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misguidedasgardian · 1 year

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The Winter Sun (21)

21. The dangerous Road

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Summary: War came at a heavy price

Pairing: Cregan Stark x Fem!Targaryen Reader

Warnings: Cursing, medieval and asoiaf customs, AGE GAP, Cregan is 12 years OLDER than reader), arranged marriage, death of a character, war and all that comes with it, mentions of pedicide (killing of a baby), threats of non-con, technically adultery, might miss some warnings

+18, MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 3 k

Notes: Like I said, the pace is picking hehe, and it will get dark for a couple of chapters. SO SORRY FOR THIS LOVES

“I bled once”, you whispered to the maester, “but the symptoms hadn't stopped, I thought to be with child”

“after the birth of a child it could be tricky”, he warned with a warm smile, “forgive me my lady but I must check you out”

It was an uncomfortable afternoon with the maester, but afterwards, you left his tower to search for Sara

The test that he had made you do was going to take time to… “develop”, so you had a couple of days before receiving any news

Sara, and you, had started a quick net of communication throughout the North, you had contact with White Harbor, with the Lady Mara, and the Lady Bolton from the Dreadfort, all the way up to the Bear Island, even down at Widow’s watch, you exchanged ravens regularly, you even created, with Cregan, the “Dragon watchers”, dragons were faster than ravens, but you had placed outposts with huge beacons of fire that were to be lit as soon as they see or hear them, so as soon as it is lit, the next one will light them also, creating a line of fire to be seen miles away in Winterfell

You were nervous, the people were nervous, you had yet to receive news of Cregan, but if you think about it more carefully, it could be dangerous for him to be writing where they are and where theta e going, letters can be easily intercepted, an the last months you realized people who believe a man should have priority to ascend the Iron Throne over a woman is bigger than you expected.

You could have Aegon royalists within Winterfell without even knowing

When you found Sara, you gasped

She was a mess, clutching to her own chest, heaving and crying by the window in her room

“Sara!”. you called for her name, running to her, hugging her, “what happened?”

“I don’t know!”, she managed to whine, “I saw something”

“What did you see? What happened? are you alright?”, you were so confused, she was distraught

She weeped in your arms, and you hugged her to comfort her, you directed her to sit on the bed, and you cuddled her. She eventually calmed, but she still shook with the sobs

“I don’t know what happened”, she whispered, “one minute I was here, and another…I was somewhere else”

“What do you mean?”, you asked her softly

“That somehow, I was somewhere else, I was something else”, you believed in magic, you believed in people who could dream about things that were going to happen, everyone in your family knew the tale of Daenys the dreamer and how her visions saved the Targaryens from The Doom. Once you were hiding from the boys with Helaena, and she couldn’t stop whispering about stars in the middle of the day, you didn’t listen and when the boys found you you ran from them, failing to see the edge of a wooden furniture and banging your head against it, you passed for several minutes in which you could see silvery stars under your eyelids

But this was something else

In the book Cregan had lent you, you had read about wildlings north of the wall that could take the body of animals and use them as their own… but it was only a tale, wasn’t it?

“I was in the skies”, she continued, “I was flying, I was big, I saw Dragonstone”

“Dragonstone?”, you asked

“I think it was, I- I had never seen it”, she explain, still catching her breath, “it was big and dark, seemed like it was built front he rock itself, and… had many dragons sculptures all over”, that was a fair description of the castle of your family

“What else did you see?”, you asked

“I took flight towards the west”, she said shakily, “over the seas until I could see a castle, surrounded by a powerful wall, and a small village, under the protection of another wall”, she said, she was with you, but her eyes were seeing something outside of the room, they were lost in her memories, “the castle was made of gray rock with reddened tiles in their towers”, you paled then, “a banner was hanging from the biggest one, two black wings over a white banner, in front of a checkered black and gray field”

“House Staunton”, you whispered, “a house front he crownlands, loyal to Rhaenyra”

“They were under siege, and I was going to help them, but then…”

“Sara…”, your heart was pounding in your chest

“Two huge beasts, Vhagar, and another golden dragon flew down upon me, jaws open, a breath of fire and I…”, her eyes filled with tears again and she wept in your arms, “I could smell the burnt flesh, and the reek of death!”, she weeped again, and you held her against you

“Shhh, it’s alright”, you whispered, “it is alright”

But it was not

You could feel it

And you were made certain the very next day

“See that he is bathed gently”, you said to the main maid that took care of RIckon, “Even though he likes the heat, just like a little dragon”you giggled, playing with his feet, “I would bathe him myself but I have a meeting with the master at arms”

“Yes My lady”, she said gently, you liked her, she was sweet and cared for RIckon as he was her own, she took him gently and accommodate him in her arms

“Who is this handsome boy that needs a bath?”, she cooed, “let’s take a bath and let mommy focus on her meeting”, she said as she walked away

You smiled as you saw her leave the rooms, but were called by a pup, Rickon’s pup as he barked at you playfully, moving her triangular tail

“Don’t believe you are free of a bath!”, you chided playfully, and he barked again but ran to hide from you with a whimper.

You giggled

They were really clever animals Direwolves

But as you were preparing to leave your rooms to your meeting, there was a knock on the door

“Yes?”, you asked cheerfully, as you were the Lady of Winterfell, and you needed to show yourself strong, but the face the maester had, it immediately told you something was wrong

Very wrong

“I have letter for you, My Lady”, he said, he sounded apologetic

“What is it?”, you whispered

“One if from Dragonstone, but the other… is it from Harrenhal, from Aemond Targaryen”

You palet

you received the two small scrolls, your hand already trembling, you didn’t know which one to open first, you decided, that the one from Dragonstone

It surprised you to see it was from Rhaena, you had never had a personal relationship with her, but still you read the few lines she wrote

And as you did you whimpered, bitter tears falling from your eyes

Rhaenys was dead

Her and Melys had been burnt by Aemond and Aegon in both their dragons

Just like Sara described

Rhaena goes on saying she wanted you to hear it from her, because she knew how dear you were to her grandmother and vice-versa

“No, no, no please”, you cried, clutching your chest, falling to your knees

“My Lady!”, the maester fell to the floor on his knees beside you, clutching you tightly, “Are alright?” he placed his hand on your forehead

“No!”, you whined, you let out a scream of pain as you felt your heart was ripped from your chest. Sara showed up, taking the place of the maester by your side, grabbing you tightly

“I will bring you a special tea, to calm your nerves”, he left the room

“She is gone, Aemond killed her”, you whined, grabbing into Sara, “my aunt is gone”

“I’m so sorry”, she whined, “I should have seen it sooner”

“It’s not your fault”, you whispered, your voice as broken as your spirit. You then looked at the other scroll that had fallen by your skirts, this had to mean something… something else…

You couldn’t resist, you couldn’t

You opened it

What you found there didn’t surprise you, there were threats, a warning, and a demand

You whined at the sight of his poisonous words

But now… you jumped from the grief, straight to the anger

It was him!

The source of all your pains, all your traumas, it was him, for taking your baby nephew, and now your dear aunt

It was him

And you were the only one who could stop him

Sara looked at you, petrified and scared of what she found in your eyes

“No”, she whispered, when you looked straight ahead, tears were no longer falling from your eyes, all it was there was fire, and bloodthirst, “whatever you think you need to do…”

“I have to”, you answered barely, standing from the floor, your hands made fists

“No! you need to stay here!”, she cried, “please!”

“I am the only one who can stop him, stop this”, she took the scroll from your hand and read it, and she whimpered

“Its a trap!”, she said

But you were already on your feet, grabbing your riding gear, the thickest pants you could find and the upper part to go with it

“Please! think of Cregan! of Rickon!”, she insisted

“Is for them I’m doing this”, you said, all emotion in your voice disappeared

“Please! they can fight him”, she insisted

“I can get close to him and kill him, I’m the only one who can”

“But at what price?”, she asked

“the debt is high already”, she whispered, “and it will only take me”

“please!”, you turned to look at Sara

“Tell Cregan I’m sorry”, you whined, tears falling down your cheeks again

“You tell him yourself!”, she insisted

“Take care of my son”, you cried, “please love him as your own”

“You will!”, she said, now desperate, “you will love him, and see him grow!”

“I did the best I could for the North, I’m sorry if it wasn't enough”, you cried

“It was! but is not over!”, she grabbed your arms, “please!”

“I’m the only one that can stop him”, you insisted, “I can kill him”, she knew there was no convincing you, she can see it in your eyes

“Please”

“No one else is going to die for me”, your voice again a flat line, “Cregan will be spared, and the crown will belong to Rhaenyra”

“But please let’s wait until we can reach Cregan”

“You know what his answer is going to be”, you said, but you realized Sara was not going to let you leave, so instead, you agreed to wait

Only to sneak out in the middle of the night, after telling the nannies to take RIckon for the night claiming you needed to be alone, they took him without question.

You couldn’t dare to see Rickon for one last time, if you did, you would second guess your decision and you couldn’t

This was more important than yourself

This was about the future of the seven Kingdoms and the future of your family and everyone you loved

This was bigger

Vhaelar was waiting for you outside the Winterfell gates, she roared into the night air but at this point you didn’t care if everyone listened, you will be in the air by the time they think they can do something to stop you

So you climbed on top of your dragon, Aemond’s words burning inside your brain

“I killed Rhaenys at Rook’s Rest, it wasn’t personal, but I know your husband is marching down with his army, you have three days to come to Harrenhal, if you do not, I will burn them alive, and then I will ride North and take you anyways. Spare the Starks, give yourself to me”

You had to answer his call

It was true, you can come to him willingly, you had a dragon, you could hide a blade in your undergarments, and after, you could slay him in his sleep or something, anything, but when he said it was the end of house Stark, it meant your baby as well, pedicide is not something you would put past Aemond. You knew he was capable and able to do it

For Rickon

For Cregan

And for Sara and the North

Yourself was a small price to pay

The night was long but you didn’t plan to stop as Vhaelar flew decisively under you

You believed you had until morning until Winterfell wakes up and sends a raven to Cregan, if you manage to fly over them it will be too late also

In the air, atop your dragon, nothing could stop you

Unless perhaps, another dragon

All night, all the way south, your mind was blank, there was only grief, pain, and rage.

You did not deemed yourself as vengeful person, and yet, you wanted it, desire it, you felt a fire growing within you, that wanted to burn everything in your path

You felt such heat within you you barely felt the still cold air that hit your face in the heights, and before you even knew it, the sun was shining in the horizon.

You felt no hunger, no tiredness, no nothing

Only the rage

It was Midday when you saw the unmistakable burnt towers of Harrenhal

Your dragon growled, like she was in pain, feeling your anger

You led her to descend upon the castle with a velocity that made your stomach drop, but you didn’t care about that, you cared about vengeance

But you were in a close distance, you felt the fire burning within you, one command and you could burn Harrenhal and the Green forces within them, Aemond probably was there, inside

“Dra-!”

As you were going to give the order, you were interrupted by a low growl. Vhagar appeared from nowhere, pushing your dragon and you in the air

Vhaelar whined as she struggled to keep in the air and you knew then and there, that against the monstrous Vhagar, you could do nothing. Even if your dragons was one of the largest

The Queen of dragons growled in greeting and you could feel Vhaelar’s nervousness as your own.

