#anita raise

[shiftythrifting]

Help her. 

Community Thrift, West Palm Beach FL

[sepia-stained-sunset]

Shoutout to Tim Drake for teaming up with the only other teenagers with messier family dynamics than the Bats

[covertblizzard]

jaykyle au where they're theatre kids in the same school but they're not the actors jason's the scriptwriter/director and kyle is the prop manager (i don't know the official terms sorry) and they'd probably do an amazing job on the backstage setting if they could stop arguing for 5 whole seconds about their artistic visions and ideas and how "this would obviously work better this way"

[i-am-the-n1-trash]

Constantly thinking about Anita's relationship with her parents. At what point does she stop looking at them as her parents and sees them as her children? Anita's going to watch them grow up with the knowledge that they will never be the people they used to be because by saving them she changed their memories and the circumstances of their childhood. How does she feel when she realizes her parents will never get married because this time they were raised as siblings? Do they call her "mom"? When does she tell them the truth about who they are?

In a funnier note, does Don have hair this time since he wasn't cursed by his mother-in-law?

[beautiesofbygoneeras]

Anita Ekberg

[acabjasontodd]

Once again thinking of the ways that I, personally, was victimized by Geoff Johns in TTVol3

[alexiabae]

PUPPY; aitana bonmatí x fem!reader x ona batlle

Warnings: fluff.

Note: English is not my first language.

not my gif.

Aitana's jaw clenched immediately when she noticed who was laying on the ground. She ran quickly to her, pushing the rival away.

"¿Te has hecho daño?" Aitana asks, worry present in her voice. She knelt down, watching the pained expression on her face.

"My knee." Y/N mumbled, hissing when she tried to stand up, letting out a pain squeal.

Aitana grabs her hand and squeezes it, looking briefly at the player who did this. Her eyes transform daggers. And like what she wants to do to that player, someone else pushed her, exclaiming bad words. A tiny smile painted on Aitana's lips.

"They are coming." Alexia's voice broke her visual from the pair and Lucy separating her teammate from the rival.

Aitana saw how the medics came quickly, Alexia making room for them and looking to her friend laying there while sharing the worry that Aitana felt for Y/N.

"Ona, enough!" Lucy's thick accent was heard next to them, taking away the young defender.

Ona scowled when Lucy pushed her to another part and when her gaze saw the girl laying, her eyes softened.

"Is she okay?" Ona asked the medics, crouching down. Her hands move to take away Y/N's hands from her face, wiping her cheek when saw it dirty.

"She will, but she needs to be sub." One of them said, turning to the bench and doing a gesture with their hands.

"I'm going to kill her." Aitana growled.

"You are staying away from her." Alexia state firm, walking to where Irene and Keira are discussing with the referee.

Frido crouched down and moved some lock of hair away from her face, whispering reassuring things. Y/N whispered something too, something that neither Aitana or Ona could hear, seeing only how the Swedish nodded.

With a promise from the pair, Y/N was subbed off. Ona patted Aitana's back, talking with a look what they are gonna do.

But the plan came quickly to an end when Frido came towards them and threatened them with a surprisingly serious tone.

When the whistle indicated the final, Ona and Aitana ran in, not caring at that moment about anything more than Y/N.

The freckled girl saw her girlfriend sitting on her cubby apparently with nothing serious, she sat down on her lap and hid her face on her neck, depositing a kiss there.

"I can play the next game. They took me away for precautions." Y/N explained, hugging Ona.

Aitana walked towards them and stood in front, a hand on her hip. "You are forbidden to move today." She indicated, making her laugh and the brunette frown. "I'm saying it seriously."

Y/N snorted. "Believe me, I know." Aitana rolled her eyes and leaned down to kiss her forehead.

Ona, who is more permissive in that way, sometimes she ally with Y/N to lure her other girlfriend, that gave in after a while. So she knew later that day, she needs to intervene in the future discussion between Y/N and Aitana. But she missed so much that she didn't care.

"You two!" Once again, Alexia interrupted the atmosphere without knowing it. Ona moves out quickly, sitting to Y/N's left side. The midfielder walked in. "Do you think I don't notice your behaviour? And disappear when the match ends?" She stood up in front of them, crossing her arms with an authority face, but softening her features when saw Y/N. "Are you okay?" She asks softly.

Y/N nodding with a smile.

"We are worried." Ona said, shrugging while grabbing a bottle of water.

Alexia fixed her gaze towards her, raising an eyebrow to her answer. Her firmness is coming back to her face.

"Yeah... frequently it's been that way." The captain hummed.

Before Ona could answer, the chatter between Keira and Patri interrupted the interrogation.

"Whoa. Who is the guilt?" Patri teases when saw her captain position, walking next to her.

Y/N hides a smirk, watching the interaction.

"My choice is Anita." Keira joked too, throwing her right arm around Aitana's shoulder.

The mentioned rolled her eyes, while the other laughed.

"Well, mine is Y/N." Patri said. She notices lately the pair glued to her. The player raised her eyebrows, surprised while pointing to herself. "Yes, you. These two need to resolve their crush on you." The Balear smugly said, oblivious to the real situation.

Aitana blushed profusely while Ona spit the water she was drinking. Y/N patted her back a few times.

"Cállate." Ona muttered, throwing at her a knowing look. Lately Patri got to Ona to confess her love to Y/N, not knowing that she already did it.

Patri giggled and after checking on Y/N, she went to her cubby. Y/N and Keira engaged in a conversation, giving the opportunity to Alexia to bring with herself Aitana and Ona to another part of the changing room.

"Well?" Alexia asked after a few seconds, raising an eyebrow and crossing her arms, the captain armband showing up.

