#<3 He and Luke are my children no questions asked

[galaxyempire-lilith]

Ok so ima go to sleep but first.

How????

I read your works in the last 2 hours and I was freaking out over the prank one with twst house wardens and others.

Love them a lot <3

Anyways goodnight everyone it is 12:08 and I have school at 7:30 (I wake up at 5:30 because my bus ride is an hour long no lie)

[7s3ven]

NOBODY’S SON, NOBODY’S DAUGHTER. luke (pjo) pt 1

PART 1 > PART 2 > PART 3 > PART 4 (last pt)

( master list )

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N, after spending a decade at Camp Half-Blood, still remains unclaimed. Luckily, Luke is there to keep her company as her good friend. And to, perhaps, provide a bit more.

“I’m in the wind, you’re in the water. Nobody’s son, nobody’s daughter.”

( follows the show - kind of just a oneshot bc i’m bored )

Warnings : fighting, violence, a little too much of a description about injuries

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Nobody had been this excited about a new kid since three years ago, when a H/C-haired girl showed up holding a Harpy’s head. The new arrival had slain a Minotaur, which Clarisse wasn’t too happy about. She was convinced he was a liar.

Y/N sat in the Hermes cabin, closely inspecting her empty juice box. She had waken up an hour ago yet her good friend, Luke, still woke up earlier. She always wondered where he went in the early morning. Perhaps to get some sword training in before the day started. He was, after all, the best swordsman in camp.

The rays of sun poured through the window, bathing the wooden floor in light. A few of the Hermes kids groaned, knowing Luke would burst through the doors any second and force them to get up. He always did when the sun rose.

As expected, Luke kicked the door open. “Good morning!” He exclaimed, as energetic as ever. “The new kid’s coming today so get up and start cleaning! I’m mainly talking to you guys.” Luke sent the group in the corner a stern look and added, “Y/N, you’re fine.” He pointed at her with his usual boyish grin.

Lately, Y/N had been sleeping in Luke’s bed while he slept on the floor. They took turns switching. Lying on the ground for more than a decade now wasn’t good for the back.

After all this time, Y/N was still unclaimed. It usually took a week or less. Y/N was a prime example of the Gods above ignoring their children.

“He’s the one who killed the Minotaur, right?” Y/N questioned as Luke collapsed onto his mattress, partly to annoy Y/N who was sitting on it. The H/C-haired girl scoffed and playfully rolled her eyes, yet she couldn’t contain the amused smile on her face.

“Yeah. He can join your little monster slaying group. Let’s hope he gets claimed because I can’t deal with a boy version of you.” Luke teasingly grinned while Y/N scoffed and slapped his shoulder.

“You love my company.” She uttered, rolling her eyes.

Luke’s friends snickered to themselves. “More like he loves you.” One whispered to another.

“What’s his name again?” Y/N asked, tilting her head to the side. “Was it… Tom?” Luke stared at her in disbelief before lightly snorting.

“You’re way off, Y/N. Stop thinking, you’ll hurt that tiny brain of your’s. Just do what you do best; sit still and look cute.” Luke ruffled her tidy hair, turning it into a bird’s nest again.

Y/N flung a pillow at him, and glowered at the Hermes boy. “I’m going to kick your ass in capture the flag.” She threatened, poking his shoulder. Clarisse, out of all people, was her best friend. So naturally, she teamed up with her.

“I wouldn’t be so sure, princess.” Luke lightly shoved her which caused Y/N to gasp in disbelief.

“Don’t push a lady, Luke!”

The other campers, already used to their antics, just chuckled. “Hey, love birds!” One of the unclaimed kids exclaimed. “Get a room!” With her smart she was, Y/N assumed she was Athena’s child.

Y/N and Luke liked to play a silly game where they guessed which camper belonged to which godly parent. It was fun. Luke was never wrong until the day he tried to guess Y/N’s.

A year ago, he guessed Aphrodite. His explanation? Because she was charming and she had a certain aura that followed her. And because she was pretty. That was the only time he was wrong because Y/N never ended up in a cabin.

“So, what do you think of the new kid? Which cabin?” Y/N asked as she and Luke walked outside. He shoved his hands into his pockets, laughing.

“Tough call. I haven’t even met him yet. Apollo, maybe?” Luke shrugged and frowned. “I’ll tell ya my guess when I see him.”

“I’m guessing… Poseidon.” Y/N uttered, earning a light snort from Luke.

“No way. Is that your confirmed guess? Being a child of Poseidon would mean being a forbidden child.”

The game had a few rules.

One. You can only take a single guess and once you confirm it, you can’t change it.

Two. You can’t ask the kid you’re talking about. Luke considers that cheating. You can only observe them.

Three. No asking Annabeth because she’s always right.

“I guess. It’s not like I ever win, right?” Y/N laughed, grinning at Luke. He stared at her for a moment before returning her bright smile.

“I know we don’t usually make bets, but if your guess turns out right, I’ll willingly give up in the next capture the flag game after he’s claimed.” Luke puffed out his chest, certain Y/N wouldn’t win.

“And if you win?” She asked, arching an eyebrow.

“You give me your strawberries.” Luke had an obsession with strawberries that everybody, even the gods above, knew about.

“You’re on, Luke.” Y/N held out her hand with her lips curved up into a teasing smirk.

“Good luck, princess. Looks like I’ll be taking all your strawberries.” Luke ran his tongue over his teeth, already being able to taste the sweet, red fruit in his mouth.

He walked off, playfully winking at Y/N. Clarisse, who saw the whole conversation go down, hurried over to Y/N. “Looks like you and lover boy have a bet going in.” She smirked, raising both her eyebrows. “You two are cute together.”

“Don’t mess with me, Clari. We’re just friends.” Y/N rolled her eyes at what her friend was suggesting. She had been friends with Luke for three years now and she had known him for even longer.

“Are you just friends… or you want to be more?” Clarisse leaned forward with that taunting glint in her beautiful eyes. Y/N groaned, shoving her away. Clarisse simply laughed. “Come on, princess.” She mocked.

“Oh, come on, Risse.” That was a horrid nickname given to Clarisse by an Apollo boy who seemed to be obsessed with her.

“Shut up!” Clarisse exclaimed, eyeing Y/N up and down in disgust as if she was the Apollo boy. “You know how I feel about him!”

“And you know how I feel about Luke.”

“Yeah… but do you?” Clarisse tilted her head to the side before her gaze flickered to something, or rather someone, behind Y/N. “The Minotaur kid is out.” She grumbled and sharply clicked her tongue.

“Great. I can see if my stupid guess was correct.” Y/N glanced over her shoulder, watching the boy walk beside Chiron. His hair was curled, much like Luke’s, and blond. Clarisse had wandered off in the midst of Y/N’s staring, but she didn’t mind.

Suddenly, the boy lifted his head. His eyes clashed with Y/N’s, and he almost jumped at how intensely she was staring at him. Y/N merely smiled before turning away.

“So, what do you think?” She asked Luke as they walked towards the Hermes cabin side by side, their shoulders brushing against each other.

“Hard to say for now.” Luke replied. Y/N looked at him and he stared back before the pair burst into quiet laughter. Just locking eyes could make two friends find anything hilarious.

“I assume you’ll take him under your wing? Good luck.” Y/N nudged him with her elbow, which seemed to be a normal gesture between them.

“Thanks, princess. See ya.”

Y/N turned around, almost crashing into a disoriented Percy Jackson. He seemed jumpy and panicked. Of course, how couldn’t he be? He had just unknowingly killed a monster and his mother had been taken.

“Hi. The first day is always rough. Don’t beat yourself up about it.” Y/N muttered to him before she passed by.

She didn’t stick around to hear Chiron announce him. She sighed, wandering aimlessly around the camp. She saw Clarisse talking to her siblings. Y/N had always wondered what it was like to have siblings you could relate to. What did it feel like to understand each other? To go through the same difficulties?

The Hermes cabin was comfortable and friendly enough but it wasn’t the same. She wanted to feel what a true family felt like, or at least was supposed to.

As Y/N had expected, Luke was the first to talk to Percy.

“I’m Luke.” He introduced himself to the boy after the rocky start to their conversation.

“Percy. Hey, uh, who was that girl before? The H/C-haired one?” He questioned, clearing his throat.

“Y/N. She’s nice most of the time the time but a pain in the ass during capture the flag.” Luke chuckled, shaking his head. “Nah. I’m just kidding. Don’t tell her I said that, though.”

“You guys seem close.” Percy uttered, remembering the way Luke looked at Y/N when they talked.

“Yeah. She’s my best friend. Unfortunately for me, her best friend is an aggressive Ares kid.” He grinned, fiddling with the hem of his shirt. “Feel free to lie down anywhere. Just don’t get too close to Y/N. If she’s having a monster dream, she kicks in her sleep.”

One of the campers across the cabin groaned. “I know how that feels. The bruise lasted for weeks!” The others burst into laughter while Percy hurriedly made a mental note.

Avoid the pretty girl when she sleeps.

Percy was lucky that Y/N, who lay on the floor a few feet away from him, wasn’t having one of her infamous nightmares. He couldn’t say the same for himself, though.

Percy sat up, panting and sweating. He looked around, realising where he was. Birds chirped in the distant and he could hear the faint sound of chatter through the wooden walls.

“You okay?” Luke asked.

“Super.” Percy sarcastically responded.

“We all have them here, you know.” Luke clicked his tongue and sighed. “Intense, reoccurring nightmares. That’s normal here. Take Y/N for example. When she first came here, no one wanted to get near her while she slept. Girl’s a bloody good kicker.”

Percy lightly chuckled while Luke smiled. “The daydreams and ADHA and dyslexia are normal too. Demigods just process reality differently than humans do. For the first time in your life, you’re just like everyone else.”

“So, are you also…” Percy trailed off, not wanting to sound rude to his first friend at camp.

Luke found his hesitation amusing. “Am I unclaimed? No. Hermes is my father.”

“And Y/N? Is her father also Hermes?”

Luke scrunched up his face like he had just eaten a sour lemon. “Oh, no. Heck no. Y/N’s unclaimed… still. She has been for a while.” The brunette pressed his lips into a thin line as he gazed at Y/N, who was laughing with Clarisse.

“Why hasn’t Aphrodite claimed her? I mean, she looks the part.”

“That’s what we’re all asking ourselves. We all thought she’d be Aphrodite’s kid.”

Boys and girls flocked towards Y/N like she was a muse. It was no secret that out of all the campers, Y/N stood out the most. There was something unique about her, how she always hung around the aggressive Ares kids like she wanted to be one of them.

She was a tough opponent but a little too soft for Ares’ liking.

Too gentle for Ares but too angry for Aphrodite. She was constantly stuck in the middle. It almost seemed like no god or goddess wanted her in their cabin because she had proved herself over and over again.

“How long has she been unclaimed?” Percy inquired. Kids before him had asked that very same question and every time, they were never ready for the answer.

“A decade.” Luke replied, “She’s been here for a decade. Last year, there was a stupid rumour going around that she was fully mortal but that doesn’t make sense. If she was, she wouldn’t be here in the first place.”

“Why so long?”

“Nobody knows.” Luke shrugged. He had wondered that too. And he could see how it was weighing down on Y/N. The unclaimed kid was what campers referred to her as. They used her as an example of what not to do.

“Will she ever get claimed?”

Luke hoped she would. For her sake. He knew how she felt about not having a related family of her own. For now, she was satisfied laughing over silly tales with the Hermes kids.

“So, where does she go during the day? She disappeared yesterday and today.” Percy tilted his head to the side, not being able to spot Y/N anymore. Luke paused. It was uncommon for him to not have an answer to everything.

“I… don’t know. I assume Clarisse and her go somewhere.”

“Probably swimming in the lake.” Grover said, overhearing the two’s conversation.

It was scorching during Summer at Camp Half-Blood. Most stayed in the shade while an occasional kid or two tended to the plants. So it would make sense that Y/N would go to a lake to cool off.

Luke left Percy in the company of Grover and made his way towards the Lake in the middle of the forest. As Grover guessed, he found Y/N and Clarisse and a few other Ares kids swimming in the water or sitting on the nearby rocks.

“Hey, Y/N, your lover boy is here!” One of them exclaimed. Y/N, from her spot in the middle of the lake, glared at him. She huffed before swimming over to Luke, easily heaving herself onto shore.

“Hey, Luke, ready to make your guess yet?” She asked, grinning up at him. “Or do you wanna swim?”

“My guess is definitely not Hephaestus.” Luke said as he sat down in front of Y/N. His gaze flickered to her new swimsuit. “New bathing suit?”

“Yeah. Miya got it for me.” Miya was a child of Aphrodite and favored Y/N quite a lot.

“Ah. No wonder it’s so…” Luke hesitated, “Revealing.” He tried to act like a gentleman but his cheeks flushed every time he even looked at Y/N.

“One more day until I kick your ass.” Y/N laughed as she sank back into the water, returning a moment later with her hair dripping wet and her face shining in the sunlight. She looked effortlessly angelic.

“Are you sure you’re ready to handle Y/N again, Luke? She almost beat you last time.” Clarisse snickered as she floated on her back.

Luke scoffed. “Keyword. Almost.” It was true that Y/N had almost beaten him in his own game of sword fighting but that was because she was becoming increasingly more distracting.

Gone was the shy and quiet kid who always trailed behind Clarisse. With every passing year, Y/N became more headstrong and, well, beautiful. That’s why it was so hard for Luke to keep his feelings to himself now. Even Clarisse could see through his facade.

“I’m ready to make my guess.” Luke finally announced, catching Y/N’s wavering attention. She arched an eyebrow, intrigued. “My guess… is Demeter. I met the kid and he seems gentle. A soft and kind soul.”

“Nice. I guess we’ll find out soon.” Y/N’s guess was nothing but a joke and she’d end up laughing if she was actually correct.

“Join me for a little swim?” Y/N asked, reaching out to tug on Luke’s shirt. He sighed while Y/N merely smiled. A moment later, he gave in. Luke lifted his shirt over his head while Y/N stared at him a little too shamelessly for her liking. Some of the Ares boys teasingly wolf-whistled which made Luke chuckle.

He jumped into the lake, practically tackling Y/N and taking her under with him. “Luke!” She yelled, hitting his shoulder when they resurfaced.

“Oh no. The married couple is fighting again.” Zyra, Clarisse’s half-sister, said. She and Clarisse shared a knowing grin.

“They’re so whipped.” Clarisse whispered, subtly swimming away to give the two more space.

It was the day Y/N had eagerly been waiting for. Perhaps her favourite day at Camp. Capture the flag day.

Clarisse handed Y/N a spear. “I got it fixed for you.” The brunette said. During the last game, Y/N’s spear had broken. She was forced to fight with half of it after that.

Y/N adjusted Clarisse’s armour, ensuring that it was tight enough before putting on her own helmet.

