#like. shes buried her husband her father her brothers and both her sons not to mention the extended family that we dont know about

[merry-harlowe]

Lady Dís, daughter of Thráin son of Thrór, last of her line.

[miguelhugger2099]

Quiet Loving

Summary: Miguel loves you and your little family so much.

A/N: made seconds before I fell asleep last night

In the comfort of your husbands arms, you buried yourself closer—it was never close enough in your opinion.

Miguel shared the same sentiment, his beefy and strong arms were firm around your body, tugging you closer in his lap. One arm around your waist and the other cradling your head in the crook of his neck.

When he held you like this, he felt at peace. He didn’t know how else to explain it other than that it felt right. It felt like it mattered—the only thing that mattered. He leaned into to smell your hair, your signature shampoo scent invading his senses and calming his nerves.

Miguel tightened his embrace around you. You were never close enough.

He loved you dearly. Too much, it was borderline concerning to others but not to you.

Footsteps patted down the stairs of your home. Lifting your head from his neck, Miguel groaned—missing the warmth and weight of you. He felt like half of his puzzle piece was missing.

You looked over to see the culprit of the loud unstable stomps down the steps. Your daughter Gabriella, in her purple pajamas, was holding her baby brother, Isaac. Your eyebrows knit in worry to match her own expression.

“Que pasó, mija?” You call out to her and she stands in front of you and Miguel on the couch. Gabriella bounces Isaac in her arms while he babbles and coughs.

“Zee-Zee woke up and I tried putting him back to sleep but…” She holds the baby out to you when Isaac winds up to start crying.

You quickly take your baby boy in your arms and cradle him to your chest. Miguel carefully shuffles you off his lap and tugs his daughter to him.

“I didn’t…I thought I could help Mami.” She whispers to her father. Miguel gives her a soft smile, reaching up to pat her head before ushering her in his lap.

She crawls into his embrace, resting her back on his chest and her head leans on his shoulder. Miguel brings his arms around his little girl, ignoring how bigger she’s gotten since the last time he held her like this.

“You did help Mami, mijita.” Miguel coos. His hand squeezes her tiny shoulder. “It’s the thought that counts. Did he just wake up?”

Gabriella shakes her head. “He was awake for a bit before I realized he wouldn’t sleep.”

Miguel nods and looks over at you as you held his son in your arms. His heart swells with love and pride. He couldn’t ask for a better woman to be the mother of his kids. He couldn’t ask for a better wife to be married to him. He couldn’t ask for a better person to spend his remaining days with.

“Well, I think you did a pretty good job. He didn’t start crying until he saw Mama right?” Gabriella nods. “That means Isaac knew you were there for him. And you knew to bring him to Mama so when he saw her, he felt safe enough to start crying. You did your part, corazón.”

Gabriella sighs, not feeling convinced. Miguel pokes her chest where a purple star was printed on her pajama shirt.

“And I’ll even ignore the fact that you were supposed to be sleeping.” He whispers next to her ear and Gabriella giggles.

“Sorry, Papi.” She mumbles bashfully and hides in his neck. Miguel’s heart softens. He could never be mad at his princess. His hand pets her hair which lulls her to sleep. She was still at an age where early bedtimes were a must, her little body unable to handle staying awake past 10:30.

“It’s okay. It’ll be our little secret.” He whispers as she yawns and snuggles close to her father, her chubby cheek squished on his firm chest.

You look over and grow amused at the sight. A tough man with scars and hard features, turned into putty when his little girl was curled into a ball in his arms. He always held a soft spot for his firstborn—his princess. Miguel’s eyes meet yours and they brightened. No matter what, however, you held most of the space in his heart—his queen.

“Bed?” You asked him softly as you rocked Isaac in your arms. He nodded and you both got up from the couch to head upstairs to their room. Miguel grunted as he moved Gabriella carefully, tucking his arm underneath her legs to carry her bridal style. Gabriella got even not comfortable and Miguel noticed how heavier she’d gotten. He bites back a smile, a soft twinge of melancholy as he realizes how much she’s growing.

You place Isaac in his crib, making sure to wrap him snuggly in his blanket and surrounding the corners and walls with pillows in case he rolls around. Miguel puts Gabriella down gently in her twin sized bed, tucking her blanket up to her chin and plopping her stuffed teddy bear by her head.

Miguel feels you wrap your arms around his waist, you head between his shoulder blades. Miguel grows goosebumps along his skin and he can’t resist the urge to turn around to face you. He cups your cheeks and leans down to pepper your smiling face with kisses. You stifle giggles, not wanting to wake the children.

“Miggy..!” You whisper to him but he only takes you back into his arms where you belong. The only way to stop him from showering you in his affection was when you physically pulled him off you, your hand ins his hair. He has a dopey grin on his face, a look of utter bliss of just putting his kids to sleep with the woman he loves. The woman he had these beautiful babies with. The woman who gave him these beautiful babies. He could never thank you enough.

Miguel shuts the door behind him, making sure all lights are turned off and double checking that the kids are asleep. Back in your bedroom, Miguel is on you once more. His body weighs on top of yours while he kisses you deeply and lovingly. If you two were younger, it would’ve delved into intimacy—stripping off clothes and having to cover your moans with his hand.

But these kisses were anything but lustful. They were a love letter, a language that only you two understood. Miguel spoke of his admiration for you, not just for your body but for your mind and soul. Each kiss was gentle and left no room for longing when he added another kiss immediately right after the other.

