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ghostbsuter · 5 months

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Danny got comfortable on the roof, leaning froward with anticipation.

A silent thump and a person slid next to him, Danny barely gave the red head a glance.

"Any reasons to be on the roof at night?"

He shushes the vigilante, eyes not leaving the spot. It has Roy crouching next to him, watching as well.

Out of nowhere, a vampire looking fella flew around wildly, not far behind a ginger woman on a hoverboard, flying after him.

The Lady is shooting lasers with deathly accuracy, the man (?) dodging barely. It had Arsenal hum at the show.

"That's my mom." Danny points at the lady. "The guy she's hunting keeps harassing me so she took matters into her own hands."

Cheshire Cat lands not far away from the two, head tilted with a silent question that had Roy nodding and she is leaping away to the next roof once more.

"Why not call the authorities?" He asks, appearing less tense and more friendly to the teen.

The kid whistles sharp with a grin before answering.

"Tried, unfortunately, he's super rich with influence and connection. So here we are." He shrugs.

While they watch the chaos a bit longer, Roy ignores the insisting buzzing from his comm, Cheshire Cat probably alarmed Oliver by now.

He looks up when Danny stands, stretching.

"What was your name again?" He quirks his brow with a smile.

"I don't remember telling you."

Roy rolls his eyes, joining the teen to his feet. "So?"

"Danny."

He steps off the roof before Roy can react, a shout building up, until he sees the kid sitting on the hoverboard of his mother, her hand ruffling his hair.

"See ya, Arsenal."

They're long gone when Arsenal huffs, laughing.

"Until next time, Danny."

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #green arrow vame barelling in not even a second after #do whatever you want with this #i love roy #ofc hed allow some good old arson and maiming #cheshire cat watched and filmed from a different roof #yeah she got her dad freking out on 4k #is she gonna pester him about avting like a dad to the stranger?#absolutely #when she talks abt danny to other people she calls him her brother jokingly #danny appears more afterwards

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lya-dustin · 9 months

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Cupid kills with arrows

Chapter 15

Gif by @merlinaddams

Taglist:@cljordan-imperium @mercedesdecorazon @darylandbethfanforever9

He has taken to calling her his queen since that nightmare.

As far as terms of endearment go, it’s not that bad.

Aemond gets a blush creeping up his pale and freckled neck when she calls him Star Eyes.

She produced that nickname when they had been getting tipsy with an aged Dornish red and he’d been reciting the most irritating poems he could find in one of the books given to them as gifts.

Aemma had gotten bold enough to compose a very bad poem for him where she rhymed eye with sky and Vhagar to swagger.

He wrote it down, on the back cover of his poetry book, and both had forgotten about it until today when she wanted to cheer him up.

He’s been so tense, the stick up his arse back in its earlier place it seems.

They had been fine until that night at Cider Hall.

He had been puffing out his chest in pride hinting at having gotten her with child and seeing them shake in their boots when they saw the magnificent Dragon Queens they rode.

Then he had a night terror he wouldn’t speak about and suddenly he was acting as if they were waging war on anyone who didn’t see her as her mother’s heir.

Acting as if her mother was their enemy and Aemma too blind to see it.

“Something is bothering you.” She says as they eat a late supper together after making the good decision of turning down mama’s invitation to dine with them.

They had been home for less than a day, he was snapping at everyone for no apparent reason and worse calling her brothers ‘Strong Lads’ while they played ball with Joffrey in the gardens.

Joffrey didn’t even know he was a bastard yet. Her baby brother ran out of the garden in tears thanks to Aemond hinting he had two dead fathers.

“I am perfectly fine, sweet girl.” He said using her mother’s term of affection for her.

The words come out mocking her, making her sound like a prissy little princess who hides behind her mother’s skirts.

He had been as rigid as a board when they were welcomed home by them, cold and civil, and now he was scratching at her with these sharp claws of his.

“Aemond, do not scratch at me.” She warns from across the table in their new rooms.

“Have you ever considered that your mother may love your brothers more than you?” he asks again, not looking at her, as if he might say something else he refuses to voice.

“All parents have favorites; I know for a fact that your mother loves Aegon the least out of the four of you.” What the fuck has gotten into him? He was getting on her nerves with this sudden change. “I am very sure we will have favorites amongst our children, and it won’t be the same child.”

“Hypothetically, if Driftmark were to repeat itself and it was our child maimed for calling their cousins bastards, who would your mother defend?”

This was what the nightmare was about, it must be, it would not make sense if it weren’t.

Aemma is at a loss for words, frankly, she has no idea how this would go.

“Hypothetically, it would never happen because they would be raised not to give a shit about it, at least by me, and their cousins would be trueborn.” The princess said knowing the true answer.

Mother would defend her sons and grandsons because that is what any mother would do. She wouldn’t demand an eye for an eye, no one with a functioning brain would have asked for such high a price unless the assailant was their inferior.

And even then, only if done out of malice.

Alicent had been too busy waging war against her mother she forgot her reason there.

This had been an accident; Luke had been punished enough and everyone else as well.

“Aemma. You know that is not what I meant.” Her husband reminds her.

“Fine, she would likely take their side.” Once she says the words he wanted to hear, she cannot stop. Comes out like fucking vomit.

“To call them bastards is to remind all that the law for adultery in the royal family is to kill all including the children. I won’t be spared should it ever come to that because those who bring it up will say I am not trueborn either to suit their ambitions.