“You’re gonna love this.” She overhead Luke say to Percy as they passed by. “Camp-wide mock warfare. All glory to the victors. Annabeth’s the head counsellor. She’s led our team to three straight wins.”

Y/N looked away, giving Luke the perfect chance to gaze over at her. “Y/N and Clarisse lead the other team. Clarisse is rather… impulsive, though. Y/N’s come up with some good plans but Ares kids always go off the rails.”

“What’s the deal with you and Y/N anyway?” Percy suddenly switched the topic, much to Luke’s surprise. “I mean, you guys say you’re just friends but you’re always looking at each other. And talking. And you stare at her like she’s your world. Sometimes I wish I could look at someone like that.” Percy sighed while Luke was left speechless.

Luke cleared his throat and shook his head. “Let’s just… focus on the game.”

The conch shell blew. Y/N stood side Clarisse, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Heroes, it’s time.” Chiron announced. “The game begins. The first team to retrieve the opposing flag and return it across the river shall be the victor. As always, there will be no maiming and no killing. I trust these rules will be respected.”

He subtly glanced over at Clarisse and her cabin.

“Let the games begin.”

There was twenty minutes until the next conch shell, which meant game-on. Normally, Clarisse and Y/N would pair up and hunt through the woods for the first few hours. But Clarisse had a different idea this time.

“Good luck.” Y/N said to her friend, slinging her spear over her shoulder. Y/N split up with the rest of her team, taking with her small portion of campers.

“We follow Clarisse’s plan this time. We’re the last defense meaning that if the blue team manages to get through, we fight like our lives depend on it.” Y/N said as she gripped her spear tightly.

“What are going to do?” Someone else asked.

“I’m going to…. look around.”

Luke grunted as a sword piercing his upper arm. He easily disarmed his opponent and kicked them to the ground.

“We give up.” The red leader grumbled, wincing as their brushed their fingers over his cuts.

“I wanna move quick. Straight through the woods for their flag.” Luke uttered.

“Y/N and Clarisse hunt in those woods for the first few hours, you know that. They’ll cut us down.”

Luke grinned, shaking his head. “Annabeth has a plan for Clarisse. And Y/N, as always, is mine. Don’t worry about her.”

“Last time I didn’t worry about her, she almost chopped my head off. By accident!” Chris loudly exclaimed, shoving Luke. Unbeknownst to the pair, Y/N was watching from above in the trees, hidden by the thick leaves.

She skilfully hopped from branch to branch, sliding down in front of her teammates. “The blue team is coming. They got past the other defences. Get in position.” Y/N hid behind a thick tree branch, panting and listening carefully for the sound of Luke’s voice.

She heard a twig snap and peeked her head out slightly to see Luke, Chris, and the rest of their small team. Y/N looked up, signalling to her friends above that it was almost time.

The moment Luke, who was leading the pack, stepped right where Y/N wanted him, she revealed herself. “Now!” She shouted, raising her spear and striking Luke. He easily blocked her attack.

“Thought you could ambush us, princess? Nice try.” Luke chuckled, pushing Y/N back.

“I’d say that it worked just fine.” Y/N retorted, lunging at Luke again. She pinned him to a nearby tree, holding the blade of her spear to his throat.

Chris grabbed Y/N by her shirt, pulling her back. Luke swung his sword at her but Y/N simply ducked to avoid the blow.

She tried to run off to help her teammates but Luke blocked her path. “Where do you think you’re going?” He uttered, playfully furrowing his eyebrows.

Y/N scoffed, kicking his ankles. She pointed at spear at his chest, poking it ever so slightly. “Ready to give up, Luke?”

“In your dreams.” He rolled over, latching onto Y/N’s arm and pulling her down with him. Y/N yelped, quickly scrambling up before he could grab her again.

She looked around at her surroundings, finally understanding what Luke’s plan was. It was to keep Y/N away from her team so that Luke’s could take them down. That left Y/N solely alone, standing between the flag and the blue team.

She panted, glaring at Luke. “Bring it on, Luke.” She muttered, holding up her spear. Luke was the first to make a move. He jumped at her, swinging his blade. Y/N dodged it and blocked another attack from Chris.

She quickly lowered her head, tackling another Hermes kid. Y/N rolled across the floor, swiftly standing up. “You won’t be getting near that flag on my watch.” She kicked Luke and whacked Chris. One of the Athena girls launched herself at Y/N, gripping onto her leg.

Y/N shook her off but the girl’s weight caused her to topple over. The bits of debris grazed at her skin. Chris swung his sword, slashing at Y/N. The blade cut her lower arm and blood welled up from the slit.

Quietly groaning, Y/N heaved herself up. She lightly swayed, unbalanced and a little weak. “Like I said,” She murmured, “You aren’t getting that flag.”

Y/N blocked every attack and blow aimed her way but she was getting slow. She could barely lift her weapon fast enough to stop Luke from successfully landing a hit.

Everything was becoming too overwhelming as she struggled to keep up. It was all a fast blur filled with weapons violently clashing against each other and shouting.

Up above, thunder crashed and lightning flickered through the darkening sky. Rain poured down, drenching the campers.

The thunder got louder and the lightning brighter as the seconds passed until nobody could ignore it. A harsh flash of lightning hit a tree nearby, setting it alight.

“Y/N, watch out!” Luke shouted, reaching out. Strings of electricity rippled around Y/N as a burning tree branch fell towards her. Luke sprinted towards her, dropping his sword in the process. He tackled Y/N, shielding her from harm’s way.

She groaned as she hit her head, black dots swirling around in her vision. She felt numb and her head lolled to the side as she heard shouts of victory followed by gasps of surprise.

“Y/N L/N has been claimed by Zeus, the king of Gods and the God of thunder and ruler of the sky.”

[dorcas4meadowes]

Blood bending - Luke Castellan

Pairing - Luke Castellan x Fem!Poseidonreader (yes persassy)

Summary: watching avatar the last Airbender, but it's just giving Percy ideas on how to hurt Luke <3

(My bsf gave me the head canon and had to execute it)

warning: mentions of blood

w/c (short) 648

Master list

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Nostalgia endeared the Hermes' cabin, settling amongst the slouching bodies who took closure beside the blaring television. The soft glow that the screen emitted illuminating their tired yet content faces, casting a haze amongst the cabin of travelers.

The day had be tedious and the fatigued residents found solace in the familiarity of Avatar the last air bender, the show reminiscing through their adolescence.

As the final notes of the departure theme begun to unfold many moved from their strategically placed pillows and forts of blankets to take advantage of the interval. Numerous of the smaller Hermes' children retreating to their beds with heavy yawns and blankets draped over their shoulders. The remainder of inhabitants consisted of the older counsellors, except for a disappointed blonde who sat with his arms folded over one another with a disgruntled expression on his face.

He could not relish in the show for as long as the couple adjacent to him continued to be happy.

He made you laugh? The guy with the personality of wet cabbage, Percy thought as Luke - your boyfriend of 2 months - whispered something into you ear which made you helpless giggle. Percy rolled his eyes and tried to divert his attention away from Luke, focusing on the scent of buttery popcorn which wafted across the room and then in an instant, a sinister thought crossed his mind.

You had caught your breath from Lukes words and let yourself relax against him as one of his arms loosely hung around your middle, his other intertwined with your fingers which rested against his leg. You mumbled mindlessly until something caught your gaze, your brother.

"Can you see what Perce is doing", you asked Luke since your head were mainly stowed into the side of your boyfriend.

"I don't exactly know?" he responded, which made you lift away to watch Percy abide to be a buffoon.

He subtly gestured with his fingers to mimic water bending moves he had seen and then you knew what he was trying to do as his eyes bored into Luke's.

"Baby, he trying to blood bend" you said with ease, glancing back to Luke who didn't move from his spot, an amused smile playing on his lips.

"He can't do that right?" he questioned.

"He wouldn't have the control", you responded.

"Can you?"

"Yes" you mumbled, avoiding the question.

"On who?" he asked.

"That is none of your concern".

Instead of bending Luke's insides, Percy knocked over a bottle of water which sat on the coffee table, spilling its contents across the surface, a laugh falling from your lips.

"Percy its not going to work" you snickered, softening back into your boyfriends arms.

"How do you know?" he inquired, moving his fingers once again.

"You need to be calm".

"I am calm".

"Yes very" Luke intervened.

"Shut up Castellan" he yelled.

"Percy Jackson, do not scream at my boyfriend".

"He deserves it".

"Right i'm calling Sally" you threatened, but before you could stand he begun to apologise immensely. "Not to me, to Luke".

He appeared revolted, his cheeks turning a dark hue of red, "sorry" he whispered.

"Louder".

"Sorry" he said, quieter than the first time.

"Thank you Percy" Luke said beside you, accepting the deflated confession.

"What would you have done anyways Perce?" you asked him. You watched him think about ways he could injure your boyfriend, his features forming a smile.

Throw him into a fire?

Make him spill water on himself?

Drown him?

He could do the last one simply without bending his blood so instead of replying he made a list of potential ways he could hurt your boyfriend, the repetitive thoughts of violence lulling him to sleep against the couch underneath him.

You allowed him to rest until it was only Luke and yourself on the couches. After a few complaints about the sound from the television you stood and let your boyfriend walk you back to your cabin, with a snoozing Percy resting against him in his arms. 

"He's cute when he's asleep".

“When he isn’t trying to drown you”.

[maidragoste]

I wish that too

Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!Reader (Daughter of Rhaenyra) x Aegon II Targaryen

Masterlist Serie

Part 3 Part 5

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"What are you reading?" you asked breaking the silence.

You were in your brother's chambers, Aegon. There wasn't a day when you didn't visit him, you always made time to see him or sometimes you forced him to take a walk with you and the children in the gardens, of course, you did this only when the king or your husband was not with you.

"About Daenys the Dreamer"

"Is it interesting?" you inquired hoping your brother will talk to you more. You remembered when he was younger and rambled excitedly about the stories your parents told him. But now you hardly listened to him speak, after your mother's death Aegon had become a quiet child. If you could you would take away all the pain. You were sad that your little brother had to see the horrors of war, he was too young to have to see his family die.

"You can't marry him," said the boy calling your attention "We can escape in your dragon" he kept talking surprisingly to you even more because it wasn't a secret that since he saw Sunfyre burning your mother he didn't like dragons anymore. He tensed up whenever he heard or saw a dragon. He even refused to spend time with the dragon egg you gave him. So for him to propose escaping with your dragon he really didn't want you to marry the king.

"Egg, I have to do it" you tried to caress his face but he pulled away from him and glared at you.

"He killed our mother" he slammed the book shut "You should hate him. You should want him dead. You should fight him but you don't do anything. You just sit next to him at dinner and walk around the gardens. Did you do the same at war while my father, mother, and Jace fought?" As he spoke his breathing became more and more labored. It seemed that at any moment he would burst into tears and all you wanted to do was take him in your arms but you knew he would reject you.

You wanted to tell Aegon that you wish you had fought with your family. Tell him how you thought more than once about getting on your dragon and going to fight together with Jace. How you dreamed of seeing him again, of hugging him and seeing his smile. In your dreams, your brother always welcomed you with open arms. But that never happened, you never left the castle, you never went looking for it. There was no point in telling Egg that because it wouldn't change anything. Your family is still dead and you are still the traitor, the idiot, the coward who did nothing during the war.

"If Jace was here he would be avenging mother" you heard him mutter.

"It doesn't matter because Jace is dead"

"I wish he was here and you were dead"

Your little brother's words didn't hurt you. If you could take the place of Jace, Luke, Joffrey, or Viserys you would without hesitation. Your brothers did not deserve that tragic end. You got goosebumps remembering how each one died. They had a lot ahead of them. Jace would have been a good king, Luke sooner or later would have learned to sail a ship without getting seasick and would have become a worthy heir to the Driftmark, Joffrey and Viserys were just children.

"I wish that too" the words came out of your mouth without even thinking about it.

Aegon looked at you with wide eyes. He wasn't serious. He loved you. He had only gotten carried away by his anger, he wanted to see your reaction, he was tired of seeing you so calm as if the death of the whole family had not affected you. But he never thought you would tell him that. He never thought you were keeping your pain to yourself.

"I wasn't serious," he said with a broken voice "I don't want you to die. I swear", I hugged you tightly feeling terrible for having made you believe otherwise "I love you"

"Shhh, Egg," you said lovingly as you stroked his hair "Okay, I know you're just mad"

"No, it's not okay" Aegon denied "I'm so sorry. I don't want you to die. I don't want to be alone" it broke your heart to hear the desperation in his voice.

"Listen to me" you took his face in your hands "You're not alone, Egg. I won't let anyone take me away from you or hurt you" you promised with total seriousness "For that I need to be queen. I'm getting married to keep the peace but also to keep you safe, do you understand?" he nodded "I love you" you kissed his forehead and hugged him tightly.

•••••

You woke up screaming feeling your skin burning, but I knew it wasn't true that it was just a product of your nightmare… You weren't burning and your mother hadn't ordered Syrax to kill you. It had only been a dream but you could still hear his voice calling you a traitor.

"Hey, hey. It's okay, you're safe" Aemond said taking you into his arms and you clung to him. You're sure you were holding his arm too tightly but he didn't seem bothered by that "Come on, breathe with me, love" your husband's soft voice comforted you as did his arms. "Inhale" he took a deep breath and waited patiently to see you do the same, he saw how your chest inflated "Exhale" you two let out their breath together. Repeated the same exercise again until the prince remembered the presence of the guard "All right, Ser Fell. You may withdraw."

"Good night, prince, princess," the guard said before leaving.

You had not realized that the guard had entered. You shouldn't have been surprised to see him. Ever since your engagement to Aegon was announced, you've always had a member of the royal guard behind you. Today it was Ser Willis Fell's turn to guard your door. Clearly hearing your screams had entered your room in search of an intruder. You felt ashamed. Soon you would be queen and here you were screaming from a bad dream like you were a little girl again. You were hoping you hadn't woken the whole castle.

You also didn't realize that Baelon and Aemon were awake. Your screams woke up the children. They were crying now, clearly scared and upset that you interrupted their sleep. You feel guilty.

"I'm sorry" you let go of Aemond, you noticed your fingernail marks on his arm "Could you hold Aemon while I held Baelon?" you asked and were about to get out of bed when the prince took your face in his hands.

"You have nothing to apologize for or to feel ashamed of" he declared and hoped you could see that he was speaking with total sincerity "I am your husband, I am here to support you. Never be afraid to show your fears to me. I am here" I kiss your forehead.

"Thank you" in another moment you would have smiled when hearing his words but now you felt discouraged. Still those words meant a lot to you, they gave you security and comfort, so you kissed him hoping to convey your feelings. "Now let's calm down those beasts before they wake up everyone"

They both got out of bed and went to the twins' crib. You couldn't help but snort as you watched Aemon quickly seem to calm down just by being in his father's arms. Just as you were about to lovingly complain about how unfair it was that you're going to carry your baby for 9 months and then be a daddy's boy, Aegon, Jaehaera, who was clinging to her father's hand, and Egg just walked into the room. What surprised you the most was seeing your younger brother behind the king.

