmly. “You’ll need to stay in the infirmary for another few days to make sure your injuries don’t get worse.”

You avoided his gaze, not caring to respond to his words. Instead, you asked,

“Where’s my boyfriend?”

Brio swallowed. “He’s fine. He was in rough shape when we found you two at the border, but he made a quicker recovery than expected. He got released from the infirmary last night, but he refused to leave. We had to have him forcibly removed because it’s really busy in here, and even then, he still insisted on waiting outside of the building-“

As if on cue, none other than Luke Castellan burst through the wooden doors of the building. Nobody really tried to stop him as he rushed over to you, kneeling at your beside. His pretty brown eyes swarmed with tears, and you could tell he hadn’t been sleeping at all.

But the most startling thing you observed was the angry red scar on the right side of his face.

“Oh, Luke…” you whispered, reaching out to cup his cheek. Luke cringed slightly, but allowed you to touch him regardless.

“I’m fine,” he said quickly. “It’ll heal up. But it won’t ever fully fade.”

“Oh, Luke, I am so sorry-“

“It’s not your fault, angel. What’s important is that we’re both okay.”

You took his hand, rubbing circles on his palm with your thumb. “For a moment, I was worried that you…you were dea-“

“I know,” he cut in. “I was worried sick about you too. Fuck, I even prayed to Apollo, begging him to aid you in your recovery.”

You sighed. You knew that if Luke went as far as praying to the gods, he really was concerned.

“Brio said that I’ll be fine. I just…need more recovery time than you did. Not only did I sustain injuries from the fight, but the teleportation also did quite a number on my body.“

Luke ran a hand through your hair, caressing the top of your head. “I wish it hadn’t affected you so badly, but I’m eternally grateful that you did what you did. You saved our lives.” He stood up, to lean down and place a kiss on your forehead. “You’re my hero.”

You smiled weakly. “You’re more of a hero than I’ll ever be.”

“Nonsense,” Luke said, shaking his head. “You were so brave, taking on Ladon like that while you were seriously injured.”

“I wouldn’t call it bravery,” you replied. “I’d call it determination to keep you safe.”

He sighed. “Either way, I’m just so relieved you’re gonna be okay.” He took a deep breath, looking down. “I don’t know what I would’ve done if I had lost you…”

You reached up to wipe a stray tear that began running down his cheek. “I have no doubt that you would tear the world apart. You probably would’ve marched down to the Underworld and demanded Hades to give me back, just like Orpheus.”

Luke laughed quietly. “I would’ve moved mountains to reunite with you, my angel.”

You hummed appreciatively, closing your eyes once more. You felt drained, despite only having been awake for a handful of minutes.

Luke called Brio over, who handed you a bottle of water and a small pill.

“This will help you sleep,” Brio explained, helping you sit up slowly. You whimpered as your ribs screamed in protest at the movement. Luke squeezed your hand reassuringly, promising that the searing pain would subside soon.

You swallowed the pill and took a few sips of water. The son of Apollo turned to look at Luke.

“If you want to stay at her bedside, that’s fine. Just don’t get in the way of any of the healers and-“

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Luke said impatiently. “I won’t cause any trouble, I swear.”

A son of Hermes promising he wouldn’t cause trouble would normally raise some red flags, but in a situation as serious as this, he clearly meant what he’d said.

Brio gave you one last look before walking away, and you swore you could see pity in his eyes. You despised pity, it made you feel weak and stupid, which you knew you weren’t.

Luke pulled up a chair and sat next to your bed. He immediately laced his fingers with yours. “Is there anything I can get you, angel?”

You thought for a moment. “Yeah. Can you get me my stuffed bat from Cabin 11?”

Luke smiled. “Of course. I’ll be right back.”

When he returned a couple minutes later, you were barely awake. The medicine had kicked in, and all you wanted was sleep.

Luke placed the stuffie in your arms, and draped the infirmary bed’s comforter over your body. “I’m not leaving your side until you’re fully healed.”

You frowned. “But you have duties as head counselor.”

“Fuck that,” Luke said dismissively. “You’re more important. Chris can take over for me.”

You sighed. “Where are you gonna sleep?”

“Right here.”

“Luke-“

“I’m not leaving,” he said firmly. “After what happened at the Garden, I swore to myself that I’d never let you out of my sight ever again.”

Knowing you couldn’t persuade him to change his mind, you nodded. Clutching your stuffed animal to your chest, you let your eyes fall shut. Luke still had a tight hold on your hand. It seemed like he believed if he let go of you, he’d lose you forever.

With your beloved by your side and the medicine in your bloodstream, you were able to drift off into a peaceful state of rest.

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After three long days, Brio finally deemed you recovered. Well, at least recovered enough to leave the infirmary and start sleeping in Cabin 11 again.

You were instructed to take it extremely easy. No sparring, no archery, nothing that was even remotely physically taxing. You were also told to apply a healing salve nightly on the long cut Ladon had given you. You didn’t even remember getting scratched by him, but you figured it had happened right as you teleported away.

At least the poison hadn’t spread too far throughout your skin. Otherwise, you probably wouldn’t have survived.

The scar, which was still an angry shade of red, went from your left hip across your torso to the right side of your neck. It was ugly and quite gruesome, and every time you looked in a mirror, you almost burst into tears.

You felt like you’d taken several steps backwards in your progression as a person. You felt depressed and angry, your hatred for the Olympians growing with every day that passed.

And being so fragile frustrated you greatly. Not being able to participate in the daily camp activities or practice your fighting put you on edge. The pitiful glances the other campers constantly threw your way made it even worse. It became so hard for you to control your temper that at some point, you stopped leaving Cabin 11 except for meals and to shower. Whenever you were out and about, you had to refrain from snapping at every person who tried to talk to you. Even your closer friends, like Chris and Annabeth, seemed nervous around you, not wanting to get on your nerves.

Luke was the only one you let your guard down with. There were even times where you refused to speak to anyone else but him.

You suspected that you were trauma-bonded to each other. Every time Luke wasn’t by your side, you felt terrified. You worried that he’d suddenly be ripped away from you, and you’d be powerless to stop it, just like the nightmare you’d had just before waking up in the infirmary.

If you thought Luke was protective of you before, you had no words to describe what he was now.

At times, he felt like your personal bodyguard. If someone even looked at you funny, he’d place a hand on the hilt of his sword and glare at them until they practically ran away. He almost always had a strong arm wrapped around your waist or shoulders, guiding you to wherever you needed or wanted to go. He doted on you as if you were a princess, opening doors for you and taking over any chores you were assigned.

“Let me handle it, angel,” he would say, giving you an affectionate pat on the head.

But even though he was sweet and gentle with you, he became more withdrawn with everyone else.

You always knew he had some anger issues, but had managed to keep them suppressed most of the time. However, ever since he’d been released from the infirmary, it didn’t seem like he cared about keeping them at bay.

Just like you, he was furious at all of the gods, especially Hermes.

He was still polite, but he had adopted a cold, less-than-friendly demeanor. He followed through with his duties as a camp counselor, but was much less patient with the other demigods. His voice always seemed to have a hint of bitterness in it. The scar that ran down the right side of his handsome face made him even more intimidating.

Sometimes, he seemed like a completely different person.

But with you, he was still Luke. Your Luke.

And you hoped more than anything that he’d stay that way.

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A Dragon's Love

Warnings: Death, Violence, Grief, Descriptions of Blood Chapter 15: A Son Avenged

“There can only be two options. The princess is being held either at Harrenhall, where Prince Daemon has set up camp, or at Dragonstone.” Otto said at the small council meeting that day. It had been three days since the news of his sister’s kidnapping had broken, three days with no sleep, no food, just doing all he could to find her. Yet still, it wasn’t enough.

“And what do you suggest, My Lord Hand? We are not ready to launch attack on Harrenhall, Prince Daemon’s forces outnumber the crown forces at present. With the Riverlands declaring for the Princess Rhaenyra, we’ve lost their men as well.” Tyland Lannister said.

Aegon huffed in frustration from his seat at the head of the table. “This is fucking ridiculous. We have dragons. We have Sunfyre, Vhagar, Tessarion, Meraxa. We can burn them all to the ground and take her back.”