Or perhaps you were your own

Some people would say that you are more lamb than dragon, because of your mother’s house

But they were wrong

You were a dragon he awakened

You landed heavily by the gates, you could see the restlessness of the soldiers in you and your dragon’s presence. You abandoned the want to burn everything, against Vhagar you couldn’t win. you had to be smart about this, she had the upper hand, the surprise factor was ruined

“WHITE DRAGON!”, they chanted all over the walls, but you didn’t attacked them

Perhaps that is what you should do.

Burn them all

But the retaliation from King’s landing and the Greens could be worse

Aemond appeared by your side, he did not hide his smile, his happiness of seeing you there.

Bold, you assumed, as you were near your dragon, you could burn him, here and now

The temptation was great

“You came”, he greeted, “good girl”

“I came to the call of your insanity”, you growled, he came to you, quick on his feet, you took a step backwards, still he grabbed you by the back of your neck

Vhaelar growled, dangerously, but VHagr was there, right by her side, she grabbed your dragon by the neck, furiously, dangerously

“NO!”, you screamed

Vhaelar whined in agony, and Vhagar released her, it was only a warning, but her black blood flowed profusely from the injury in her neck

“NO!”, you wanted to go to her, but Aemond held on to you tight

“If you don’t want me to finish her off, you will come with me”, he had to drag you towards the castle, as you could hear her whines of agony as her pain as if was your own

He dragged you through the halls, the stench of dead was clinging into you by every forceful step, and you whined under Aemond’s brutal hold

He threw you into a room. It held no windows, no nothing, but it was furnished with the very best he could find in his proximity, you realized. A luxurious big bed, with small tales on each side, many candles all over the room to light it up since it had no windows, and a table with chairs on one corners, tapestries on the floor and hanging from the walls to give it a more comfortable feel to it, but it didn’t hide what it was, it was a prison, only made for you

“A room for a princess”, he said mockingly, closing the door behind him, “you will stay here”

“I did as you asked”, you said, trying to regain control, “I came, I did as you said, promise me you will kill no one else”, you whined, “please”, he only smirked

“I promise I will no seek the death of anyone else”, he pleaded with a hand on his chest and another raised, but all seemed like a mockery, “I only wanted you, it is good that you finally saw this”

“I don’t understand”, you whined, “why me? after everything”

“That is not for you to know, now put on the dress I selected for you”, he said, taking your shoulders and directing you to look upon the bed, where a very revealing dark green dress was waiting for you. “You are to please me, since you are married, since you didn’t want to marry me, you will be nothing else, but my whore”

A single tear fell down your cheek as you contemplated what you willingly let your life turn into.

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writingoddess1125 · 11 months

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Birthday Gifts

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x FemReader +OOC

THIS IS A BitterSweet ONE

Previous Triplet Series <<<

⚠️WARNING:⚠️ Saddness, Spoilers, Character Death, Depression, PTSD, Child Birth.

I AM WARNING YOU! THIS IS BITTERSWEET AND IF YOU DONT WANT MW3 SPOILERS LEAVE!

Also if you complain about the Bday I found 3 different birthdays and just picked one- No judging.

You knew this mission would be a hard one for Simon, Leaving you for 3 months to do a final mission before taking his leave to be with you.

"I'll be back- I promise" He had whispered to you, before leaving. It was hard, you were fortunate you were still in the early stages of your pregnancy but it didn't make it easy. Comforting yourself during morning sickness, the ache that seemed to settle over your bones. You counted down the days for your husband's return, as your body swelled with your children.

"Simon?..." You whisper softly, he looked so... beat down in his poster. His hoodie drawn up over his hair and still in a face mask. Something was wrong- You could tell immediately by his body language and how drawn away he was from you-

However it was worth it- You knew he would be back.. He had to.

When you got the message from Price that they would be landing on base in a few hours, you jumped in joy. Getting a nice dinner set and dressing up nicely as you rushed to go pick up your husband. Getting in the old truck which Simon planned to trade in for something new you speed to the close by Marine Base to pick up your husband.

With a quick flash of your badge you waited in the parking lot, scrolling through your phone ready to show off different things you wanted to get the babies.

Hearing the passenger door open you beam ready to kiss and cuddle over your husband but pause. His movements were slow as he sat in the seat not even looking in your direction.

"...Johnny is Gone... we scattered his ashes" He said simply- and your heart shattered for him, understanding immediately what was wrong. Silence after that as you took Simon's hand in your own free one before starting the car and driving the two of you home in silence.

"Baby?" You say softly, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment before he gaze a uneasy sigh.

You had to pick up the peices that night, and the night after and for the next few days... Simon feeling guilt in his heart and regret- Swearing he could have done more, he could have saved him if only... crying in your arms and holding you close as he battled demons in himself.

You knew Simon had delt with the loss of comrades before but never like this.. He set so many regrets on his shoulders, mainly for not being enough.

It took time, but he did reveal why this hit him harder then before- Admitting his final conversation with the Sargent was about his birthday and wanting to knkw Simons. Simon dismissing him of course but Soap begging of course which made the man relent and tell him- Soap snagging his phone to save his birthday so his Lieutenant didn't forget it- It had been a conversation that had warmed his heart secretly making him feel like he was a child again and having made a friend in school.

Only for it to be ripped away days later..

While Simon kept up his normal kindness towards you, you saw the fence he had put back up in his emotions from you. You understood it would take time and eventually come down once again- It took a month for Simon to place his unease away for you, Which you didn't mind since it had been your turn to be a rock for him.

Now hitting your 32 week mark you got Simon back fully- him helping you out in terms of movements as he opened up slowly to you.

And in truth you needed it-

You were HUGE at this point. It was hard to move and the pain was increasing by the day.

Tonight was no exception either, You had been trying to get some rest for the past few hours but couldnt- It was only 11pm and Simon was asleep next to you, lucky bastard- There was pressure on your pelvis and you couldn't move, it having been 3 weeks too long since you could shift your own weight while lying down. Sighing you gently tap Simon away, His eyes opening immediately with instant clearness as he stared at you.

"Im sorry- I just.. I have to pee..and i havent been able to get up in 10 minutes" You said softly, Simon nodding without laughing which you were greatful for as he helped you up and began to help you waddle to the bathroom.

Mid step a gush of liquid rushed down you legs and you almost sobbed right there- Both you and Simon looking at each other and sighing.

"That wasn't pee was it?" He asked, almost hoping it was pee- sadly you shook your head no. Simon nodded and helped you to the toilet before going to get the newly purchased SUV set up. Loading up the bags and three carseats for you as you did your business changed and went to meet him to start the grand adventure to the hospital-

The next few hours were a joy- if hell was a playground.

They were getting you prepped for your C-section and so you'd sat there with Simon waiting as the cramps were eating you alive. You were way too early and they had planned to have your surgery in a few weeks, this however was a awful surprise.

You were leaned against Simon, they had warned him you'd be uncomforble for a while as the drugs worked through your system and they prepped you for surgery.

The doctors rushed in quickly, looking over your charts and the machines tooled up to you.

"We are getting you into surgery now- It seems like the labor was brought on due to your triplets being under high stress and your blood pressure has risen greatly" The doctor said as calmly and carefully as possible- Which did not make you feel calm at all! Simon clearly the same way as in a flash they carted you off. Your eyes as wide as saucers as you were lead into surgery- what could only be described as a tent being placed over your abdomen as they added more drugs to your IV making you feel dizzy.

"How are you holding up?" Simon asked, dressed in the hospital covers that he had rushed on by instruction of the nurses and holding your hand tightly as you stared at him loopy-

"I'm scared-" You whispered, Simon nodding at this in understanding as he kissed your hand. The doctors that surrounded your lower body and proceeded with the surgery, Simon felt his anxiety raise as the familiar scent of copper filled the air but he couldn't see anything. Holding your hand tightly as you both patiently waited-

"Alright, We have the first Baby" The doctor announced, there was a pause for a second before a shrill scream filled the air, a nurse walking around quickly to place the baby in the glass bassinet and began to clean her off. You and Simon watching in total awe at the screaming girl-

"Second on the way" The doctor said quickly, before a second scream happened. Tears running down your cheeks as the second nurse went to clean the baby out as well.

"They are beautiful" Simon mumbled softly as you softly cried, still loopy from the drugs but unable to tear your eyes away from the two screaming bodies.

"First girl is 2.1kg (4lb 11oz) and 40.5 cm (16in), Second Girl 2kg on the dot and 38 cm (15in)" The nurse called out.

2 Minutes after the stroke of midnight a the final baby was lifted from you. Clearly this one begins a bit of a struggle as it wasnt annouced but the cord was wrapped around them-

"Its a boy!" The doctor called out, but his body limp and pale. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you saw the doctors quickly turn away and begin to try and get air in the babies lungs.

Simon was sitting there pale and eyes glossed over, it was like when he first got home after Soap died like he could only see his death and nothing more. His hand holding yours in a iron grip as he didn't move an inch-

The loud cry Seeming to break the spell that hung over the room as the boy was quickly rushed into a bassinet to begin his check over and treatment. Simon taking a breath again as he looked at you, his eyes beginning to return to some way of normal it seemed as he reached a shaking hand over to clear the tears from your cheeks.

"For the boy, 1.8kg (4lb 1oz) and 38cm (15 in)" The nurse called out, The bassinet being brought to your side as you saw your three squirming babies scream out at the world. You sobbing silently and watch in awe, Simon kissing your cheek as he couldn't tear his eyes away either.

"We are going to stitch you up and send you to recovery, Dad wanna come with us?" The nurse asked, Simon looking at you and you nodded- already feeling the narcotics pulling you into a forced sleep.

"Okay.."

The next hour was truthfully a blur for both of you. The babies being carted in and out, you bring pumped up with more drugs and Simon in a daze that in one day he was a father to three children..

The nurses asking him questions and lead him away from you to the nursery area were he could hold his kids while you rested. Having him scrubbed down and in cleans as he was seated in the clean room to hold each of his children, Holding both girls as he marveled at them- they looked so much like you.. A perfect mix between the two and in his eyes the most beautiful girls in the world.

"What about feedin's?" Simon asked his exhaustion making his accent stronger, especially after noting the lack of baby bottles. The nurse giving a sympathetic smile to the new father.

"They are on a feeding tubes" She said softly and pointed to the machine one of many attached to the tiny newborns.

Simon sat there, holding the little boy finally. Sadness in his eyes as he stared at the tiny Lad, smaller then his sisters and having barely survived the hard birth as the nurses told him, the tiny tube that was taped on his face didnt help Simons thoughts either.

The girls were asleep in the glass bassinet on the other side of him, He sat there holding the boy who had just been laid in his arms and sighing softly... the flashes of his own father going through his mind as doubt ate at his soul, Tommy as well- How he would be as a father.. what it truly ment to be one.

Jumping from his thoughts his phone started to buzz, not wanting to wake the babies he pulled it out quickly and silenced it- Seeing it was a reminder for something... His eyes widening at the text.

'November 12th 01:07am 🧼 Birthday'

"Son of a Bitch" Simon said with a sad laugh, shaking his head as he remembered his comrade and the request of a birthday gift from the Lieutenant.

"Couldnt let me forget could you?.." Simon said softly, tears welling in his eyes as he stared back at his little boy and held him closer. "Happy Birthday to you then..."

♡ Hazel Grace Riley - November 11th 11:56pm

♡ Rose Ann Riley - November 11th 11:59pm

♡ John 'Johnny' Scott Riley - November 12th 12:01am

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shuttershocky · 4 months

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Penny for your thoughts about this thread? Just wanna hear some more opinions from people who work in the industry.