The pair gave a look to each other, speaking with her eyes. Alexia sighed when neither of them said a word. "I don't know what is going on with you two following Y/N. It's okay if you two have a crush on her, but please, stop ac-,"

"Y/N is our girlfriend." Aitana said in a small voice, copying her captain and crossing her arms, her eyes looking at the floor.

Ona tried to hold a laugh when saw the older one open and close her mouth a few times, clearly not expecting this new information.

"Uhh?" Alexia hummed, very confused.

"We are in a relationship with her." Ona explained carefully, pointing with a finger herself and Aitana. "Weird?" She asks, calmly.

Alexia scratched the back of her head, nervous. "No... I don't listen to that frequently... that's all." She stammer.

"Then, do you understand why we worry about her, right?" Aitana said, raising her eyes to her friend.

The older snort. "Aitana, you are like a chihuahua with your teammates. You double it with her, also with Ona I still don't see it..." she joked, seeing the offending expression from the brunette and Ona laughing hard.

Ona's laugh called the attention from the others. Alexia chuckles discreetly while Aitana starts to protest. Y/N raised from her spot carefully and with the help of Keira and both of them walked towards them, Patri following behind.

"What is it?" Y/N stood next to Alexia, seeing Ona leaning on Aitana who was very offended and blushing, not caring about Ona at that moment.

"Alexia c-called your girlf-friend chihuahua!" Ona explained between laughs.

A lot of exclamations were heard. Some surprise noise escaped from Y/N's mouth, taking her with the guard off. Patri slapped her shoulder, a big smirk taking occupying her face.

"Your girlfriend?" Keira murmured next to her, copying Patri's smirk.

Y/N cover with a hand on her face, embarrassed.

"You two together? Shit Y/N, you mess up the bet." Patri said, remembering the bet some of them have on the three pairs.

Y/N frowned, putting down her hand and looking at Patri confused. This one received a nudge from the captain.

Ona stopped laughing, cleaning her cheeks from the crying. "What bet?" She said, frowning. Aitana stopped protesting too.

Patri looked like a puppy at that moment. Her gaze alternate between Alexia and Keira, avoiding the three involved one.

Alexia sighed deeply, thinking that of course, Patri is the one who could talk too much. Even if she isn't involved in the bet, she is aware about it.

"The one...," Patri started, undecided and swallowing. "We make a bet about who Y/N will start dating between you two..." she said in a small voice, guilty.

Y/N rolls her eyes. Of course her teammates would make a bet about them. She isn't mad with them.

"Are you three mad?" Keira asked, nervous.

Y/N shakes her head, making Patri and Keira sigh relieved.

"What about us?" Aitana scowled, indignant.

"Well, the main one we are scared of was Y/N. We can deal with you two." Patri said, an innocent smile painting on her lips.

"We can be scary too." Ona says trying to be intimidating.

Keira snort. "What?" Aitana said, starting to feel angry.

"Don't get mad, but you two are like two angry puppies. Y/N rarely gets angry and when it happens, everyone runs." Keira said, shrugging while smiling.

"She has a point..." Ona mumbled only at Aitana, coming to her head the times her girlfriend got angry with them.

The midfielder rolled her eyes, but remained quiet, agreeing silently with Ona. Y/N walked towards Aitana and wrapped her arms around her neck, the Catalan immediately wrapped hers around Y/N's waist protectively.

"You two look hot." Patri smirked, crossing her arms.

"I know..." Aitana said proudly, kissing Y/N's cheek.

"I want a kiss too." Ona complained, not caring about the other two who still don't know anything.

Before the pair could make a comment, Y/N unwrap an arm and wrap it on Ona's, smashing her lips on hers.

"WHAT!?" Keira exclaimed more loud than she pretended, muffling the squeal surprise Patri let out.

Y/N smiled on Ona's mouth, pecking it a few times. The young Catalan let out an enamoured sigh. When she turned to look at her friend, she saw how Patri and Keira had the same expression, making her laugh.

"Who won then?" Ona asked smugly.

"That's why they are always together..." Patri muttered to herself and looked at Alexia.

"Excuse me? I'm more interested in why you call me a chihuahua." Aitana said after a while, making them look at her silently. But soon they exploded into a loud laugh. Alexia rolled her eyes with a smile.

"I love you chihuahua." Y/N muttered on her lips to remove the piss from her face and was replaced by a small smile.

"Don't start to call me like that, please." She begged in a whisper, ignoring the laugh and tease from Keira and Patri.

"We will think about that." Y/N said, giving her a chaste kiss.

[hijinxinprogress]

YJ being awful at sharing things (mostly bc they’re used to handling things themselves bc there was no one for them to depend on during their childhood)

YJ is great at subterfuge and lying but they keep unnecessary things on a need-to-know basis like their favorite colors so when people are like “why didn’t you tell me?? I can help! I hope you know you can come to me if you need anything” and yj responds like a stray animal being shown affection for the first time “with what?? nothing’s wrong…go away…” but they’re always injured or about to be whether it’s physical or psychological 

Cissie didn’t tell anyone she was allergic to walnuts until Oliver almost killed her at a mandatory family dinner (they also didn’t know she was in the Olympics or dating Kon until they were cornered by reporters in public who wanted to know if Kon was aware she had a relationship with Oliver Queen) (Roy had a very one sided beef with Kon for about three weeks once he saw the interviews)

Yj is outed for smoking when Bart gets caught with weed and the jl (mostly Barry) are lecturing him about the dangers of marijuana and Wally’s yelling bc they thought it was the titans smoking while bart just shrugs and he’s like “I thought you knew, it’s not like we were hiding it” they call a meeting w/ yj but Cissie’s just like “I mean what are you gonna do about it? You’re a couple years too late to be concerned” and behind them, an irritated Kon passes a handful of bills to a smug Anita