“Meraxa has been unapproachable for days. The dragon keepers cannot tame her.” Aemond said. “Kidnapping my sister is an act of aggression against my rule. We must rain fire and blood down on them!” Aegon shouted, having lost patience. “What if they have her at a third location? We would waste our resources to retrieve her, only for her to be somewhere else entirely.” Otto said. The doors suddenly swung open, and a messenger slowly approached. “I’m sorry, my Lords, Your Grace. We have received a raven from Harrenhall.” Otto took the parchment, and read it, his face darkening.

“What does it say?” Aemond asked. “You owe my Queen a debt. Lucerys Velaryon will be avenged.” He read aloud. Aemond felt his guilt eating away at him. If Daenys died because of his actions, he would never forgive himself. He would make the Stranger take him too, for the only thing keeping his heart beating was that he knew she was still alive. She had to be, because Aemond couldn’t imagine a world without her. He wished he took her to get wed before he left, consequences be damned. Then she would still be here.

The meeting went on for another hour, and he when it was over, he went to the library, and made his way to their spot in the corner, the settee where they sat the night of his name day ball, and she looked at him as though he was more than her brother for the first time. His head was throbbing, he couldn’t think of what else to do. Helaena was utterly distraught, and she tried her best to maintain a happier disposition, but when Jaehaerys and Jaehaera kept asking for their Aunt Daenys, he saw the pained look that crossed her face.

“Brother. Helaena said I would find you here.” Daeron’s voice distracted him from his thoughts.

Aemond just grunted in response.

“We will find her. And bring her home.” Daeron reassured him. “She doesn’t deserve this. I would rather be the one taken, locked away so that she could be here, safe. Rhaenyra has lost her baby, then her son, because of what I did. If Daenys dies because of me, I will never forgive myself. Never. It would be all my fault.” “And do you think she would want that?” His younger brother asked. Aemond looked at him, knowing he was right.

“She would tell you to stop the self pity. No wallowing, no moping. When I first got sent away, and all my letters to her were nothing but gripes and complaints, she sent a firm response saying that she won’t stand for my self pity. To always remember that I was a dragon amongst men, and to never let my time there make me forget that I’m a dragon.” He told him. “As gentle and kind as she is, she never could stand it when we pitied ourselves.” Aemond finally replied. “Indeed.”

The brothers sat in silence, until Daeron said, “She’s always had a special love for you. I’ve always seen it. She loved Aegon like her best friend, even though sometimes she had to act as a mother, just like with me. To Helaena they were sisters in every sense of the word. But with you, it was different. She was always her happiest with you.”

Aemond felt his chest heavy with pain as he heard his brother’s words, and pictured her smiling when they went dragonriding together, or when she squealed in excitement when he gave her his gift for her name day. He remembered how she would scold him for losing his temper on the training grounds as she cleaned his cuts and bruises. She may have been her happiest with him, but he was only ever at peace when he was with her.

“We will find out where they are keeping her. And we will strike and take her back, and they shall never see us coming, to rain dragonfire upon them.”

Daenys hadn’t left the rooms she was being held in since she was brought to Dragonstone. Servants brought her food, clothes, and one even brought her a book on the history of Dragonstone, although she didn’t say who sent it. She contemplated every day to summon Meraxa and escape, but with Syrax, Vermax, Tyraxes and possibly Meleys all surrounding Dragonstone, she knew it would be a losing fight for her dragon. She couldn’t risk Meraxa’s life like that, her dragon was a part of her. She sat watching the sun set over Dragonstone, when she heard the door open behind her. Rhaenyra hadn’t been to see her since her first visit, and she was surprised at the thought that she might visit her again. But when she turned around, she was met not by the face of her sister, but her nephew Jacearys. “Jace?” “I’m sorry it’s taken me so long to come. I’ve just returned from Winterfell a few days ago.” Her heart was hammering in her chest. Had Cregan Stark sworn to Rhaenyra? “I’ve nowhere to go, so I suppose it does’t matter.” She replied. He sat on the chair in the corner, watching her as she sat on the inner ledge of the window. His brown hair was windblown, and judging from the state of his clothes, she could tell he’d been dragonriding. His face was tired, and he looked much older than he did a few weeks ago.

They didn’t speak for a few moments, until she said, “I’m sorry for you loss.” “Which one?” “Both of them.” He sighed, and she saw the combination of sadness and anger in his brown eyes. “My brother was innocent. Aemond will pay for his crimes.” Was all he said. She felt her chest tighten at the mention of her brother. Every day she looked out the window praying to see Vhagar soar over the horizon, but they probably didn’t even know where she was. Maybe after her leaving, he didn’t want her to come back. “And what of me?” She asked.

“I’ve convinced my mother to keep you comfortably in these rooms. You are a princess, you do not belong in the dungeons.” She felt sickened at the idea that Rhaenyra initially wanted to throw her to the dungeons. “I am grateful for that, but am I to live out my life until the war is over in these four walls? That is no way to live, Jace.”

“I won’t let any harm come to you. I sent you a book, did you like it?” He asked. She nodded, forcing a smile to her face. If she was going to escape, she needed allies. She got up and walked over to the edge of the bed, sitting to face him. “That was very kind of you, thank you.” He looked at her, gazing at her face, then down to her chest that was pushed up by the gown provided for her. He let his eyes trail down to her hips before coming back up to her eyes. “I know they are your family; but so are we. You can still change your alliances, marry and secure your position.” He told her, a hint of desperation in his voice.

“You are a good person, Daenys. You are kind, and loving, and good. You are nothing like them, do not condemn yourself to the fate that awaits them because your care for them has led you astray.”

“I am already betrothed.” “Your engagement has been broken. Cregan has declared for my mother.” He revealed. She slumped her shoulders in defeat. So this was all for nothing.

“You say you too are my family, but my sister can barely be called my sister. The only one of you who has showed me any kindness, or gotten to know me, is you.” She admitted. “Perhaps if time was on our side, you could have gotten to know us more. But there is still time. Please, Daenys.” He begged her.

“I am sorry, Jace. Just as your love for your mother and siblings means you cannot forsake them, neither can I forsake my brother. I love him, and I cannot betray him. I only hope this does not change what goodwill there is between us.” She maintained.

He sighed, and stood to his feet. “Our loyalties may be different, but I cannot hold it against you. No matter how much I’d like to.” He replied, as he left, shutting the door behind him.

Jace began to visit her rooms regularly after that, often in the evening, while the sun set, but sometimes later at night also, and at first she was conscious about sitting and talking to him while he was in nothing but his shirt and trousers, and her a nightgown, but after the first few nights, she grew more comfortable.

As week had passed, they talked about many things, and many times, in the moment she often forgot of the circumstances that brought her to this position. He spoke of his childhood, and always acting as the protector of his siblings, and of how it difficult it was to live with the whispers of his legitimacy behind his back, and even to his face. “I suppose I understand what it feel like to feel responsible for your siblings.” She said as she took a grape from the plate of fruits he brought with him.

“Aegon was the eldest boy, but I was eldest overall, and I felt responsible to look out for them, especially when their mother wasn’t often kind, or frequent in maternal warmth.” “It is admirable, to take up such a responsibility. You didn’t have to.” He commented.

She smiled softly, memories of her childhood running through her mind. “It never felt like a burden. I love them, and I loved caring for them. It is what family must do.” She expressed, a hint of sadness in her voice.

They were silent for a moment, before he said, “I know you would have liked that from my mother. I’m sorry she never opened her heart you. It might be difficult to believe, but she can be very loving, and kind.”

“It’s alright. I believe you, she is your mother, and I know that she loves you.” She replied.

As much as she sometimes didn’t care to admit, she looked forward to Jace’s visits, they became the highlight of her day. He was kind, and understanding, even funny. Maybe she was simply feeing the effect of her imprisonment more and more. She never forgot where his loyalties lay, and even though she saw the change in him from the lighthearted humorous boy she grew to know what felt like a lifetime ago, she still saw him come out when they talked. He would even make her laugh sometimes, telling her funny stories about mischief he and his brothers would get into. Her heart still yearned for home, for her siblings, for Aemond. But Jacearys’s kindness and company made her captivity a bit more bearable.