I don't want to fucking talk about pricing and monetization and markets and how F2P live service titles have warped the industry beyond recognition anymore.

The insights look good (of course they look good, this guy literally worked with Square Enix) I just can't fucking take it anymore I know what he says before I even finish reading the tweets and it's reminding me of how I started getting into learning game development in 2010-2011? (I don't remember anymore it's been that long) and EVERY SINGLE TALK AND MEETUP AND LECTURE WAS ABOUT MONETIZATION (to be fair, my local industry was a small one that could only really support mobile back then)

I watched all of this happen. I saw how the mobile industry's designs slowly bled out of mobile and into the AAA industry, warping it forever. I was in college when I first learned what minnows, dolphins, and whales were and why your games ought to be fishing for whales. I watched Team Fortress 2 go from a premium game you got all the content at the start to introducing lootboxes (they popularized that shit outside the gacha sphere btw, people blame Overwatch, but TF2 started that trend) to going F2P. I've been an active Dota player since 2012, meaning I was there when the concept of Battlepasses were first birthed into the world during 2013's The International 3 and which made other companies realize live service titles could gain yet another psychological hold on people to add on to World of Warcraft's skinner boxes.

"We are seeing standard singleplayer games no longer able to gain new audiences as they are crowded out by increasingly growing live service titles like Fortnite" "Why would someone spend 60 dollars to play FF16 for 100 hours when they could continue playing Fortnite and Minecraft and Roblox for free where all their friends are"

I have seen all of this before I remember when Overwatch first came out in 2016 a peculiar statistic was that almost every popular title at the time saw their playerbase drop as everyone moved to Overwatch, EXCEPT for Dota 2's because of how hard Valve had captured their audience to the point where they would not play other games. Of fucking course everyone else learned that was actually an incredibly efficient way to make money forever and they should do that too (except Dota was free and had all characters and all game mdoes unlocked for free, but these other games would now ask you for 60 dollars to play as 4 guys with a 100 hr grind for the rest)

I might feel a little unhinged right now because I have worked for two weekends straight and it's a Sunday night (EDIT - put it in drafts and it is now Monday and I am at work) and I'm still at work working on video games and tomorrow will be Monday and another work week working on video games where if we don't sell our upcoming titles my job is toast but fuuuuuuccckkk dude I just wanted to help make things that people would find fun

Capitalism and corporate greed (but I repeat myself) has twisted an industry that was already shitty in the 90s to be something hideous and completely hostile to the idea of creatives being able to make games that are meant to be played, finished, and remembered fondly and even wholly single player one and done experiences like Insomniac's Spider-Man games need to fill themselves up with checklists or else their audience will claim they got ripped off because the time they spent on it was simply not worth the money which STILL happened with Spider-Man 2 anyway

I'm not against live service games as a concept I love seeing a title like Dota get constant support since 2011 (or 2003ish if you want to count the original WC3 mod) and witness it grow and evolve with the times but I hate how it's become increasingly difficult for other games to exist.

I don't actually have a point to make here I'm just rambling. FF7Rebirth was fucking great though (and I hated FF7Remake as a game) so I hope it actually makes its sales target eventually so it doesn't scare Square into adding even more bullshit filler or worse into the 3rd game. I need to play Vincent Valentine with Rebirth's combat system. it's not a want, but a need. A thirst even.

#Locking reblogs because every time I make one of these posts it leaves containment and i get gamers who don't know what theyre talking about

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mysticstarlightduck · 2 months

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Villain Sneak Peek (Supernova Initiative) - The Director

Oh, I had been waiting for this one! So, without further ado, meet one of the main antagonists of Supernova Initiative, the head of the Junction's science department, a renowned politician and incredibly sadistic bioengineer, The Director.

☆・・Aesthetic/Moodboard ・・☆

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☆ ・・About/General Info ・・☆

An egotistical, sadistic, and cold-hearted scientist, The Director, otherwise known as Dr. Darius Merrik, is the celebrated head of the Junction's science and bioengineering department but also is one of the most important figureheads of the galactic government and a billionaire beloved by the media and the public. However, behind that philantrophic facade, lies a cruel, brutal man willing to go to inhuman lengths to get what he wants in the name of progress, and who does indeed love a good challenge, even if said challenge means playing a game of cat-and-mouse with the unlucky young intergalactic thief that got caught in his web.

☆・・More Info ・・☆

Pronouns - He/Him

Age - 56

Current Role - Antagonist, one of the Main Villains

Appearance - Darius is a tall, imposing man who is disturbingly strong for someone who spends most of his days closed off in his secret lab. He has short to medium-length grey-white hair and sharp blue eyes, as well as an often feline-like smirk that Jack is viscerally terrified/disturbed by. He wears stylish yet practical clothes, often opting for an impeccable, stark white suit over a coal-black turtle neck shirt, with white pants, and white shoes.

Picrew

Personality Types -

✶ Enneagram: 3w4

✶ MBTI: INTJ

Occupation: Billionaire, Politician, Scientist, Head of the Junction's Science Department, Torturer (secretly)

Species & Place of Birth: Human; Station Nexus

Sexuality: Unknown, but likely (from what little information is known about the 'real him') straight or bisexual.

☆・・Extras・・☆

✶ Character Playlist (A full Character Playlist is still To Be Made)

Birth To My Creation - Frankenstein, The Musical

Within the flesh a force resides If it could only be controlled If sleeping sparks could somehow be revived Think of the awe-inspiring power we would hold [...] I could spare the world the anguish Of loved ones taken in their prime The glory of a brave new world Will someday soon be mine [...] My endless days of study and toil Are finally near fruition The world will be forever changed By history's physician

The King of Villains/When I Said I Was Evil - Voltaire

When I said I was evil What did you think that meant? Didn't mean that I was naughty Or haughty Or slightly irreverent; When I said I was evil What did you think that implied? That I'm careless with the truth? How uncouth Dear God, did you think I lied?! [...] When you're truly evil It's so much fun It's kind of like a game Where some get maimed While you look out for number one

Confrontation - Les Miserables

You must think me mad I've hunted you across the years Men like you can never change A man such as you Men like me can never change My duty's to the law, you have no rights Now the wheel has turned around [...] Dare you talk to me of crime And the price you had to pay Every man is born in sin

A Story Told - Count Of Monte Cristo (Musical)

There are ends we've all got That can justify the means We negotiate Then fabricate the facts behind the scenes Keeping all the details vague And secrets hidden Safe on the balanced sheet of those you trust Because, history is a story told by the winners of the fightYou imply a little Lie a little [...] So we all are agreed Let's be vigilant and wise We must all pretend our naive friend was caught in his own lies [...] What if the cost is just one young man so three more can survive? He's a price we have to pay To live and fight another day for love and glory He was standing in the way of precious justice set on sail So goes the story

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#wip supernova initiative #oc: the director #oc: darius merrik

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Max Hightower, a senior at Sherman High School in North Texas, always loved theater. He sang in his school’s chorus and was in school plays but had never landed a speaking part.

Then, two weeks ago, he was cast as Ali Hakim, a leading role in the Rodgers and Hammerstein musical “Oklahoma,” after another student was cut from the roster.

“It was just overwhelming,” the 17-year-old told HuffPost. “I was so excited. I ran and told all my friends.”

But that joy was short-lived. Max was called into the principal’s office on Friday, where he says he was told about a “new policy” stating that students could only be cast in roles that aligned with the sex they were assigned at birth.

Max, a transgender boy, would no longer be able to play the male part of Hakim. Local outlet KXII first reported that Max had been removed from his role.

When Max left the principal’s office, he saw a line of other students who had been cast in the musical and were waiting to get the same disappointing news.

“We just had this giant cry sesh outside of the choir room,” Max said.

Sherman High students and parents who spoke to HuffPost said that about a dozen students ― transgender, nonbinary and cisgender alike ― were cut from the show because their sex assigned at birth did not match the sex or gender presentation of the roles in which they were cast. Three parents said their cisgender daughters who had been cast in male roles or wore masculine clothing for their roles were cut from the show due to the school’s new rules.

Meghan Cone, the communications director for the Sherman Independent School District, told HuffPost that there isn’t a blanket policy on how students will be cast for future performances and that she was “unable to address the number of students impacted.”

“As it relates to this particular production, the sex of the role as identified in the script will be used when casting. Because the nature and subject matter of productions vary, the District is not inclined to apply this criteria to all future productions,” Cone wrote in a statement.

Like most plays, “Oklahoma!” does not note that sex should factor in casting.

The school’s performance of “Oklahoma!” has been postponed until early 2024 because the district learned about “mature adult themes, profane language, and sexual content” in the show, Cone said, adding that the district is working to produce a version that is “appropriate for the high school stage.” The musical revolves around two fiery love triangles against the backdrop of Oklahoma’s journey to statehood, but Sherman families said the school has put on the musical in the past without any issues.

“It’s very clear to us and all the other parents and families that this isn’t an issue about ‘Oklahoma!’ itself or the content of the show,” Kayla Brooks, who said her daughter lost her part, told HuffPost. Her daughter had been cast as a male ensemble character in August.

“This is an issue about a trans kid who got cast as one of the lead roles,” Brooks said.

CJ Price, a senior at Sherman High who was also removed from her part, said that she and some of her cisgender female cast mates were told they could no longer participate because they preferred to dress as cowboys instead of wearing dresses.

Students said they were told that they would be recast in new roles that align with the school’s casting rules.

Cone said she did not know why some cisgender female students were cut for playing male roles or wearing typically masculine clothing but that the “sex of the role as identified in the script” would be used when recasting. “No recasting has occurred at this time,” she said.

Max’s dad, Phillip Hightower, said the school had been fairly supportive of his son’s transition — Max had, for example, worn slacks and a black tie when performing in concerts — and that he was “so taken aback” when he received a separate call from the principal informing him of the school’s decision to remove his son from the role.

Some parents told HuffPost that they suspect a community member complained to the school district after Max was cast as a lead, and they said they plan to raise the issue at the school board meeting next week.

“I am really disappointed that the school district didn’t take the opportunity to educate the concerned person about gender-blind casting and the history of theater,” said Betty Price, CJ’s mom. “But instead of doing that, they had a knee-jerk reaction and decided to make a policy change that has now forever ruined the history of theater at Sherman High School.”

Christina Shelton, the mother of an another transgender student, said she’s waiting to find out if a production her child is involved with will be similarly affected. Shelton’s child is in the school’s University Interscholastic League theater program, a statewide organization that brings schools together in competition.

“Is this politically motivated? Is this religiously motivated? What are you supposed to tell your kids?” Shelton told HuffPost. “It’s just not a friendly place for LGBTQ students.”

Phillip Hightower said he has been closely following how far-right forces have taken over a school district in Grapevine, just an hour south of Sherman, over the last year — including accusing a top-rated queer teacher of “grooming” students.

“That is the atmosphere we’re living in. I feel like the same thing could happen here,” he said, noting that he thinks his district has adopted more extreme and explicitly Christian policies recently.

Texas’ Republican-controlled legislature has introduced more than 140 anti-LGBTQ+ bills this year, according to Johnathan Gooch, the communications director at Equality Texas. Seven such bills have passed, he said, and have caused significant harm to trans and queer kids, including restricting access to gender-affirming care.