Or Tim’s been stabbed for the 5th time this week (and didn’t tell anyone bc he’s Tim) Cassie tries to hand him tequila and Bart looks at them like they’re stupid “he can’t drink that” and dicks in the background “no he can’t bc he’s literally a baby and so are all of you!!” and Anita reaches over to Kon who’s not paying attention and he’s like “yeah, rob got stabbed like an hour ago and didn’t say anything bc he’s a squirrelly little shit” and dick launches himself across the room holding 17 medical packs (he was supposed off planet for the next three months)

Diana hears yj refer to Cassie with they/them pronouns and pulls them aside to ask if they want to change their name (hero and civilian) and why they didn’t feel comfortable sharing their identity with her and Cassie just goes “I didn’t think it was a big deal”

Most people think that Anita’s raising her children so older heroes with make comments about her being too young to be a parent or being irresponsible for being a parent so young along with how it makes them unable to trust her judgment as a hero (Steph once made an offhanded comment about Anita being a real hero for raising twins after she cussed out an older hero) but no one outside of yj learns the truth until dr. fate shows up talking about irreparable damage being done to the timeline (the nearest speedster gets dirty looks despite not being at fault this time)

Yj invites Greta to the watchtower and she meets Constantine who starts going on about her being death-touched, possessed, and rambling about dark magic so he ends up calling the rest of jl dark which is how the jl finds out about Secret years after the fact

Kon casually makes jokes about Lex’s attempts on his life, Lex and Clark attempting to win him over to get one over on each other, Lex or Clark disliking him, his death, and the period of time Kon was homeless which is usually how anyone outside of yj finds out about things going on in his life

The jl loses their shit when they learn how often yj hide each other in their homes when they don’t have anywhere else to go (batman buys trackers in bulk when he finds out Tim has a secret house) 

[kinkforwings]

Out of everyone in the batfam, Tim is the one who's wanted in most countries and none of them, except for Cass or maybe Dick, know about it (they still don't know all of it) cause he's a secretive little shit (affectionate) who's unhingedness is only matched by Kon-the-clone-boy-who-grew-up-in-a-test-tube, Cassie-who-asked-Zeus-for-powers, Bart, Anita-who-is-raising-her-parents-who-were-turned-into-babies, Cissie and, Greta-who-was-raised-in-a-cult.

[vaspider]

Hi Spider, I hope you're well! I had a question about being Jewish and was wondering if you could give me some insight. All good if not!

Forgive me if I use the wrong terms here, I'm still learning and don't have any ill intent.

I'm a weird case, I think? I was raised Catholic, and I found out as an adult that my family past was hidden from me. Both my Babcia (great grandma, from Poland) and my Grandpa are descended from and were practicing Jews.

This information was withheld from me, so my knowledge of it is limited to what I've learned from my parents after they passed. And that's been like pulling teeth in and of itself.

How would I go about reconnecting with this part of my past? Are there resources available for the basics? I tried looking up various things online, but I think I'm looking in the wrong places- it's all super dense to me and I don't know where to start.

If you have any advice on this, or any thoughts of your own, I'd really appreciate it, no pressure. Thank you!!

My cat Princess says hello btw (:

Hello, Princess!

I would recommend finding a rabbi close to you geographically and starting there. Many places have a Judaism 101 class, which is required for conversion but doesn't necessarily lead to it.

Here's the list I gave @oldest-man-alive-blog off the top of my head when he asked for books to read to decide if he wants to convert

Essential Judaism by George Robinson Choosing a Jewish Life by Anita Diamant Here All Along by Sara Hurwitz The Jewish Approach to God, A Brief Introduction for Christians by Rabbi Neil Gillman To Life! A Celebration of Jewish Being and Thinking by Harold Kushner Becoming a Jew by Rabbi Maurice Lamm

And followed with this:

[radioactive-earthshine]

gonna pitch a batman idea where bruce is forced to retire entirely from being batman when he is forced to raise his own parents when they are reincarnated as babies like how anita was written out

[kaijuno]

Anita Blair was the first guide dog handler in El Paso, Texas, when she graduated from The Seeing Eye in March 1940 with Fawn, a German shepherd. The photo is a black and white photo of Anita being guided by Fawn across a bustling city street in the early 1940s.

Just a month later, Anita and Fawn were crossing a street in El Paso when a car nearly hit her. “Fawn, the fawn-colored German shepherd, with perfect timing checked her mistress’s pace, so that the car sped past without the driver being aware that the young woman could not see,” the El Paso Times reported on April 19, 1940.

Fawn was at her side when she graduated from the Texas College of Mines and Metallurgy – now known as the University of Texas at El Paso, or UTEP – with a bachelor’s degree in 1944. She later earned a master’s degree from Texas State College for Women, now Texas Woman’s University, in Denton.

In 1946, Anita and Fawn were again in the news during a tragic fire at the 23-story Hotel LaSalle in Chicago. According to the June 6, 1946, issue of the El Paso Times, Anita was awakened by screams. “When I opened the door the smoke was so heavy I could taste it,” Anita told the newspaper. “I closed the door but did not want to get Fawn excited. Because of her I remained calm – and probably because of me she did the same.”

Fawn led Anita out the window and down the fire escape – 11 stories down – while the fire raged. Sixty-one people were killed in the fire.

In 1952, Anita became the first El Paso woman – and the first blind woman in any state – to be elected as a state representative. During her time in office, Anita fought for funding for the State School for the Deaf, teacher pay raises, and a bill that allowed women to serve on juries.