"Everyone is fine?" asked the king looking at you and Aemond carefully in search of any injury or something out of place. You noticed how Egg also did the same "We were worried"

"We heard your screams" Jaehaera added sadly.

"I'm sorry" you apologized as you rocked Baelon trying to calm him down "I didn't mean to wake you up or scare you. I just had a bad dream"

"Oh, mom used to sleep with me when I had nightmares. That made me feel better" said the little girl letting go of her father's hand to get closer to you and Baelon "We can sleep with you so you feel better" you decided to sit in one of the armchairs so she can see her cousin better.

"I think this is a good idea. So you're not alone ”said your brother speaking for the first time since he had entered the room. Aemond raised an eyebrow at your brother, feeling a little offended that he thought his company of him and wasn't comfortable enough for you. But then he felt like an idiot when he saw the boy's eyes and realized that Egg was actually afraid, afraid that something would happen to you if he lost sight of you.

You looked at Aemond to see if he had any complaints but your husband just nodded seeing no problem, if being around the kids made you feel better then he wouldn't deny you.

"Fine, we can have a sleepover" it wasn't enough for you to say more words for the king to order the guard to bring another mattress.

Then Aemond as he watched the servants arranging the mattresses on the floor and putting on the sheets realized that you weren't looking at him because of the children. You looked at him to see if he was okay with Aegon, the king, sleeping with you. Your bed was big enough for the two of you and the two children but not big enough for one more adult.

He was furious and was about to kick his brother out of him until he saw how relaxed you were as he took Baelon. Baelon finally seemed to calm down and he was afraid that if he took Baelon out of the king's arms his son would become hysterical again. Besides if he made a scene he would ruin everyone's mood. You were smiling as you listened to Jaehaera and Egg argue over which tale is better to tell Baelon. He decided to ignore his anger and join in the conversation, sitting next to you. You leaned your head on his shoulder and smiled at him. A part of him was afraid of your closeness to Aegon but he knew you still loved him. I could see it in your eyes.

The next day when Alicent was looking for her children and her granddaughter, they informed her that they were in your rooms. She went there and entered quietly. She found two mattresses on the floor and all the last Targaryens sleeping together. Aemond was sleeping on your left, hugging you, you were in the center with your brother sleeping on top of you, Aegon was on your right, his face was hidden in your neck, and one of his arms was tightly hugging Jaehaera, who was sleeping on top of him, and with the other, was hugging you, but also Aemond. They were all well glued. Alicent smiles at the scene. It was bittersweet. A part of her was hopeful, she believed that her family and the kingdom would find peace but the other felt resentment at the thought of her sweet Helaena, she had never seen Aegon so happy and comfortable with her and Jaehaera. Why couldn't it have been like this with Helena? What was so special about you that Aegon would settle down and start acting like a decent man?

She sighed and felt like someone was looking at her. She turned her head slightly to find Aemon sitting in her crib in silence. She walked over and took him in her arms. She checked to see that Baelon was still sleeping before heading to the door.

"Do you feel left out? It's okay, we can have breakfast together" Alicent said as she left the room.

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Regarding Alastor's Hallway Scene in Episode 5 of "Hazbin Hotel"

Good day, folks! As sweet Mimzy said, "...pour a few fingers of rye and he turns into a kitten" so let's do that. Let me set up my Redemption, and let's get into this.

*Sip, sip*

Now, this is quite an interesting thing; the phenomenon of the reactions I have been seeing particularly regarding Alastor in episode 5 of Hazbin Hotel has been ... curiouser and curiouser.

*Sip, sip*

The big question that I think we should be asking after this episode is who Alastor is leashed to---but there seems to be something else on people's minds and that is the interaction Alastor had with Husk in the hallway of the hotel. I mean, every great character needs an epic hallway scene. For Star Wars it was Vader and Luke. For Hazbin, it is Alastor. Let's explore this.

*Sip, sip*

As a society, feasting on entertainment, whether it be through books or films or a series, fans often say that they enjoy the "villain" or "morally grey" character as opposed to those who are set on their compass of goodness. I find this to be a lie that we often tell ourselves and believe completely.

Sure, we find them more entertaining and thus we favor them, but then we try to find excuses for their behavior, make it a despicable act that is done for righteous reasons. Or because we desire to see someone who is tremendously struggling or has a rather horrid reputation overcome this and prove to be a fantastic character underneath all the layers of darkness. We don't like them because they are bad. We may pity them for they often have the most tragic backstories, or we see the potential of their goodness. But we like them because we believe that everyone in their universe has the wrong perspective of their wickedness while we, outsiders looking in, see the potential of their heroics. What they can do despite everything.

That is not liking a character because they are the villain. That is liking a character because of why they are the villain and how they can overcome it.

A few examples:

Rhysand dressing Feyre up like a whore and tattooing her without her consent: well, he was doing that to protect her and help her.

Darth Vader: Mass murderer and second in command of an empire built on absolute control; but he fulfilled the prophecy of the Chosen One and had originally fallen because he wanted to save the love of his life and his unborn children.

Loki: Yeah, he slaughtered 80 people in 2 days, attacked NYC with an alien army killing hundreds if not thousands in the process, and committed genocide prior to that, BUT that's because he was severely broken and now he sits all alone at the end of time, saving an infinite amount of people.

Granted, I love 2/3 of those characters because of the reasons provided. But also because in their prime they were WICKED!

*Sip, sip*

Now let's look at Alastor.

Alastor, the Radio Demon, and one of the most feared overlords of Hell ... threatened one of the souls he owns. And now, I see people comparing him to Val or saying they hated him at that moment or now have a poor taste for him in their mouths. But ... this is exactly what you asked for from him.

*Sip, sip*

Val, who ACTIVELY tortures Angel Dust, is being used as the comparison for Alastor because he THREATENED and scared Husk after Husk stepped over the line.

*Sip, sip*

Alastor, when alive, was a serial killer. Alastor in Hell captured overlords, tortured them, broadcasted the torture throughout Hell, and became one of the most feared overlords.

He didn't do that by being "nice" or "charming." He did that by being vile and not for a greater good. He did it because, as far as we know, he wanted power. And, damn, he got it.

Demons KNOW to be afraid of Alastor. Granted, his reputation may have faltered because he has been away for 7 years but before his departure and even upon his return, for the most part, demons avoid Alastor as though he were death incarnate.

*Sip, sip*

Now, let's examine him in episode 5. Only the scene that is getting the most traction; I'll talk about Alastor and Lucifer in another post. But let's look at this scene:

Alastor and Husk in the hallway.

*Sip, sip*

Let me put some quotes here real quick:

From the Pilot:

Husk to Alastor: "Don't you [Alastor, the owner of my soul] 'Husker' me, you son of a bitch!"

Husk to Alastor: "Are you [Alastor, the owner of my soul] shitting me?"

Husk to Alastor: "You [Alastor, owner of my soul whom I have just shoved off of me] think it must be some big fucking riot just to pull me out of nowhere? You think I'm some kind of fucking clown? [even though I am contractually obligated to obey your summons]"

Husk to Alastor: "I [the one contracted to serve you and obey your commands] ain't doing no fucking charity job [even though you told me by your order that I have to]."

Alastor to Husk: "Don't worry my friend [you, who sold your soul to me so that you could keep your power because you almost gambled it all away], I can make this more welcoming [providing you with something that you enjoy even though you are contractually obligated to obey my commands without payment/reward], if you wish."

From episode 5:

Alastor to Husk: "It's nothing I can't handle, don't worry, Husker. [Proceeds to walk away, leaving the conversation] Who in their right mind would cross me? [Continues to walk away, posing the question as rhetorical and not requiring an answer]."

Husk to Alastor: "... You've been gone a while. And it's not like anybody knows why---"

Alastor to Husk: "They don't need to know. [And it does not need to be discussed further, so leave it alone.] And don't you worry your fuzzy head about it. [Drop it. Drop it now. Don't pick it up]"

Husk to Alastor: "You may own my soul, but I ain't your fucking pet!"

[Personally, I think Val would have instantly backhanded AD for that alone.]

Alastor to Husk: "Hmhm. But you are [So stop talking, just let it go, I'm letting a lot slide here]."

Husk to Alastor [the owner of his soul, who has slaughtered overlords of Hell]: "Big talk for someone who is also on a leash."

Alastor to Husk: "Aha. What did you say? [Now you have tested my patience too much!]"

*Sip, sip*

In the pilot, Husk openly and without fear insults and cusses at Alastor. And what does Alastor, the owner of his soul, do? He lets it slide.

In the one scene between them in the hallway, Alastor essentially still does nothing even though it is evident that Husk struck a nerve. At least twice over in this scene alone, Alastor gives subtle hints to Husk that it is best he just stops. And it is not like he even dismisses Husk's worries about Mimzy or even his absence. It's more along the lines of, "Oh, I know she is in trouble and came here for me to clean up her mess, but I am a bit occupied at the moment dealing with the actual King of Hell, so I'll get to it when I get to it. Just keep her busy for now." And in regards to his absence, he makes it abundantly clear that Husk is better off just not mentioning anything about it. He cuts Husk off, and essentially says, "Look, just keep quiet about it. It's no one's business but mine and I'm fine, I can handle it, so let's just leave it alone."

All the talk people say of Alastor having a big ego, oh undoubtedly, but it makes sense why Husk is in pride in this one scene alone. Alastor tells him "let it go," and moves to walk away from the conversation.

But Husk pushes. And pushes. And on that final shove, I think Husk even knows before Alastor got mad that he went TOO far.

*Sip, sip*

And Alastor still, for the most part, does nothing.

He reminds Husker that he owns his soul, pulls on the chain just to knock Husker off-kilter, and then, rather demonically, tells Husk to not EVER mention the fact that he is leashed again. Honestly, with what Alastor COULD do to Husk ... that was letting him off SUPER easy. Like, Husk should be kissing his feet that that threat was the only punishment he received for that comment.

Val? Forget it. AD would probably be filming for 3 days straight. Alastor doesn't even touch Husk.

This move is also a sense of security for Alastor, I think. Husk probably thought this was just another comment that would result in Alastor just ignoring it. But it takes Alastor by surprise and destroys his comfort. He loses himself in a fit of fury and pulls on Husk's leash to remind both Husk and himself, "Yeah, I might be leashed but I still own YOUR soul, Husk! So do not test me!"

*sip, sip*

So, yeah, Husk gets scared, as he should. Alastor is terrifying.

Should this lessen our opinion of Alastor as it seems to have done with so many fans?

No. Absolutely not. If anything, this scene provides balance to that paradox I supplied earlier; how we like the evil characters because of the good they could do but we should also like them because they are evil and should be expected to do evil things.

Alastor IS evil. He owns Husk's soul.

And yet, this evil overlord allows Husk to get away with soooo much. And when Husk oversteps, as he absolutely did, to not even be smacked by Alastor speaks volumes of Alastor's opinion of Husk.

*Sip, sip*

Here is my speculation:

Husk obviously knows more about Alastor than most. But Alastor owns hundreds if not thousands of souls. Husk is someone he calls on often, obviously. Husk knows Alastor is leashed. Faustisse, a former employee of Spindle Horse, and one of the original teammates beside Viv for the Hazbin project said that Alastor regards Husk as one of his closest friends. Perhaps not friend, but maybe one of his closest confidants. Why else would Husk know that Alastor is leashed? Granted, we cannot tell from the dialogue if Husk knows where Alastor was for 7 years or even if he knows who Alastor is leashed to. To some extent, though, Alastor must trust Husk.

In this scene, Husk violates that trust. He deserved to be threatened, reminded, and terrified. I adore Husk. He is one of my favorite characters and when I saw the hallway scene, I thought Husk deserved way worse than what he got.

And Alastor still takes what Husk had to say about Mimzy into consideration. He still tells Mimzy, a friend he has had since he was alive, that she needs to leave.

*sip, sip*

Yes, Alastor is evil. And it is soooooo good to see him BE evil. And not for a good cause but just because someone got under his skin. He owns Husk and he lets Husk off very easy. So to see him lose his temper and not even physically hurt Husk allows the nugget of possible, minuscule glimmer of somewhat kindness to linger.

I loved the hallway scene. It did a fantastic job of showing us what Alastor COULD be if he really wanted to, why you shouldn't mess with him, and how he elicits fear.

Val lords over his souls through physical abuse. Alastor does it mentally when called for. They are two totally different overlords with really no comparison to be made between them save for this: they are both evil.

*Sip, sip*

Alastor ate in episode 5 and left no crumbs. He remains, quite possibly, the most interesting character in the show. I cannot wait to discover more of him and watch him be absolutely wicked towards others.

Cheers to you, Radio Demon. If I were in Hell and had to be leashed to anyone, I would want to be leashed to you.

*Sip, sip*

[avatar-anna]

Unknown Number, Part 3.5

i feel like the last part to unknown number was kind of rushed, so i decided to write a little extra part. enjoy!

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

J: do you BELIEVE in love

HS is typing...

J: after love

J: after love

J: ...

J: after love

HS: I see. You're drunk.

J: finish the lyric 👉🏼👉🏼

HS: Are those supposed to be finger guns?

J: i'm not ACTUALLY gonna hold you at gun point!

J: now finish the lyric!

J: 👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼

HS: I hope you know that I am ROLLING my eyes at you right now.

J: 👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼🐇👉🏼👉🏼

J: oop sorry didn't mean to put the bunny in there now it looks like i'm shooting a poor helpless animal!

HS: Monster.

J: i'm not!

HS: What if that bunny had children? Think of the children June!

(five minutes later)

J: you made me cry ://

HS: I did?

J: yeah. i'm a bunny murderer :(((

HS: Jesus Christ. You really are drunk, aren't you?

J: :'(((

HS is typing...

HS: I can feel something inside me say I really don't think you're strong enough no...

J: :D

J: DO YOU BELIEVE IN LOVE

J: after love

HS: After love.

HS: After love.

J: i don't really have anything to base this off of, but i think we would be the life of any party

"So...you and Harry."

"Yep."

"You...and Harry."

"That's right," Y/n said as she stuck safety pins through the hole of Ashton's t-shirt.

"How—Wh—When did this happen?" Michael stuttered, looking at Y/n like she had three heads.

"It's a long story," she said, not wanting to explain how she and Harry had unknowingly been texting for months before they realized they were a lot closer than they realized and were able to act on the feelings they developed for each other.

"And you, like, like him?" Calum asked, like he couldn't wrap his head around the idea.

Niall had stayed true to his word and immediately blabbed to the members of 5 Seconds of Summer about Y/n and Harry. She'd hidden from them that night while they performed and after they got offstage, but now that she was prepping their clothes for tonight's show, she had no choice but to face them. And their questions.