“I think it’s important to state blatantly it is illegal to discriminate against anyone based on their sexual orientation or gender identity under federal civil rights law, specifically Title IX,” Gooch told HuffPost.

Title IX is a civil rights law that bars sex-based discrimination, which includes protections for transgender students in any school or educational program that receives federal funding.

“It’s a difficult time to be queer in Texas, and schools need to be safe havens for these kids. It’s important that our schools affirm young trans kids, support them, encourage them in the arts and in their school work,” Gooch said. “These policies are just piling on, creating toxic climates that only further harm young people in the state.”

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Imagine…. Similar situation to broodmare, except for different reasons and in different situations

Scenario one:

Aegon discovers a new maid in the keep when he’s young. A pretty thing. Pale hair. Perhaps she’s a dragonseed, or of Lyseni origin. But that doesn’t matter as much when he’s bent her over. She didn’t expect him to do anything of the like. He’s the young prince and she’s a maid. But he rubs that face in her face. That she can’t say no to him. So she has to behave and take it until he’s satisfied.

He truly does enjoy himself. Squeezing her body and watching as his cock moves in and out of her cunt. Teasing her about it. Covers her mouth as he presses deep inside to finish. Yes he’s to marry Helaena soon, but is it wrong that he’s enjoying this? Besides, Helaena is his younger sister.

He “visits” this poor maid often. Or calls on her. Always taking what he wants and only pulling out when he’s satisfied. Often times just resting his head on her chest and staying inside. There’s no way he can sneak out and see any whores. Besides, for a maid, he finds her body very pleasing. Tells her she must be descended from whores, the way her cunt grips him. Those words make her whimper in shame.

And of course, unfortunately her belly soon swells. Swells and goes unnoticed too long for Alicent to do anything. Other than lecture him. He is newly married! He should have a child with his wife! Not take liberties with a maid! However Alicent is exhausted. And frustrated.

And in all this, she pities her daughter. Much too young to be with child in her opinion so… Alicent decides something else. The child will be passed off as Helaena’s. The maid serving as their wet nurse. Aegon must be the picture of duty. But… in some way it’s a blessing in disguise. The nurse is pale haired. She can birth pale haired babes. And Helaena will be spared from the bothers of childbirth and instead get to enjoy only the pleasant parts of mothering. While never having to know whatever sexual depravities Aegon has.

So in a way…. Alicent offers up the maid’s body in exchange for her daughters. While Helaena is at peace, watching her twin toddlers play happily, Aegon is once again buried deep inside the “nurse.” All his frustrations and stress, taken out onto her cunt. And then released as he finishes in her yet again. Resting on her chest for comfort. Already he’s sure his actions have put a third in her. Perhaps “marriage” and “duty” aren’t as much of a trap as he thought

Tell me how you feel about other Broodmare inspired scenarios…. And what characters would be fun for this. I’m wondering about the Lannisters…. maybe Boltons. And what would we think of the mad King Aerys….

Omg! I adore this, and I really need the ones you suggested..imagine King Aerys !!!

The idea of Alicent being in favour and protecting her daughter and the poor maid is the price for this. Aegon does not care in the slightest.

Her ample, milk filled breasts taunt him so much as he stares when she comes into the room. His cock twitching as she fights to be professional even with his seed running down her legs.

#broodmare of a golden king

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xxsquideyesxx · 1 year

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The pain of love - Aemond Targaryen x Fem!reader (oc)

characters: Aemond targaryenxOc, past!Aemond Targaryenx Alys River, Future!HelaenaTargaryen xAemondTargaryen, Visenya Targaryen, Oc!Targaryen

Warnings: cheating, sad story with a hopeful ending, this is really angsty. Also I want you to know that HelaenaxAemond is for Helaena's safety, but Aemond never slept with her or anything, he just wanted her as a sister, it was more a way to keep his sister alive since the greens were losing. Visenya lives and is queen which means all of Rhaenyra and Daemon's children as lo Strong died in the war. After what Aemond did, he practically lived in selibate.The only living greens left were Helaena and her children who gave up their claim to the throne, and Aemond who became black. Lucerys died at the hands of Aegon II because I want it to be so.

Note:This is the first time I write about The Dragon House, so I'm sorry if there are any mistakes or errors. I hope you like it and if you want me to keep writing about this fandom or tag me in my next ones please share and give it a heart. It would help me to reblog and comment thank you! English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes.

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In the dark days of the Kingdom of the Seven Kingdoms, when the shadow of the dragon loomed over the land, Prince Aemond Targaryen was in his prime. A brave and reckless knight, with silver hair and purple eyes, Aemond was a man whose destiny was intertwined with fire and honor.

Prince Aemond was married to the beautiful Lady Miriam, a lady of noble birth. With her golden hair and porcelain skin, she radiated incomparable sweetness and grace. However, although Aemond had pledged eternal fidelity to his wife, human passions are a wild torrent that sometimes sweep away even the strongest.

On a cold and dreary night, Aemond encountered the witch Alys Rivers, whose black hair and dark eyes reflected her unsettling power. Alys had a gift for mysteries and the forbidden arts. Her enigmatic figure attracted the prince like an irresistible magnet.

"Prince Aemond, you have awakened my darkest desires," Alys whispered with a captivating smile. "I know you have sworn allegiance to Lady Miriam, but love can be a dangerous maze."

Aemond, in his pride and weakness, fell to Alys' temptation. Together, they indulged in a forbidden passion and their secret encounters multiplied. But, like flames burning in fire, deception can never be hidden for long.

Time passed and Aemond began to realize the darkness that surrounded him. His love for Miriam had faded into the shadows of betrayal, and guilt weighed on his soul like a crown of thorns.

One day, when Aemond finally decided to end his infidelity and confess his sins to his wife, tragedy struck mercilessly. Lady Miriam gave birth to her son, but her life faded away along with the last breath of life she gave to her child.

Agony filled Aemond's heart as he held his son in his arms, a child destined to grow up without his mother's sweet guidance. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he cried out to heaven, begging for a second chance to make amends for his mistakes.

"Forgive me, Miriam. My greed and selfishness have torn us from your arms," Aemond whispered, his voice cracking with regret. "I swear by the gods old and new that I will protect our son and raise him with love and honor."

The death of Lady Miriam was the bitter price Aemond paid for his selfish acts. But from that day on, the prince redeemed himself and became a dedicated father and an exemplary knight.

Years later, Aemond and Miriam's son, Prince Rhaegon, grew up under his father's care and love. Aemond taught him the values of loyalty, sacrifice and righteousness. Together, father and son became a unifying force, restoring hope to a kingdom that had been devastated by treachery and war.

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Prince Aemond Targaryen learned that true love is not just a fleeting feeling, but an unwavering commitment. Though he had fallen into the clutches of temptation, he found redemption and built a legacy based on truth and loyalty. Aemond would never forget the price he paid for his deception, but his pain became an eternal flame that drove him to be a better man and an exemplary father.

The days after Lady Miriam's tragic death were somber and filled with grief for Prince Aemond Targaryen. Grief and remorse coiled in his heart, while the flames of guilt consumed his dreams each night. On one particular night, Aemond was plunged into a deep and vivid sleep, where he was transported to an ethereal and mystical realm. There, in a landscape bathed in a heavenly light, he found lady Miriam, radiant and wrapped in a soft white robe.

"I know the truth, Aemond," whispered lady Miriam, her voice echoing in the air like a sweet and distant melody. "I know of your treacherous acts, but I also know of your sincere repentance."

Tears welled up in the prince's eyes as he knelt before her. "My beloved Miriam, my heart is full of remorse and pain. I can never forgive myself for the harm I have caused you."

Miriam's smile was compassionate and full of love. "Aemond, although my life was taken from me too soon, the time we shared together was filled with happiness and joy. The love I felt for you transcends even death."

Aemond looked up, his eyes red and swollen from crying, searching for answers. "Do you forgive me, Miriam, despite all I have done?"

An aura of peace and forgiveness surrounded Miriam as she extended her hand toward him. "My dear husband, life is a road full of mistakes and learning. We all make mistakes and what matters is how we pick ourselves up and redeem ourselves. I forgive you, Aemond. Allow me to carry that weight of your actions and leave in peace."

Miriam's words resonated deep within Aemond's being, filling him with a mixture of gratitude and sadness. He took Miriam's hand, feeling its soft, comforting warmth.

"I promise you, Miriam, that I will dedicate the rest of my life to honoring your memory and raising our son with love and righteousness," Aemond whispered with determination.

Miriam nodded with a smile filled with pride and tenderness. "I know you will keep that promise, Aemond. The future of our house depends on you."

The dream slowly began to fade, and Aemond clung desperately to the image of Lady Miriam. He knew he had to face reality and assume his new role as father and leader.

Upon awakening, Aemond found himself with a new sense of purpose. He remembered Miriam's words in his dream and found comfort in her forgiveness. He vowed to honor her every day of his life and become the man she always knew he could be.

From that day forward, Prince Aemond Targaryen carried Miriam's memory with him every step he took. With a heart full of love and gratitude, he vowed to be a beacon of hope and righteousness in a kingdom ravaged by darkness.

As the years passed, Prince Rhaegon Targaryen, son of Aemond, grew into a brave and handsome knight. His heart, however, belonged to Princess Visenya, daughter of his uncle Daemon Targaryen and his sister Rhaenyra Targaryen. From the moment they met, the spark of love ignited between them, like a fire burning unchecked.

Aemond watched intently the blossoming of love between his son and Visenya. He saw in Rhaegon's eyes the same passion and devotion he had felt for Lady Miriam. His heart was filled with joy and at the same time with concern, for he knew all too well the complications that could arise from a love entangled in the tangle of his family's history.

When Rhaegon decided to court Visenya, Aemond offered his advice and support. He knew that his son was brave and wise, capable of making decisions that would lead to a prosperous future for both of them. Thus, Rhaegon and Visenya met secretly, under the blanket of the starry night, swearing eternal love to each other at every encounter.

Finally, the day came when Rhaegon and Visenya decided to unite their destinies in marriage. It was a time of celebration and hope, but also of trepidation, for the shadow of the Dance of Dragons still lurked in the kingdom.

Aemond made sure that his son's wedding was splendorous and memorable. The seven kingdoms gathered to witness the union of two powerful lineages, and promises of eternal love were sealed with oaths and blessings.

As the war between Queen Rhaenyra and her uncle Aegon progressed, Aemond found himself at a crossroads. His loyalty to his sister and his family was strong, but he also recognized that he could not betray the sacred vows he had made to Lady Miriam.

He decided to protect and respect his sister Helaena Targaryen, though he knew he could never love her the way he had loved Miriam. He took her hand in marriage, sealing a pact of loyalty and care, but in his heart, the memory of Lady Miriam still burned like an eternal candle.

The war came to an end with the death of Aegon and Rhaenyra, and peace settled over the Seven Kingdoms once more. Aemond, however, knew that his time was running out. As he grew older, he felt the weight of his promise to Miriam grow stronger, and his desire to join her in the afterlife grew stronger every day.

Finally, the time came for his departure. With his heart filled with honor and faithfulness to Miriam, Aemond said goodbye to his loved ones and closed his eyes for the last time.

The entire kingdom mourned the loss of a noble prince and a brave knight. His legacy was marked by his dedication to the memory of Lady Miriam and his unconditional love for his son and sister.