His hands pulled your body up to him. No matter how hard he tried he was always unsatisfied that you weren’t close enough. It was never enough. He wanted to drown in you, worship you and be one with you. Some call him obsessed.

He sighed after one final kiss, but even then his lips lingered above yours. Miguel’s eyes followed each scar you had, each freckle or mole, the color of your lips—oh, he adored it all.

“Te amo, te quiero.” He whispered, hurriedly like he needed you to know even when you already did. He was hopelessly in love with you.

“I love you more.” You whisper back.

“Impossible.”

You smile, knowing that Miguel would always want to win this game of who loved each other more. He was so stubborn it would go on for days. When you relented, he rewarded you with love—kissing you silly until you were breathless. Despite being the “loser”, you always felt like the winner at the end.

Miguel rests on top of you, your hand in his hair as his nose breathes by your neck. Your fingernails scratch his scalp and he hums in delight. His thumb rubs up and down your skin by your stomach. He feels the scars of your stretch marks and the rest of the chub you had gained from pregnancy. You never got a second of doubt in your mind when all Miguel did was remind you how gorgeous you were to him.

He lazily presses more kisses to your neck until he grew too sleepy to move. Miguel had grown comfortable in your arms while you held him and his weight felt nice—especially when he could be switched out with a blanket.

Miguel finally falls into a deep slumber and you follow suit, his hand slowly coming to a stop.

A/N: i feel like if miguel hugged me i wouldn’t be mentally ill 🤔

[astrumark]

── SHE WAS LOVIN' ME, SHE WAS WANTIN' ME ★.

PAIRING: aemond targaryen x female reader.

SUMMARY: aemond is not accustomed to getting attention and you give him just that.

WARNINGS: one curse word, sexual implications, heavy make-out session, flirting.

WC: 2.9K

NOTES: i haven't written anything in two years so i'm very rusty, sorry. also english is not my native language.

Aemond has always been prideful, although this characteristic was often hidden under the circumstances of his life. But he was aware, and enjoyed a bit too much, all of his privileges as a prince, even being arrogant about it. His pride was a bit shaken when he didn't claim a dragon in his early childhood, a dragon meant a lot not only for a Targaryen but especially a male Targaryen, a symbol of their manhood. He felt more unworthy than other men in his family. When he finally claimed Vhagar, he lost his eye, an essential part of his body, and yet again, his entitlement faltered. When it was rather obvious that Aegon would become king one day, and how unfit for the role he was, Aemond was faced with the second son's burden and jealousy. Aemond was prideful, however, he never felt whole.

He was resentful because he could've had so much more. He'd sometimes dream about having the largest dragon alive, both of his eyes, and an Iron Throne to claim for himself. But reality would strike him once again and he would bury all of his anger, frustration, and envy deep in his heart and present only his well-built facet to others. Aemond felt so at fault he turned into a perfectionist. He needed to be the perfect pupil, the perfect warrior, the perfect son, brother, and one day, husband and father. To be respected, and to be feared. But no matter how much he succeed in his duties, he was never satisfied. Aemond's pride was wounded and he craved validation, even if he didn't admit it.

So yes, Aemond absolutely loved your attention.

When you first arrived at the Red Keep, your father a new member of the small council, Aemond believed your constant stare was due to your fear and disgust towards him, just as the other ladies. However, as moons went by, Aemond noticed there was something slightly different in your eyes, curiosity, perhaps? He felt your gaze on him constantly and decided to ignore it. But it certainly made him unease, such sudden interest. You even attended his training on certain afternoons, and he knew you couldn't mean anything good, which irritated him as well.

You, on the contrary, were enchanted with the prince the second you laid eyes on him. While reading a romance book, you believed that a person couldn't knock another's air out of their lungs upon a mere sight, but that's what happened. The air around you became thick and a soft gasp escaped your lips. He was the most handsome man you have ever encountered. You tried to pick on things you didn't like about him, and you found none. His tall and slim body, the typical leather attire, soft-looking silver hair, mesmerizing violet eye, and a, in your opinion, charming eyepatch. His face, you could have never imagined it in your head, unusual characteristics one would never think could end up looking so good when paired together. He was sharp but pretty, unique. Reminding you of a sculpture, to be appreciated, but better avoid touching it to not deteriorate the work.

Once knowing you would move to the Red Keep, Aemond was undoubtedly the royal you were most keen to meet in person. The mighty rider of Vhagar, such a legendary dragon. When you heard the story about the night he claimed her, you were standing on tiptoes. I may have lost an eye, but I gained a dragon, he supposedly said. Only a child, you admired the boy, and that admiration didn't go away as more gossip about the one-eyed would reach your ears throughout the years, how he'd become a highly educated man and one of the finest warriors in all of Westeros, how he was collected and intimidating. Your expectations were high already, and he managed to surpass them. Even when Aemond demonstrated little interest in you or your acquaintance, you could not help but drool over him. His looks, his attitude, his voice. So delightful.

It was Helaena's name day and Queen Alicent decided to throw a banquet in celebration. The great hall was loud due to conversations and the music, not many lords had been invited, to not overwhelm Princess Helaena, who preferred calmer ambiances, nonetheless, the castle was a lot more full than usual. You poured more wine to yourself, stomach already full, half engaged in the conversation with other ladies, half watching Aemond, further on the table, across his brother. Lost in your trance, you didn't connect the voices to names, but you listened to them.