Rolling her eyes, Y/n said, "Yes, Calum, I like him. And he likes me. I've been on a number of dates while touring, you know that. Why is this different?"

No one said anything, which was fine by Y/n. She thought it was better than asking her for dirty details. Looking up from where she was sitting on the floor of the dressing room, she fought a smile. The four boys in front of her were in varying states of confusion and disbelief. Luke was blushing and wouldn't meet your eye, while Calum looked like he was thinking about the information a little too hard. Michael and Ashton seemed to be taking it well, though it was hard to tell.

"I'm gonna talk to him," Calum finally said, turning on his heel and heading for the door.

"Good idea."

The rest of the boys followed suit, all of them turning and leaving before Y/n could stop them. Dropping the shirt in her hands, she scrambled to follow them, calling out for them to stop.

"A—And say what? Come back here!"

Luke was the only one to turn back as Y/n called out to the four boys. He smiled down at her and ruffled her hair playfully, which Y/n promptly swatted away. It was easy for them to think of her as a younger sister kind of figure, she thought. She was older than the boys, but they were all freakishly tall.

"Don't worry, Y/n," Luke said. "We're just gonna make sure he doesn't act stupid. We have your back."

Y/n sighed and shook her head. It was sweet of them to feel so strongly about her relationship with Harry, even if their scare tactics were unnecessary. But she knew she didn't have to worry. The boys talked a big game, but they were all gentle giants.

Then

J: tell me about your childhood

HS: What do you want to know?

J: not specific details obviously, but like...idk were you a happy child? one of those kids that ate dirt?

HS: Dirt?

J: or worms without having to be dared?

HS: ...Where the hell did you grow up?

J: rural town. we had to entertain ourselves in strange ways.

J: but i should make it known i've never eaten anything that isn't food

HS: You know, I think the town I grew up in might be considered rural but I don't think I knew anyone who ate dirt or worms.

J: ok...so what were you like growing up?

HS: Normal I guess. Nothing too crazy.

HS: Parents got divorced when I was young though. I think that's about as interesting as it gets.

J: mm

HS: Mm? What does that mean?

J: i'm humming! it's hard to communicate humming over text

HS: No I got that part but you always have some kind of comment, and now all I get is mm?

J: i'm no psychiatrist h i'm not gonna unpack all of that with you

HS: You asked!

J: i know, but i thought you were gonna give a silly answer

J: i'm not very good with serious or heavy stuff

HS: Well you've certainly made that clear.

J: i want to know and i want to ask you but i don't really know what to say without making a joke, you know?

HS: It's really not that serious. It happened ages ago. No unresolved issues here.

(six minutes later)

J: i've...never been someone who's been like a source of comfort for someone else

J: maybe i have some unresolved issues but talking about deep shit makes me squirmy

HS: That's okay. It's not like I'm stellar at it.

HS: But we can work on that together.

J: we can?

HS: Of course. What are friends for?

Now

J: my clients are assholes

HS: The boys are your friends.

J: they are menaces to society

HS: What did they do this time?

J: they're teasing me >:(

HS: About what?

J: you

J: they're sing the stupid kissing song. i work for CHILDREN

HS: Kissing song?

J: harry and y/n sitting in a tree...

HS: Ohhh.

HS: Do you need me to rough them up a little?

J: now THAT would be a sight to see

J: but no i'm a big girl i can handle it

HS: Give em hell.

HS: Then come find me after.

(the next night)

HS: Where are you? We were supposed to go back to the tour bus??

J: the boys wanted me to go out with them

J: i was going to tell you earlier but they took my phone bc they said i'm on it too much

J: i had to hide in a pub bathroom to text you

HS: So you're telling me you've been kidnapped.

J: no! they miss hanging out with me it's actually kind of sweet. that's why they've been teasing me so much

J: i can't really blame them either

HS: What do you mean?

J: we do hang out just the two of us a lot. i could see why they would feel left out or something

HS: We don't hang out that much do we? We're a couple it's a given that we do things together.

J: i know, but i don't want to be that girl that only hangs out with her boyfriend and abandons their friends, and i don't think you want to be that person either

HS is typing...

(five minutes later)

J: you're not mad are you?

(thirty minutes later)

J: come on h it's one night

J: please don't ignore me :(

(one hour later)

J: big baby

(the next day)

Y/n got up early and walked from her tour bus to One Direction's, her slippered feet shuffling across the pavement. The sun was slowly rising, and she had a slight headache, but she was up anyway, making her way over to Harry's tour bus.

She didn't think he would be so bothered by her going out without him, but when she checked her phone when she woke up, her last few messages hadn't even been read. Y/n supposed she should've told Harry ahead of time that her plans had changed, but she hadn't been kidding when she told Harry that her phone privileges had been revoked. Michael grabbed it and slipped it into his pocket before they went out, and she had to beg to let him give it to her for just a few minutes.

When she got to the door of the right tour bus, Zayn was stepping out dressed in gym clothes. He nodded to Y/n, who simply waved back. She was friendly enough with Zayn, but he kept to himself for the most part, and if she wasn't with Harry, she was usually with one or all of the 5SOS boys. He'd always been nice to her, though, and Y/n thought that they might be friends if they gave each other a chance.

"He's still asleep, I think," Zayn said as he passed her. "But feel free to watch TV or whatever. And help yourself to whatever food you can find."

"Thanks," Y/n said.

She pushed her way inside, cringing when the door creaked and swung shut. It was still early, and Y/n assumed that everyone on the bus was still asleep. All the little curtains that fell over the bunks were pulled closed. She knew she could go right over to Harry's bunk, pull the curtain back, and see if he was asleep or just lying awake, but she stayed at the front of the bus instead, rooting through the fridge to find something to make for breakfast. Technically, Y/n knew she didn't do anything wrong, but having a nice breakfast to wake up to would perhaps make their conversation easier when Harry eventually did emerge from his bunk.

Quickly assessing what she had to work with, Y/n got to work. Nothing too elaborate, but she was still working on it when Harry finally came out of his bunk. He still looked sleepy, rubbing at his eye as he shuffled over to the kitchenette. "Morning," she said, setting a full plate down for him.

"Morning," he mumbled, his voice deep and rumbly from sleep. "You have a nice time last night?"

"I did," Y/n said. "You should come out with us next time."

Harry hummed noncommittally before thanking Y/n for the breakfast she made. She watched him closely, unsure of what to make of his disposition. He was quiet and subdued, but she couldn't tell if it was him still waking up or if he was actually upset with her. When a few minutes went by and he still hadn't said much, she broke the silence.

"Are we okay?"

He looked up from his plate. "Yeah, why wouldn't we be?"

"I don't know...we left things kind of awkwardly last night, didn't we?"

"Because I didn't text you back?" he asked, and Y/n nodded. "Sorry about that. Lou asked me to babysit Lux last minute and I didn't have a chance to check my phone before it died. And, you know, you were right. I wanted you to have fun without me."

Relief washed through Y/n when she heard that. She didn't want this to be a big fight, and it turned out to be a miscommunication, a misunderstanding. "Oh. Okay. Good. Just um, ignore the text I sent where I called you a big baby."

"You called me a what?

The look on Harry's face made Y/n giggle. She went over to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "You weren't answering me! And it felt like you were ignoring me. And I might have been a couple drinks in. So, I am sorry for that."

"Unbelievable," Harry muttered, though he sounded more exasperated than anything else.

"I'm sorry," she said again. "So we're good? This breakfast was meant to be a peace offering too, you know."

Harry reached up and squeezed her hand. "Yeah, we're good."

Y/n grinned, then came around him to sit at the seat next to him. "Great. Now give me a bite of that. I'm starving."

Harry rolled his eyes, but nudged his plate toward her anyway. Y/n hummed as she took her first bite and leaned into Harry's side, enjoying the warmth emanating from him. Now that the air had been cleared, she felt much better. It was their first little disagreement they'd had since getting together, and it turned out not being that big of a deal. It made her feel better about her relationship with Harry and their ability to talk things through. Y/n could only hope that they could do that when real issues and arguments happened between them. But for now she was content to enjoy her morning with Harry and hide from the rest of the world with him by her side.

[heavenlyhischier]

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𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒⁸⁶

↳ jack and blossom au

↳ the way i feel ❉

a few misunderstandings lead to the start of something new.

↳ strawberry wine one | two | three | four ❉ ✿

for you, love was a lot like strawberry wine. intense and bittersweet.

↳ afterglow ❉

jack lets his frustrations get the better of him and says some things to you that leave you questioning everything.

↳ daisy ◘

no one really believed you were "just friends" anyway

↳ boys, boys, boys ＊

three’s a party, right?

↳ i need you ✿

soft blurb of having a rough day and jack being there.

↳ trouble ＊

you get yourself in a bit of trouble when you feel as if you’d been neglected by your boyfriend.

↳ Summer Nights are for Mending Hearts

Friends with benefits never worked, especially when that friend had been by your side longer than not, and even more so when both of you were too scared to admit your feelings out loud. While jealousy was a nasty thing, it always brought the truth out.

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐄𝐒⁴³

↳ Spilled Coffee Changes Lives ✿

The one where you run into the guy who makes you believe in love all over again.

↳ Here Now ✿❉

you and luke get into a fight before you fly back home, but what do you do when his brother offers to fly you back out to Jersey because he's been moping around since you left?

↳ as the world caves in | as the world rises ❉

when the opportunity arises, will luke choose you? will you choose him?

↳ jigsaw ＊

costume shopping turns into something more interesting.

↳ too long ◘

you and luke had been apart for too long.

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐄𝐑¹³

↳ enchanted part 2 part 3 ❉ [ Temporarily on hold ]

from the moment you met nico hischier, you were enchanted by him.

↳ down to your bones ✿

You knew you loved him from the moment he said your name.

↳ hot neighbor ❉✿

moving to new jersey brought more than a change of scenery to your life

↳ marks on your skin ＊

nico in eye black. that’s all.

↳ let me ＊

nico’s your best friend and roommate, but what happens when he comes home after a guy leaves you unsatisfied?

↳ hands on ＊

you’re keeping nico company when he asks you to help him understand a scene in the book you’re reading.

↳ friendly face ◘

being charles leclerc's sister and dating nico

↳ rest time | this is luke ◘

during nico's injury

↳ ‘My Husband’ ✿

you do the ‘call your boyfriend your husband and get his reaction’ tend.

↳ dad!nico au

the life of hailey, nico and their children.

𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐎⁶

↳ dad!john au

the life of ana, john and their children.

↳ give me a reason ❉＊

being friends with benefits never works out for anyone. someone always falls, but will they fall too?

[pterodactylterrace]

What is your opinion of Rhaenyra as a mother? I constantly see people say that she is the best mother in ASOIAF but in my view ...she is far from it. I think that most of her actions are motivated by selfish ends, they sell her as a progressive and selfless woman for wanting her bastard children as heirs and not judging them by their origin, but the truth is that she is ashamed of theirorigin from there the drastic measures when someone brings it up, the problem is that this truth damages her own claim. She does not care about any inheritance rights other than her own, nor the good of her house, she is usurping through her bastard children all the legitimate Targaryens including her own minor sons who in the book are completely legitimate. Also her half-siblings and her cousins Baela and Rhaena, but what she does is not usurp in TB's eyes... There are also things that I don't understand if she is such a good mother, it doesn't make sense for Joffrey to be alone near the dragons when he was 3 years old, she doesn't react to the death of her little son Viserys, based on the text it seems like she doesn't give a shit, she only sad for Jacaerys. I don't feel that she protected her son Aegon, but rather that her son protected her, even if he was 10. She was organising a feast after Joffrey's appointment as heir when she had already lost several children ...and especially in her last moments she showed that she only cared about her pride by not asking for mercy for the only son she had left (it is always highlighted, this fact,and I think it's a very ugly detail, it's like I only care about you because you're the only thing I have left, you're not part of the sweets boys group). I don't know, in short I see her as too selfish to be considered a good mother.

You are exactly right. Rhaenyra is a very selfish person, and she makes a lot of brainless decisions.

In my eyes, she became a bad mother when she decided to have Luke. She took a chance with Jace, thinking he may look like her and no one would notice they weren’t Laenor’s. Having Jace was a bad decision, but she for some reason felt she needed an heir, and it apparently didn’t matter if they were legitimate or not. When he came out looking like Harwin, she should have stopped, but she pushed her luck, because why stop with just one?

For the record, this was a predicament of her own design. She was given the opportunity to choose her husband. Something most noble women are not given. She ended her match making tour months early, then got caught canoodling with Daemon in a brothel. To save whatever reputation she may have left, she is married to Laenor. Viserys does not know of his sexual preference, and Corlys and Rhaenys never bother telling him. Hell, when Rhaenyra decided she needed an heir to strengthen her claim, she could have just told her father that Laenor is impotent. The King could dissolve the marriage and she could find someone else. Instead, she chose to jeopardize her claim by putting illegitimate children in line for the succession.

Jace asks her point blank if he is a bastard and she doesn’t tell him. Maybe it’s me, but I don’t lie to my kids about big things like that. I was lied to about my parentage, and I still don’t trust my parents when they tell me anything. I also remember asking if I was adopted because things didn’t add up genetically. I was told no. Rhaenyra just tells him he is a Targaryen. Not the question he asked. He knows who is mother is, he is asking about his father.

Her sons lost their biological father and couldn’t even mourn. Meanwhile Rhaenyra is mourning the loss of her lover and Laena (they were friends in the book) by having sex with her creepy uncle at Laena’s funeral. Then she marries her Uncle like nine business seconds after they faked Laenor’s death. By sparing Laenor in the show, the show runners accidentally made her youngest three bastards as well, but at least she got better at hiding it. Everyone thinks the marriage was legit, so no one bats an eye.

Jace brings a blade to ambush whoever “stole” Vhagar. He’s how old? Like eight or something? What parent gives their eight year old a knife? Probably the same one that lets her 3 year old around dragons unsupervised. Castle doors are heavy, and a three year old isn’t going to “sneak” out. He had to be let out to see his dragon, and no adults were with him.

Back to the show, Rhaenyra shoot’s herself in the foot by barking out a story everyone already knows is cap the second she steps in the room. “MY sons were attacked and forced to defend themselves!” Seriously? Bitch, that quiet pause wasn’t everyone being stunned at the turn of events. That’s everyone going “this bitch serious? We already know the gist of it, and that kid is missing an eye.”

Now, no mother is going to let anyone take her kid’s eye. I completely agree on that part, but Luke still had a debt to pay. That debt came with interest. Each year that passed without any justice, the debt grew until it went from an eye to his life and his dragon.

Luke never learned his lesson. We see him giggling at his uncle when a roast pig is placed in front of him. So from permanently disfiguring a child when he was six to mocking the same person he disabled years later. Clearly Rhaenyra’s parenting never improves.