Anita returned to The Seeing Eye five more times to be matched with successor Seeing Eye dogs. Her last was Beryl, a black Labrador retriever, in 1990. Anita died in 2010 at the age of 93, and in recognition of her service as a state legislator, is buried in the Texas State Cemetery in Austin.

[suzukiblu]

Cassie makes a claybaby please!

“Oh gods,” Cassie says just a little bit hysterically. Did she make an actual Wonder Baby? Please tell her she didn’t make an actual Wonder Baby. How is she supposed to raise a Wonder Baby?! She can’t put a Wonder Baby in daycare! She can’t even ask her mom to watch her! What if she can fly?! She might just take off into the sky and get lost somewhere! She might get kidnapped by a supervillain or crash into a plane or get eaten by a fucking grue! 

“Then genetically speaking, do I need to set up a cover for a biobaby or a foster one?” Tim asks, eyeing Mae assessingly. 

“I still don’t have answers for any of this, Tim!” Cassie hisses at him. “I was very clear about my lack of answers for any of this, Tim!” 

“DNA test it is,” he says, patting at his pockets like he’s looking for an evidence bag. Given it’s Tim, she wouldn’t be surprised if he had a few, but that really doesn’t feel like an immediate priority. This is a crisis and not every crisis can be solved with Bat-prep! “She looks too young for preschool, but I can update my list of local childcare and kids’ programs in Gateway City.” 

“You just said that like you have a list of local childcare and kids’ programs in Gateway City,” Anita says. 

“I do,” Tim says, giving her a puzzled look, like why wouldn't he have a list of local childcare and kids’ programs in Gateway City. 

“. . . why,” Cissie says. 

“De-aging incidents, time travel, unanticipated custody issues or accidental pregnancies, emergency foster situations–” Tim starts ticking off, and Cassie cuts him off while making a note to recommend more therapy to him. Like, just a little bit more. 

“Why do you have one of those for specifically my city?” she says. 

“I don’t,” Tim says. “I have one for all our cities and also San Francisco and Happy Harbor. I update them on a rolling six-month schedule.” 

“. . . Tim,” Cissie says, staring incredulously at him. “You have problems.” 

“Do you want to have a list of capable and not-supervillain-compromised pediatricians on hand the next time the Justice League gets turned into kids or not?” Tim asks, looking mildly annoyed. 

“Tim!”

[treason-and-plot]

[previous]

After they've finished eating, Roy and Alec invite Anita and Renee to join them on the lounge. The resident pianist is playing some jaunty jazz tunes and several diners have migrated to the stage to dance. Alec buys Anita a Simsmapolitan and Renee a piña colada from the Hot Bartender, which Anita accepts with a flurry of giggling protestations.

"Thank you Alec, but please don't buy me any more drinks after this," she says. "I'm already feeling quite woozy from the champagne."

"You will have as many drinks as it takes me to get Hot Bartender's phone number," says Alec. "That's the deal. And it is not open to negotiation."

"Let's hope he's playing hard to get, then," says Renee, raising her glass.

"Speaking of hot bartenders, did Joël tell you he quit working at The Grind?" says Anita to Roy, who isn't drinking because he has an important meeting to attend in an hour's time.

"Yeah, he texted me yesterday," says Roy. "He said he's going to be a stay-at-home-dad. And that you were going back to work full-time. Is that true? Or was he just yanking my chain?"

“S’ true,” says Anita. “I was upset at first, but I’ve accepted it now. And I have to admit that he’s much better with Alice than me. I mean, she still wakes up two or three times a night and he always gets up and settles her with no complaints whatsoever. And he reads and plays with her for hours…I mean, after ten minutes of playing with the xylophone or building blocks I’m bored out of my wits. So it kind of makes sense that I should go back to work.”

“Joël is an absolute saint,” says Renee.

“Please never tell him this, but I’m kind of envious of him, to be honest,” Roy says to Anita. “I really miss my kids since I moved back into the apartment. Just living in the same house, seeing them at breakfast, helping them with homework, tucking them in at night…it was magical. It’s something you should never take for granted, Neets.”

Anita takes a long sip of her drink while she searches for a response.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t like a drink, Roy?” she says. “I’m not used to hearing you sound so…so serious.”

“I’m fine,” he says. “I have to make tracks and get back to the office for this meeting, anyway. It’s just….Jesus. Alec, what are you doing?"

While he and Anita have been talking Renee and Alec have been getting very cozy, his arm around her shoulders.

“Would you like to dance, Madame?” Alec asks Renee. “I think it's time I showed Hot Bartender what he's missing out on."

“I thought you’d never ask,” giggles Renee, her fingernails scraping his thigh.

[melanieph321]

Ruben Dias x Reader - The Houseguest (Part 2)

Summary - A three part series where the reader and family goes on a chaotic holiday with Ruben as their guests.

Enjoy

Yeah, last night was most definitely a dream. You woke up the next day and Ruben was nowhere to be find and no one in your family had even heard of him.

"He's like 6 feet, braud shoulders."

"Sounds like you dreamt that shit."

"Anita." Your mother slapped your sisters hands.

"Ouch Mamãe. Whatchu do that for?"

"Don't make your sister feel bad for having wet dreams."

"It wasn't a wet dream." You groaned.

"Wet dream? Who's having wet dreams?" Tomas overheard your conversation upon entering the kitchen. He was shirtless and you would be impressed by the fact that he has been working out, if it wasn't for Ruben. Last night wasn't a dream, there was a six foot man making laps in the pool. He was as tall as a tree and had the most handsome eyes/abs.

"Y/N. She says Bernardo's friend woke her up last night swimming around the pool."

"Bernardo's friend?" Tomas frowned. "Wasn't he supposed to arrive later today?"