Aemond dumped the glass of water on Aegon’s face as he laid in his bed, hungover, after drinking away his sorrows yet again. His brother let out a gurgled cry as the coldness of the water jolted him awake, and shouted, “Fucking hells, brother!” “We’re to meet with the council again, to see if we can spare resources to attack Harrenhall first, to find Daenys. Get up.” He commanded harshly. While Aemond spent every waking moment drowning in books of war strategy, sending out spies all over the realm, doing anything he could fathom to work on getting their sister back, Aegon went back and forth between unbridled anger, and drowning his frustrations in wine, or in whores. He groaned and sat up, his eyes dull and tired. He looked out the window and said, “It’s nightfall.” “I know. We cannot wait until morning to assess such a thing. It’s too important.” Aemond replied. “Very well, I still think I should take Sunfyre and Meraxa and look for her.” His brother said as he pulled on some clothes. “We need a strategy. We’ve no room to fail, if they know we’re actively looking for her, to attack and get her back, we lose the element of surprise.” “I suppose, but-“ Aegon was cut off by a bloodcurdling scream that echoed throughout the hallways. Both brothers ran, Aemond with his sword already drawn, ready to fight. They followed the screaming to the nursery, and when Aemond’s eye took in the horror before him, his blood ran cold.

The rug that covered the expanse of the floor was soaked in blood, and Helaena was on her knees in the midst of it all, the limp, butchered body of a child in her arms. Jaehaera stood in the corner, Maelor clutched in her little arms, her arm bruised and her nightgown torn. “My son! They’ve killed my son!” Helaena screamed, her sobs could no doubt be heard throughout the Red Keep. Aegon dropped to his knees beside her, and pulled her and the body of their son in his arms and for the first time in years, Aemond saw his brother come apart, weep as he and his wife mourned their child. The guards finally made their way to the rooms, and it was only then Aemond realised those posted outside the rooms were dead on the ground. “Lock off every entrance and exit to the castle. No one, no man, woman, servant, not even a rat, to leave this place. I want whoever did this to be found. He won’t be spared any mercy. Go!” Aemond commanded them. His mother and Daeron were running down the halls, and Aemond saw her collapse into Daeron’s arms at the sight, wailing and crying out for the death of her grandson. Aemond snapped out of his daze, and went to the two frightened children in the corner, picking them both up, and holding them to him. As he was about to stand, he spotted a piece of paper on the ground, and picked it up. The words he read would haunt him for the rest of his life.

A son for a son. Lucerys Velaryon has been avenged.

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Imagine being Aemonds enemy yet biggest obsession.

TW!dark themes, yandere tendencies, sicko Aemond, rap3 Mention!, injury, bastard!reader, suicide! Mention

After Viserys's death and your mother's loss of baby, the news of the throne beeing usurped by Aegon didn't sit right with you nor your family at all. You love your mother and know she deserves the throne she worked so hard for, it's not like you also have a deep hatred for the Greens.

Soon enough your mother decided to send you and Jacaerys for allies, you offered to go instead of your little brother. You got on your dragons back and left for Storms end.

The ride was long but you and Ghost managed to get there in a day and half a night.

Finally landing, you look around. A loud is heard, Vhagar.If the huge dragon is here it means her vicious rider must also be here.

You and Aemond never got along, or that's what you like to think.You only started hating each other after the accident.You defended Lucerys when he mutilated Aemonds face , you knew Luke was guilty, but as his older sister it was your duty to protect and defend him.

Wich also means Aemond is here on his brother's behalf.

You quickly make your way to Lord Baratheon to hand him the letter your mother sent you here for.

The guards open the door for you one you identified your self , letting you in. You make your way to the dark hall , wich at the end Lord Baratheon sits down.

You search the room and notice the prying eye of Aemond Targaryen. The man who wants you dead most likely.

-Lord Boros, I come here on behalf on my mother,the rightfull Queen of the Iron Throne.-

Your eyes meet Aemonds once you said that, letting him know you're no longer the little kid he used to know.

You hand over the letter to one of Lord Baratheon's servants, wich he quickly deliveres.

-Curious, not to long ago I received a messenger from the King-

Aemond doesn't even hide the way he strips you naked from skin to bone in his vile imagination.

-wich is it? A Queen or a king after all? -

You don't fail to notice the way you're being stared at by the Second prince, he gives you the creeps.

-The house of the dragon can't seem to know who rules it-

Boris continues as in mocking your mother and you at the same time.He chuckles.

-what message does she have for me?-

You hand over the letter to a servant, who quickly delivers it, He than not so nicely calls for the Maester, the idiot can't read.

Aemond stares at you as if you killed his whole family, To reasure yourself you grip the dagger seated at your hip hoping to ease you a bit, wich it didn't since he smirked.

The long silence was then broken by Lord Boros's angry voice.

-Remind, me, of my fathers oath? -

God how you hate his attitude. He then continues.

-King Aegon at least came with a betrothal offer, what does your mother have to offer child? -

His arogant voice rings thought the large hall.

You were a bit shocked to hear that Aegon sent with a betrothal, you know he's already married to poor sweet Haelena, wich gives you a reason more to hate him, so that leaves...

That's why Aemonds here, once you make eye contact with him he smirks, an icy look on his face.

-My Lord, I'm already betrothed to Lord Cregan Stark, wich I cannot take in of your sons as Husbands I can assure you an alliance with my mother would treat you better rather than the usurper that Westeros is calling king. -

You confidently stated, looking at Boros than at Aemond.

Aemond wasn't pleased with the information he received, why didn't he know about this? Are his spies completely usseles?

He clenched his jaw in anger, he wasn't jealous, he despises you. Why would he be jealous of a bastard that doesn't belong to him, neither does he wish for, at least that's the little lies he fills his head with. He likes to think he will own you to make you suffer for what your brother did to him. Aemond finds it easy to blame you than a small child, imagine how pathetic it is to lose your eye to your nephew.

-So not only you come empty handed, you also insult the king of Westeros? -

Boros leans forward a bit on his chair, looking insulted.

-Leave, child. -

He waves you of as if you only wasted his time.You decided not to fight it anymore, as you were sent a messager not a fighter by your mother. You nod and turn around ready to head to dragon stone.

- I shall tell my mother the side you picked , my Lord. -

You chose to leave it that way and leave for home.

-Wait.-

The unfamiliar voice perked st your ears. You stopped in your tracks even tho your instincts were telling you to keep moving.

-My Strong Lady,-

Aemonds offensive voice made it's way to your ears.

-i tolerated enough slander you trew at me and my brothers ,my prince..-

You clenched your fists , not wishing to spend one more second there.

He smirked.

-Did you really think you could fly above the realm as a traitor to the crown?-

-Trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost?

He continued.

You tolerated enough, especially when it's about your mother who you love and respect.

-My mother is he true Queen, I can say the same about you, my prince. -

You defend, venom lacing your voice in the last part of your sentence.

-the difference is my mother doesn't drink herself to death and share whores most of her time, unlike a known somebody.-

You glare at Aemond for daring to disrespect your mother.

-But today is not the day we fight, prince Aemond, I'm not here to start a war I cannot end, or take your other eye.-

You smirked, noticing the way his jaw clenched at the mention of his old wound.

-to battle with you would bring me no satisfaction. I want you to put out your eye... As payment for mine.-

Aemond took of his covered patch and revealed a beautiful blue crystal replacing his long healed wound

He stared at you , taking his dagger from his belt and throwing it at your feet.

-One would do, I won't blind you nor take away your... Beauty.-

He mocked you as you raised your head.

-Plan to make a gift of it to my mother.-

He smirked with his head help up high.

-I will not do such thing for a fight belonging to the past.-

You took a deep breath to calm down you anger st the mention of Alicent.

Lord Baratheon is staring at the two of you, tension so tick it could cut throats.

Once you refused, his look completely changed, from the collected calm prince to rage.

-Than you are craven as well as a traitor.-

-Give me your eye, or I will take it you bastard whore!-

he violently stepped towards you picking up his dagger in the process.

-Enough! Not in my house!-

Boros decided to break it before a disaster could happen.