In the annals of history, the name of Aemond Targaryen was remembered as a man who sacrificed his own happiness for the welfare of his family. His life was a testament to honor and loyalty, and his death was the ultimate act of love for his beloved Miriam, joining her in eternity.

Visenya's coronation as Queen of the Seven Kingdoms marked a new chapter in the history of House Targaryen. Alongside her, Rhaegon assumed his role as king consort, ready to support his beloved in all her decisions.

With the coronation of Visenya as queen of the Seven Kingdoms and Rhaegon as king consort, hope and love bloomed once again in the land. The years passed and the fruits of their love materialized in two children: Aemond II and Miriam II.

Fate, with its curious irony, intertwined the paths of Aemond II and Miriam II in an unexpected way. From a young age, the two royal heirs met and discovered a deep and special bond that transcended kinship. In their hearts, a pure and genuine love began to grow, defying the rumors and shadows of the past.

The people, captivated by the history that seemed to be repeating itself, watched the relationship between the two young heirs with suspicion and hope. Some feared that tragedy might repeat itself, while others were confident that this time fate would grant them a lasting and happy love story.

Finally, Aemond II and Miriam II decided to marry, defying the doubts and fears that surrounded them. United by love and determination to build a better future, they vowed to rule the Seven Kingdoms in love and harmony, following the legacy of their ancestors.

Under their reign, the Seven Kingdoms flourished in an era of peace and prosperity. Aemond II and Miriam II ruled with wisdom, justice and compassion, guided by the love they shared and the lesson of their predecessors. The townspeople found hope in their union and saw in them a symbol of hope and redemption.

The story of Aemond II and Miriam II became a legend in the Seven Kingdoms. Their unwavering love and dedication to their people were admired and remembered for generations. Their reign marked a new chapter in history, where love and commitment became the pillars of a unified kingdom.

And so, in the heart of the Seven Kingdoms, Aemond II and Miriam II ruled together, building a legacy of love and harmony. Their story proved that, despite adversity, true love can prevail and that even in the darkest of times, there is hope for a bright and promising future.

And so, their love endured through time, uniting the Seven Kingdoms under their reign and leaving a legacy of everlasting love.

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Fangirling on chapter 40

'Mercy?' Lord Berhart managed, sounding strained. 'Your Highness, you have left him with nothing.'

'I have left him with his life. It is more than my father would have offered in my place, considering the nature of Vernell's crimes.'

I can totally get that, even without seeing the whole show (I did see some snippets of Uther and recognised Giles from Buffy, the vampire slayer, that was a nice surprise.)

'Tom's still alive?'

Arthur inclined his head, aware that more than one councillor had taken notice of their conversation. He smoothed his face into an impassive mask and noticed that Merlin had done the same, erasing his shock. It itched at him, all the little differences they kept stumbling across. He wanted to find out what had happened to Tom in Merlin's world, just like he longed to hear about the scars that no longer stained Merlin's skin and the stories behind them.

It was not an idle curiosity, but a burning desire to understand more about this version of Merlin. The intensity of Arthur's own longing almost took his breath away. He wished to know him – everything that made him different and all the little ways in which he was still the same – but once again he told himself that now was not the time.

You know, it must be super fun for fans of the show to notice all the little (or/and big) changes in this story and this version of Camelot. It probably gives it an extra layer of meaning and in some instances delight or agony.... I am coming in rather blind (apart from the 'how long have you being training to be prat, my Lord', I haven't seen a lot more beyond that. I do know what the main characters look like and I also know that Morgana turned evil in the series. (She's that stunning actress Katie McGrath! 😍) But for me it's a whole new world and a whole new story and I'm really enjoying it!

'Would you then like to explain how you made a large sum of money selling grain across the border to Mercia?' Morgana arched an eyebrow as he spluttered. 'No? Then maybe you can tell the council why there is no evidence of a fire, nor any recorded births whatsoever among your working populace in the past five years?'

Arthur settled back in his seat as the Lord rambled through long-winded, meaningless excuses. Morgana's expression did not falter, but she emanated an air of icy disdain until Fennis' voice dried up like a stream in summer.

'Yours is not the only estate with inconsistencies,' she added at last, picking up the sheaf of papers and placing them in front of Arthur. 'Obviously, this is a matter requiring urgent investigation. For the sake of Camelot.'

OH! Morgana is so damn good! She is not taking any prisoners for sure! Those Lord's their lives will totally change for sure and they can all feel it now! I bet some of them won't sleep well from now on... Oh, being called out on their greed! I love it!

That's what I like about your stories, they are 'fully filled' stories. As in, it's not just about the main pair, it's not just about the romance or the leading up to the first kiss... It's about Everything in that world and with the people inside it.

'Neither your mother nor I truly knew the price, but it was not I alone who approached Nimueh for help. Your mother... She wanted to do her duty – to provide Camelot with an heir. It drove her every waking moment, and I could not deny her. When you finally flourished inside her, she was the happiest I had ever seen.'

As if, I don't believe him for one moment. From what I've read in the story so far he is the kind of man who totally knew what would happen and decided to do it anyway. 😡

He sucked in a deep breath, leaning forward to brace his hand on the back of Uther's chair. His position was awkward, but he did not care. He needed to look into those eyes and see realisation's dawn. 'Besides, if you knew you would lose your beloved queen to your quest for an heir, would you have stayed your hand, or would your ambition have outweighed your love for her?'

'How dare you!'

'Was I worth it, or not?'

Oh no, that must be one of the worst pains out there... knowing your parents don't think you are worthy, knowing they don't love you unconditionally, knowing you dissapoint them on an almost daily basis. Thank god Arthur as a close group of friends to counter all that poison.

'All right.' He glanced around the forge, taking in the frightened faces. 'Everyone out. We don't know what will happen. It could still go wrong, and if it does...' He didn't finish. They understood, but that didn't mean anyone was happy about it.

I love how they all would jump into the fire for each other and how they all worry so deeply for one another. Even over the smallest cut or bruise. Sometimes it's a bit funny, how they can 'overreact', specially Arthur and Merlin about each other. But at the same time it's precious and amazing and just warms my heart.

Oh wow, the ending of this chapter. I don't want to include the line because I don't want to spoiler it for future readers (alhought maybe I already did for some parts of the story?!) but I had no idea that was even possible?!

🤣 Knowing the same actor was Giles and Uther was a real experience. I adore Giles. uther? Not so much. And Katie McGrath is stunning!

I liek to think it's one of those fics where if you now the show, there's little easter eggs and things, but if you don't it's still enjoyable. You certainly seem to be loving it, which is brilliant 🥰

Thanks so much, as always, lovely!

(For those who want to try it out, Hiraeth is here)

#Q&A #Merlin #Merthur #Hiraeth

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Having Children with Ser Harwin Strong...

᯽ Please note that these headcanons are directly inspired by the series “Growing Strong”. While reading that series is not exactly necessary to understand these, and I have tried to provide additional details to help set the stage, reading that fic before this could ultimately be helpful for background context. The Growing Strong Masterlist can be found HERE. ᯽

Pairing: Ser Harwin Strong x Tyrell! Female Reader

Warnings: GOT typical sexism, canon divergence, mentions of previous death of characters, pregnancy, mentions of childbirth, suggestive themes. Nothing explicit. I’m too much a sucker for the pure fluff of it all.

A/N: Anon, you once asked for a “little insight”, and I... essentially wrote three short stories in bullet-point form. I’m sorry. I hope this can still be enjoyed.🖤

General headcanons that didn’t really fit organically in the other sections of this and that I didn’t have the heart to cut ...

Whenever you told Harwin you were with child, you would often need to repeat yourself a few times in order for your statement to fully resonate with him.

You’d never been one for malicious tricks, nor were you cruel. But the idea of having children, specifically children with you, meant so much to Harwin. He did not dare to believe it at first. Only once you all but swore to the gods about the truth of it, did your husband finally believe you.

But then you were forced to brace yourself, as Harwin would hurriedly pull you into his loving arms and shower you with affection in response to your joyous news.

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At first, Harwin was very careful with you. As in, he would literally tread lightly, type of careful. He would barely touch you, and at night, despite sharing the same bed, he would stay on his own side religiously, as if a physical barrier actually existed and prevented him from reaching out to you.

It was only after some very firm and repetitive encouragement on your part that you were not going to simply break that Harwin allowed himself to start to relax. From your perspective, he had little need to worry. You were pregnant, not made of glass.

And eventually, Harwin gave in to your encouragement; he missed you. You kept yourselves composed in public, and always limited overt displays of affection. Both of your stations and propriety demanded it. But in private, the two of you had always been passionate, and neither of you had any qualms or restrictions about physically showing your love for one another.

Even after being reassured by you, Harwin still proceeded with caution, of course. He may have been nicknamed Breakbones, but he’d rather fall upon his own sword than be anything less than gentle with you unless of course you felt up to it and consented to a bit of ‘roughhousing’.

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If you thought Harwin was your biggest supporter before, it was simply no comparison to how he behaved whenever you were with child. Anything you could want or need, Harwin would more often than not already be two steps ahead of your request. Not once did Harwin complain or begrudge you for any of it; doing whatever he could to keep you comfortable and happy seemed to be a very small price to pay for you carrying his child, and potentially risking your life to do so.

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At some point during each of your children’s births, Harwin would make a joke about “Breakbones” having broken bones, referring to the might at which you would crush his hand. Each time, his jest was always met with a tired groan and light hearted swat to the head from you.

Tears would well in Harwin’s eyes whenever a babe was born. The tears would fall freely, accompanied with a watery smile and relieved laugh once the maesters and midwives assured him that both you and the child were well.

Harwin’s name might have been Strong, but he always thought the name might have suited you more aptly. Between your vigor and steadfastness throughout everything you endured, you inspired him greatly. Harwin knew that if your children were even half as strong as you, they would fare just fine, no matter what obstacles the gods placed in their way.

First Child

When you told Harwin that you were with child, he could not have been more thrilled.

Harwin was the oldest of four children. He loved his younger siblings dearly, and had always taken pride in looking out for them whilst growing up. It would be different now, and indisputably more difficult- raising his own child- but he was still looking forward to it. He was looking forward to raising a child with you.

And at first, you were overjoyed with the news as well.

As a daughter of a Great House, you always knew it would be expected for you to marry someone befitting your station, and then have children to carry on your husband's line. You had never minded children, not by any means... But you hadn't truly wanted them until you married Harwin. The idea of raising children with a man you loved so deeply suddenly seemed like less than merely a duty you might have owed to a husband, and more of a privilege that you could take your own happiness from.

But, despite the happiness that you and Harwin felt, your revelation came at a rather difficult time in your lives. You had just lost your older brother, Lord Derron Tyrell. Your brother had had no wife or children, which meant that with his passing, you had become the Lady Y/N Tyrell. Not only were you carrying you and Harwin's first child, but you were also expected to learn a great deal about your new inherited position, and very quickly. Harwin was worried about your health with all the additional stress that had been placed upon you.

The relocation to Highgarden from King's Landing helped soothe some of Harwin's worries, though. It seemed that most everyone, within Highgarden at least, loved and respected you. You had grown up within the castle walls, and most of the staff still employed were the same as when you had been a girl. Nary a person around wanted anything less than what was best for you, and in turn, your child.

But that did not mean Harwin considered himself exempt from looking after you himself whenever he could. In fact, it was quite the contrary... even if he had an interesting way of showing it.