Rhaenyra’s children lack discipline. Just like her, they have no rules to follow and no consequences when they do something wrong. We never see Rhaenyra do any sort of good parenting. She just tells her children the opinions of others doesn’t matter, when it very much does in this universe. People not liking you gets the dragon pit stormed. Regular people killed more dragons than any other dragon has under their belt (save The Cannibal). Just regular humans did that because they were sick of her shit.

Given how horribly they were raised, I’m honestly kind of surprised they live as long as they do.

[devildom-moss]

You know that hit game FNAF?

I hope you do.

Anyways, could you write headcanons about how well the side characters would be at playing it?

Thanks <3

Okay, so I have never played this game - or really had any interest in playing it, so I watched some guy play one of the games, and I did a bit of research. Sorry this took so long! I did my best, though... I'm finally almost done with requests. I've got two more left (good news for the Solomon lovers).

The others playing FNAF headcanons (dateables + new sides)

Diavolo

Diavolo downloaded it after tuning in to one of Levi’s streams.

He found it amusing. Scary animatronics are so entertaining – although he thinks they’re more cute than scary.

Laughs in the face of jump scares and death. “Haha, look, Barbatos. The big fox one killed me. I’m dead now.” / “That’s very nice, My Lord. Did you finish your paperwork already?” / “. . .uhm.” / “You have ten seconds before we reenact your game. I’ll be the fox.”

Does not care about the lore. He’ll listen and might retain some details when Levi explains it, but he will not dig deep or look for easter eggs.

He kinda sucks, but he has a good time, and isn’t that what matters? He’s not super careful or watchful because it’s just a game. There’s nothing at stake, so he can relax and just mess around.

His favorite character is Foxy, and it’s genuinely as simple as “he’s red, and he’s a pirate.”

Barbatos

He has no interest in playing at first.

Slight aside: I think he’d like horror games, but he strikes me as more of a cinematic, artsy horror game guy – like Bramble or Little Nightmares. He also strikes me as someone who might enjoy farming sims, like he would love Stardew Valley and Harvest Moon/Story of Seasons. Pumpkin Panic would probably be a happy medium.

He’ll play if Diavolo, MC, or Luke ask him to; for anyone else, he’ll politely decline. Surprisingly, he’s not too bad. He’ll probably die once or twice, but he figures out what he has to do pretty quickly.

Barbatos doesn’t react to jump scares, and he avoids them as much as possible. He can play without moving his face – at least until one of the three people who could get him to play compliments him. In that case, he’ll smile a bit wider.

Nothing in that game could be more horrifying to Barbatos than Chuck E. Cheese – a real human world place where people take their children for some unfathomable reason. It’s run by a rat! That’s one of the reasons he won’t play if Solomon asks him too. One time Solomon loaded a Chuck E. Cheese mod version of the game that he asked Levi to make, and Barbatos nearly broke the control from fright.

Luke

The game is a little too scary for his liking, but he still plays it occasionally – just not alone. He gets more paranoid and jumpier for a few days after he plays, but he’ll insist that he’s fine to keep playing if anyone asks.

He’s not great, but he’s still the best out of everyone at Purgatory Hall. He tenses up and just either goes wide-eyed or starts yelling at the characters in the game, but other than that, at least he knows what he’s doing.

Luke likes all the toy versions of the animatronics because they look cute, but the nightmare ones freak him out.

A wave of relief washes over him once he beats a game. He’s so happy that he can finally turn the game off.

Simeon

This poor man does not understand how to play – at all. He forgets which keys do what constantly, so he can’t react fast enough.

It’s a very stressful experience for him when he tries to play – all 10 minutes or so before he loses. Simeon doesn’t get scared so much as he just repeatedly asks what he’s supposed to do with increasing urgency.

Simeon would prefer to watch someone else play, but overall, he isn’t that interested in the game.

However, Simeon does find the lore and story interesting, so if he watches Levi or Luke playing, he’ll ask them questions about the plot.

Somehow, watching Luke play makes him more anxious than when he plays – probably because he doesn’t want Luke to lose and be disappointed.

Solomon

Solomon enjoys it because it’s supposed to be dark and scary, but it doesn’t actually scare him at all – barring a few cheap jump scares. Still, he kind of likes it.

Unfortunately, Solomon kind of sucks. Like Diavolo, he finds the game so amusing that he just chuckles when things get stressful. He’s the type to hear or see something spooky in the game and do nothing just to see what happens. Okay, so maybe Solomon doesn’t suck, he just likes to see how the animatronics are going to get him – a real “oh boy, I sure hope I die” approach.

Solomon loves watching Luke play. It’s hilarious when Luke freaks out – and it’s even funnier to watch Simeon get nervous on his behalf.

Unironically thinks the nightmare versions are cute.

Thirteen

She hates jump scares so much.

She played once, and at the first jump scare, she let out a stifled shriek, pressed esc, put her cat ear headphones down, and left the room (to go find MC, probably).

No thank you. She doesn’t need that stress in her life. She will not try that again. She might watch someone else play but only if MC is there to comfort her or if it’s to laugh at Mammon for being scared.

She’s not afraid of the game, per se, she just doesn’t like being startled. She thinks the characters are cute, in a way - like creepy cute.

Raphael

He thinks it’s stupid, and he doesn’t understand why it’s so popular. Raphael doesn’t care for gaming in general – but especially horror. He doesn’t want to simulate a stressful situation for no reason. If he wanted stress, he’d call Michael.

Raphael will try the game if Luke asks him to, and he does alright, but gets bored right up until he messes something up and dies. You wouldn’t even be able to tell he was in trouble. An immoveable frown sits on his face the entire time.

When Luke asks if Raphael would like to try again, Raphael tells him that if he wants a spear-free computer, he won’t make Raphael play anymore. The message was received.

Raphael will only watch if Luke, Simeon, or Lucifer play, and even then, he would probably pass most of the time.

Mephisto

He doesn’t strike me as much of a gamer, either. If he does play games, he’d probably choose games that are visually stunning and at least semi-relaxing, like Journey or Flower (probably Zelda games too).

He would play it if Luke asked him to or if he wanted to do research on it for journalism purposes.

Mephisto does relatively well, but he likes to investigate a lot, so he gets a bit distracted and takes it slow sometimes. Unfortunately – or fortunately – he has a habit of stopping after losing once. He’ll pick up the game again some other day, but once he loses, he stops that game for the day. On one hand, Mephisto does not allow himself to get pulled into games that he loses, but it makes his progress slow.

When Mephisto plays, he bounces his leg the whole time to contain his anxiety. He appears relaxed, but he flinches at jump scares and his eyes widen when he’s actively trying not to die.

He’s super into the lore – call it journalistic curiosity or just call him a nerd.  

[aphrodisiac-siren]

Paramour

Aemond Targaryen x Reader

Summary: When the succession of the Driftmark throne is put into question, Rhaenyra returns to the RedKeep along with her children, her husband Daemon and his daughter by the late lady Rhea, Y/N Targaryen, who is once again reunited with her childhood friend Aemond who she had grown distant with over the years.

Friends to strangers to lovers??

Part 1, Part 2

Part 3

Y/N could not understand why she found herself smiling a little too much the next morning when she’d found a small note from Aemond, passed from the underside of her door.

The prince was nothing more than a friend, well maybe calling him ‘friend’ after so many years of being absent from each other’s lives would be a bit bold. But either way, she did not wish to turn into a blushing mess at the mere thought of him.

His handwriting was neat, it almost made her envy him, for her’s in comparison looked nothing as elegant.

“I train with the sword in the front yard a few hours post breaking my fast and it would please me if you would care to be present to watch me dual my brother Aegon today ~Aemond” 

Y/N smiled to herself once again as she read the note for the fifth time. Sweet, she thought, before she neatly folded the small parchment and put it away in her little jewellery box. She made a mental note to not appear as joyous in the presence of Jace and Luke, who did not like Aemond one bit. She did not understand why they never got along, Aemond used to be such a sweetheart, but unbeknownst to her that he used to be quite the opposite toward Jace and Luke. Without wasting another moment, Y/N busied herself with getting dressed.

Aemond constantly kept checking the stone stairway near the training yard from where Y/N would make her entrance if she had complied with his invitation. He’d woken up earlier than usual that morning just so that he could slip the note. Writing that simple invitation took him longer than he’d expected, he’d crumpled up numerous amounts of parchments, not too happy with the tone or the usage of certain words that made it look like he was eager to have her watch him train.

“Are you expecting someone?” Aegon asked curiously as he observed his brother constantly looking into the distance.

Aemond snapped his attention back toward his brother, contemplating his response. If he told him that he’d invited the princess he would be stuck with an annoying Aegon who would tease him about it for the entirety of the day. 

“I asked you something” Aegon pushed “are you expecting someone?”

Maybe he could just lie and say no and then pretend as if Y/N just happened to arrive out of nowhere to watch them. 

Before he could grace his pushy brother with an answer, Aegon broke into a sly grin before he patted Aemond on his shoulder. “Ah, now I see the cause of your distraction”

Aemond turned toward his left to find Y/N descending the stairways in an elegant grey gown that complemented her silvery-white hair rather well. She smiled when their eyes met and Aemond’s gaze softened and he too almost smiled at her before Aegon walked toward her, offering his arm that she took as he escorted her toward the weaponry.

“Lovely to see you” Aegon beamed as he flung an arm around the younger girl “I did not take you for someone interested in sparring”

“I do not like it as a form of entertainment, but I do find it rather fascinating as an art to learn for myself” she honestly answered him “It is a rather useful skill”

“A lady like yourself needn’t have to bother herself by learning such a nasty skill” Aegon waved his hand, shooting a look at his brother who had been quiet the entire time “If you take someone as skilled as my brother for your husband, you wouldn’t have any need for wielding a sword to defend yourself against a foe. Aemond would take care of it for you”

Both Y/N and Aemond exchanged glances, Y/N playfully grinning while Aemond seemed borderline abashed. The princess excused herself to stand at a distance to watch the boys dual.

“What are you doing?” Aemond asked his brother in a hushed tone when Y/N was out of earshot.

“Helping you win the girl you’re too afraid to go after” Aegon promptly replied as he unsheathed his sword, tossing the leather case to the side “you’ve got to get better at this sort of thing if you want me to step away, I almost feel sorry for you sometimes”

“I don’t need you meddling in things that pertain solely to me” Aemond snapped, the pink in his cheeks being hard to decipher as a result of anger or shyness from Aegon’s previous statement “I do not fancy her anymore”

“Of course” the older boy chuckled before he proceeded to make the first move by swinging his sword closer to Aemond’s left, which he managed to dodge.

Y/N was surprised that Aegon wasn’t as bad of a swordsman. In fact, he was almost as good as Jace who she’d seen train many times with Luke though she had to admit, none of them came close to how exceptional Aemond was. She had watched him train once, years back when she used to live at the keep. He was a scrawny little fellow at the time who kept getting knocked over by Aegon and he would huff in annoyance while he muttered curses under his breath.

As much as Y/N wanted to admire how well Aegon fought, her eyes always wandered toward Aemond and his toned physique. The way his arms flexed beneath his skin-tight leather sleeves or how he clenched his jaw each time he deflected a blow landed by Aegon. How his long hair swayed whenever he dodged an attack. How his lips parted when he heaved a sigh in between each round of the duals.

It was no surprise when ser Criston congratulated Aemond as the victor.

“Impressive” Y/N smiled as she approached the boys who were putting away their swords as they wiped away the sweat on their foreheads. Y/N was directing the compliment to Aemond, who’d won the little dual but it was Aegon who responded.

“Thank you princess” he smiled at the girl “I truly appreciate you coming to watch me train. Aemond say thank you, wasn’t it nice of her to come to see us?”

Y/N laughed at his playful nature. Aemond, however, did not find it amusing; he found it rather annoying actually when his brother spoke to him like he was a child. Aemond opened his mouth to say something but his older brother beat him to it.

“Did you know that the locals are celebrating the fire festival tonight” the older prince spoke as he waved his arms about for dramatic effect “it's an absolute delight. They have dances, wine and women though I suppose the latter is only of interest to myself. We all should attend”

“The locals you say, would that suggest the festivities do not take place within the castle?” Y/N inquired to which Aegon nodded “so you’re suggesting we leave the keep, after dark, I'm assuming?”

“Precisely princess. I can assure you, you will have the time of your life and I shall escort you lot back as soon as the festival concludes”

Aemond was about to decline the offer, finding it improper for his brother to even suggest sneaking out to the princess but Y/N was quick and rather eager to agree. He turned to look at her with surprise. Granted she was the more outgoing one, but he thought that perhaps after all these years her adventurous spirit had died down. Clearly, it had not.

“Splendid, I will meet you both by the far end of the first floor in the west wing after supper. For now, I shall leave you to enjoy the remainder of the day” Aegon turned his back toward Y/N so that he could wink at his brother “after that tedious activity I am in dire need of some spiced wine”

And with that Aegon walked away, ser Criston taking the hint as well and following after him.

“I apologise for my brother’s um..” Aemond searched for a way of describing Aegon’s behaviour without having to use profanity “pestiferous conduct”

“Pestiferous” Y/N repeated as she kept her gaze fixated on the prince standing before her “you and your big words”

Aemond grinned a little bit. He was the one among the both of them who read the most due to which his vocabulary was far broader, even as a boy. 

“What are you doing until this evening?” he asked, knowing well there wasn’t much she would be up to since her sole visit was something pertaining to her brother and even that matter wouldn’t be attended to until a few days.

“I was hoping to visit the library” she informed “its far more vast in comparison to the one back home”

Aemond simply responded with a ‘hmm’. He escorted the princess back to her chambers before he excused himself to bathe, to wash away the stench of dust and sweat.

When the evening finally arrived, Y/N was the first one to make it to the spot where Aegon had asked for them to meet him. She was far too excited to partake in sneaking out of the castle, this being the first time she would do something this rebellious. Aegon arrived a few moments later with Aemond who was already dressed in his simpler clothes. The older prince handed a worn-out cloak to the girl and instructed her to keep the hood on at all times so that they might not be spotted by their unique platinum hair.

Aemond was slightly amused to see the girl so excited with the idea of sneaking away, it was almost like someone told her that she was gaining a second dragon.

Aegon expertly guided them through the castle passageways and then through the narrow streets of flea bottom. Y/N was intrigued by the smallest of things she saw in her surroundings meanwhile the only thing that captivated Aemond’s attention was Y/N. He simply couldn’t take his eye off her and it wasn’t just because he was being protective of her in this foreign surrounding; but because he found the way her face lit up whilst observing the simplest of things rather adorable.

The sound of a few people singing and clapping along to an upbeat melody caught her attention and she pushed past the boys to run toward it, with both princes chasing after her. She finally stopped when she saw the town’s folk dancing around a large bonfire as some of the people laughed and clapped to the rhythm of the music.