"I must confess I find Prince Aegon dashingly handsome. Princess Helaena's a lucky woman."

Giggles.

"Indeed, a shame he lacks morals."

"He's truly attractive, the whores and servants that earn his attention have nothing to complain about."

"Do you think if Prince Aemond still had his other eye, he could compare?"

"Not at all, he's simply strange looking."

You scoffed. "He's very handsome. Aegon is the one who could never compare to him, even lacking an eye."

One of the ladies smirked. "You are the only one who favors Aemond, I wonder why?"

"Perhaps I just have a better taste."

There was a sound of disapproval among the inner circle you found yourself in, and you sighed, drinking more of your wine.

"There's just something about him, a fire, an unpredictability. He looks calm, yet he seems as if he could explode at any moment, doesn't he?" You pondered, looking at him again. "Seven, he rides the largest dragon alive, is that not alluring enough?"

"Careful what you say out loud, dear Y/N, if the Septa finds out where your thoughts are wandering, she will not be pleased." Lady Vivien teased and the others burst out laughing. You rolled your eyes.

Aemond was bored out of his mind, but he forced himself to stay for his sister. He watched the feast impassive, speaking only when needed and fidgeting with his cup of wine. When Helaena left to gather with a group of young ladies, where you stood, and his mom seemed too engrossed in conversation with her friends, the young prince contemplated leaving, certain his presence was no longer a necessity. That was when Aegon opened his mouth.

"Do you think it makes her look stupid? Because I do," He drank from his cup. "But stupidly sensual."

"What do you speak of?" Aemond's tone was both tedious and exasperated.

"Lady Y/N, obviously, longingly staring at you," Aegon scoffed. "If she looked at me with those eyes, I tell you, brother, there wouldn't be much left of her afterward. Basically begging you to fuck her senseless."

Aemond would never say it out loud, but his heart skipped a beat at his brother's words. A thought that never once crossed his mind, because, surely, that couldn't be possible, not someone like you. But it made sense, yes. What he could never quite read in your eyes... was it lust? Pride filled his chest with the idea, the knowledge that you may desire him.

For the first time, when he felt your eyes on him, he locked his one with yours, watching you intently, now with the same interested gaze you held, confidently analyzing your face and reaction. When your lips turned into a shy yet flirtatious smile, only to shamefully avert your eyes right after, playing with your hair and pretending to focus on the conversation around you, he knew it. Your actions were not uncommon to him, he had seen them many times but directed at Aegon, and even his younger brother, Daeron, but never him. Gods, was it pleasant. He couldn't fight the smirk off his face as he sipped on his wine, an ego boost much needed.

You have noticed the shift in Aemond's behavior towards you after that night, it was impossible not to. How he started to return your stares and smirks and acknowledge your presence with words rather than a nod, sometimes even engaging in small conversations, asking about you and your interests. Each interaction lets you with a foolish smile and a racing heart.

Managing to convince Helaena to ditch the Septa's lessons for one afternoon, you found yourself in the Dragonpit since the princess decided she desired to fly. Although there hadn't much to do whilst you waited for her return, you didn't mind in the slightest. The structure, so big and magnificent, had always amazed you, the dragon's power distinguishable in the air. And for that, you were more than thrilled to visit Rhaenys's Hill every time someone suggested it. After chatting a bit with Helaena's sworn knight, you started wandering around, lost in thought.

Your body trembled upon hearing the most loud and rasping squeak, followed by harsh flaps of wings, and you lifted your head up. You already knew who it was, no other dragon compares to her. And if carefully inspected, one could easily understand each dragon's personality and mannerisms. You rushed outside, although still hiding behind one of the huge pillars at the entrance of the Dragonpit.

Vhagar landed on the ground with a loud thud, and it was as if the sand was shaking beneath your feet. You gawked at the creature. You had already seen her, but never this close. Although stunning, Vhagar also seemed unnatural, her colossal form not settling right in the ambiance. No living or dead being should be this big. You gulped nervously, she was otherworldly, for sure.

You listened to Aemond talking with a few dragonkeepers in High Valyrian, you had studied the language for a while, but you were not fluent, especially when spoken so fast. With difficulty, you managed to understand that the prince had asked for food. Aemond petted Vhagar whilst a few workers scattered away, surprisingly, they came back not much long after, guiding two living cows and a sheep.

You were fascinated and horrified as you watched Vhagar burn one of the cows, feasting in its carbonized meat and bones. You tore your gaze from what was left of the poor animal, instead focusing on Vhagar's appearance, memorizing it, her bronze scales and big green eyes, ridiculously sharp and deadly teeth, and visible scars of ancient battles all over her body. You couldn't help but recall all of the tales, so entertained by the beast, you didn't even notice the presence of the young prince behind you.

"I must admit my utter surprise, Lady Y/N. I was not expecting such a lovely presence in here." The voice startled you and a gasp escaped your lips as your body turned around.

"Prince Aemond," You said curtsying slightly, your head also lowered in embarrassment with the flattery, and you tried to fight the satisfied smile that threatened to break in the corner of your lips. "It seems your sister also found it fit to fly this afternoon. I came as a companion."

Aemond hummed, making butterflies arise in your stomach. "The weather is nice."

"Indeed." Your body turned to Vhagar again as the she-dragon now incinerated the sheep, a burning smell invading your nostrils once more.

"You like her." It was a statement, not a question.

"She is legendary, my Prince."

"That she is."