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Harwin was cautious. His protectiveness of you had mistranslated some thoughts within his mind, and he had reached the (incorrect) conclusion that the best, and least stressful, thing for you and your child was for him to limit his physical contact with you. In Harwin’s mind, he was helping you, in the only way he could reason how, by removing himself as a distraction from your own health and learning your new duties as the Lady of Highgarden. Harwin hadn't meant for his restraint to last for any significant amount of time, and, truthfully, he hoped you might not have noticed.

However, you noticed Harwin distancing himself straight away. When Harwin suddenly refrained from holding your hand while the two of you walked along the corridors, and when he made a point to stick solely to his own side of the bed at night, nevermind the thought of having any sort intimacy with him, you began to fear what might have caused Harwin to begin acting so strangely towards you

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Your insecurities about the state of your marriage with Harwin were only amplified with your own concerns about your pregnancy... More specifically, whether you were to have a boy or girl. You hoped to have at least one of each eventually.

But you knew having a boy first would be less of a headache; if you only were to have one child, a boy could inherit Highgarden and Harrenhal, without any reasonable dispute from outside parties like a power hungry cousin from the Arbor.

But another part of you couldn't deny that you also wished for a girl… perhaps with Harwin's curls and your eyes?

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You nearly made yourself sick with worry. Combined with your husband’s abrupt withdrawal from you, it all culminated in one, emotional and long overdue conversation with Harwin late one night. Thankfully, you were both able to voice your concerns, and reassure one another that the fears the other shared were unnecessary.

You assured Harwin that you were not fragile, nor was he any sort of burden to you. Yes, carrying his child whilst assuming the titles and duties as the new Lady of House Tyrell was a stressful combination, and it was certainly not an ideal situation. But it was what had come to pass. And the last thing you wanted, or needed, was for Harwin to remove himself from you. You wanted, no, needed, his support more than ever before.

And once you admitted how much his sudden lack of attention made you feel, Harwin's heart wrenched with guilt. He peppered your face with remorseful kisses and chastised himself for being so short-sighted, before begging you to allow him to make up for his grievance against you. Of course, you agreed- for how could you have denied him such a request?

After the pair of you had talked through that matter, you were also able to confess to Harwin your fears about whether he might prefer a son over a daughter. As he usually did, Harwin was able to put your fears to bed at once.

"I am sure my father was relieved when I was born... And yet, if the Stranger were to claim him this very night, I would be in no better standing to succeed him as Lord of Harrenhal on the account of my sex. On the other hand, you, My Love, stand to bring higher honor upon House Tyrell in your lifetime than I may ever be able to bring upon House Strong. Any daughter of ours would be a force to be reckoned with. And, should anyone dare to question her claim to Highgarden, or Harrenhal, I will defend her claim with as much ferocity as I would defend a claim of a son."

Your fears were all but alleviated after that.

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Harwin was extremely doting upon you throughout the pregnancy. You shouldn’t have been surprised, but your heart still threatened to burst by just how ready and willing Harwin was to make you more comfortable, or to retrieve anything you might want or need.

When strange food cravings hit you, it was one of the first ways Harwin felt that he could make himself truly of use. No matter what you asked for, Harwin would not blink an eye. Every time you mentioned a craving for a particular snack, even in the middle of the night, Harwin would give you a single, gentle kiss on the cheek or temple, and promptly rouse himself from the bed to find and bring back whatever it was you sought.

Funnily enough, it was this desire to appease your late night cravings that helped Harwin to earn the trust of the staff of Highgarden… His reputation as “Breakbones” had preceded him, and initially, after the two of you returned to Highgarden from King’s Landing, many of the staff at Highgarden were afraid of your new husband.

On the first night a particular food craving occurred, you requested a pastry that you had been treated to at supper. Despite it being well after the hour of the owl, Harwin made his way down to the kitchens. He searched the cabinets and storages thoroughly, but regrettably, came up short.

Unwilling to disappoint you, Harwin resigned himself to the reality that the only way for you to enjoy the pastry you craved would be for him to bake one himself. After a little more rummaging around, he found the recipe easily enough. But Harwin had seldom been in the kitchens of any castle or holding at all throughout his life. He could, and had, cooked fresh game over an open fire before... But baking was another matter entirely.

One of the cooks overheard a ruckus from the kitchen, and fearing that someone unwelcomed had snuck in to cause mischief, quickly entered the room. You can imagine her surprise when she saw none other than Ser Harwin, standing in the middle of a mess he had inadvertently made, with flour all over his hands, and even in parts of his disheveled hair. Having been caught, Harwin gave her a sheepish, but most certainly apologetic, smile.

After Harwin explained why exactly he had been down in the kitchens, the cook’s heart warmed, and she agreed to help him- but only if he cleaned up the mess he had made. Harwin agreed happily.

And after that night, once word of Harwin’s late night shenanigans had spread throughout the castle, the other staff quickly began to warm up to him too. How could they not, when it was abundantly clear just how much your husband was utterly devoted to you?

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The further along in your pregnancy, naturally, the more worried Harwin became.

The pesky, though still very possible, thoughts of what could go wrong in due time frightened him to no end. Queen Aemma, gods bless her, had met the Stranger on the birthing bed. Throughout his life, Harwin had heard of countless other women who had suffered the same fate. The idea of anything happening to you was simply unfathomable.

Harwin spoke with you about his concerns, and you were able to share your own with him as well. In the event that he was forced to make a decision- though an impossible one it may be- you and Harwin were of the same mind on what that decision would be.

It brought Harwin comfort, knowing what your wishes were, and knowing that they were aligned with his initial inclination. But he was still fearful.

And since he desired to place no further stress upon you, he did his best to swallow his concerns.

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But Harwin had extreme difficulty maintaining his composure when your labors began.

As you were ushered away to the privacy of your chambers, Harwin did not doubt that you were in capable hands. In addition to the maester, and several midwives, all of whom the both of you knew well and trusted, his sisters, the Ladies Lilyan and Eyla, accompanied you as well. His sisters had been visiting Highgarden for a few months, and were determined to stay for as long as necessary to meet their niece or nephew.

All of them told Harwin that his presence in the room would not be required… nor would it be very proper.

Sensing his distress at this, the maester advised Harwin to have patience; firstborns usually took their time coming into the world, he’d said, and it could even take as long as a day before it was all over and done with. But Harwin paled at the thought of that.

His sister Lilyan’s betrothed, Lord Cerran Leygood, tried to keep him busy by inviting him to go out for a ride on the grounds. The fresh air worked to distract Harwin, for a little while at least. But all too soon, his mind drifted back to the castle, where you undoubtedly toiled away.

Harwin’s will was stronger than that of the man who was soon to be his Good Brother. And eventually, after returning to the castle, Harwin took up residence just outside of your chambers.

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For hours, Harwin paced up and down the corridor.

With every pained sound from you that slipped through the crack beneath the chamber doors, Harwin gave himself another trek down and back up the hallway as penance.

His sisters took turns to leave the room and speak with him for a few moments, and to reassure him that everything was well. That offered him some small comfort, though Harwin knew he would not truly rest until he was certain you were alright.

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Some time into the night, Harwin heard something that made his blood run cold.

“Harwin!”

Your call for him was all it took for Harwin to shove open the large doors and barge into the room, the opinion of the maester and midwives be damned.

Said individuals frowned upon his intrusion at once, but before they could make any serious arguments, you snapped at them, and beckoned Harwin to come to you.

Though he was still worried, Harwin felt immense relief once he was able to take his rightful place by your side.

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Well after midnight, the babe was finally born, perfectly healthy.

A son.

You and Harwin had previously discussed names at length. While you had argued that most lords viewed it as their right to name their children, Harwin quickly countered that he did not believe himself to be like ‘most lords’, nor would he be the one to suffer for hours on end on the birthing bed.

In the end, Harwin agreed to make the decision on the name after your unceasing insistence- but only if he chose a name that you both were agreeable to. There had been some potential options offered up between you, but Harwin had yet to truly reach a decision.

As he sat at your beside, Harwin watched with an overwhelming warmth in his chest as Lilyan placed the now cleaned and swaddled babe into your awaiting arms.

“You did well, Good Sister,” Eyla praised with a beaming smile, appearing on the other side. Then, she posed, “What will you name him?”

You held the squirming babe closer to you, with tiredness, but mostly love, unveiled in your eyes as you looked down upon him. Harwin scooted closer, and you leaned towards him, resting your head on his shoulder once you were comfortable.

Harwin caught a glance of the babe’s hair, noting it was just as dark as his own. He had the sneaking suspicion that this child in particular was going to favor the looks of House Strong over those of House Tyrell.

Once that realization came over him, Harwin immediately knew what his decision was.

“Derrik.”

His sisters’ eyes widened with understanding. Lilyan complimented, “A fine name, Brother.”

You looked up to Harwin with sparkles of unshed tears in your eyes. It was a name that you had proposed… One that carried the memory of your dear brother along with it. “Are you certain, Harwin?”

As Harwin gently cupped your son’s head, his thumb ran lightly over the hair that was likely to match his own in time, before he kissed your temple. “Derrik suits him, My Love. Does it not?”

You were inclined to agree.

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The bells in Highgarden rang throughout the night to celebrate the young Lord Derrik’s arrival. Once word was received in Harrenhal, the bells rang there for a day as well.

The word spread to others throughout the realm quickly.

Not but a few days after a raven was sent to Lord Lyonel with the news, another raven arrived from King’s Landing, carrying a letter exclaiming, in great detail, the Lord Hand’s joy at the arrival of his first grandchild.

Gifts from him, and the Princess Rhaenyra, arrived about a month later.

Second Child

When you told Harwin you were with child again, he was just as overcome with joy as he had been the first time.

Unfortunately, this time he did not have the additional comforts of your family being in Highgarden.

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About a week after Derrik’s first name day, you received an invitation from Lord Lyonel inviting you to King’s Landing.

Your Good Father’s duties as Hand of the King did not permit him the luxury of much travel beyond what was required to carry out his business, and, as he had yet to meet his grandson, he was beginning to grow (understandably) impatient.

Through her letters, Princess Rhaenyra had also been requesting you to visit. She wished to meet you child, as well as introduce you to her own- the young Prince Jacaerys.

It was clear what you, Harwin, and Derrik had to do.

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Lord Lyonel was introduced to your son with the biggest smile you’d ever seen him display upon his face. “He looks just like Harwin did as a babe,” he noted fondly. You didn’t bother to disagree- Derrik only had your eyes. Everything else indicated that he was likely to be a mirror image of Harwin some day.

The reunion with Princess Rhaenyra upon your return to the capital was most welcomed, and she introduced you to Prince Jacaerys promptly and proudly. As she cooed over your son, you were forced to hide the shock that flashed across your face when her babe had hair as dark as Derrik’s. The Baratheon blood must run stronger than that of the Dragon, you had told yourself.

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About a month after your arrival, Princess Rhaenyra announced she was with child again. A month after that, you discovered the same.

Derrik was still young, but you were not displeased with the news. The thought of having not one, but two children close to the ages of Princess Rhaenyra’s children was a happy one. The children could grow up together. Hopefully, in due time, they would become close companions, just as their mothers had come to be.

For a while, it was rather hectic within the Red Keep. Not one, not two, but three different women were with child. Queen Alicent had also announced that she was carrying what would be the third son, and her fourth and final child, with King Viserys. Naturally, this kept all of the maesters in Red Keep very busy.