“Can we join them?” she asked both princes as she hooked both of her arms around their elbows.

“I uh-” Aemond cleared his throat, “I think we shouldn’t draw any attention to ourselves”

The prince wasn’t too fond of dancing and he did not know how to tell her that, especially since she seemed so joyous about wanting to join in the fun.

“We have our cloaks” Aegon reminded “I am not a dancer myself princess, but you are free to persuade my brother” 

“Wha- um” Aemond threw a nasty look at his brother who was grinning mischievously. 

Y/N knew Aemond wasn’t keen on dancing so she just huffed a sigh before she left both boys to join the circle of people dancing. It took a few minutes for her to memorise the timing and order of the movements until she too was laughing and swaying to the music with the others. Aemond watched her with a tender gaze and could feel his heart beginning to beat a little faster each time he heard the sound of her melodic laughter that he knew he would prefer to listen to instead of the music playing in the background.

“Merely staring at her won’t do anything” Aegon sighed “I brought you here so that you might have a chance that was stole- lost years ago”

Aemond turned to look at him with brows furrowed.

“Stolen?” he repeated. What did he mean by stolen?

“Lost, I meant lost” Aegon averted his gaze.

“No, no. You know something, tell me” Aemond continued to pry even though Aegon had tried to change the subject many a time “you know I won’t drop it until I get an answer”

Sighing with defeat, Aegon proceeded to tell Aemond something he knew would leave his brother feeling angered which is why he made him promise to not tell anyone that he was made aware of this and furthermore not mention that it was Aegon who had told him.

“Y/N had written to you, a few times after she left for Dragonstone” he spoke in a hushed tone “but grandfather had mother hide away those letters from you. He did not wish for you both to grow close”

Aemond’s expression hardened as he listened to Aegon.

“He thought if you both began to grow close, resulting in marriage, it would provide a sort of unity among both families and change mother’s mind about wanting to put me on the throne” he went on “They made me swear never to tell you of this”

“How could you keep such a thing from me” Aemond snapped, clearly not expecting this as his response “and what of the letters I wrote to her?”

“They were never sent” Aegon sadly admitted “grandfather had them burned instead”

All these years, Aemond grew up believing the notion that Y/N never wanted him, that she had cut all ties with him on account of his appearance. And to think his own kin had orchestrated this entire thing of keeping them apart angered him further. He was no longer in the mood to enjoy the festival, all he wanted was to go back. Sometimes he used to fly Vhagar when he felt troubled, perhaps he would go for a short flight that night.

Y/N, unaware of the situation, jogged up to them all giggly from the dancing.

“Just one dance” she tugged at Aemond’s sleeve “come on”

Aemond, already in a heated mood, snapped at her with a ‘stop it’ before his eye widened at the tone he’d used. He did not mean to lose his temper with her, especially since she hadn’t even done anything herself that had put him in such a bad temperament. Y/N’s smile faltered before she scoffed in annoyance and stormed off.

“Nicely done” Aegon rolled his eyes at Aemond with a disappointed stare “are you going to go after her or do you need my assistance with that as well?”

Aemond did not need to be told twice as he ran after the princess who had walked away from the celebrations and toward the street they’d used to get there. Aemond tried calling out to her but she ignored him until he finally managed to catch up to her.

“I did not mean to use that tone with you” he tried to steady his breathing since he did have to run to catch up to her fast-paced walking “I was upset at something else and I just happened to snap at you. My apologies”

Silence was what he got in return, all the way until they’d snuck back inside the Red keep. 

“Y/N..” he tried again, slightly losing patience. He wasn’t the type to try this hard for someone; usually, he would just leave them be. So why was it this hard for him to simply walk away from her?

The princess walked into the library, despite the hour being late. She resorted to reading when she found her spirits downed and presently she was rather annoyed that Aemond ruined her evening by being rude whilst she was innocently asking him for a dance.

“I want to be left alone,” she told him over her shoulder as she scanned the shelves to look for a book that would spark her interest “leave me be”

“Are you that upset over me raising my voice at you? Unintentionally, might I add” Aemond asked. He knew she could be a bit bratty at times, especially when she was talked down to, insulted and in this case, snapped at; she was Daemon’s daughter after all. He thought that maybe her cranky attitude might’ve vanished but it seemed to have just gotten worse over the years.

“I thought I made it clear I wanted to be left alone” she repeated as she tugged at a book on the shelf just above her. Aemond, who was taller than her took advantage of his height and reached out with his hand from behind her and grabbed the book, holding it above her reach. Y/N let out an annoyed sigh before she turned to face him. Her breath momentarily hitched when she realised that Aemond had entrapped her in between himself and the bookshelf.

“I’m not in the mood to entertain your boyish antics” the princess looked up at him with an annoyed expression which Aemond smirked at. He found her slightly comical and cute when she was angry.

“I apologised for my outburst” Aemond again reminded, “I think you could let me off the hook this one time”

“Gaomas se dārilaros daor shifang skori spoken naejot isse se Quptenkys Ēngos?” Y/N grinned when she saw his smirk falter upon hearing her speak valyrian. 

Does the prince not understand when spoken to in the common tongue? 

Aemond knew he shouldn’t be surprised to hear her speak the language with such fluency especially since she was her father’s daughter but it had been a while since he’d heard her speak and even when she did as a child, she wasn’t even nearly as fluent as she was in the present.

“Se dārilaros kostagon,” He took a step forward, pressing her back further against the wooden shelves “yn kessa daor henujagon ēva zȳhon dārilaros iksis daor jenitis lēda zirȳla”

The prince can, but he will not leave until his princess is no longer annoyed with him.

His princess.

Y/N momentarily looked away to avoid smiling at his statement before she once again looked up to gaze at him. The dim lighting accentuated his sharp facial features and her eyes subconsciously fixated on his bow-shaped lips that looked rosy and so very kissable-

stop.

She shot her gaze upward once again toward his eye when she realised she’d been staring at his lips for an embarrassingly long amount of time. And unfortunately for her, Aemond had taken notice of it. He secretly wished she’d leaned in a little more, closing the space between them before he cleared his throat. He wasn’t supposed to have such thoughts about her.

But gods, she looked absolutely breathtaking and with him pressed against her, with her looking up at him with that captivating gaze it was hard for him to calm down his nerves.

“Here,” he sheepishly handed her the book he’d snatched away, scooting a few steps back. Y/N wanted to slap herself when she found herself craving for that close contact she shared with him only moments ago. Yet, she did not let her disappointment show as she simply accepted the book.

“Thank you” she grimly responded, trying to fill the awkward silence with whatever came to mind “reading helps soothe my mind”

“I see” he pressed his lips into a thin line “And although I admit I do enjoy reading myself, I would have to say that my way of dealing with stress is a lot better”

“Is that so?” Y/N tilted her head slightly with curiosity “what is it, may I ask?”

Aemond gingerly reached out and held her hand and was glad she did not pull away from his touch.

“I’ll show you”

[sweetestpopcorn]

Hello, I wanted to ask you: how do you interpret Daemon's relationship with his stepchildren? Do you think the "eye for an eye, son for son" was entirely something he did out of love for Rhaenyra who was suffering after Luke's death or that he also did it out of some of his own affection for him? How would you describe "Blood and Cheese" at the level of emotional motivation?

Hi there :D

I hope you are well and if it's the case, happy holidays 🤗

So I currently have like 10 asks? Of people asking me for headcanons about the "Velaryon princes" but because youR question is slightly different and has different parts, I will answer it here but in a very summarised way.

You can read about my take on Daemon's revenge here and what I think was driving him. Regarding his relationship with his stepsons, I already partly address it on the post I have linked, but in sum I would say, he was the only father the "Velaryon" princes ever knew as they were 5, 4, and 3 when Daemon married Rhaenyra. Laenor was almost never present, and the fact that the "Velaryon" princes never once mention Harwin Strong is a strong indicator that he wasn't really around either, understandably so, as it would make many faces frown.

About Daemon's feelings for them, it is very likely he would want to get rid of them at one point. After all, he had two legitimate sons and he (and most men in the asoiaf universe) does not strike me as the type of man who would willingly watch his sons being passed over in favour of three boys who had no true right to the throne. This being said, I don't think Daemon hated them, if he indeed did it, it wouldn't be anything personal. I also think any relationship he had with them was mostly because of Rhaenyra and to keep Rhaenyra happy. Likely he did develop some feelings along the line, the "Velaryon" princes are described as very good kids, and popular too, but it would never come close to the feelings he had for his true children, especially his two sons.

Hope my question was satisfactory :D have a great 2024!

PS: Books only.

[bitchinbarzal]

can we get a blurb for the birth of frankie? i love the new addition!

“I mean if hockey doesn’t work out I think these two will make good nurses!” Your midwife laughed as she walked into the room and saw Ozzy holding your hand and Stevie holding a cold rag on your head.

You chuckled “Yeah, they’re good girls”

“Did Jack say when he’d be here?” She questions, checking your vitals again.

“He said they should land in 3 hours and that was about 4 hours ago so he should be here soon” you explained before squeezing Ozzy’s hand

“And you two are gonna go home with Luke”

“Mama I don’t wanna go, I wanna see the baby!” Stevie moaned

“Ste, you know you can’t stay baby girl but we’ll call Uncle Luke and Nico to bring you guys over as soon as she’s here. Okay?”

She grumbled an okay before sitting down on the chair beside your bed.

The door swung open to your room and he marched in, very disheveled

“Why? Why do our kids insist on being born when I’m out of state?”

“Clearly they’re just setting you up for a life of fuckin’ with you” you joked, smiling at him as he walked over and kissed your head.

“You’re okay? She’s ok?” He mumbled and you nodded

“Everything’s perfect baby”

Once that was established Jack turned to his others “Okay thing one and thing two uncle Luke is in the car waiting for you so say bye to mommy and baby I’ll take you out!”

Ozzy lifted her arms for Jack to lift her up onto the bed, climbing over to kiss you and then pat your belly

“Bye Ozzy-girl”

“Bye mama, bye Frankie. Love you!”

Stevie stood from her chair of sulking and you looked at her “I love you babygirl”

“Love You mama”

The peace and quiet for the few moments they were all gone was bliss until a contraction hit.

When Jack re-entered the room he had ice chips

“Oh my god I think I’m in love with you?” You joked, stealing the ice chips

“We’ve had three children, a home, moved state, been in the hockey draft together yeah I sure hope you do” he poked back.

He situated himself in the seat Stevie had sat in, all silence.

“Can you believe this is the last time we’ll be doing this?” You questioned

“I know… three kids. Who’d have guessed it”

“You’re sure you don’t want to try for a boy?” You asked, reaching for his hand.

He shook his head “I think I’m destined to be a girl dad and I’m okay with that. We’ve got three beautiful daughters and I don’t want to share you with any other guy”

You smiled “Jealous Mr Hughes?”

“Always when it comes to you”

Like everyone of your kids, this was a pretty chilled experience too. The contractions were painful but you got through them and the nurse would always say to Jack

“She makes it look easy”

“Well Yeah she’s basically superwoman”

When it came time to start pushing you turned to him and smiled “One last time”

“You’re gonna be great baby, bring our girl into the world”

There was a lot of huffing and puffing.

“I Forget how painful this is!” You exclaimed

“You’re doing great y/n!” The doctor shouted back

Jack kisses your head “You’re doing so good babe, she’s almost here”

It was quick, one minute you started and the next she was here.

“It’s a girl! Congratulations guys, she’s beautiful and looks just like Ozzy” your midwife, Laura who had been there for all of the girls births observed.

They cleaned her off before they placed her on your chest. You began sobbing, gripping onto her little body as she cried

“We did it” You cried

“You did it, baby. She’s beautiful” his finger swiped over Frankie’s cheek.

“Hi Frankie, hi babygirl”

When everyone had left and it was just you three sat you asked him to call the kids.

“Daddy!”

“Hi Peanut, wanna see her?” They both shouted and the camera panned round to you holding the baby.

“She’s so cute!” Stevie exclaimed

“She Is” You agreed “We can’t wait to see you guys tomorrow, uncle Luke will bring you down first thing in the morning okay? Now get some sleep”

You took your own advice and got some sleep too, leaving Jack and Frankie to their own devices.

“God you’re so cute Frankie” he mumbled, holding her in his arms swaying her infront of the room window “I thought I’d be upset only having girls you know? Don’t tell your mom but I wanted a boy… now I’ve met you I don’t know how I could’ve wanted anything else”

[thesithdiaries]

One-Sided Love (part 3) (Criston Cole imagine)

One-Sided Love (part 3) (Criston Cole imagine)

Pairing: Criston Cole x female!reader

Warnings: spoilers for episode 7, i changed some things tho, Criston is delusional and takes it too far as always, he's a creep, angst, mentions of drugging, kidnapping and death, how can i mention warnings without spoiling what will happen tho

Part 1 ; Part 2

-

Lady Laena’s funeral had just finished. It was beautiful yet very sad.

The entire family was spread out on the balcony. Jon was talking to Daemon, possibly giving his condolences. Silas was with Baela and Rhaena. Aemmet clung to his mother, his head resting on her shoulder. They sat together, quite possibly talking about her pregnancy, since the boy kept softly touching the bump. The family had also found out about the tragic accident in Harrenhal. They were deeply saddened by it, especially Rhaen. He was very close to Harwin and looked up to him. He stood with Jace in a far corner, giving him the quiet comfort he desperately needed.

Criston stood next to Alicent, yet he was not paying any attention to her. All he could focus on was Y/N. His mind wandered to the night he went into her chambers. How beautiful and peaceful she looked made his heart flutter.

As the sun began to set, Jon and Y/N told their children to go to bed. They protested, saying it was too early to go to sleep but alas, they did what they were told. They went inside the castle after informing the King that they were retiring to bed.

-

Despite having the night's watch, Criston could not care less. He stood close to the kitchens, knowing Y/N would eventually walk by. He wanted to speak with her and it would finally happen that night. No more interruptions.

He finally saw her almost an hour later. “Lady Y/N, a word?”

She grimaced. “What do you need, Ser Criston?”

“I want to express how sorry I am for how I conducted myself during the wedding feast.”

“What fea-” Y/N raised her eyebrows, clearly remembering what feast he was speaking about. “It has been ten years, Ser Criston, it is very late to be having this conversation. And you should not be apologizing to me.”

He furrowed his brows. “Of course I needed to apologize to you, My Lady, your opinion is the only thing that matters to me.”

“Why do you care so deeply about what I think?” She finally asked, she had wondered for years.

Criston took in a deep breath, “because I lov-”

Y/N’s head snapped sharply to look behind her, she heard it. It was a scream. Without thinking about it, she dropped the teacup in her hand and ran to the source of the noise, being followed by an annoyed Criston. They noticed there were many people in the hall, including the King. Y/N rushed in, spotting Rhaen next to Jace and Luke. Criston made his way toward Viserys.