"Isn't it hard to believe she is one of the dragons that conquered Westeros all those years ago? And still stands before us? A living piece of history itself," You rambled, watching how they brought the other cow forward. "Ancient, powerful, magic. A fragment of the Old Valyria."

Aemond stood even taller, as if it was possible, filled with pride of his dragon, a smirk plastered on his face.

"She has seen so much, more than half of the people she has known is dead for quite some time now," You continued. "Have you heard about how the wild dragon Cannibal might be even older than Vhagar? It is absurd. Amazing creatures." Your gaze returned to Aemond.

He was already looking at you, listening to your words attentively, amusement clear behind his eye.

"Well, seeing as you admire her that much, I might take you for a ride," Aemond said. "Then, you will be able to see her full glory."

You chuckled wryly, looking back at Vhagar very briefly, before laying your full attention on the prince. "I suppose there are more shameful ways of dying than falling off a dragon." You jested.

"I would not let you fall," He paused, eye surveying your body up and down. "I'd hold onto you tight." You didn't miss the flirtatious tone.

You smirked, heart pounding loudly and feeling all hot. You stared at him, absolutely entranced by his handsome face, before entering his game.

"I don't know what would be more pleasant," You took a step closer to him, whispering in seduction. "Riding the mightiest dragon alive or being pressed against you."

Your stomach tingled as Aemond's eye darkened with lust. It was something you have noticed upon admiring him for so long, that, although his body and face remained often stoic, his eye didn't really lack emotion, and through it, you should be able to read his mood.

"It would pain me not to clear your doubts, pet." His hand brushed a strand of your hair and tucked it behind your ear, making the distance between you even smaller, and your breath hitched.

"We wouldn't want that." You whispered, stepping back, only to feel the coolness of the pillar, Aemond followed you like a predator, your chests pressed.

"No, we wouldn't." His long index finger caressed your jaw, the feather-like touch making you flutter your eyes shut as the hair on the nape of your neck stirred up. "So beautiful." He whispered, now cupping your cheeks in both hands and bringing your face closer to his.

You knew you should pull away, that you were in a public space, that although hidden behind the pillar, and not seen from the front, anyone that decided to enter or leave the building, could catch you in the most inappropriate way possible with the prince. You'd be forever ruined in court and your chances of a good marriage would disappear, your parents would rightfully so doom you, because how does one even explain this situation? But you couldn't.

All you could possibly think about was Aemond, the warmth of his body, and how good it felt, his breath mingling with yours, the texture of the leather beneath your fingers as you held his waist, his scent, of dragon, but something else as well, more citric and fresh you could only guess as his bathing oils and the absolute desire in his eye. No, you couldn't pull away and you wouldn't. You would risk everything to have the littlest taste of him. Aemond smirked, nose brushing yours, and then, he kissed you.

Aemond kissed you, and you could swear you floated, all of your other senses went numb, and you could only feel his warm and soft lips on yours. You sighed in contentment, and you moved your lips against his tentatively, a hot and pleasant sensation taking over your lower belly. You gladly let him deepen the kiss, and not even if you tried you could have prevented your soft moan from slipping out of you. You met him at his pace, not slow or fast, just right, the two of you getting to know and exploring the other. Growing confident, one of your hands moved to his strong jaw, stroking it gently as you had only dreamed of, Aemond groaned in pleasure, tightening his grip on you. And you continued to kiss him, eager and tenderly, somewhere in your mind, fearing that you were showing him how much you appreciated him, how much you wished for this, longed for this, longed for him.

Aemond noticed, of course he did, and it made him feel so good. You needed him, and Aemond enjoyed being needed. His hands slided down your body, caressing and squeezing your ass as he swallowed down your moan with his lips fervently devouring your own, his hands traveled through your hips and waist, going to the swell of your breasts and gripping on it, your surprised whimper making his cock throb. Aemond's lips moved to your jaw and exposed neck, leaving open-mouthed kisses and slight biting. You pulled at his hair, bringing his face to yours again, and he could only stare at you.

Because there, panting and with swollen lips, after letting him kiss and palm you in such a dangerous place, looking at him with a look that Aemond could only identify as pure adoration, he knew he'd got you in the palm of his hands, at his complete mercy, a sheep in a dragon's claw, and that you were his. He smiled wickedly, mine, he thought, heart swelling in pride. He locked your lips with his again, but in a peck. You were blissful.

"Come," He took your hand, subtly leading you inside, towards one of the many uninhabited tunnels.

And in the dark of the cave, away from any possible prying eyes, you kissed again, for several minutes or even more, heatedly and curiously, hands excited to feel as much of the other's body as possible. You bit, sucked, and licked one another. And even if just for that brief moment, Aemond felt whole. Nothing was pledging his mind as you deluged him with so much affection he could've drowned in it, all he cared about was the feeling of your delicate lips on his, your soft skin, your addicting taste and smell, and your loveliest moans that sounded like music to his ears. Aemond had bewitched you long ago, but unknowingly to the prince, you had just bewitched him as well. You needed him, and he'd willingly oblige to your wishes.

[ronwestbreeze]

i had an idea for your shallow end series. imagine y/n telling tua about her late older brother and what he was like, little stories about him when he was alive in attempt to keep his memory alive even after having another baby :')

wishes

pairing: jake sully x fem!na'vi!reader

summary: in which you help tua fall asleep by telling her about her older brother...

warnings: a little angsty :(

word count: 0.6k

author's note: yes it's a bit short but i liked how it turned out so, eh i'm not too worried. hope you enjoy it. this kind of hurt me haha

“A-Aawpok?”