"Exactly. Bernardo is probaly picking him up as we speak. Stop watching wierd movies before bed Y/N. You'll have less wet dreams, trust me. "

"I give up." You sighed. "No one believes me anyway."

"There there, let's not argue about who is right or wrong." Your mom said. "Your father wants us to meet him at the yacht festival down by the marina."

"Don't tell me he's buying a boat?" You said.

"No, your father just likes to dream. We will be joining him for lunch."

It was the perfect day for it. The sun was out and a lot of people roamed the Portimão marina. You couldn't help feeling like a third wheel though. Your mother and father walked ahead, arm and arm, whilst your sister and Tomas went off to have their pictures taken in front of a giant yacht. What's so impressive about a boat the same size as a house?

"Psst... Y/N." Somone hissed.

"Huh?" You shifted your head but to no use.

"Overhere."

"Where?"

You were talking to a ghost. It almost sounded like the voice was coming from above you.

"Look up!"

You raised your head to see "Ruben?" hanging off the railings of one of the boats.

"Care to join me?" He smiled.

"You're real!" You wanted to exclaim. "What are you doing here, on this boat? Is it yours?"

You came around the large fleet. Ruben waited to assist you to hop on.

"My uncles actually." He said, stretching out a hand, helping you cross the bridge from the docks.

"Why is it here, parked on the docks? Is it appart of the festival?"

"No, actually it's kind of my way of helping your brother out."

"Help Bernardo? How?"

"Well..." Ruben's smile looked devious. "Turns out this mystery girl of his has expensive taste in men and...."

"Let's me guess." You interrupted. "Bernardo is pretending to be the owner of this boat."

"Oh, he's told you of his plan?"

"No, but I know my brother." You sighed.

"Good, then you know that..."

Emerging, voices interrupted.

"But Pãi, wouldn't you rather enjoy lunch in a nice restaurant than on a boat?"

"No."

"But Pãi."

It sounded like your dad and...

"Bernardo?"

"Y/N?"

"Ruben?"

"Mr Silva."

It was a bit of a mess, with your dad pushing past you to get to Ruben, greeting him like an old friend.And then there was Bernardo, looking a bit stressed to see you on the boat.

"What are you doing here?" He hissed.

"I'm..." You didn't get to finish your sentence until more voices emerged on the boat. This time it was your mother, Anita and Tomas.

"Where did you go Pãi?" Your mother said, breathless from climbing the stairs onto the top deck.

"I told you I spotted Bernie by the docks and look, it was him." Your dad said.

"What's going on and who's he?" Said Anita, pointing to Ruben.

The top deck of the boat was getting really crowded now, something that made your brother more and more anxious.

"Okay, everyone listen up!" He shouted. "I'm suppose to meet a friend for lunch in about five minutes, so can all of you please get off this boat, like now?"

"Friend? What friend?" Your family exchange confused looks.

"I thought you were having lunch with us?" You mother looked quite hurt by the betrayal.

"No, Mamãe. I told you and dad to meet me at the restaurant, after lunch."

"After lunch?" Your dad snorted. "I'm staying, I wanna have lunch on a boat."

"Then I'm staying too." Your mother said, locking arms with your father.

"Me too." Said Anita, which didn't give Tomas much of a choice.

"Alright, alright, alright!" Bernardo looked to want to pull out his hair. "You can all stay. But when my friend, who also happens to be the love of my life..."

"What!" Your family gasped in unison. Ruben however, turned his head for us not to see him chuckle.

Bernardo rolled his eyes. "When she gets here you all have to play along and say that this boat belongs to me and not Ruben's uncle."

"That's Ruben?" Your sister said, her eyes gazing him up and down. She then looked to you.

"Told you." You grimaced.

"Yes. That's Ruben. Ruben meet my family. My parents, two sisters and their boyfriend Tomas."

"Ex!" You hissed

"Right, right. My sisters boyfriend and my other sisters ex boyfriend. We're a fucked up family, I know. Either way. Five minutes guys. Mamãe, Anita, help me set the table. Y/N, help dad bring the food out and Ruben tell the captain to prepare to get this boat off shore."

It was bizarre, Bernardo bossing everyone around for the sake of sceaming some poor woman. But what didn't you do for your family?

Once his mystery woman arrived you were all off to an exclusive trip on Ruben's uncles luxurious yacht.

"I didn't know you had such a big family Bernie." Bernardo's woman said. Upon meeting her you took back the thought of her being poor in any kind of way, because this woman wore designer from top to bottom. Even her red toe nails were painted with Dior nailpolish. No wonder Bernardo felt the need to lie about his middle class upbringing.

"You okay? You look nauseous?"

The only good thing about this unscheduled boat trip is that you got to sit next to Ruben. He often leaned in to whisper funny comments about this whole situation. Somthing that made Anita but specially Tomas, throw irritating glances your way.

"I'm fine. It must be Bernardo and his lies that's got me feeling bubbly."

You thought that would make Ruben laugh, however he kept looking at you with a serious expression.

"Or you could be getting sea sick." He said. The way his eyes held yours made you blush.

"Pass the chicken, will you?"

Somone kicked your foot underneath the table. Anita. "Ouch." You wheezed. "Whachu do that for?"

"Pass me the salt, will you?"

She was too short to reach it and so you passed it to Tomas instead. For some reason he avoided your gaze, looking over your shoulder to where Ruben sat. Perhaps it was because his arm rested around your chair, making it  look like you two were a couple in front of Bernardo's woman She even made a comment about it.

"So cute. How long have you two been together?"

Perhaps Ruben had caught on the dirty looks thrown your way because he was more than happy to play along.

"Two years." He said, moving his arm to really rest around your shoulder. "I was planning on buying her a ring by the end of this month."

"What?" Your sister gasped.