“Rhaen!” Y/N gasped, seeing he had a broken nose. The boy ran for his mother, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. “Who did this? Are you alright?”

“The princes were supposed to be abed, My King,” Ser Harrold informed him.

“Who had the watch?” Viserys asked.

“Young prince was attacked by his own cousins, Your Grace,” Criston replied. He had the watch, but he was too focused on Y/N that he did not care to do his duty properly.

‘You swore oaths to protect and defend my blood!” The King exclaimed.

Jon had run into the hall with Silas, looking disheveled. Rhaenyra and Daemon followed close behind. His heart dropped when he saw the state of his older son. “Rhaen! Y/N!”

The children were screaming over each other, throwing the blame around. “Enough... It should be my son telling the tale!” Alicent yelled.

“He called us bastards,” Jace whispered in confession. Jon and Y/N glanced at each other, fearing what was going to happen.

“Aemond... I will have the truth of what happened. Now. What else is there to hear?”

This went on for several minutes, the King questioning both Aemond and Aegon about those terrible claims. “This interminable infighting must cease! All of you! We are family! Now make your apologies and show goodwill to one another. Your father, your grandsire, your king demands it!”

“That is insufficient. Aemond has been damaged, permanently, My King. "Goodwill" cannot make him whole,” Alicent informed him, clearly distraught by the entire situation.

“I know, Alicent, but I cannot restore his eye.”

“There is a debt to be paid. I shall have one of her son's eyes in return.” The crowd in the hall started murmuring.

“My dear wife,” Viserys began, only to be interrupted.

“He's your son, Viserys. Your blood,” Alicent reminded him.

“Do not... allow your temper to guide your judgment.”

“If the King will not seek justice, the Queen will. Ser Criston... bring me the eye of Lucerys Velaryon.” Y/N felt Luke shuffling to get behind Lord Corlys. “He can choose which eye to keep, a privilege he did not grant my son.”

“You will do no such thing,” Rhaenyra threatened him as she caught the knight’s shift to begin moving.

“To make it fair, I would also like the eye of Rhaen Arryn, who was also an accomplice in the maiming of my son.” Y/N gasped, grabbing onto her husband’s arm. Criston looked her way, not missing the expression of pure fear.

“Stay your hand,” Viserys told Criston as he noticed the hesitation.

“No, you are sworn to me!” Alicent exclaimed

Criston looked between them and Y/N. “As your protector, my Queen.”

“Alicent, this matter... is finished. Do you understand?” The King moved to address the crowd. “And let it be known: anyone whose tongue dares to question the birth of Princess Rhaenyra's sons should have it removed.”

“Thank you, Father,” Rhaenyra said.

In a blink of an eye, Alicent took the blade King Viserys kept on his hip, rushing towards Luke and Rhaen. Y/N had her back turned, not realizing the Queen was right behind her. Criston felt his heart beating widely in his chest as he stood in front of Alicent, firmly grasping her wrist. “That is enough.”

Alicent stood there astonished but did not drop the blade. “You dare put your hands on the Queen? Instead of doing your duty, you go against it.”

“You will not hurt Lady Y/N,” Criston replied defiantly. “I do not care who you are.”

Rhaenyra was glancing at Y/N, who stood there surprised, holding onto her son. They saw how Alicent uselessly trashed around to release herself from Ser Criston’s grip. It all made sense to her now, all the questions he had asked for these past ten years, his subtle looks when something or someone mentioned her name. Alicent let out an annoyed yell, dropping the blade. Criston kicked it toward Ser Harrold and let her go.

They stared at each other, Criston looked determined to defend Y/N from anyone who would dare come close. “This proceeding is at an end,” Viserys hissed to Alicent, before departing to his chambers.

“Come, Rhaen. We need to do something about your nose,” Jon directed him and Silas toward the door.

Y/N stood baffled in the same spot, staring at Criston. He turned around to face her. No words were spoken between them, all was said with the proud look on his face and the clear confusion on hers.

-

The quiet morning was disturbed by the children's blood-curdling screams. The adults ran toward the noise, quickly finding themselves in the guest's quarters. Rhaenyra pushed open the door, only to find the three Arryn boys terrified. A loud gasp fell from her lips as she took in the scene before her.

Jon Arryn was on the bed, a dagger stuck to his heart.

The room looked as if it was ransacked, with various drawers and chests flipped over. Alicent rushed over to get the children away from there, last night's fight was only a distant memory at that moment.

“Where is Y/N?” Viserys asked.

“Nobody has seen her today, Your Grace,” Ser Harrold replied, searching around. He spotted a teacup on top of the table. He carefully smelled the remaining contents. “Milk of the poppy.”

Something clicked in Daemon’s mind. “Has anyone seen Ser Criston since last night?” They all shook their heads. The realization fell heavy on them.

“He took her.”

-

Y/N stirred in the bed, slowly waking up. Her head was pounding terribly. As she sat up and took in her surroundings, she noticed she was not in her quarters.

“Hello, my love.” Criston greeted her, walking in with a plate of food. He was the happiest man in the world. He finally got what he wanted.

It took years.

Firstly, he needed to get gold. For years, he stole from the crown, often disappearing during the nights in the Keep to go get some from the chests. They did notice that a considerable amount was missing yet nobody suspected him. Why would they? He was the Queen's sworn protector. Secondly, a way to get Y/N. He was going to do it that night but the youngest boy had walked in. Criston knew she loved to drink tea before bed, so he slipped milk of the poppy into her cup. A maid had left it on a table and Y/N was distracted, it was the perfect opportunity. And lastly, he had to get rid of the man that ruined his life: Jon Arryn. After he packed clothes and some things she might need, Criston did not hesitate to drive the dagger into his heart. He felt satisfied at that moment. After all those long years, it was finally done.

“Criston?” Y/N asked in confusion, getting up from the bed. “Where are we?”

“We are in Braavos, don't you remember?”

Her eyes widened. “That is impossible. We were just at Driftmark last night."

Criston chuckled, getting close to her. “Silly girl, that was almost a month ago.”

Y/N’s blood ran cold. “A month?”

He smiled at her. “Don't worry about it, my love. All that matters is that we are finally together. Just you, me, and our babe.”

//

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[extistentialfox]

Prologue.

summary: Daera and her siblings face the cruel word that is so often used to tarnish their family reputation, despite comfort, words still hurt. Jace and Daera cope by planning invasions.

a/n: My first post eek! I'm scared ngl, don't roast me too hard I just wanna have some fun. Anyways, love you if you read this <3 this is just a little taster of Daera and the kids' childhood.

oc: Daera Velaryon

word count: 1k

I never gave much thought to my looks during childhood, not until I first heard that word.

‘Bastard’.

It was a fine summer day. I was returning to my chambers after an art lesson, when one of Queen Alicent’s ladies-in-waiting sneered it at me as I skipped through the halls of the red keep, my turquoise dress swishing behind me. I had stopped, startled and perplexed by the lady's hatred as she was ushered away by her companions, who were muttering apologies and giving polite curtsies. At the time I didn’t know what It meant, but if the look of disdain that was painted on the woman’s face told me anything, it was that I would be better off dead.

I asked my mother and father what it meant later that evening, as an 8-year-old didn’t have the mind to dissect such vocabulary.  We would often dine together for supper; and sat around a large table – my mother, father, and little brothers Jace and Luke (both useless when I asked what it meant) would often talk about the day’s happenings. Father had choked and spluttered on his wine, while my mother had gone deathly silent as she neatly placed her cutlery on the table. Smiling sweetly at me she asked,

“Where did you hear such a thing my sweet?” getting up from her chair, much to Luke’s protest as he was moved from her lap, she glided around the table and kneeled before me, brushing my hair out of my face with her slender hand. She gave a reassuring smile, yet her eyes held a sadness so great I couldn't comprehend it at the time, though in the present day, it's all too familiar.

“I overheard one of the queen’s ladies say it, is it a bad thing?” I whispered as if sharing a grave secret. My mother sighed and gave a glance toward Father, who had a sad look on his face, but the furrow of his brow smoothed out as I looked toward him. A calm mask.

“What does it mean father?” I questioned with a worried tone, was it that bad?

“It means that the woman has the sour, twisted heart of a septa. It's crooked with jealousy and she can't help but take it out on beautiful princesses” I grinned and giggled as he playfully threw a grape at me, trying to lighten the mood. Though I felt my mother’s grip tighten on my knee, I paid no mind to it.

Our parents may have hidden its true meaning from us on that night, however, we quickly learned what it meant as the whispered insults became far too common toward us. It meant that the kingdom thought us to be not of our father’s blood, as we didn’t have his bronze skin and my brothers didn’t have his silver hair. However, we were reassured that we were our father’s children and that we were loved no matter how we looked.

But that didn’t stop people from talking, and when so many people share a common opinion against you – it gets to your head and sullies your mind. I began lounging in the sun as much as possible, in hopes that I would become less pale. I turned red instead of a lovely bronze, and mother scolded me for being careless. I couldn't bring myself to care about how painful it was, not when the pain of being hated by the kingdom was so much greater.

Jace began to wash his hair with lemon juice and would join me sometimes to bathe in the sun, in hopes his hair would become lighter. Luke never really took such extremes to change his appearance, but I would catch him disassociating into mirrors, mindlessly staring at his appearance until his eyes burned – waiting for a change, as we all did. It never worked. Though Jace’s hair would sometimes get blonde streaks, it was sun bleach and nothing more. Though I would get brown speckles on my face, it never made me look any more Velaryon.

Always a disappointment.

“At least you have silver hair” Jace sighed as we watched our father spar in the training grounds below the balcony. We often spent this time together while Luke was busy with his lessons, and mother was doing whatever she was doing. I turned my head just in time to catch a tear fall from his eye and onto his navy linen, creating a damp spot on his shoulder.

“Yes, but despite that I still look nothing like him” I frowned, and Jace gave a slight nod and huff of agreement as he turned us toward the lounge chairs, neatly placed for us by the servants.

“What are we going to do?” Jace asked absentmindedly while twisting a cherry between his fingers, one leg over the other as he lounged back against the embroidered cushions. If he wasn’t my brother, I would think he was relaxed. I sighed heavily, trying to fight off the tears, “There is nothing we can do Jace, we cannot help the way we were born”.

Though he frowned at me, he knew I was right.

“Hello, my devious little children! what are you scheming?” Father exclaimed enthusiastically as he plodded up the stairwell.  I quickly placed a playful smile on my face as I lounged back into the chair, feigning innocence. “Oh nothing, just the usual plans on how we are going to conquer Essos” Jace mimicked my smile as he played along, “we’re also going to go north and conquer the wilding lands afterward”.

As Father reached the top of the stairs, he placed his hands on his hips with a raised brow, “and when do you plan on doing this?” I pondered dramatically, tapping the end of my chin while Jace twisted his imaginary beard as if he were a Maester.

I look toward Jace, “Maybe after supper? We must make use of the stealth night provides us” Jace shook his finger at me as he nodded enthusiastically,

“Just as I was thinking”.

“Ugh, no you weren’t you always say you would attack during the early hours like an idiot”.

“I do not!”.

“It’s not very noble to lie you clotpole!”.

“CLOTPOLE?! YOU-“

Father shuts us up with a loud whistle and we look toward him, with an amused smile on his face he says,  

“You’ll have to conquer the world another time, as your mother is calling for you both, and I believe there are lemon cakes involved” he steps aside with a loud boisterous laugh as Jace and I rush past him, pushing and shoving at each other as we race down the halls.

Though were bastards, we were still children.

aaand that's it, wasn't very long or action-packed this time I'm afraid. Feel free to give some constructive criticism as long as you keep it respectful! I'm always looking to improve my writing.

see you in chapter 1 <3

[darthpotater]

Caf Thief

After finding out someone finished your beloved caf grounds, you're determined to find the culprit.

Warnings: none; pure domestic & wholesome fluff i guess

The Misadventures of Reader with Han, Luke and Leia | Part 2

A/N: Just wanted to write something domesticated like this so please bare with me &lt;3 and sorry for being so quiet on here, folks <3 doing my best to get back to writing more

"Who finished my caf?" You hissed as you searched through the compartments in the small kitchen of the Falcon. "Looking for something, starshine?" Han asked with a smile as he leaned against the doorframe, a freshly brewed mug of caf in his hand. You squinted your eyes as you walked closer to him, making him take a step back. "Is that the last batch of my Spiran caf?" You asked as he continued backing off. You tried taking a sniff but Han was quick to move the mug away from your face. "Please, do not violate my beverage by stealing its aroma.”

You glared at him, “You thief!”

“It’s not your disgusting caf.” Han defended, “This is from my stash, starshine.”

“Then why won’t you let me take a whiff?”

“Because I don’t want you ruining it!”

“Han, that doesn’t make sense!”

“You’re not making any sense!” Han barked back, making you glare at him even more.

“Children, it’s too early in the morning for all this yelling.” Leia sighed as she casually walked past you and Han, completely used to this sight. “What happened this time?” Leia asked as she sat by the booth, watching the two of you, obviously amused.

“He stole the last of my caf grounds!” You told Leia, sounding like a child, at the same time Han spoke,“ And she’s accusing me!”

You and Han looked at each other in silence before going back to another session of bickering. Leia chuckled and shook her head. “What’s going on?” Luke asked as he walked into the main hold from the cockpit. “The usual,” Leia mumbled as she had now moved on to reading the mission files, dodging a flying spoon, the one you just threw at Han.

“Why don’t you ask your loverboy here?!” Han asked tauntingly. “Ask him if he saw where your grounds went.”

You turned to face Luke, his blue eyes twinkling as he looked at you with doe eyes. “Luke, do you know where he hid my caf?" You asked softly, head tilting as you watched him stutter. "I--um, I drank it." He answered in defeat, dropping his head. "I've been meaning to get you a new batch! I promise the moment we have free time." He added as he walked closer to you, softly placing his hands on your hips, making you jump slightly at the feeling. He instantly pulled them away and blushed before looking back down at the cold metal floors of the Falcon.

"Hey, hey It's okay, as long as you enjoyed." You genuinely smiled with a shrug, making Han let out a gasp. "Now this is discrimination. How come it's okay when he drinks it but with me—"

"Because he's Luke and he's cute." You cut Han off as you turned to give him a smirk. He glares at you before sitting beside Leia, letting out a huff.

"Am I not cute?" Han asked, eyes jumping between you and Leia. You two share a look before letting out hearty laughs. You turned around and looked at Luke, who was still blushing like crazy. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to finish your caf. I only realized it was yours by the time I finished my cup. But I promise, I'll get you new ones the moment we're done with this mission—"

"Luke, it's alright." You smiled sweetly as you placed your hand on his cheek, his blue eyes finally looking up. "Do you mean it?" He asked and you nodded. "Of course, I mean it. I was only trying to get a rise out of Han and that'll teach him the next time he thinks and tries to drink from my sta—."