The way Aemond glared at you would have made the strongest men turn to stone, yet you stood your ground.

You respectfully left the hall in a hurry, not wishing to see the prince for a second more.

Lord Baratheon had two of his knights escort you to Ghost, to make sure the two of you don't spill blood in his courtyard either.

You quickly make your way to Ghost, he's in distress, angry and ready to get home to.

He's also feeling shaken up , he knows Vhagar is here and he feels small. But Ghost is a great dragon that doesn't need to be saved by anyone, he's not one to intimidate easily.

Something isn't right, you think to yourself, The huge shadow of Vhagar isn't there. The storm doesn't make it any better.

You notice the way Ghost is reluctant.

-Dōhaeris Ghost!, ryabas, nūha taōba!-

You line your forhead with his to bring him comfort, gently peting his wet nose and looking into his icing eyes.

-let's go my sweet boy-

You climb on his back and with a fast move your in air.

You fly above storm's end, lighting and thunder surrounding it.

Ghost makes his way through the clouds fastly, advantage beeing that he's one of the fastest dragons at the moment.

He pays attention where to turn and not to crash. You're thankful you got a dragon like him choosing you.

After a few peaceful minutes of having your mind clear a huge shadow covers you and your dragon. You know who it is, that's why you command Ghost to sprint faster. Vhagar might be the largest dragon, but she's old, and not as fast as your dragon.

Ghost makes his way through places only he could fit and dodge.

You look behind to see if he's still there it catching up to you, he's not.

Once you look in front you see Vhagar so close to having you as it's next meal. You quickly move to dodge the Maniac who's chasing you, his laugh taunting you.

-Stop this madness Aemond! Have your limits!-

You yell knowing he will hear you.

In exchange you hear Vhagar groan.

Each time a but more closer to from you are, Vhagar so close to riping you and ghost in half.

Right when you were ready to give up a thought crossed your mind, Vhagar won't fit thought small places, and like the gods were on your side you notice a crampled coverage of stones, big enough for ghost to land and hide.

You directed Ghost that way making sure not to enter Vhagar mouth any time soon.

If course Vhagar followed, luckily enough you managed to make your way there.

Aemond's laugh never ceased, loving to see you scared and helpless at his mercy to do what ever he pleased,and oh how he loves taunting you , he barely waits to have you cornered.

-Jemēla gēlȳni enkā! Riña!-

His vicious laugh acompanies his sentence as he drags the last word out.

You and Ghost landed near a cave big enough for both of you.

You quickly got off the dragons back to get shelter.

Youre so shaken up you don't even notice the way Vhagar isn't in the sky any more.

You run towards the cave, you didn't manage to make it inside as you got pushed to the ground.

You quickly turn around and latch to your sword.

-you didn't actually think I'd let you go did you? -

The second Prince's taunting voice looked over you , you are a trembling mess, the coldnes and the water dripping from the top of your head to your bots, but that look in your eyes oh how he loved that.

You are cornered yet you still have that Strong look, ready to face the world .

You get your quickly, holding your sword in one hand ready to defend yourself.

-havent you've done enough? What do you want from me!-

Your voice speaks with anger.

-Oh I am just getting started-

He chuckled in a dark tone that sent shivers down your spine.

He takes his sword and the two of you skilfully fight. You slash his right arm as he almost stabs you in the side. You noticed he doesn't aim to kill you wich is very suspicious.

You got your sword to his neck once you find the opportunity.

-give up on that blind wish to harm me and my family!-

You demand with power in your voice.

With one swift movement he managed to get you on the ground dagger to you neck as he straddles your waist.

One knee he bend to keep himself up as the other rests on the other side of your waist.

-After all this time I finally got you bastard whore. -

And evil smile rests on his face.

You try to escape his hold on you.

-I wonder if your Lord Stark will want you once I'll tell him all the things I'm gonna do to you this night -

Once you hear that fear strucks you like a thunder, you could accept a lot of things but you were deadly afraid of what he was insinuating.

-Don't you dare lay a hand on me you cunt!-

You angrily treathen even though you know you're in no such position to do so.

He slightly pushes the knife deeper in your troath, enough to draw a drop of blood wich mixes with the water falling on you.

He forcefully grips your jaw and looks you in the eyes.

He doesn't say anything yet but a toxic smile fogs his face, his eye patch no where in sight, hair wet and eye whiden, giving him a Pshycothic look.

-I'm going to have you regret the moment of your useless existence, bastard whore, and I'll make sure you will fit for your nick name, whore, since you're already a bastard.-

You spit in his face.

-I would rather die ten times rather than fuck you once!-

you chuckled noticing he didn't like that.

-It's not like you have a choice, I'll Fuck you ten times then send the proof to your family to show them what I did with their pretty little bastard, then I will marry you and make your life so unsufarable that you would wish to take your own life, but i won't allow it, I'll fill you of children you won't even want and make sure you see everyone you love die in a war started by your own family.-

The look he had when he said those words was enough proof to tell you he meant each word.

-You're cruel, I've don't nothing but be kind to you when the others treated you like you were nothing! -

You shouted out of frustration.

-I was your friend! Your niece and your family and yet you treat me with such hatred you wouldn't even treat your worst enemy!-

You let you emotions out as you struggled to stay on your feet anymore.

You struggled against him as his grip was deadly.

-So follow your sick plan! Rape me, defile and make me wish for death, but I will not grant you satisfaction to hear me plead and yell for help!-

Aemond was left without words, he didn't expect you to let it all out, but that look in your eyes and the string demanor in your voice showed him you were terrified.

-Hurt me worse than I.. Deserve and.. -

Before you could continue you felt like you couldn't stand anymore, nor stay awake.

One thing you forgot is that when you were a child you used to get sick easily, especially in rainy cold weather.

Aemond also seemed to forget, since most of the times as children the two of you spent times in the rain and than you would be bed riden for two weeks, of course, get was a child so he never understood.

You crashed in the cold stones completely losing your conscience.

Seconds later he had you in his arms, he didn't know why, he says he hates you for what you didn't do for him and that you're undeserving of his love and care , but he just can't stop himself .

Everything goes just the way he wants. He tries to brush the words you doilled seconds before your fall but they just wouldn't bulge out of his mind.

He looked at your disheveled form, hair wet and sticking to your face, clothes so cold they almost froze on your body and face so red from tears and cold.

He couldn't deny, you are the most beautiful woman he laid eyes on, but if he has to get his hands dirty to have you, than do shall it be.

/Idk bout this, who wants a second part? /

Leave requests people, I'm open to everything basically

Hope you enjoyed thisss

#aemond targaryen #aemond x y/n #aemond the kinslayer #aemond x reader #house of the dragon #hotd fanfic #hotd x you #hotd x reader #dark!aemond x reader #x reader #x yn #yandere

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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Okok so like, request:

What if like the mc is already in the twst world, going to school, doing their classes with their card duo and so on. So how would like Azul and Malleus react to the mc getting hurt in school. Not like being bullied or such but like falling down the stairs, getting hurt at P.E or just a little papercut when reading.

Would they try to find a culprit or baby the player? Just wondering 👁👁

(It seemed like an interesting topic to me hdkwjher sorry if it doenst feel like that to u)

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, possessive behavior, obsessive behavior, stalking, unhealthy relationship, injury, description of injury, violence

Azul Ashengrotto/Malleus Draconia-Seeing player getting hurt

Wait so... you have gotten hurt?

You would think that he is very overprotective of the people he adores

But even Azul knows that a small injury won't do much harm

A small papercut? He is blowing on it two times (that's what land dwellers do, right?) and then calls it a day

That small thing might burn but it won't kill you so he isn't worried

Even if the cut is accidentally done by another student, let's say bumping into you, he isn't going after them

Things happen, you know?

We are still talking about small injuries here

So let's say you were injured whilst running during P.E

And I'm not talking about a small scratch but bug cut up the entire leg, maybe even a dislocated bone and.... how about I stop here?

That's the second mother hen... no octopus mode is activated

That one healing potion with the super rare herbs in it? He just made you down that in one go

Fusses over you 24/7

You thought he was clingy before? Jokes on you because now those sweet (at most) two hours of privacy are reduced to zero

When he can't stalk look after you at least one of the tweels is with you

What if someone else was involved in this kind of accident?