"Honey?" Your mother said concerned, thinking you had been hiding things from her. Your dad however just found it very amusing. Apparently he knew Ruben and his family very well, something that felt really reassuring to you.

"Some more wine meu amor?" Bernardo said, afraid that his cover would be ruined if we all got to comfortable about things.

"No, wine. I wanna hear more about this not so unexpected proposal." His woman, which name was a Russian one that you couldn't quite pronounce, said. "I love weddings."

"Um...well." She really put you on the spot. Good thing Ruben was a better lier than you.

"We're crazy about each other. No point in beating around the bush. I want to merry her."

"But..." Anita cried, however, sudden movment underneath the table indicated that Bernado gave her leg a kick. To your amusement of course.

"A man that knows what he wants. I like it." The woman said.

"I know what I want." Bernardo said, raising his hand.

Once the conversation switched to dogs and golden beaches Ruben leaned in to whisper again. "You sure you're alright, you look really pale."

Maybe he was right. The air around you seemed to get a bit heated. And so both you ad Ruben excused yourself so that you could get to the leeward side of the ship, where the wind blew less. You leaned your body over the railing incase you'd throw up. Ruben however made sure to keep you steady I'm his arms, preventing you from falling over board.

"What's going on here?"

At one point Anita came looking for you. It wouldn't surprise you if she thought you and Ruben had snuck off to get a quicky in somewhere.

"I think she's sea sick." He said.

"Sea sick?" Your sister frowned but took over Ruben's position of holding you steady.

"I'll go talk to the captain, see if he can turn us back around." Ruben said, disappearing somewhere around the corner.

"You good?" Your sister said, patting your back.

"No." You said, spitting out the bad taste in your mouth.

"You know, if this is your plan to make Tomas jealous or something, it is not working."

"What?" You looked up from the railing and couldn't believe what you were hearing.

"Oh please, I see the way you try to flirt with Ruben in front of him. It's pathetic."

"I don't know what your talking about." You muttered.

"No? Either way he is so out of your leauge."

"Excuse me."

"Y/N?" Said Bernardo. If he, Ruben and the rest of your family hadn't come around deck, you might have thrown Anita to the sharks.

"You okay sis?" He said, finally dropping the rich kid act, to be the brother that you knew and loved.

"Do I look okay?" You sighed. The sea sickness was getting worser and worser with the wind that was picking up. Grey clouds roamed the skies, perhaps there was a storm coming?

"Ruben said that the captain wants us to dock at the next Island, stay there til the storm blows over."

"And when is that?" Anita said, folding her arms with the cold breeze.

"Could be later tonight. But Ruben guesses that it won't ware off until morning."

"Morning?" She frowned. "So we're staying overnight on this boat?"

"There is room for everybody." Ruben assured.

"Yay, a sleepover. I love sleep overs. " Bernardo's woman cheered. "Show me to our room baby."

Bernardo was more than happy to.

"But where are we sleeping?" Anita asked.

"What do you mean." Bernardo frowned. He spoke between clenched teeth. " Do I need to remind you about you position in this?" By position he meant his little lie. "Devide the rooms by couples. Pãi and Mamãe. You and Tomas and Y/N and Ruben."

"Y/N can't stay with Ruben." Anita frowned, behind her Tomas looked to want to utter the same thing.

Bernardo however was being torn by his womans eagerness to get to her room and his baggage of a family. "Of course she can, their about to be engaged." He winked and off he went with his girlfriend, leaving you in a very awkward position with your family.

"Mr Silva I...."

Your dad just shook his head when Ruben spoke, silencing him. "The walls are thin on this boat, rember that son."

"Yes, sir."

"Dad." You groaned. It couldn't get anymore disturbing.

"Pãi." Anita spoke up. "You can't seriously let her share rooms with this man. I mean she barely knows him."

"Nitty, your sister is sick, let her rest." He said, to everyone's surprise.

"Mamãe?" Anita turned to your mother, desperate for her to do something about this.

"Your father is right. Y/N needs to rest." She said.

"But...she's...and he's...

You felt a warm hand caress your back. It was Ruben, helping you up to get you inside. This day really took a turn for the worst, even for your family.

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— DRAGONS BANE, chapter three ʾ ⋆

CHAPTER THREE — remnants of a friend

glossary ; chapter one, chapter two, chapter three, chapter four, chapter five.

summary ; the royal family has presented a ball for the lords and lady’s of westeros under the guise of queen alicent and king viserys’s wedding anniversary. aemond is left with you and despite his best effort, he’s starting to take a liking to your presence.

pairing ; enemies-to-lovers!aemond targaryen x tyrell!reader

notes ; aemond is something i think about often!!! heavy dialogue bonding chapter before i RIP THE RUNG FROM UNDER YOU.

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“marriage agrees with you, helaena.”

from the table below the high table, you turn your head ever so slightly. your eyes fall upon the queen alicent and the princess helaena, an exchange that looks almost forced. helaena gives her a weak smile, one that doesn’t reach her eyes and spark the usual happiness she bore.

there’s a scoff from the other side of the table.

the interaction is enough to instill sadness within you. helaena, despite being the radiance she is, has been clouded ever since you had helped her dress for her wedding. she was like a shroud of dark rain clouds over a sweet summer field of flowers, and too much rain leads to dead flowers.

the festivities around you, the laughter and music that fills the air, does little to raise your spirits. you stare around with a grim look, lips pressed into a thin line as you play with your food in front of you. you exhale through your nose, reaching for the cup of wine next to your plate and taking a few, long sips. the content is smooth and velvety, enough to make the back of your throat tickle.

there’s some scuffling behind you from chairs being pulled from their position and soon, helaena and aegon descend the steps to the royal high table, hand in hand. the sea of dancing lords and ladies part, allowing them to enter safely and begin dancing with the crowd. helaena follows the steps to the dance perfectly and when her partner switches to another lord, it’s like an incandescent candle that flickers to life. she bears a large smile with rosy cheeks, bashfully talking to the lord who’d begun to dance with her.

you can’t help but beam, perhaps her true personality hasn’t been lost.