“Mhmm, that’s your older brother’s name.” You say.

Both you and little Tua, who was beginning to say her first words, were lying down in the tent together that night. Everyone else had fallen asleep, all sprawled about. Lo’ak, Spider, and Neteyam were sleeping on one side of the room. Kiri and Tuk lay next to Neytiri, Tuk being sandwiched between the two. Jake lied on the other side of Neytiri and was also sandwiched between you and Neytiri. And Tua was on your right. You had turned a little bit out of your husband’s arms so you could face and comfort her.

It usually took Tua a while to fall asleep. You never minded staying up with her since you were having trouble sleeping yourself these days.

You caressed her little toes as you whispered quietly for her to hear, “He would have adored you, my little one. He always loved taking care of his siblings, fiercely protective of them—which means he was as stubborn as your father.” You chuckled quietly as Tua stared up at you with wide eyes.

Tua took your thumb and brought it to her mouth, numbing at it with her barely grown teeth as you continued. “The boy was quite adventurous too. Often always getting into trouble with Lo’ak, he could be a little troublesome sometimes but that’s what I loved best about him. I still remember the first time he got his ikran. Your brother was so stubborn about it. Like Lo’ak, he had fallen off the first time and was determined to get back on it and try again. Jake was against it but Aawpok did it anyway and he succeeded. I had never been so proud but of course, I had to receive an earful afterwards about how he’s my son, yadda, yadda, yadda.” Tua giggled when you tried mimicking Jake’s voice. “We often fought about it but that was during the times where your father and I weren’t as close…

“Aawpok always hated it, how distant we were in the beginning. And I hated that he had to see that. He was sensitive and always fought for us to love each other someday.” You played with Tua’s little hairs on her head, blinking away tears. “I just wished he could’ve seen that it did come true. That his wishes were heard that he was heard. He would be so happy if he were here…my little sunshine boy.” You tickled her belly, earning another giggle from the toddler that made you smile despite your tears. “And my little moon girl.”

You hummed a quiet lullaby to her, stopping every now and then when your voice quivered just a bit. Eventually, Tua’s eyes began to droop until they closed and her breathing evened in a steady pattern.

And for a moment you pressed your ear against her chest without waking her, listening to her little heartbeat. You lied on your back then, closing your eyes to will the tears away.

It wasn’t until you felt a larger body wrap itself around you, did you finally open your eyes. You turned your head to find Jake was awake. He watched you as he always did, his larger hand coming up to caress your cheek, wiping away the tear stains as he did.

“Is she sleeping?” He asked quietly, sitting up just a bit to see her sleeping form.

“Mhm.” You responded, burying yourself further into his chest. He responded instantly, wrapping his arm around you while the other stayed with Neytiri.

He pressed a kiss against your hairline, “I miss him too.” He kissed your nose. “And I wish he was here, every waking day.”

You smiled up at him, “He was so much like you.”

A chuckle left his lips, “Yes but he was you all the same. I loved that about him. And I love that about you.”

You sat up slightly and leaned down to press a kiss against his lips, “I love you.”

“And I adore you.”

[eddiemunsons-missingnipple]

Dad!Eddie x Mom!Reader

Summary: You and Eddie take an evening drive with your little ones.

Warnings: none, just fluff and Eddie being Eddie.

A/n: another short cheesy dad!eddie fic.

Not proofread.

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Your Saturday mornings used to be filled with you and Eddie sleeping in until noon. Now it's the both of you chasing two little ones around the house trying to get them ready. Your job was to handle breakfast while he got the two of them dressed. Your son was the easiest to get ready if you offered him pancakes.

Your daughter, on the other hand, not so much if she wasn't allowed to wear her Megaera dress with her doc martens she's not doing it. You can faintly hear Eddie in the bedroom desperately trying to persuade her to wear warmer clothes.

"Come on, Lily, I'll get you and your brother McDonald's if you put on some warm clothes." He said, try to bribing her. Shaking her head and crossing her arms, she let out a very stern "no daddy." Stomping off to the kitchen.

You greeted her by picking Lily up and putting her in an eating chair across from her brother. Eddie follows behind not too long after. Sighing in defeat as he wraps his arms around you. He buries his face in the crook of your neck while you try to get everyone's breakfast ready.

"I see you lost that bribe."

"Nu uh, she'll cave eventually." He said, giving you a quick peck and helping set the table. You walk over with pancakes and start getting their plates ready. Lily always had to be seated next to Eddie. While James liked sitting next to you. The table was quiet except for a few burps here and there, both kids swinging their feet back and forth.

That is until your daughter speaks up. "Can you I have more syrup, please, Teddy?" She said, looking at Eddie. He looks at her, raising his eyebrows and chuckles.

"What did you call me?" He blinked a few times.

"I called you Teddy. That's what Mommy and Uncle Dusty call you." She said, taking a sip of milk.

"Sweat pea my name Eddie not Teddy." He corrected her. Well, he tried to correct her, but there is no use for that.

She's stubborn and always right. Eddie likes to say she gets that from you, but we all know that's the farthest thing from the truth. "No, it's Teddy."

"Okay." You laughed at his defeated look as he picked at his food. Your daughter wasn't giving him an easy time today.