He will not have a nice school life from now on

His grades? Lower than the cave of the sea witch... that place is under water... just saying

His social status? Obliterated

His overall success in life? Gound into dust

Azul does have some restraint though

Keyword: some

The mermen will not hurt them in any physical way

Why resort to such barbaric ways when there is the possibility of them slowly realizing that their life is running down the drain, never to turn a good direction again

Psychological torture is way more affective than violence after all

Swords are drawn, magic pens short before being completely filled with blot and a dragon fae close to turning into a dragon

So, you have a small papercut, being at fault completely alone?

Malleus is chanting some powerful healing spell and Lilia is feeding you cookies (which he did not make) to “help your mental trauma after all that violence”

Malleus is already bad enough if something like this happens

Even in his more humane... uh... fae like appearance he reminds you of a dragon

He is literally curling himself around you

Laying down to sleep? Oh, suddenly you are a very small and overheated spoon (you can't tell me your body temperature is normal when you have three blankets over and a person around you)

When you are standing? Suddenly the cups you were carrying are on the desk besides you and a certain someone is wrapping his arms around you

And, may I remind you, this is Malleus when you accidentally did a papercut to yourself

So, someone does a papercut accidentally to you?

Run you poor soul, run

Suddenly the space where they always sit in your shared history class is empty

And there was a messenger from the Valley of thorns who said that “the problem was taken care of” whilst looking with sad eyes at you

Now we talk about more serious injuries

Let's create a plot ok? You came back to the dorm of someone's granny and, look at that, your arm is in a cast!

This is the first time you saw Malleus nearly faint

Please tell him it was a accident or else NRC won't exist much longer

Suddenly he is grandma 2.0 not because he wanted to but because he lost control

I hope you like green fire because that is all there will be left of the school

So back to another poor soul (lets call them “poor soul 2.0”)

Poor soul 2.0 didn't mean to injure you!

Tell that the fuming general standing protectively in front of you and the raging monarch in the background

(Just saying for our all survival, belly rubs might soothe dragons)

Just don't leave your room in Diasmonia so if you get injured all he can do is wail and apologize for what feels the thousands tome

Sometimes it's a blessing to be a prisoner...

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #yandere malleus #yandere malleus x reader #yandere malleus draconia #yandere azul #yandere azul x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #tw: yandere #tw: possessive behavior #tw: obsessive behavior #tw: stalking #tw: unhealthy relationship #tw: injury #tw: violence

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saruin · 2 years

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Rocket's 🚀 LookBook

> Basics Skintone -> Mine [unpublished] Skin overlay -> Kokoro Skin Teeth -> Imperfection Teeth Antenna -> Antenna #1-14 Ears -> Punk Rock Earringz Ear Overlay -> Paolumu Set .01 Eyebrows -> StretchSkeleton Eyebrow Pack 01+02 Eyes -> Mine [unpublished] Eyelahes -> All are by Dreamgirl or Kijiko Eyeliner -> Not Anime Blush -> Baby Blush Recolor Lipstick -> Jeyeon Lips No. 07 Hair color -> Crystallum Recolor Overlay

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> Look .1 Hair -> Sora KH4 Facepaint -> Adorable Set Top -> Ganguro Set Skirt -> Yura Mini [TSR] Shorts -> Leather Biker Shorts Choker -> Tokyo [TSR] Sleeve -> Laces and Spikes Collection Gloves -> Sprig Set Socks -> October Catalog Shoes -> Vox Shoes [simsdom]

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> Look .2 Hair -> Cora [TSR] Top -> Mod Hoodie [simsdom] Pants -> Miyo Punk Plaid Cargo [TSR] Gloves -> LLM Bag -> Don't Shoot the Messenger Boots -> Echo Boots

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> Look .3 Hair -> Kiku Facepaint -> Moon Stickers Eyeliner -> Kitty Liner Eyeshadow -> No. 09 [TSR] Top -> Dragon [simsdom] Pants -> Nasty Set Thong -> High Rise Shoes -> Burn it up Boots * Arm Straps -> Harness 01

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> Look .4 Hair -> Genaleo Eyeliner -> E-Baddie XXL Collection Eyeshadow -> Gold Makeup Set Dress -> Yoko Outfit Net Knee -> Ninja Fishnet Socks -> Michiko Set Boots -> Little Death * Necklace -> Strife Necklace [TSR] Wrist Cuffs -> Monster Set

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* original files still paywalled ┐(´∀｀)┌

#saruin #lookbook #look book #sim: Rocket

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bunnymajo · 7 months

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Top 10 pieces of Keroro merch?

Keroro Plush (Any)

All Keroro plush are valid but I recommend getting a larger one both to hug and to use their giant squishy heads as pillows.

2. Messenger Bag (Any)

I used one of these in college to carry stuff. Very roomy, will repel unwanted attention, do recommend

3. Keropla (Gundam model kits but it's Keroro)

very fun & easy to assemble, lots of room to modify if desired. Baby's first foray into figure mods.

4. Keroro nano Figures (Megahouse)

These came packaged with the 17th volume of the manga in 3 different editions. I like the nano figure line so I've been wanting to hunt down the Pururu one at least for ages

5. Mystic Heroines Prize figures (Megahouse)

Natsumi, Aki, Mois & Koyuki all got these nice prize figures but Mois here is my favorite but she loses points for falling apart over the years. Still think she has a really nice sculpt for what she is though

6. Keroro Platoon figures (Kaiyodo)

these figures by Kaiyodo are really decent quality for an interchangeable figure similar to Nendoroids. watch out for bootlegs though.

7. This snowglobe

Made to promote the 3rd movie, I just think it's neat it exists

8. Nazca & Dark Keroro figure

Also made to promote movie 3. Nazca's design was recycled from Mine Yoshizaki's doujinshi days so I think it's neat that she got a figure.

9. Keroro Dragon & Shion figure

made to promote the 4th movie. Kinda weird but Keroro's dragon form is cool so I think it's worth having

10. Keroro Blu-Ray discs now available from Discotek, Wow!

I still can't believe this shows in print again here, you should support Keroro's invasion efforts by owning him on home video. the 3rd & 4th seasons got released this week as a matter of fact!

#long post #keroro gunso #merch #thank you :'D #taoofshigeru

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summercreolefanfictioner · 1 year

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Lady Yui of the House Komori (Game of Thrones AU)

(moodboard + plot headcanons)

Lady Yui of the House Komori. The Mother of Dragons. Khaleesi of the Great Sea. The Queen of the Masses. The Unburnt. The Breaker of Chains. The Lady of Fire. She Who Was Born as Eve.

Yui was an orphan during infancy, a babe in a basket left during war crying for her mother's embrace, her chubby cheeks tarnished with ashes as she fisted for anything that would give her mercy

Seiji was a messenger at the time before he became the head of the Church, and when he found baby Yui bundled up in one corner near the pile of trash, he saved her and raised her as her own daughter

ofc he soon found out that he was destined to have her in his life bcos Yui was the reincarnation of Eve who will become one with Adam and they will conquer the world and destroy the Church with fire and blood

Seiji feared the time when Yui will really bring down everything he worked hard for so he made a huge propaganda that all forms of magic are evil (since the wizards from the North rebelled against Karlheinz before); even lied to Yui that her position as Eve is nothing but mere fiction since dragons ceased to exist

since then, Yui grew up to be a fine lady of the House Komori, easily learning things a housewife will do once she marries her husband (e.g., household chores, sewing clothes, cooking, tending to the place while man goes to war etc)

but sometimes Yui would sneak out and hide in the library, marvelling over romance and fantasy books bcos she kept hearing people talk abt her position as Eve and the dragons and all that stuff

she even had a good dream one night where she was riding a dragon, soaring high as she feels the clouds in her fingertips and her hair dancing with the wind

basically this best girl craved for adventure

her days of fun started when she was finally introduced to the triplets, especially to Ayato since he was the one who was born as Adam

as such, the servants would always make sure they play together despite Seiji's hatred towards the Sakamaki house; but Ayato doesn't get to play with them as often since Cordelia pressured him to be Karl's heir

but nonetheless, Yui would make time for him, would even try to study with him even tho it's unnecessary; even got to a point where they would sneak out and have fun in secret

all changed ofc bcos of war bcos Karl decided to test out the triplets' powers and how they would serve him while Yui was sent to Dragonstone so she could be taught of the ways of the House Komori, leading to Ayato and Yui drifting apart

it wasn't until she turned 17 when she returned to King's Landing and she met a whole new version of Ayato, one marked by war and violence (also found out that the House Sakamaki has been going against everything Seiji stands up for)

nonetheless, she would still approach the triplets, particularly Ayato and try to get everything back to their old times

this led her to gain the "Unburnt" title bcos when Kanato shook her hand one time with fire, she didn't get hurt (well he knew anyways since she is Eve)