“why do you look so glum, little flower?”

once you realize the question was directed to you, you turn your head and your eyebrows shoot up at the presence of aemond. he’s standing there in fine clothes, black linen and leather clad against his body. from this stance, there’s some sort of regality that effortlessly flows about him, as if being a prince agreed with him.

your eyes flutter and you immediately swallow the thought, “no reason at all, my prince.”

the corner of his mouth twitches as he eyes you carefully. he lets out a little hum as if he was unsatisfied by your answer. his hand suddenly appears from behind his back and extends out towards you.

“dance with me.”

you look down at your plate, the food torn apart and obviously picked at. you fold your hands neatly in your lap before looking back up at aemond.

you shake your head, “i’m sorry, prince aemond, but i fear i have a sou–”

you don’t even finish your sentence before he interrupts you, “my queen mother insists.”

the lips of your mouth curl into an ‘o’ shape, a small noise of realization falling from them. you turn your head to glance at queen alicent, who smiles and raises her cup happily. you return your gaze to aemond and take his hand. his hand is warm and calloused in yours, with slender fingers curling to grasp your hand.

you allow him to lead you to the dance floor, where once again, the lords and ladies part for you. you assumed that was one of the perks of being royalty; the crowds would part at your mere presence. maybe that’s why aemond walked around with a self-righteousness that seemed to choke everyone around him. you can’t help the laugh that seems to come out your nose rather than your mouth.

aemond gives you a look but says nothing. you two part and stand in front of each other, the start of another song playing and cuing the beginning of the dance. aemond moves with light steps, one that makes his dance moves almost mystic and fluid. you assumed you had to thank ser criston cole for teaching aemond a thing or two about how calculated the steps to his dancing was.

dancing with aemond had drawn out interactions you had thought you imagined. with his large, warm hand splayed on the small of your back that lingered a little too long, an intense gaze that never seemed to leave your face, and the sighs that seemed to spew from his lips–perhaps these were just fragments of a chimera you’d wish to be true. maybe it was just annoyance and neglect.

“you look exquisite tonight, lady (y/n).” your name falls from his lips in a way it hasn’t before. your eyes flutter up at him, but you tut and shake your head.

“did your queen mother tell you to say that?” you ask, your brow quirking up as you stare questioningly at him.

despite the accusation, aemond smiles, “hm, she did not.” oh. surely his compliment wouldn’t be so far accompanied by an insult. perhaps he’d sneer ‘little ward’ at you or maybe reprimand you about westerosi customs.

“then is there some insult you’re going to spew at me?”

“do you think i’m vile?” aemond scoffs.

his question catches you off guard. your mouth remains parted as you two continue to dance. you twirl in his grasp and begin to gnaw on your lip. was he truly vile, or were you accustomed to this.. minute hatred he had for you? maybe you’d mistaken his annoyance for loathing.

your gaze returns to lock on to his, “i do, matter of fact.”

whether this sentence had hurt him or not, aemond had spun around as according to the dance the crowd was doing. aemond’s brows furrow and he feels himself become displeased with that answer. yes, he hadn’t been the most gracious of hosts, but it was hard to keep his emotions in check. he turns back around and returns to the front of you.

“aren’t parties the one thing girls love? how come you’re sour tonight?” his voice is like velvet to your ears and it scratches an itch in the back of your brain.

you roll your eyes once again, shaking your head in disbelief, “if you believe that, dear prince, then i’m afraid you know nothing about girls.” the dance has come to the point where you’re supposed to switch partners, but aemond’s hand never leaves yours. he sends a glare towards the lord that tries to take you.

“if you must know,” you say carefully after watching the interaction, “i fear for helaena.”

his eye returns to gaze upon you as you say this and there’s a small, upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “as do i. you’re not the only one looking out for her.”

almost as if on cue, both you and aemond glance to where helaena is. she’s off the dance floor and standing in between her grandsire and someone you’d assume was family on alicent hightower’s side. your nose scrunches and you look back at aemond. his arm settles on your back as he dips you, his muscles tensing at the newfound weight that you allow to settle onto him.

he picks you back up effortlessly and your arm snakes around his neck. the proximity is close–too close for comfort. you two are frozen in time, what seems like, eyes scanning over each others features as if it’s the last thing you’re going to see. with a small breath, you feel a small, warm breeze of air fan over your face. you notice that there’s tiny freckles dusted over his sun-kissed nose.

aemond inhales through his nose and almost sighs at scent of berries that wafts to his scent glands–that was the scent he had mistaken for helaena’s.

your eyes flutter and you inhale sharply, pulling away, “i’m glad to see that you have some sort of humanity within you, my prince.”

“aemond,” he corrects quickly, his hand dropping from yours then picking up your other hand as you two switch directions. “my name is aemond.”

you clear your throat, bowing at the waist when the song ends, “well, aemond, you’re a very fine dancer.”

aemond ignores the way his skin suddenly feels like it’s on fire when his name is spewed from your lips. it sounds like the start of a prayer, one that he unknowingly wants to finish. instead, he allows a smirk to twist the ends of his lip up, his eye radiating confidence. if he hadn’t been so hellbent on being this know it all, you would’ve fallen victim to the look he gave you. however, the next words that leave his mouth are enough to make you huff loudly and remember how much he annoyed you.

“i know.”