"No, I mean...do you really think I'm cute?"

You looked at him, dumbfounded, completely taken aback by his question. "Yes." You answered after finding the words to say. He smiles before looking back down at his feet. "Hey now, don't get cocky, kid," Han mumbled as he continued sipping on his beverage, making Leia giggle quietly beside him.

You laughed lightly before softly grabbing Luke's tunic and tugging him to lean in closer, to which he happily obliged. You brought your lips to his ear, his knees almost giving in. "Better hide your hot chocolate stash though, farmboy." You whispered, your voice so close to him sending shivers down his body. He nodded and chuckled lightly as you let go of him and made your way back to the cockpit. He glances back at you one last time, watching you as you sat down beside Chewie. Oh, he could definitely get used to hearing you so close to him like that.

[farity]

Longing, part 3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x you

Summary:  A ward of Rhaenyra’s, you are present on that fateful night when Luke’s being a little shit.

Warnings: Smut.

Part 1  -  Part 2

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“This is a surprising request, Aemond.”  Rhaenyra had dismissed her servants and the two of them were sitting by the window.  “She is very dear to me, to my whole family.”

Aemond said nothing.  It was difficult enough to have to ask Rhaenyra for anything, let alone discuss how dear she was to him. 

“Luke will be going to Driftmark soon, and Joffrey is to be a ward there.”  Rhaenyra watched him closely, and he had to force himself to appear calm.

“She has been teaching my children.  Our children,” she amended, including Daemon’s daughters.  “She is quite skilled but I know she wishes to travel once her working days are finished.”  

“She has told me as much.”

Rhaenyra smiled gently.  “Brother, she is someone I care deeply about.  If I am to change her circumstances I need to know this is not someone you will discard once you become bored of her.”

Aemond wanted to slap her.  His whore of a sister was passing judgment on him when she clearly didn’t know him at all?  “You must be confusing me with Aegon.  It is he who uses women.  It is he who frequents brothels.  It is he who dishonors his wife with his behavior.”  

“Be that as it may, I will need to speak with her.  I will do nothing against her wishes, but I can put some plans in place sooner rather than later.  I had long considered what her situation would be once she left us, but I cannot discuss that with you just yet.”

He didn’t want to feel any hope.  Hope was a draught for children, soon to be trampled under the feet of lesser men.  

* * * * * 

You were, once again, struggling to keep control of Baela’s attention.  “Lady Baela, please allow your sister to continue her work and pay attention to your lesson.”

You had left Aemond sleeping on his side that morning, tiptoeing quietly around, gathering your clothes.  You smiled as you looked at him before leaving to begin your duties.  The morning had been spent trying not to think about the hours you’d spent with him, all that had transpired between the two of you.  At times, it seemed like it had been a dream, but the physical marks on your skin, the ones he had promised to bestow upon you, meant otherwise.

Rhaenyra walked in, surprising you.  She hardly ever interrupted lessons, and your stomach sank as you considered why she might be here.  “Could we have a few minutes.”  It did not sound like a question.

The walk to her rooms here in the Red Keep was interminable.  Calculations started swirling in your head.  You had saved all the money she and Daemon paid you to teach their children, since they provided everything else you needed.  You could make your way.  You could survive if she kicked you out now.  Teaching would have to do for a few more years, but you were good at it.  Unless she spread rumors about you and why she had let you go.  She wouldn’t, though.  She had always been kind.  

She closed the door and walked around you, then started laughing.  “Oh dear, please do not look so frightened, this is not bad news.”

You shoulders loosened slightly, but what was “not bad news” to a royal could be “catastrophic” to someone like you, so you waited.  

“Daemon and I have long considered you someone quite close to our family,” she began.  “in fact, we had discussed making you an offer once your work with us was over.  It seems, however, that we might make you this offer sooner rather than later.”

An offer.  An offer to what?  

“We cannot legitimize you.  The name Strong is not ours to give.  But what we can do is give you a good start for the next chapter in your life.”  She smiled at you, “you are quite dear to me, and I wish to settle upon you a sum of money large enough to ensure that you will be comfortable for the rest of your life.  It is what your father would have wanted.  And it is what I want.”

You’d never met him, of course, but Rhaenyra had told you early on about him, how special he had been to her, and in due time, you had deduced that it was he and not her deceased first husband who had fathered her boys.  

“That is very generous of you, Princess.”

“I spoke with Aemond this morning.  He came to me to make a request.”

Your heart was beating so hard in your chest you were sure the princess could hear it.  

“He wishes to marry you.”

You said nothing while she scrutinized you.  You knew nothing of this.

“Do not look so terrified, child,” she smiled, “I am not opposed.  In fact, you are probably too good for him, but such things are not left to reason most of the time, especially for us women.  I know that well.”

You still did not move, and wondered if there might be the slightest hope that you and Aemond might have a shared future.

“But,” she continued, “before that can be discussed, there are things that must be done.  And before that happens, I must ask you, is this what you wish?  For I will allow nothing to be done without your consent.”

She was asking you?  Out of all the possibilities, you being the one who decided the course to follow had not been something you’d envisioned.  You took a deep breath and steadied yourself.

“I wish it.  I wish it very much, Princess.”

* * * * * 

“Mother.”

Queen Alicent was pacing back and forth and Aemond was glad she was alone.  No Ser Otto and no Larys around to hear the conversation that was soon to happen.  At least, nowhere he could see them.

“Aemond, what is this I hear?”

She was frowning, hands clasped together, and he wondered if, despite Rhaenyra’s willingness, this was where everything would end.  He refused to entertain the thought and focused on the task at hand.

“What have you heard, mother?”

“You wish to marry a servant?”

“She is no servant, mother.”

“A bastard.  A Strong bastard.  Rather ironic after your little outburst at dinner, don’t you think?”

Aemond had known this was coming.  “She does not pretend to be someone other than she is.  And she is learned enough to tutor royal children.”

Alicent rolled her eyes at her son.  “Aemond, you know you must marry for the benefit of our house.  You have known that for years.”

“Yes, like you were wed to father, like Aegon and Helaena are wed.  All of you leading such happy lives.”

To her credit, his mother did not argue.  She sighed, shaking her head.  “Such is our destiny, and we must make the best of it.”

“I am making the best of it,” Aemond snapped, “is it too much to ask that one of your children may marry as he chooses?  You and grandfather can always use Daeron for your purposes.”

“Aemond.”

“Apologies, mother, the thought of a life spent with someone I might actually want has clouded my judgment.”  He could see it all slipping out of his fingers.  His future, his will.  Her.  The feeling of desolation, of despair, began encroaching on him and all he could do was stand there, looking at his mother.

Alicent walked up to him, took his hand in hers.  “I will speak with Rhaenyra, see if she is at all inclined to-”

“She is,” he blurted out before he could help himself.  “We have spoken,” he added.  

Alicent took a deep breath.  “I should still like to speak with her,” she looked up at him, at his scar and eye patch and raised a hand to gently caress his face.  

* * * * * 

Daemon threw his head back and laughed.  

“I am glad you find the situation amusing,” Rhaenyra said.  

He stood up, walked over to her and kissed her forehead.  “I will draw much blood from him over this,” he raised his hands up before she could say something, “figuratively, of course.”

She smiled at her husband.  “It says a lot about his sense of honor that he would willingly put himself in a position to be mocked for his choice.”

“I am sure,” Daemon replied, smirking, “he has willingly put himself in many positions for her.  And put her in many, many positions as well.”  He kissed her mouth this time, and was rewarded with a laugh from her.  “In fact, I am considering several positions to put you in at this very moment, wife,” he added, drawing her into his arms.  “Allow me to tell him, please.”

“No, Daemon,” Rhaenyra laughed.  “But you are welcome to be present.”

Daemon pretended to pout.  “How very magnanimous of you.”

* * * * * 

You were done for the day, having struggled to concentrate on any of your duties because of the conversation with Rhaenyra and the one thought that consumed your every moment.  

Aemond.

You walked into the room you had been given and smiled.  He was sitting there, fingers tapping on the arm rest but as soon as he saw you he rose, closed the distance between you and wrapped his arms around you.  You dropped the linens you’d brought in and simply breathed him in, let him lift you off the ground as he kissed you.  Your arms rose to link around his neck, the warmth of him enveloping you.

When he finally put you back down, he held your face in his hands.  “I spoke to Rhaenyra.  I was expecting very little but it went better than I thought.”

“We have spoken,” you replied, caressing his cheek.  “I cannot believe there might be hope.  I had never imagined you might feel any tenderness for me.”  Your nose began itching and you knew tears were not far behind.

“Tenderness, yes.  Admiration, lust,” he laughed, brushing his thumb over a tear that had escaped you.  “delight that you might have tenderness for me.”  His voice had become quieter, his gaze darker.  “It is not often someone seen as a monster can feel a ray of hope alight upon him.”

You shook your head.  “You are no monster.  Anyone who seeks knowledge beyond shallow gossip can see that.  But,” you took a deep breath, “it is not only Rhaenyra who must give her blessing.”

“I have spoken to my mother.  I believe she and Rhaenyra may come to an agreement.  Both of them know the consequences of political alliances, and that may play in our favor.”  He took your hands, kissed them.  “I cannot stop thinking about you,” he added.

“You are all I have thought about since I awoke,” you confessed, your cheeks warming.  “I do not recall what the lessons were, truly.”  When he pulled you in, you forgot about everything else completely.

Your hands were greedy, now familiar with the fastenings of his clothing while he reached under your skirts, tracing a path up your thigh until he found your smallclothes, reached beneath them to cup your ass and pull you against him.  “I must have you now,” he whispered, backing you against the bed.  “You consume my every thought, my every moment.”

He kissed your neck while he loosened your bodice, allowing the dress to puddle at your feet before he wrapped an arm around you and laid down on the bed with you, your limbs already intertwined with his.  

“Aemond,” you said softly.  “I love you.  You alone have my heart.”

He said nothing, but you felt his shoulders shake after a few moments.  When he looked at you, there were tears in his eye and he kissed your cheek.  “Your heart is safe in my keeping.”

You brushed the tears off his face as he had done yours earlier, kissed him.  He slipped inside you slowly, his breathing mingling with yours as your bodies rose together.  “Tell me again,” he said.  “Tell me.”

“I love you.”  

You lost yourself then, your mind and body completely his as you let the pleasure overtake you.  “Mine,” he whispered, moments before he buried his face in your neck and let himself fall.

* * * * * 

“It would be quite valuable to have him settled in Dragonstone,” Ser Otto Hightower mused after hearing the news from his daughter.  “One of our own inside the opposing field.”

“No.”

Otto looked at her, at the daughter he had turned into a queen.  “No?” he smiled.

Alicent was glaring at him.  “No.  Aemond will not be another piece for you to move about and use as you will.  At least one of my children gets to live a life away from your machinations.”

“A king and a queen, I would say your children are doing very well.”

“Your idea of ‘very well’ is troubling, but in this I will not waver, father.  I will let him have this.”  She walked out of her father’s office before he could say anything else, before he could twist and turn everything to suit his own nefarious purposes, and headed to the rooms where Rhaenyra and Daemon stayed.

It did not go unnoticed to Alicent that things had been going well the previous night until Aemond himself had chosen to stir up trouble, and now she was headed to speak to her old friend on Aemond’s behalf.  For him, for the child who had lost so much so young, for the child who had never gotten the justice he deserved, she would gladly humiliate herself.

“Princess Rhaenyra.”

Rhaenyra turned from where she sat and smiled at Alicent.  “Your Grace.”

“May I have a few minutes of your time?”

“Of course.”

Alicent sat, smoothed her skirts, placing her hands on her knees so that she wouldn’t pick at her nails.  “You know what it is I wish to discuss.”

“I do.  Have you any insurmountable objections to the marriage?”

“My wish is that my son’s happiness should override any objections we have about the suitability of his choice of bride.”

Rhaenyra shook her head but kept her composure.  “They have our full support,” she countered calmly, “Daemon and I are quite fond of this young woman, she is kind and amiable, obviously has patience as she deals with young children most days, and has always been honorable and responsible.  How is Aegon these days?”

Alicent winced at the pointed question about her wayward son.  “Fine.  In that case, I shall begin the arrangements.”

“Excellent.  I will let her know of your decision.”

The queen nodded, rose, and walked out, leaving Rhaenyra glad that at least this conversation had not dragged on needlessly, allowing more time for more veiled barbs and barely hidden insults.

* * * * * 

The next day, you found yourself before the queen, hoping your nerves would go unnoticed as you curtsied.  Next to you, Aemond stood, placing a hand on your back as you rose.  

“It is my hope that you will acquaint yourself with the practices of the court.  You have observed them, of course, but it is one thing to witness, and quite another to embody what it is to be part of this family.”

“The last thing I want is for her to start behaving like the rest of this family,” Aemond interrupted, and the queen turned to face him.

You slipped your hand into Aemond’s, and felt the tension start draining from him.  “I wish to do nothing to bring dishonor to the family,” you said, “and to do all I can to make your son happy, Your Grace.”

“Happy,” Alicent whispered, “what a lovely sentiment.  I understand the Princess Rhaenyra and her family are returning to Dragonstone tomorrow and you are going with them.”

“Yes, Your Grace,” you replied, “two of the children are headed to Driftmark soon and I wish to finish my duties with the ladies Baela and Rhaena.”

Alicent nodded, “after that you may return and we can hold the wedding then.”

“We would rather marry now, mother,” Aemond said, squeezing your hand.  “I wish to go to Dragonstone with her, and neither of us wants the spectacle of a public wedding.”  He looked down at you and gave you a small smile.  You smiled back, aware of the queen’s intent gaze upon both of you.

“Now?”

“Today,” Aemond continued.  “I can take her back to Dragonstone on Vhagar if need be.  There is no need to delay things.”

Alicent sighed.  “Let it all be done, then.”  She nodded at her son and walked out, the silence left behind almost oppressive.  Aemond took your hand and kissed it. 

“You will learn this is how things are done here.”  He smiled bitterly.  “Every interaction leaving you with a feeling that you have inconvenienced someone.”

It was a horrible way to live, you thought, and so different from the warmth and coziness of Rhaenyra’s family.  The old king barely hanging on, and from what you knew, he had hardly been a presence in the lives of his children with Alicent.  The queen’s father, always looking at someone with the eye of a jeweler, appraising their worth and how he could trade it for something else.  The queen herself, mouth always downcast, as if she had forgotten what it was like to smile.  Aegon often in his cups or leering at the servants.  Or both.  At least Helaena seemed to be able to escape into her own world, and shared as much of herself as she could with her own children.  

You squeezed Aemond’s hand.  “I am glad you have chosen to go to Dragonstone.  I should not like to be parted from you.”

“The only question left is,” he said very seriously, “you objected so much to me calling you ‘my lady’ how shall you ever tolerate me calling you ‘Princess’?”

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