Ayato actually pushed her away despite her reluctance and stubbornness, until it was a matter of time before he gave in and they finally got closer

Laito was the one who told them both abt the romantic love between them, which Yui knows is something Seiji would never allow

but Yui is Yui so she still went after her heart, confessing her feelings for Ayato one night in the castle's maze garden while there was an ongoing party

this was the beginning of an end

bcos on Yui's 18th bday, she thought Seiji would finally allow her relationship with Ayato since she was her Adam and she his Eve

only for him to betray her by having her marry Shin from the House Tsukinami

in retaliation and heartbreak, she spent her first night with Ayato in secret and promised him they would find their way back into each other and fulfill their promise; the dream where they will live somewhere far away and have kids and be free

she even kept a locket from him so it would remind her of their love for each other

ofc Yui's marriage with Shin was a disaster since Shin has never treated her as an equal and would beat her up if she doesn't get pregnant soon

Subaru managed to talk some sense into her and gave her a knife, telling her to take her role as Eve and run away

so she hatched her plan, connived with one of the maids and made sure Shin was playing the game she set out before finally stabbing his manhood and feeding him to his pet wolves

afterwards, Yui and her personal maid escaped via a dragon and went to the Dothraki sea where she was to stay and pick one of the Khals to marry

ofc Yui would never allow anyone to treat her again as a brooding mare, so she set them all on fire, watching everyone burn with the living witnesses cheering and kneeling before her

it was the beginning of an end, a time for the Eve to rise

STORY MASTERLIST HERE

#diahell #diabolik lovers fandom #diabolik lovers #yui komori #komori yui #game of thrones au #diabolik lovers x game of thrones #dl x got #dialovers x game of thrones #Spotify #ayato sakamaki #ayayui #ayato x yui #kanato sakamaki #laito sakamaki #subaru sakamaki #shin tsukinami

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 10 months

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From the Ashes Pt.5

Pairing(s): Rhaegar Targaryen x Lannister!Reader

Warnings: battle, canon character death, Rhaegar POV

Words: 2695

Summary: Rhaegar and Robert Baratheon fight side by side

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 3.5 Part 4 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Part 30 Part 31 Part 32 Part 33 Part 34

Book Two of Heir of Ash and Fire

Book One of Heir of Ash and Fire

“I’m sorry, Your Grace. . . Your mother has died. . .”

His ears had become numb. White noise was all he heard, sweeping him up just as it did when the news of (y/n) had been brought to him not too long ago. He was forced to lose another important person in his life.

A deep pain made its home in Rhaegar’s chest as he reached out for something to steady him. Jon Connington had been right beside him, catching him by the arm.

Rhaegar closed his eyes, trying to collect himself. It wouldn’t do for his men to see him in this state. “What of the baby?”

The messenger who was holding onto the note that had been delivered by raven, clutches it tightly. “She lives.”

Hope. A small mustard seed of hope, but hope nonetheless. “A girl? I have a sister?”

“Yes. Rhaella named her before she passed from this world. Your sister’s name is Daenerys.”

Letting out a shaky breath, Rhaegar smiled. “Daenerys.”

Jon took it upon himself to ask the next few questions. “Is she still on Dragonstone?”

The messenger nods. “Yes Ser.”

“Does Aerys yet know of the child’s birth?”

That made the young boy paused, looking from the silver haired Rhaegar to the fiery locks of Jon. He lowers his eyes, fearing both of the great men’s gazes. “Yes. . . He has instructed that no one be allowed to dock on Dragonstone and that the young Prince Viserys and Princess Daenerys be kept there until further notice.”

Rhaegar clenches his jaw. “Glad to know my father hasn’t changed a bit. And I bet he didn’t grieve the loss of his wife?”

“That I do not know, Your Grace. It was risky enough sending along the message to you.”

He already knew that Aerys didn’t grieve the death of Rhaella. Neither of them had loved the other. It wouldn’t be such a devastating blow to Aerys as it had been to Rhaegar losing (y/n).

“It’s probably best for them to stay on Dragonstone. Safer. As long as Aerys doesn’t try and bring them to King’s Landing. They should be fine.” Rhaegar whispered more so to himself. No one could hurt his younger siblings there on the remote island. He just regretted that they were by themselves. No mother or father, not even their big brother, there to guide them. They were alone, far from any family.

Dismissing the messenger, Rhaegar sighs and sits down at his small table. Sprawled out across the wood surface was his battle plan. A map of all of Westeros with small pieces made of stone, those that were painted red were symbolic of his father’s army, the small stone dragon pieces that were white were for Rhaegar’s troops. They were scattered all throughout the map, many of the red pieces being clustered near King’s Landing and along the Kingsroad. One positive thing that Aerys actually had going for him was his paranoia. It made him act fast in setting up clusters of troops near King’s Landing and any other major road that led to it which in turn proved to make the march more difficult for Rhaegar and his men. Robert Baratheon wasn’t one to be discouraged as he boasted that he would tear down each and everyone of the men that were sent their way. Oberyn liked the storm lord’s enthusiasm as he was ready for the battles to come. Jon, Rhaegar and Arthur were of a more cautious constitution.

“I’m sorry to hear about Queen Rhaella.” Arthur whispered, taking the opposite seat. “She was a good woman.”

“Good women hardly make it in this world.” Commented Jon who was pouring himself a generous glass of wine.

“It seems like I never have time to mourn.” Rhaegar reclines, staring at the red and white that was on the table. “I’ll weep for her when the war is won. . . Are you sure these were all the troops that were planted along the Kingsroad?”

Swirling the dark liquid around, Jon nods. “According to the Spider. Who knows if we can truly trust him though.”

“We can’t. We just have to gamble that he’s an ally.” Arthur replied, playing with an extra white dragon. His fingers rolled around the tiny details, running along the spine that possessed small bumps and along the wings that were curled in.

Rhaegar heaves out a sigh, betraying how weary he was of this whole war. “We have many questionable people on our side. Oberyn believes that we must take everyone who offers us a hand.”

That made Jon chuckle snidely. “He shouldn’t talk. Accepting a marriage proposal to Cersei Lannister. . .” He shakes his head. “Beyond stupid.”

“He has a point though.” The Sword of the Morning admitted, albeit grudgingly. “The only reason Aerys still has the major lords in his hand is due to everyone fearing him and his madness. There are a great many that believe it was him that. . . that set fire to (y/n)’s room. . .” Even Jon winced at the mention of Rhaegar’s late wife. Even a year after her passing and the wound had not yet healed for their prince. It grew infected and worse by the day as he carried her death with him. They saw the damage it had done from his eyes.

Half lidded eyes look up at his friends, those he would trust with his life. They were frozen, waiting for what Rhaegar’s reaction would be. Truth be told he no longer possessed any energy to cry for her even though when he was alone at night, memories of her would dance in his mind. The feeling of how she felt pressed up against him as they slept together in the safety of his bed. . . He longed for those days.

Wetting his lips, Arthur sets down the map piece and looks away. “I’m sorry, Your Grace. I didn’t mean to bring up something so painful. . .”

He shook his head. “Please don’t apologize. Not to me.” Wanting to change the subject, Rhaegar switches his attention back to the matter at hand. “Knowing my father, he probably has men waiting for our army in the Kingswood. As easy as it would be going through there we can’t risk it. The Kingswood is no place for a full on battle. The forces from King’s Landing will know that place like the back of their hand. We have no choice but to cross through the territories of the Reach.”