If I am not careful, someone will turn us against each other with the intention of having us kill each other so they can rush in with Aegon because gods forbid a woman inherits over a man.

My mother already fears that you will manipulate me into taking the sword hanging over my brothers’ head and swing it; your attitude today may as well confirm her worst fears.

So no, I don’t think my mother would choose me over my brothers, but I cannot fault her for that because I would do the same in her situation!

Is that what you wanted to hear, dear Aemond?!”

Aemma’s chest is heaving, and she feels angry enough to take it out on something or someone by the time she done.

So, she leaves, she isn’t sure where, she just needs to be out of there.

“Aemma.” And as he always did when they were children, he follows hot on her heels.

“Aemma!” He calls again as she bounds out of the room needing air and a moment away from him before she tells him Driftmark was as much his fault as it was her brothers and cousins.

Yes, he was the worst injured, but he had thrown the first insult and later picked up that rock.

It was as much his fault as it was her brothers and cousins.

“Aemma, where the fuck are you going?” He reaches out to her and takes her by the waist causing her to fight him like a madwoman.

“Anywhere, but here.” she answered somehow wiggling out of his hold. “I just need air.”

“Then let me go with you.” Aemond suggested feeling some guilt for causing her this emotional distress.

“I’d rather be alone.” The princess said knowing it hurts him more than it hurts her.

How do you apologize for making your wife voice fears she hid so deep even if he was surprised about them existing?

Mother was fond of saying how Rhaenyra would kill them to solidify her reign and apparently Rhaenyra had warned Aemma about him and his family wanting to do the same.

The two women were far too similar to each other, it was no wonder they became enemies.

When Aemond hears soft footfalls as he checked on Vhagar’s nest, he turns hoping to see his wife and being disappointed when it's his sister instead.

“I had assumed you would have been with Aemma, but I suppose it’s better she weren’t here.” Rhaenyra said quietly and yet her words still had the chilling effect of ice water running down his spine.

He felt like he was eleven again.

Small and weak, the butt of the joke and always at the mercy of anyone considered better than him.

“I will apologize to Joffrey later; I will say I misspoke and meant the Father and Ser Laenor.” The prince said quickly, wishing his hand hadn’t begun shaking as he remembered how Larys used hot pincers to take out the tongues of those who claimed mother had been father’s lover when Aemma Arryn still lived. “That should buy you enough time to figure out how to tell him the truth.”

“Thank you, I know after what happened in Driftmark I do not deserve such things form you, but you have my gratitude, little brother.” It is genuine and yet, Aemond fears her like a mouse fears a cat.

“I am not doing it for you, sister, Joffrey will already suffer enough when he learns his identity is based on a lie. He deserves a few more years of blissful ignorance.” Aemond swallowed his fear and banished the nightmares from his mind as they walked back into the Dragonpit.

Vhagar was too big for it, she preferred the beach near the caves making them walk back through the caves connecting them to Rhaenys’ Hill or take a carriage.

Rhaenyra seemed to have walked there, something he had not expected as she looked like she was about to pop.

“Thank you, anyways.” They settle for uneasy silence before Rhaenyra gets brave enough to say something else. “I am sorry for what happened that night. It was a terrible accident, and I shouldn’t have threatened violence for speaking the truth. As your sister, I should have never made you think for a second, I would willfully hurt you and instead ensured you had all the care and support you needed.”

He had not been expecting that.

What in the Seven Hells did Septa Teora do with these people?

Even mother wouldn’t apologize for trying to keep him from flying and training after he lost his eye thinking she was doing it for his well-being.

“As your goodmother I should not have assumed you were the type of man to use my daughter so cruelly.

And for that I apologize as well.”

Aemond tried not to stare as she says things, he was convinced he’d never hear in his lifetime.

He supposed his grandsire’s death had opened the path to true reconciliation.

“She told you what our quarrel was about?” he asks, and she nods sheepishly.

“Don’t hold it against her, she was quite angrily mending your shirts when I visited your rooms. She admitted to some things, and I filled in the blanks.

I have known her for seven and ten years, Aemond.” Rhaenyra doesn’t mention him not accepting her apology.

The loss of his eye and his loathing of her and her sons had defined quite a lot of him. It is a hell of a thing to move past.

He will forgive her eventually, he thinks.

Aemma can’t begrudge him that because he has accepted that it will take just as long for her to forgive his mother.

But he must ask, just to get it out of his mind and move past the thing that caused the first marital spat in his marriage.

“If Driftmark were to repeat itself, would you have done to your grandchild what you and father threatened to do?” he asks reminding himself a thing like that wouldn’t happen, that it was his fears talking.

His children would not be poisoned against their kin like mother had done believing they were the enemy.

The only enemy they had had been grandfather who would have killed them to get his wish: absolute power.

To show he was willing to make peace with them and prevent the war father and Helaena keep seeing in their dreams, he offers his sister his arm as they walked back into the caves.

“No, the children would be made to apologize for the accident, she or he would be treated with all the care needed, and the children punished accordingly.” Rhaenyra accepted his arm with a hopeful look so reminiscent of Aemma and Helaena. “We should have done that the first time around, none of us adults should have let our politics and animosity take over. I hope you can forgive me someday, little brother.”

“Perhaps I will.”

#aemma velaryon #aemond targaryen x velaryon!oc #cupid kills with arrows fic #big sister rhaenyra #aemond targaryen x ofc #ewan mitchell #queen charlotte au

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