One minute, she's very clingy with him. The next, she's pushing every button known to man. You were sure she was put on this earth to test him. Getting up from your seat, you take everyone's plates and start cleaning up before you all head out for a drive. You and Eddie used to love driving around listening to music, never knowing the next destination. Now that you have kids, you both decided to continue it, but as a family.

Eddie got the kids out of their chairs, and by some miracle, he was able to compromise with Lily about her clothes. She was able to wear her Megaera dress as long as she had tights on and a sweater. You knew the only reason she even agreed is because she remembered the bride Eddie gave her earlier. James, your son, on the other hand, had been ready since before breakfast. He wasn't an easy child either. He was the easiest to get ready because he knew he would be eating right after.

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You and Eddie pack the kids up in your car and head down the back roads of Hawkins. Your kids in the back singing along to their fathers choice of music. You with a book in your lap and a nice breeze blowing through your hair. Moments like these took the other stresses about parent life away. Poking your husband in the cheek slightly to grab his attention.

He laughs and playfully tries to bite your finger. "What's up?"

"I wanna kiss." You said, puckering your lips at him. He leans over and gives your mouth a quick peck. From the back of the car, you hear both kids in unison say, "Ewwww." Making you and Eddie laugh watching their little faces scrunch up.

"Teddy don't kiss mommy." Lily said from the back.

"My name is not Teddy baby, it's Eddie. Actually, it's Daddy." He corrected her, trying to stifle a laugh but failing.

Daddy, why do you have soooo many names? Mommy only has one." Your son spoke up with his small raspy voice.

Eddie shakes his head, and you pat him on the shoulder. "Daddy just has one name, and it's Daddy, okay?" You turned to them both. They nod their heads and go back to playing with their toys.

Eddie continues to drive until he gets to a main road heading for McDonald's. He is a man of his word. She put on warmer clothes. therefore, they both get a treat.

Pulling up to the drive-through, you and Eddie decided on a large fry to share while they both get happy meals. Your kids bounce around in excitement once they see two red boxes come through the window. The car smells like fresh chicken nuggets and fries. Lily and James make grabby hands for their food. Knowing them, they'll make a mess in the car, so it's best to wait until you get home to eat.

"Mmmm, these chicken nuggets smell good. Can I have one?" You teased them.

Your daughter was the first to speak up and say no, then your son joined. You playfully make a sad face, and Eddie decided to get back at them. Looking at them through the rear view mirror, he smirked to himself. While you were handing them each a fry. Eddie decided to plot something. Smacking his hand in a happy meal box, he pretends to grab a nugget.

"MMMM, I'm gonna eat all of your nuggets!!" He said in an exaggerated voice. Your kids start freaking out and begin to cry. Your son was the loudest while your daughter wasn't making a sound. Eddie continued to reach out a couple more times, pretending to eat their food. Lightly slapping him on his shoulder, making him stop.

"Eddie thats enough." You scolded him.

He stops and looks back at his two kids. James was the first to notice his dad was only playing, so he stopped throwing a tantrum. Lily, on the other hand, had her bottom lip poking out with tears streaming down her face. She hated it when he would play mean with them. The look on her face made Eddie's heart melt.

"Sweetie daddy was only playing." He cooed at her.

She wiped her puffy eyes and looked away from him. Not bothering to pay him any attention for the rest of the ride home. You look between all three of them laughing. You knew the rest of the night Eddie would try his hardest to win her over. She was wrapped around his finger, and it wouldn't take much convincing for her to forgive him.

Once you arrived home, both kids were fast asleep in the car. Only waking them up to eat and bath time. Eddie spent most of the night with them while you cleaned up. After their baths, they fell into their usual routine. Eddie would turn down the lights in their room, setting the mood up for their story times. You would listen from the other room as he would dramatically tell a story of wizards and dragons.

You'd hear crashing and pounding sometimes, but once you inspected what the noise was. You discovered both kids have tackled their dad to the floor as they beat him up with toy swords. They yelled in victory as they defeated whatever evil Eddie decided to play that night. After Eddie got them all tucked in and ready for bed, he made his way to you. Discovering, you were already lying down waiting for him. He runs to you and jumps into bed.

"I've missed you. " He said, pulling you into him.

"I missed you too. "

You laid there in eachothers arms for what felt like hours as your eyelids grow heavy. Eddie hums and shifts slightly. You can feel he has something on his mind again. But you don't say anything opting to stay silent until he's decided to speak up.

He hums again and squeezes you tighter. "I want another one." He said before finally drifting off to sleep. Your eyes bug out at his confession.

He has said this a few times before. You hope it was the sleep and mcdonalds talking. Sleep finally takes over you, too, eventually. Now you and Eddie lay there in eachothers arms sleeping soundly.

[starogeorgina]

Children of the dragon

Warnings: Incest

Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen × Targ oc

1.08

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“My wife is unviable at the moment.”

“I’ll wait.”

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rolling your eyes, you get to your feet.

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

—

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

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

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

[themotherofhorses]

you are the moon, i am the sun (i will not allow you to forget)

summary: when the battle is done, and you think you have won- don't dance on my grave just yet.

notes: just a small drabble that graced my mind earlier and made me go absolutely insane. lets call it a "what if" but with a twist.

masterlist

When Aemond One Eye took command of the Greens from his older, wastrel king brother and retook Harrenhal, he decided on a war trophy of his own, to take home in celebration and remembrance. She had to have been close to his age, mayhap a year younger, as she peered up at him with the loveliest lilac eyes.