“That land is rich with those who are leal to Aerys.” Warned Arthur.

“We’ll have more open space if there’s a battle.” The prince counter argued. “We have a large battalion, thanks to the newly added men from Tywin Lannister and Dornishmen that are itching for the sight of blood. It would be an utter blood bath if we were to go through the Kingswood. The Reach offers a nice open battlefield. And who knows, maybe we could win over some of the smaller lords of the Reach.”

Jon finally settles into a seat. “We can only hope so.”

Shouts and screams from outside make the three men rise from their seats, alert and poised; ready for another battle. Rhaegar, closer to the tent’s exit, pulls back the flap and gazes outside to a multitude of knights hastily putting their armor on and climbing onto their horses. Chaos weaves between tents as Jon and Arthur gaze at their army, a frenzied mess.

One knight spots Rhaegar and immediately dashes toward him. The stag of Baratheon emblazoned on his chest. “Your Grace, it’s an ambush on one of our camps.”

“Has anyone caught sight of our enemies’ sigil?” Arthur is quick to ask before the knight runs off to join the battle. Already there is the clashing of swords in the distance that echoed in the once quiet clearing that they had made their camp in.

He shakes his head before hiking his leg over his horse’s back. The war horse gallops away to the source of battle.

Young Bors is already running toward Rhaegar, cheeks ablaze from running. “I’m sorry, Your Grace. I’m sorry that I’m late.”

“Don’t waste your breath on unnecessary apologies.” Rhaegar retreats back into his tent to get ready for another battle.

The fighting was in his northernmost camp where most of the Dornish army resided. Not taking too long to join the fight, a knight wearing the sigil of House Ashford immediately swung his blade at the Silver Prince who had just dismounted his horse. Rhaegar quickly deflected the blow with his own sword, making it sing along the length of his foes’ steal and making a quick jab to the Ashford knight’s throat. He fell off to the side and in came another to claim the glory of killing the would-be king. This time it was by a knight of House Merryweather. Noble houses of the Reach, loyal to Aerys, must have already gotten word of Rhaegar’s victory at Summerhall and prepared for his move through their rich lands. Those loyal to the Mad King were scared of his army as they should be. Spread the word to his father that he was coming for the throne. Rhaegar posed an actual threat with his own troops and forces. Aerys should not take him lightly.

Amidst the battle, Rhaegar caught sight of Robert’s horned helm as he was slaughtering foes left to right with such force that Rhaegar would have mistaken him for the Warrior himself. The young Baratheon bull fought with such force and fury that it was almost terrifying. Rhaegar would not want to be the one fighting against him in combat. There was something off though in Robert’s movement. Despite him seemingly slaying the enemy with ease, he was staggering. Reach knights noticed this as well and took advantage as they swarmed in on him like a bunch of ravenous locusts. Even for Robert, it was too much for him as he was starting to drown among them. Ned was deep in his own fight as was his brother; leaving Robert completely to his own.

Gritting his teeth, Rhaegar made the journey over to the young Baratheon lord to help him. Many got in the way, each one cut down by Rhaegar’s sword. Suns, direwolves, dragons, and stags alike blurred with the banners of the opposition as the frenzied dance continued all around him. This wasn’t like Summerhall which had been an easy victory. It was complete madness. Troops of the Reach were dwindling though, unable to withstand the might of Rhaegar’s army.

Robert met Rhaegar’s gaze, blue against lavender, as Rhaegar hacked away at the throng that had clustered around Robert. The two men fought back to back, defending one another as they thinned out those of House Merryweather and Ashford. Someone knocked off Rhaegar’s helm; who, he could not say as he wasn’t paying attention to sigils anymore. Both men were focused on keeping the other alive.

Before Rhaegar could react, a knight came swinging at his face. As Rhaegar was engaged in another sword fight, he was unable to block the attack. . . * “Your hair is so pretty.” (y/n) chirps happily from behind him. Rhaegar could only chuckle as he sat patiently as the young Lannister girl braided his hair. He looked out across the water that surrounded Dragonstone. A lovely day as a nice breeze makes the grass sway gently against them. Rhaegar’s harp sat across his legs, forgotten as he continued to smile at (y/n) braiding his hair. Little fingers that were clumsy at the harp were working so diligently at braiding his hair.

“Aaaand done!” She proclaims proudly, scooching away from Rhaegar to let him assess her work.

He moves his hand behind his head to feel several thick braids meticulously weaved into his hair. “That’s incredible.” And he meant it. “Where did you learn to do that?”

(y/n) moves back so that she’s facing him. Her own pale blonde hair was pulled back into braids. A pinkish-red ribbon finished off the end of her hair. “Thalina taught me. I used to practice on her hair before Viserys stuck molasses into it. Honestly she looks better with short hair though.”

That made Rhaegar frown. So young and his little brother was already acting up. A few months ago, Rhaella had came for a visit and brought Viserys with her as he was still needing his mother. He wreaked havoc on Dragonstone, as Rhaegar read from letters that (y/n) had sent him. A ‘cute little terror’ as (y/n) had called him. Already becoming entitled, Viserys had not let any of the maesters or septas have any peace when he was there. Especially (y/n). Even though she was older and held authority, Viserys walked all over her and treated her like any other house servant. He pulled her hair, broke her belongings, threw her jewelry into the sea and even set fire to a beautiful doll that Rhaegar had gotten her for her name day. He was surprised that all (y/n) had to say about Viserys was that he was a ‘troublesome child’. Any other girl of her status would have been furious and thrown a tantrum. Not gentle hearted (y/n). She took everything in stride, reminding everyone that he was just a child and didn’t know any better. The truth was that Viserys was being spoiled by their father. Aerys was already putting ideas of entitlement into the little prince’s mind; that everything belonged to him and no one could say no to him. Rhaella could do nothing about it as Aerys always had the last word in how his children were raised.

Rhaegar watches (y/n) as she goes on to make a crown composed of the small white flowers that were strewn all over the hill. She hummed to herself happily as she did so. There was such an improvement in her demeanor that Rhaegar couldn’t help the warmth that permeated in his chest.

“Are you happy here, (y/n)?”

She turns up her soft, green eyes. “Very much! I like to play in the room where the big table is. You can see all the mountains and rivers. It helps me when the maester teaches me geography.”

“Good. I’m glad.” * Rhaegar held up the hand mirror to examine his face.

“Can you still see out of your right eye?” Jon fretted behind him.

“Truth be told, I can’t see anything. My vision is all foggy.”

Robert, mending from his own wounds, gives out a hearty chuckle. “That’s what milk of the poppy will do to you.”

Even though he couldn’t see much, Rhaegar could still make out the vicious red line that went diagonally across his face. Pieces of his silver hair had been slashed off, making the maester cut off his long hair. Apparently it wouldn’t do to have the future king with a shabby haircut. Rhaegar thought it the least of his worries as he tried to force his vision to clear.

In a more serious tone, Robert continues. “You saved my life. I’m in your debt now.”

Gingerly, Rhaegar prodes at his face. It stung only a little bit, the milk of the poppy doing it’s job in numbing the pain. A scar, it would leave a nasty scar. He remembered (y/n)’s scars that were on her back. Long and jagged, now they matched. Rhaegar could still remember running his lips and tongue over her scars, how she would twitch as his motions tickled her slightly. A giggle would escape her and he would do it again out of playfulness instead of lust. There was no sound sweeter in the world than that of (y/n)’s uncontrollable giggles.

He set down the mirror and turned his attention to Robert. “Consider the debt repaid once I have my throne.”

He wouldn’t play games with his father anymore. Aerys had done too much damage. Killing (y/n) and continuously harming the gentle Rhaella. . .

Gone was the boy who loved to play his harp to delight his little fiancee.

Rhaegar would go after him with fire and blood.

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mercurygray · 2 months

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Fic writer interview

Thank you to @hesbuckcompton-baby for the tag!!