“do you ever say thank you?” you shoot back, slowly rising up from your bow. the prince blinks receptively, his eye never leaving you as he weighs the words in his mind before he decides to respond.

it’s only a few moments of shared silence before a soft, velvety answer dances out of his mouth, “thank you.”

it seems that aemond is not done pestering you for the night just yet, as his large hand slips into yours. he tugs you towards the edge of the crowd and it splits as quick as an axe to a chop of wood. you dip your head bashfully to the lords and lady’s who decide to stare. it’s only when aemond looks back that their gazes return to their partners and any trance of disturbance is gone.

you notice he’s led you to a dessert buffet table. before you, there’s an array of cakes–peach, lemon, apple, and many bits of chocolates and soft, chewy sugar rounded into small balls. your mouth begins to water.

“fancy a lemon cake?” he asks, a hand reaching out. his fingers curl around a small lemon cake and you watch him peel the caramelized lemon slice off the top, then placing it onto his tongue. he chews politely and doesn’t flinch at the sourness your sure has attacked his taste buds.

you make a face at him, “no thank you, aemond. i prefer peach cakes.” aemond notes that you call him by his name, again. it’s much better than ‘my prince’, he reckons. “lemon cakes have a certain sourness to it.. which is why i’m sure you enjoy it.”

the quip that falls from your lips almost escapes aemond. he turns his head, his brow furrowing and his lips pursing into a thin line. soon, his face melts into amusement.

“was that a joke, little flower?”

you stare back at him challengingly, sliding a piece of peach cake into your mouth. you chew on it thoughtfully and swallow before grinning ear to ear. he returns the smile, though his isn’t as grand or toothy as yours. you liked this aemond–the aemond who was lighthearted, quick to forgive, and most of all, kind. though in the back of your mind, you can’t help but feel as if this is some ploy.

soon the interaction passes and you carry the rest of the peach cake in a napkin on your hand. you break pieces off one by one, nibbling modestly onto the pleasantry while surveying the room. soon, you hear aemond hum in annoyance.

“have i ever told you how much i don’t like tyland lannister?” it’s almost as on cue that the lannister master of ships laughs, or rather giggles, very loudly. aemond almost winces at the sound.

you tut, “jason is far worse.”

aemond turns his good eye to you, “there’s two of them?”

it’s your turn to chuckle and you motion with your head to where jason lannister is sitting. he’s surrounded by girls, annoyingly, and wearing a smug grin as he’s no doubt telling them about how delicious the wine that’s brought from lannisport is. you crinkle your nose at the thought – they were both worse in their own ways.

“you’ve been at court all your life and you’ve never noticed?”

“it was a jest,” he responds, shifting on his feet so that his weight settled on one and his other stuck out. there’s another moment of silence between you two, yet this time it’s warm and inviting, less cold and awkward as the ones before. maybe you had been to harsh on aemond, perhaps he was just a boy who had grown up to fast and was catching up to the proclivities of life. you finish off your peach cake and hear, “i am glad that you are here, my lady.”

his body is angled more towards you now and is eye catches yours. it’s almost.. soft by the way the light sheens off the blue coloration. you suddenly shift your weight between your feet, taking a step back once you realize how hot it’s truly getting.

“helaena seems profound of you,” he continues. oh. you swallow and start to wring out your hands, fingers delicately toying with the jewelry that adorned your hands.

“careful aemond,” you hum, “you sound like you’re starting to enjoy my presence.”

his eye narrows and it’s like the softness you once saw has vanished, his usual, hardened stoic expression returning, “you’re alright, for a little ward.”

and just when he was dancing over the line of being on your good side, he had to pull that card.

you tut, roll your eyes, and abandoned him where he stood. you begin to walk aimlessly, eyes observing the gold plates, the armor the targaryen soldiers wore, the intricate detailing on the ladys’ dresses that you passed by, and the heat that started to rapidly come on. it all started to become too much so you abandon the great hall and make haste for a balcony.

the wind cuts your face like a whip at how cool it is. despite being summer, the days of winter were surely not too far ahead. you lean against the balcony, inhaling deeply and closing your eyes as you succumb to the intoxicating taste of distant rain and salt.

you notice the approach of footsteps and open your eyes. the serendipitous feeling of felicity you had felt quickly vanished like a violet waves of blackwater bay swallowing the rocks below the walls of king’s landing. you turn your head slightly and look to see who approaches out the corner of your eye. you hold back a groan.

“aemond targaryen, is it your destiny to annoy me to death?”

aemond chuckles. it’s short and sweet, the soft bass in his voice evident. he didn’t have the willpower to tell you that he had felt alone after you abandoned him, and that he thought an enemy, or whatever you were to him, was better company than none. though, he doesn’t want to see you gloat at his confession.

“i’m afraid it is,” he pauses to join you leaning against the balcony, “the seven visited me last night and pleaded me so.”

the sound of waves drowns your thoughts. you open your body to him, one arm dangling lazily on the shelf of the balcony wall while the other hugged your body. you watch him for a moment; the soft glow of the moon makes him seem more ghostly than in the great hall and yet it seems to compliment the sapphire colored iris in his eye. he turns his head to look at you and that’s when you realize you were staring.

you play it off by fluttering your eyes, inhaling deep, and tilting your head as if in contemplation. just there, you two stand staring at each other. it’s unwavering and quaint, all former softness, amusement, or challenge gone. just his blue eye watching your own, carefully.

it feels like you’re there for an eternity before you speak up, “i’m afraid the hour is late and i’m growing tired, aemond. good night.”

aemond mumbles a ‘good night’ back to you as well, turning his head forward and staring out into the landscape before him. he hums in thought as the sound of your footsteps slowly recede.

he notices the warmth that blossomed in his chest has extinguished.