A Targaryen bastard, he grinned, as he stared down at the girl huddled amongst the other ladies, clutching tightly the arm of another woman, an older wench with dark hair and green eyes.

The daughter of his nuncle, maybe. She had the same silver crown that tumbled around her shoulders and arms and a cute pout on her lips, though she was quick to tuck her face into the wench’s neck, shying away from the stare. The older woman mumbled something in her ear that Aemond could not hear. He did not care, though. “Have all the Strong men been rounded up in the courtyard?” he asked a nearby knight, who nodded.

“Good. Kill them all.”

And Aemond ignored the women that wept to that, and their many pleas and mercies for their husbands and sons. He stayed eyeing the pretty silver bastard, not minding the glare he was receiving from the woman next to her. He could have her head bashed against the wall if need be. “Who is your father?” He asked the girl. But she did not answer, and the wench stiffened and tightened her hold.

“You’re a bastard; that much is for sure.” He tilted his head. “I’ll ask yet again, who is your father?” he paused before adding, “Daemon Targaryen, my uncle? The gods and everyone else know he fucked every whore found across the realm.”

And when again she did not care to answer him, his patience grew short, and he caught her by the arm, yanking her up from the wench. They both cried out, and the dark-haired woman made an attempt to steal her back, though it was in utter vain, as she was pushed back down with a blade at her throat. Aemond laughed, and brought the girl close to his side.  

“I will not harm you, so let that ease any worries. I plan on taking back home a trophy, so I might remember this day well.” He looked down at her, at her cheekbones and lips and the curve of her nose and the black gown she wore, “-and you’ll make the prettiest one.”

It was decided, then. Aemond would spare this silver bastard’s life, and take her as his wife and bedmate instead. And before he left the room, he glanced down at the dark-haired wench, the woman who glared at him with such fire in her green eyes. “What is your name, woman?”  

“Alys Rivers,” she spit.

“Ah,” Aemond chuckled, “A bastard as well. You look like a Strong too. Perhaps I’m right?” She did not answer him either, and he took her silence as that he was right in that. He nodded, a small hum under his breath. “Let it be known that I carry no love for any of your ilk, trueborn or bastard.” With one last look thrown at the Strong bastard wench, he told the knight, “None of Strong blood is to be spared. I will be back, to make sure they are all dead and buried.”

So with a smile on his lips, and feeling quite content and proud of himself, Aemond One Eye threw his new woman over his shoulder and left Harrenhal. He would take her back to the Keep and wed her there, and not allow her out of his chambers until he was sure his son was seeded deep in her belly. Then he would return, to determine what would be next for Harrenhal.

As he carried his woman away, she lifted her head to meet Alys Rivers’ green eyes, perhaps for the final time.

I love you, she mouthed, with fat tears falling down her cheeks. I’m sorry.

I love you.

I love you.

But the rivers woman shook her head, and refused to say any sort of goodbye. Instead she smiled, and blew to her a small kiss.

There was no need for a goodbye, she told herself, as she watched the two leave, and the castle doors shut behind them. She would find her, and bring her home, but not before killing this Targaryen prince for daring to steal away her wife.

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Do you remember the asks I sent a while ago about how another hero would have risen faster if Zelda had let link die in the calamity and the new hero’s « imaginary friend » was the spirit of botw link acting as the companion for the new hero? And how it would make botw link’s family feel? Do you think you could write something with that?

(@wildsage00 @luckybyrdrobyn @artisticgamer)

There was chatter of a strange swordsman amongst the gossipers in Hateno.

Abel was wary of it. He didn't like when there was "exciting" news in Hateno. He preferred it when the village was quiet. It had been quiet for so long, any change in the status quo immediately put him on edge.

He could only handle so much these days. Hylia knew Lyra was enough of a handful.

It had been fifteen years since the Calamity. Fifteen years since he'd lost nearly everything, fifteen years since he'd failed in his duty as a knight, as a husband, and as a parent, fifteen years since he'd buried his soldiers, civilians, his father-in-law, his wife, and his son all within the span of a few weeks.

He still had never spoken of it since then.

In a way, it was foolish of him not to bring it up. Clearly Lyra was just as affected as him, and she had far more of her mother's temperament than his own. He handled the matter silently while she fell apart. He held her while she cried herself to sleep night after night, shivering from nightmares, begging him to make it better and find a way to bring her family back.

She'd stopped crying, after a while. He'd hoped it meant she was improving, but he knew better. His daughter's one saving grace was that both her parents were stubborn, and she had inherited that. It had been interesting, watching which child took after which parent and how they blended them together. Link had always been sensitive, and he had grown quiet under pressure, putting duty above all else like his father. Lyra had always been louder like her mother, understanding the importance of duty but always questioning it; despite this, she held much of her father in her, growing resistant, angry, driven, outright frightening in the face of pressure. She would rise to the challenge and destroy any obstacle in her way out of pure spite if she had to.

As the years had gone by, Lyra's stubbornness and anger came to a head in her adolescence, that horrid time when a desire to grow, naiveté to the world, and self centered viewpoint all mixed into a stubborn and emotional teenager who wouldn't listen.

Those years had been difficult. Abel and Lyra had fought many times, and he'd had to leave the village in search of her more often than he cared to recall. She'd been insistent on learning how to fight, on reclaiming Hyrule as if she could do so by herself, on picking up her brother's sword and killing Ganon singlehandedly.