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Harwin was still happy with the news of a second child. But he was also wary. The two of you knew the maester and midwives in Highgarden. You trusted them… The maesters within King’s Landing were practical strangers to you both.

Once Harwin voiced these concerns to you, you validated them at once. You were so enamored with the thoughts of your expanding family, you had yet to realize the potentially dangerous environment you found yourselves in.

Thankfully, Princess Rhaenyra was more than willing to help remedy you and your husband’s concerns. She directed you to only her most trusted maesters and midwives that she was happy to vouch for, and it was only from them that you sought advice or medical attention from.

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You were no stranger to specific food cravings when you were with child.

However, as you were no longer in Highgarden, but instead in King’s Landing, this posed a problem for Harwin. He could not simply waltz down to the kitchens and gather whatever food you requested- even though Harwin wanted to be able to procure it himself.

Instead, Harwin had to ask for assistance from servants. He wished he was able to do more, but he did what he could- standing guard diligently outside your shared chambers, waiting for whomever he tasked with assisting him to return. When they did, Harwin always thanked them profusely.

Once the food was finally in his possession, he would return to your chambers and present it to you with great ado, and smile in response to your immediate joy and gratitude. In all honesty, while you sought to appease your cravings, Harwin merely sought to receive your praise.

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Harwin was still just as protective of you during your second pregnancy as he had been during the first.

In fact, being confined to King’s Landing until a time when you, and the new babe, could travel resulted in Harwin’s protectiveness being even more fierce than you might have expected. There was one instance in particular that you could still recall- with fondness- that demonstrated this plainly.

It was a sunny afternoon, and warm, though not hot. While Prince Jacaerys and Lord Derrik were in the care of their nursemaids, you and Princess Rhaenyra had taken to the gardens for some fresh air, much as you often used to do.

The two of you were accompanied by none other than Lord Loreon Lannister’s new wife. The young lord was in King’s Landing on Lannister family business. As his uncle, Lord Tyland Lannister, had been recently appointed as Master of Ships to King Vierys’ small council, Princess Rhaenyra thought it prudent to display niceties to Lord Loreon’s new wife… even if she did not care much for him, or his uncle. Or his father, Lord Jason.

Lord Loreon’s wife was pleasant enough to have a conversation with. Princess Rhaenyra was not the typical noblewoman, nor was his wife with child like the two of you, but there were enough other things that the three of you could commiserate about. You found yourself surprised by your disappointment when the sudden arrival of her husband ended the lovely afternoon short.

Lord Loreon greeted Princess Rhaenyra curtly, though with enough respect so as to not cause offense, before addressing his wife. “Lady Wife, my uncle is requesting our presence for supper.”

As his wife moved to stand, Lord Loreon’s eyes fell upon you. When they did, an odd mixture of fear and disdain washed over his face. “Lady Y/N.”

You forced a smile. “Lord Loreon.”

You had not had the pleasure of seeing Lord Loreon since your wedding feast. The night before it, the devious workings of an individual still at large resulted in the misinformed young lord of House Lannister’s attempt to accost you. Everyone knowledgeable of the matter had been sworn to secrecy, and thankfully, nothing had come of it. With all of that considered, you were at ease with the lack of frequency with which you had seen Lord Loreon over the past few years.

“Congratulations are in order, I suppose, for the birth of your son,” Lord Loreon offered nonchalantly. “And for the new babe as well.”

It was not entirely sincere, but neither was it sarcastic. Regardless, his comment was more than what you would have expected of him. “Thank you, My Lord.”

As Lord Loreon had come to collect his own wife, Harwin sought you out for the same purpose. He appeared a moment later, with the intention of helping you back to your shared chambers so that the both of you could prepare for supper with his father.

When Harwin saw Lord Loreon, he stopped dead in his tracks. The look of pure anger on his face was the likes of one you hadn’t seen since the night before your wedding, where Harwin had watched on supportively as your brother, Lord Derron, threatened the young Lannister lord for his appalling behavior towards you.

Princess Rhaenyra looked positively giddy as her interest danced between Harwin and Lord Loreon. A verbal altercation? Another skirmish of some sort? Either were possible, and she knew that very well.

While the Princess was thoroughly amused, Lord Loreon looked absolutely frightened at the sight of your husband.

The scene was rather amusing, but it also gave you pause. Loreon looked so terrified, that you wondered whether more words had been exchanged between him and Harwin, a conversation that perhaps you had not been privy to…

You rose from your seat, and after respectfully excusing yourself from Princess Rhaenyra and the others present, quickly ushered Harwin away before a scene could be made. Harwin continued to glare at Lord Loreon over his shoulder as the pair of you walked away, but allowed you to guide him without protest.

Once you were out of earshot, Harwin promptly turned back to you, armed with many questions as his worry threatened to break his composure.

“Are you alright, My Love? Did he say something to you?”

“I am alright, Dearest.”

“I have threatened him with the loss of his tongue once before. I can and will do so again, just say the word.”

“Harwin, that will not be necessary. Lord Loreon merely extended his congratulations to us in regards to Derrik and the new babe.”

“... Oh. That was… decent, of him, I suppose.”

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In due time, Queen Alicent gave birth to a son, Prince Daeron Targaryen.

A few weeks after that, Princess Rhaenyra also gave birth to a son, Prince Lucerys Verlayron.

With the birth of a second son with hair darker than that of either of his parents, vicious rumors regarding the true parentage of the Princess’s sons began to take root.

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By the time your labors began, you and Harwin had devised a plan. A plan that you both had discussed thoroughly and full heartedly agreed to.

Harwin was, for your son's sake, to remain with Derrik. Should the unthinkable happen, you both agreed it would not be wise for the young boy to be alone, even if under the careful eye of his nursemaid. While Harwin also was of the mind it was not fair for you to be alone either, he still agreed to your terms, and had every intention of keeping his word.

When the day came, Harwin waited in Princess Rhaenyra’s solar. He paced, much as he had the first time you labored, back and forth throughout the room. The only difference was that now, he had your son Derrik in his arms, providing him with a much welcomed and appreciated distraction.

Princess Rhaenyra had agreed to keep Harwin, and by extension your son, company once your time arrived. It had not been a difficult promise to make on her part. Besides the fact that he was your husband, Harwin had served her family prior to that, and over time, he had become a friend to her of his own accord. She was more than happy to help Harwin keep his mind preoccupied during the birth of your second child. Her own two sons, and her personal favorite handmaiden, were in the room as well.

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But as time drew on, Harwin became worried, and started to doubt his decision. The sun had set some hours ago and still, there was no word of you, or your child.

When Princess Rhaenyra’s idle chat ceased, that was when Harwin knew she had become concerned as well.

“Perhaps you should go to her, Ser Harwin,” Princess Rhaenyra suggested to him, her voice steady, but grave.

Harwin was torn. He wanted little else than to go to your side. But he hesitated when he looked down at your son, who was fast asleep in his arms.

Princess Rhaenyra rose from her seat and held her arms open at once. “I have experience watching over a babe or two, Ser.” She glanced over at her handmaiden before adding, “Your son will be more than safe with us while you go and be with your wife, I swear it.”

Harwin did not need much more convincing. Though he still felt guilty for going against your wishes, and leaving your son without either of you, his worry for you won out over all else.

After carefully depositing Derrik into Princess Rhaenyra’s awaiting arms, he rushed down the corridors to the chambers where you were being attended to. When he reached it, he did not hesitate to push open the doors and rush inside.

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Your second labor did not go as smoothly as the first. There were some minor complications, which had caused the delay in the process altogether.

You were so relieved when Harwin burst into the room, you couldn’t bring yourself to chastise him for his going against your agreement to remain with Derrik.

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But eventually, once again after midnight, your second son was born. And just like his elder brother, he was perfectly healthy.

The maester and midwives who had attended to you suggested you would need additional time to recover, but you did not mind. You were so exhausted, you were inclined to agree that staying in bed for several weeks might not be such a bad idea after all.

You were so weary, you insisted that Harwin hold your son first, not trusting the strength of your own arms. Harwin held the small babe in his large but undeniably gentle hold, and leaned in as close to you as his seat beside the bed would allow.

Harwin noted fondly, “He has your hair.”

“I should like to name him,” you informed Harwin then, your voice soft from strain and tiredness.

You and Harwin had previously discussed employing a similar naming arrangement that you had used for Derrik. But your latest admission contradicted said arrangement.

Harwin looked a bit surprised, but nodded in agreement nonetheless. “Aye, of course. What did you have in mind?”

Ever since returning to King’s Landing, Harwin had been overjoyed with the fact that Lord Lyonel was able to spend ample time with Derrik, and soon your new babe, whilst your family was in the capital. Harwin often told you of how it reminded him of his relationship with his own grandsire from when he was young. A man that he always spoke highly of.

You looked down at the babe thoughtfully as you declared, “Selwin.”

“After my grandsire?” Harwin questioned hopefully.

You nodded and tucked yourself further into his side, but your focus returned to the babe- Selwin- still in Harwin’s secure arms.

Harwin pressed a kiss to the top of your head. Once he trusted his voice, he said, “I am sure my lord father will be honored with your choice, My Love… as am I.”

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In the morning, Lord Lyonel and Larys came to visit.

As Harwin suspected, his father was particularly touched by the name of his newest grandson.

Larys, on the other hand, had a different reaction to his youngest nephew. Half-jokingly, and with a small pitiful smile, he said, “Ah, another second son.”

“Come now, my boy,” Lord Lyonel scolded Larys playfully, though his face remained nothing less than cheerful as he lightly bounced Selwin in his arms. “You should know that means nothing here- not in this family. I too, was a second son once… and look how far I’ve come.”

Larys did not say anything further for the remainder of the visit.

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But your Good Brother’s odd choice of comment lingered in your mind. Though Larys’ implication had prompted you to discuss it with Harwin later that evening, you had given the matter of which you spoke great thought over the past few months.

When you finally broached the subject with Harwin, it was made apparent very quickly that he had also given the matter a great deal of thought.

The inheritances of House Tyrell and House Strong were sizable. Highgarden and Harrenhal were expansive, and the surrounding lands included in the lordships only furthered those facts. It would be a hefty undertaking for one individual to take on them both, if not downright burdensome…

You also knew, regrettably from personal experience, the jealousy and greed that second sons could possess. You had no desire for Derrik and Selwin to make enemies of each other- not when you and Harwin had every chance and reason to eliminate that threat outright.

If Derrik was to inherit from one of you, it would only be just that Selwin would receive an inheritance of his own from the other.

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After word of the family’s newest addition spread, the bells were rung in both Highgarden and Harrenhal once more.

Third Child

Harwin had inadvertently forced your hand and spoiled the surprise.

The loss of his father, Lord Lyonel, in the tragic fire at Harrenhal just a few years before still plagued him, as it plagued you, and Derrik, and Selwin. Your family returned to Highgarden after that, where you had remained since. Your years there had been decidedly picturesque.

But when you started to display symptoms of illness, Harwin couldn’t help but jump to conclusions. Was there some fever outbreak he had yet to hear of? …

Despite the fact that he had seen you in a similar state not once, but twice before, your unfortunate previous experiences had conditioned Harwin to fear the worst.

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In response to his fears, Harwin had some of the best maesters from the Citadel brought into Highgarden. Of course, that had taken place without your knowledge; Harwin wanted to spare you from any additional stress.