How many works do you have on AO3? 102, but I only started posting there in 2014. There is more fic dating back much farther on my ff.net account.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 1,035,887

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? The Darkening Sky - Band of Brothers She dealt her pretty words like blades - Little Women (2019) Waited for and Wanted - House of the Dragon More than a Team - Band of Brothers At Home, Alone - Prodigal Son

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! The way I figure, you've taken the time to write me something (and not everyone does) and the least I can do is say thank you, and maybe weigh in with some extra piece of lore or process.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I never finished writing this ending, but one of my TURN fics, La Fille du Regiment, was going to end with my character Margaret Frances running away from the character who was in love with her. They met in the middle of a war, and he was married, and she just wasn't convinced that it was ever going to work in her favor. So she ran away, and quickly married someone else who'd expressed interest earlier in the story. (There was also the small matter of her getting pregnant, which changed the time-table some.) Margaret was going to meet her love interest again some thirty years later and have him realize that the man with her is, in fact, his son, whom he'd never known about.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? A Rose Among the Briars is my big LOTR fic and I think really does have the happiest ending - Boromir doesn't die, gets married to a lovely woman, has kids, and lives happily ever after.

Do you write crossovers? I am a multi-verse madwoman. I love crossovers.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? YES. A Rose Among the Briars got some fun comments back in the day, including one particularly memorable comment from a woman who lambasted me for writing an OC who was younger than Boromir because 'he wouldn't go for that'.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? When the mood strikes me! I've written a lot of M/F smut and a tiny taster of M/M/F throuple things.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, I have! A Rose Among the Briars was translated into French (at least partially) by someone who just loved the story.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have! I used to do a lot of tag-team writing via instant messenger with several friends - they'd write a line, and you'd write a line back. It was a really, really interesting way to write and it sent scenes in very different and fun directions. Stopping to clarify things, or ask where they wanted something to go was really instructive.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? I think in terms of the volume of fic I wrote for them, my favorite ship has to be Emma Green and Henry Hopkins, from Mercy Street. I just really liked their character dynamic - he was the chaplain at a military hospital, trying to wrestle with past mistakes and what his role was in a war where he wasn't carrying a gun, and she was the privledged daughter of a wealthy slaveholder trying to find her place in a world that was changing all around her. Both of them had these really meaty moral storylines and there was just a lot of opportunity for poetry and scripture and longing glances and forbidden love and it was just really, really good.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I have this throuple thing I started writing for MOTA that will probably never see the light of day.

What are your writing strengths? People have told me recently that they really like my dialogue, and my ability to really capture canon character voices as true to form. I was also told I have an uncanny ability to introduce people and immediately make you care about them, which I'm pretty proud of.

What are your writing weaknesses? Keeping things short.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I actually kind of like it! I speak a little bit of French, and some Italian, but I always try to check with a native speaker if I'm adding whole lines in a different language.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Lord of the Rings. And that fic is still on ff.net if you want to go read it. I keep it there to keep me humble.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? I honestly can't think of one! Because I do so much shorter format stuff here on my tumblr, if I have an idea it usually ends up getting written!

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written? I am the most proud of The Darkening Sky. It was a three and a half year labor of love and far and away the most 'successful' thing I've ever written, but I gained so many new friends and people who just really loved the characters I created and I actually finished it! I'm notorious for not finishing big projects.

Tagging @mads-weasley, @latibvles, @basilone, @softguarnere, @softspeirs, @noneedtoamputate and anyone else who's writing fic for Masters of the Air right now!

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rotkinshock · 1 year

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Communication System and aftermath from it in One Piece

Ok I decided I will make it for One Piece Fanfic writers who, as me myself, had to be perfectly accurate to the realities of the world in one piece.

People rely on spoken and written way of communication, as so it comes to calls and letters, but, despite of how easy you might think it is, in one piece it's quite hard. Especially for pirates.

There are two common mistakes while writing something what requires communication on what myself got caught when I later checked if it's even able to do: Letters and range of Den Den Mushi calls and broadcasts.

News Coo

If you want to know anything about your friend or family member who is a pirate there are only prays that they have a wanted post or were noticed by a journalists and it is not due to a death of theirs. Otherwise? There is nothing else what they would send else.

They don't have a post system through which people can send letters.

Letters

Due to that if you have a letter to send outside the island or archipelag you have two options:

Marines If you're a marine or civilian you can without any worry in your heart send letters through giving it to marine to bring it to the recipient if their ship is heading there/it is an important document or letter. It is mainly an inside Marine thing to send important correspondence, civilians here mostly must be a member of family/a friend of a marine member to get a privilege to do so. Or just have a cool marines on your island to do so.

Messenger Personally or not. If you want to get your message safely to the recipient you need someone to bring it there, but it's always risky if place is under protection of marines. Best way is to give it to someone who is a navigator in a move if the person you send a letter is not on their next stop.

By far we got only Ace cover story and Rockstar delivering Shanks' letter to Whiteboard as examples of any letter deliveries outside marine, where those are hard to register/I remember those but forgot when it happened.

Den Den Mushi

For this I send you to the wiki site of them where each brand is described, but here I will short tell/explain each with where and when it can be used and be handy:

Black Den Den They are used mainly by Marines and Revolutionary Army to spy on normal calls when it is not attached to the White Den Den. Marines controls by that calls of pirates as well, knowing where to expect what pirates and so. More dangerous pirate or persona, more dangerous it can be spied from the nearest marine's base.

White Den Den It is an attachable snail what hides the call signal so Black Den Den can't hear it. Cool, but those are really hard to find. Only known owner of one is Dragon so good luck.

Baby Den Den Those are those small what fit in a standard human hand easily. They have a basic island range, and so their call is as well harder to catch on since the signal is really short. They are mostly used as microphones or walkie talkies. Very useful but still, better be careful if there is still a marine base on the island etc.

Normal Den Den Depending on the size and dial in it range might be different, but it is circa in an ocean range, better dig into it and range might be longer. On the East Blue, mainly bigger islands or rich towns, if there was no Marine base, had anyone with it, rather richer people or people with their own locals.

Conclusions

If the pirates are talking about curtain meet up or thing, marines start to get ready to do a move so it's always good to have on mind to give more realism to the world to have that on mind.

More secret or spy-like nature of the crew/organization, if they are not under protection of WG or Marines rather should be prepared for any outside calls.

Civilians and Pirates are rather forgotten to freely talk if the island is not under protection of that pirate crew. If neighbors or just people from the island will notice contact between two, or marines who have base near will notice that the crew is visiting curtain island way too many times, pirates might get caught at some point. Disclaimer here: Shanks was using that Garp is on the duety and no Marine appears on his home village through that time. Keeping an eye on details like those are quite important if you want to menage safety for your crew.

Calls between Marines, especially from higher-ups, are protected by the protocols and codes.

When Marine ship gets near the base, the base calls the ship from automate, catching the contact with it without even need to roll the number, to get the number of the ship, fleet, and entry code to get to the dock. Similar is when the gates of justice are needed to be opened to leave, protection there is on a higher level because of the places it protects.

To send someone to give specific person a letter you must send them with at least two things: - vivre card of recipients - vivre card of sender or - eternal pose to the island of recipients where they live/wait - eternal pose to the island of sender where they live/wait Despite if the messenger is a navigator or not, if the lands are not known by them, coming back or even finding their way back to their group will be much harder without it.

Fun idea is that you can create a crew specialized in being messengers! Be the one who do the god's work.

Everything said about letters is the same with packages! Have your own postman!

Revolutionary Army, due to Karasu's abilities, they can send between each other and their allies messenger crows.

Same goes to Nefertari family and Alabastra royalty and nobility have their messenger ducks.

Fishmen and mermen can communicate with fish, and as so they might use them sa messenger fish.

My idea what I use with snipers or characters like Katakuri or Garp: If you can shot or throw really strongly and precisely, you can literally send by that way a message! Put it into the cannonball and woosh! In a bullet? Easy! Metal envelope? Even smarter and better! I personally use for snipers with strong grip metal envelopes or pop up messages in long bullets what pop up by the impact. For Usopp messages hald in a big bullet to bloom together with the bullet by the impact! Ofc u can use all those ideas freely!

Btw the extra graphic here are from the blog linked in the first one!

Let me know if you would want me to make more posts like this one, I like to make big researches on the fields like those etc

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