As a result, you were undoubtedly taken by surprise when Harwin presented said maesters to you one afternoon. Your husband meant only the best intentions of course- after all, he had thought you had come down with a mysterious illness. But of course, it was no mysterious illness at all.

You were with child once more.

Harwin may have surprised you, but you downright floored him with the news. The relief that flooded over Harwin’s face was nearly immeasurable, and it was only surpassed by the pure joy that replaced it.

Already, Selwin’s twelfth name day was just a few months away. And yet, the gods had not blessed you with any other children since him… Though that had not been for any lack of trying on yours and Harwin’s part.

It had been so long that you had begun to believe your two sons were all the children the gods intended for you and Harwin to have. You were willing to accept this, but then you realized what your recent ailments were indication of.

Though perhaps unexpected, the child was most certainly a blessing from the gods.

After (apologetically) dismissing the maesters he’d summoned, Harwin pulled you into his arms, and, albeit carefully, spun you around until you light heartedly complained of dizziness.

But even once Harwin set you right on your own two feet once more, you were not swift enough to avoid the onslaught of kisses he proceeded to place all over your face.

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Having witnessed similar behavior in your husband two times before, you expected Harwin to become more protective and doting to you than he already was inclined to be.

However, what you had not expected was for your sons to compete with him in their own efforts. Derrik had been little more than a babe himself when Selwin was born, but both of your sons were much older now. With Selwin at ten and two years of age, and Derrik’s fourteenth name day approaching in less than half a year, they were old enough to aid Harwin in his quest to ensure that you remained well looked after and cared for.

… Much to the detriment of your patience.

Between the three of them, it seemed you were hardly able to find a moment to yourself

At first, it was easy to get a bit frustrated. But once you saw how sincere they all were in their efforts to lighten burdens in your life whenever and wherever possible, you could not fault them for that, and forced yourself to accept their assistance with appreciation.

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Derrik, only a few years shy of what many would consider to be a man, took on a more significant role at once. When you were too fatigued or were otherwise unavailable to fulfill certain obligations due to feeling under the weather, he stepped in for you. With the guidance of your uncle and steward, Lord Elwood Meadows, Derrik met with your bannermen, listened to petitions, and even underwent a few short trips within the Reach for the sake of business that you had previously committed yourself to. Harwin always accompanied Derrik on those journeys, and they never lasted more than a few weeks. Both of those facts gave you comfort.

If the lords of the Reach had any qualms about speaking with Derrik instead of yourself, they were wise not to voice their opinion. After all, they knew that Highgarden could very well pass to him one day.

While his elder brother branched out, Selwin was content with merely keeping you company. When Harwin and Derrik traveled for business on your behalf, or when matters regarding Harwin’s own lordship called him away from Highgarden for a time, your youngest son gladly remained close by. In the evenings, when you would usually retreat to your study to catch up on correspondence, Harwin always joined you. But whenever he was away, more often than not you were joined by your youngest son. Selwin would bring books or writing parchment of his own whilst he worked on lessons and concepts that had recently been assigned to him by the Maester Thomos. Learning and retaining information did not come as naturally to him as it had his elder brother, and you and Harwin noticed that he often was forced to apply himself and focus harder because of it.

But no one could fault his persistence, or his curious nature. Perhaps Selwin would not master the written word, as Derrik so often strove to do… But he would not be confined to it, either. He had an inquisitive mind that tended to allow him to see beyond the information that was merely presented to him.

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And finally, there was Harwin. Perhaps the worst (best) offender of going above and beyond to assure that you had everything you could want or need.

The most notable story to come of this was a result of another case of particular food cravings. You had never been a stranger to those whilst carrying Derrik or Selwin. But with your third child, you only ever seemed to desire one thing: fireplums.

The need first struck you in the dead of night, as it usually did. You woke Harwin with a sheepish smile, and informed him of what you wished for.

Though sleep hung over him heavily, Harwin’s next few steps were carried out with a well-practiced routine. He sat up, gave you a tender kiss on your forehead, and climbed out of bed.

When Harwin trudged into the kitchens that night, he was once again greeted by the cook, who had been anticipating his arrival ever since your pregnancy was made publicly known. Harwin and the said cook had become something akin to old friends over the years.

Unfortunately, when Harwin relayed the specific fruit that you sought that night, the cook regrettably informed him that they had yet to pick any for the season, despite the harvest being just around the corner.

… Although, there was that field just outside of the castle grounds…

Underneath the glowing moon, Harwin hazily picked fireplums by hand. Though sleep threatened to claim him with each blink, his determination to secure your fruit of choice encouraged him to press on. The cook, who had accompanied him, if only to be the witness for such a bizarre tale, shook her head in mock disapproval as she realized, yet again, how much your husband loved you.

When Harwin returned to your chambers a few hours later, you were fast asleep. Not that he was surprised. He simply placed the basket of freshly picked fireplums by your bedside anyway, expecting the craving would strike you once more whenever you rose.

When he climbed back underneath the covers and scooted closer to you, he was even more content than he had been a few hours before in the midst of sleep.

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Harwin assured you many, many times throughout your pregnancy that he had no preference for a son or daughter, as he had done before your first two children.

Ever since he had first dissuaded your fears before Derrik was even born, you had not had a preference either. You had two sons already, and you and Harwin loved them both equally, and in great measure.

Between House Tyrell and House Strong, there were two sizable inheritances to be claimed after both of your passings: one for Derrik, and one for Selwin. This third child, regardless of sex, would not have such an inheritance to claim. All the same, they would be no less loved or welcomed into the family because of that.

As long the babe was healthy, that was all that truly mattered to you and Harwin.

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… That was, until you became acutely aware of your innate wish for a daughter after a meaningful conversation with your husband one evening.

The pair of you had returned to your joint study after supper, as had become your tradition. You had braced yourself for several hours worth of writing, but your husband, sitting nearby at his own desk, kept distracting you. Parchment shifted frequently, and his quill was repeatedly dunked into the ink pot beside his hand.

Whatever Harwin was working on, it was obvious that he was doing so with great focus.

Curiosity got the best of you, and you rose from your seat and wandered over to him. What you saw on his desk gave you pause.

It was a family tree. Not just any family tree, but one littered with many familiar names. Your combined family tree.

“The boys mentioned Maester Thomos intended to begin a thorough discussion about their lineages soon,” Harwin explained, glancing between you and the large scroll of parchment. “I thought a visual representation might assist with their learning.”

Your eyes flickered over the names, and you felt yourself smile. “‘Twas a wise idea, and perhaps in more ways than one,” you complimented him, placing a hand on your protruding stomach. “We shall need a name, and soon. Mayhaps someone here could provide some inspiration?”

Harwin hummed in agreement, but his eyes never left the parchment before him. His fingers subconsciously lingered near one name in particular. Kianna Darry.

You moved to rest your hand on the back of his neck, where you idly began to detangle his curls. “You miss her.”

It was not a question.

Harwin leaned into your touch and closed his eyes. “Every day.”

The statement you made was redundant. Your mother passed when you were not but a few years old, but that did not make her absence in your life any less prominent. Why would Harwin not miss his own?

And that’s when it struck you. Without question, you would accept any child the gods blessed you with. But there was an unspoken sense between you and Harwin that this child was likely to be your last. And a selfish part of you suddenly longed for a daughter. A daughter who might carry on the memory of her grandmothers, who were claimed by the Stranger far too early. A daughter who, gods be good, would never come to share their fates.

You continued to look over the names written in Harwin’s own hand mindfully, hypothetically proposing a few different combinations in your head as you did so.

Your musings were interrupted when Harwin let out a soft sigh, and looked away from the family tree for the first time that evening. He turned towards you, and put a hand on either side of your stomach. When he looked up at you, his wide and calming hazel eyes contained such a depth within them, only a fool would question his sincerity in that moment. “I am most fortunate that the gods have seen it fit to keep you in good health. If not for my sake, then for that of our children.”

You casted him a small smile and swept some hair up and away from his face. “The gods would face difficulty in keeping me from you all, Dearest.”

“Do not tempt them,” Harwin grumbled playfully, lowering his head and burying his face from your view. As his forehead came to rest upon your stomach, you moved your hands to rest over top of his own, which were still positioned securely on your sides.

There was a comfortable silence for a few moments, until the babe decided it was an opportune moment to deliver a swift kick to Harwin’s head.

At the slight, Harwin withdrew with feigned crossness. But his face softened significantly as he whispered to your stomach, “I shall not take that personally, little one.”

He emphasized his point with a sweet kiss, as if it would reach the child within.

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The day your labors began, Harwin did not even attempt to keep himself away from you. He had learned from his previous two failed attempts that it was futile.

After ensuring that Derrik and Selwin were safe and preoccupied with their great uncle Lord Elwood, Harwin did not stray from your side. The maester and midwives might have wished otherwise, but they had enough experience with the two of you to know that arguing against his presence would also be futile.

Despite any reservations they might have had, Harwin found himself thinking, more than once, how grateful he was to be back in Highgarden, where you were being tended to by physicians the two of you trusted.

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The gods blessed you in several ways that day.

One, your labors were the easiest they had ever been before.

Two, you and the babe were perfectly healthy.

And three, the gods had given you and Harwin the daughter you had secretly longed for.

As your daughter was placed into your waiting arms, the only pain you were aware of was the soreness upon your face due to your beaming smile.

Harwin did not bother to wipe away his tears as he gently took a seat beside you on the bed. As one of his arms wrapped around your waist, he pressed a kiss to your head. His lips lingered for a few moments, conveying all the things he did not trust the shakiness of his voice to express. When Harwin pulled back, you rested your head on his shoulder, and watched with nothing short of adoration as your husband lightly traced the young girl’s cheek with a single finger.

“What shall your name be, Sweet Girl?” he inquired softly, his love-filled eyes never leaving the bundle in your arms.

You thought of the many combinations you had mulled over the past few weeks, having taken significant inspiration from the family tree Harwin had drawn up. One in particular kept coming to the forefront of your mind, and once you spoke it aloud for the first time, it sounded true.

“Luciya.”

You watched Harwin’s face shift as he contemplated it. He repeated the name once, twice. Then, he swooned. “A singular name… For a perfectly singular girl.” He kissed your cheek then, and despite yourself, the gesture caused the heat to rise within them. “Thank you for her, My Love.”

Later, when your eyes felt truly heavy, and Harwin had insisted you get some rest, he readily took the babe from your arms. You drifted off to the hushed sounds of Harwin’s promises of grandeur to your newborn daughter.

The bells in Highgarden and Harrenhal rang that day for the third and final time.

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Once things had settled down, and when you were feeling up to it, Lord Elwood brought Derrik and Selwin to meet the newest addition to the family.

A nearly unbearable warmness crept up into Harwin’s chest as he watched his sons, each on either side of you, fawn over their new sister.

His family. Your family.

“Harwin?” When you realized that he had not joined you, Derrick, and Selwin, you looked over at him with soft, imploring eyes. “... Come, Dearest. Join us.”

Harwin happily obliged you.

Never before had he felt such joy, such contentment with his life. In that moment, Harwin knew that the strife and tragedy that had befallen him in life had been well worth bearing, if doing so meant he could be with you and your children at the end of it all.

A/N: Thank you for reading!🖤 The plan is to get back to the main story’s main chapter next, but I couldn’t resist writing just a little bit more family fluff before the stuff hits the fan. I eventually might do a part 2 to this, but we’ll see. I hope you all have a fantastic weekend!😊🖤

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