Those years had... strained their relationship. But they were trying to rebuild. Abel had compromised, teaching her a little of how to fight. She patrolled the forest just outside of Hateno and fought off monsters. Every time she returned with excited tales of her victories his smile grew a little more. It was a fair arrangement, and it kept things quiet and peaceful.

Until the talk of a swordsman started.

Visitors to Hateno Village were a rarity. No one dared venture out of whatever safe haven they had found the first few years after the Calamity. Refugees trickled into town the first few years and Hateno could barely support them. It wasn't until close to a decade later that anyone dared explore once more, and that was when word spread of the dangers of travelers. Strangers were watched warily these days.

Abel washed some dirt off his hands by the pond as he listened to some women gossiping. He heard feet shuffling and glanced to see Uma, one of the village teenagers, approaching him.

"Sir Abel, Mom says there's a swordsman in town," she noted.

Abel hummed noncommittally in acknowledgement.

"Have you seen him?" Uma continued gently.

Abel sighed. Uma was one of the chattier kids in the village, and she found events outside of Hateno fascinating. Naturally, she gravitated towards those who had any sort of experience with the rest of the world, so Abel had been victim to her interrogations in the past. An exciting visitor was definitely likely to pique her interest. "No. And you'd best be careful about him."

Uma gave a small pout, nodding a little in acknowledgement before asking, "Do you know where Lyra is?"

As a matter of fact, Abel did not know. Given the current excitement buzzing through town, he probably should look for her. "No."

"Oh. Ok. Can I get you anything before I go, Sir Abel?"

Abel paused from drying his hands on his tunic. The question was spoken innocently from the lips of a child who didn't know any better, but its origin was something he didn't care to think about.

Hateno Village was not a large place. Everyone knew everyone. They had all known Abel and his family, they had all seen Link walk through town to get home with a legendary blade on his back. Though many didn't know the happenings of Hyrule, word spread of the Hero of Hyrule, the Princess' Champion, and his role in destiny. Just before the Calamity it had gotten bad enough that Link no longer spoke in to anyone in the village and barely uttered a word in the safety of his family's home. When everything had fallen apart...

Well. Abel didn't care for the way people looked at him. Most did so with pity. Some with curiosity, eager to hear what had actually happened. The mayor had been kind enough to prevent any sort of interrogation. Over the years the concern and nosiness had transferred to their children. Uma was a kind soul from a kind family, and had clearly been told that Abel was in need of help, and so she always offered when she could.

He hated it.

"No," he answered quietly, and the teenager traipsed off, likely in search of Lyra, unbothered by his short responses.

Sighing, the world weary man turned and nearly ran into yet another teenager, though he immediately realized this one was not from the village. Based on the boy's dark complexion and black hair, he looked like he could be from Lurelin Village, one of the few remaining hamlets in the entire country. He was built strong; though short in stature, his muscles were apparent, sculpted from training though still softened by youth. He wore garb from the fishing village, all the more confirmation to Abel, and, as suspected based on the rumors, he had a sword on his back alongside multiple travel supplies.

Abel watched the boy warily. He hadn't expected the swordsman to be this young, but he still didn't trust him. What was he doing here, anyway?

"Um... hi," the teenager said, shifting in place awkwardly. "I... heard that girl--Uma? She... she called you Sir Abel. Are you Sir Abel?"

"What do you want?" Abel asked, crossing his arms and staring the boy down.

The teenager shriveled a little under his gaze before glancing to his right, staring at something for a moment. He took a shaky breath, his hazel eyes darting back to Abel for a moment.

Something about this kid was off.

"My... I..." the kid tried awkwardly, and then gave a sharp bow. "Sorry! I'll leave now!"

With that, the boy rushed by him, heading for the village inn. Abel watched him go, hackles less raised than before as he grew bemused.

XXX

The inn was really nice. Like, much nicer than the one back home. Of course, he guessed more people came here. Hateno was more centrally located. Maybe that was it.

Link didn't know. All he knew was this place was so big and overwhelming. He missed home.

After paying for a place to rest, he dragged his feet upstairs, thankful that he had the place to himself. Then he looked hesitantly to his right. "I'm... I'm sorry. He's... I..."

"It's okay," came the always quiet voice as the Hero reappeared, eyes downcast. "He can be intimidating."

Link watched his companion worriedly. The Fallen Hero often had an air of sadness to him, but he usually tried to hide it behind a neutral face or a small smile. Today had been a nerve wracking day for both of them - as soon as he'd been given this new task he'd seen the tension in his companion increase, and he'd spoken even less.

"You said he was the captain of the guard," Link offered with a shrug, trying to cheer him up and also trying to figure this out. "I mean... captains sound intimidating."

The Hero huffed a little, not commenting, still gazing somewhere far beyond where Link could reach. He wondered if it had to do with the Hero's guilt. Link had seen his friend through the years, playing with him, and as he'd grown older the visits had been fewer and far between until the Hero had finally admitted his true destiny with reluctance. He had apologized, stating that the fault was his own, but had promised to be with him every step of the way. Link had found what answers he could from his family and his village, but not much was known about the Hero of Hyrule except that he, alongside all the other Champions, had been killed.

Link supposed the true issue, then, was that the Hero's guilt made him think that he had failed the captain of the royal guard. After all, he had been tasked with protecting not just Hyrule, but the princess specifically. Now she was trapped in the castle.

This entire side quest was... terrifying to Link. He had been traveling with his friend for a good while now, but after many battles and growing in strength, the Hero had said they needed to find Sir Abel, who would be able to help him find the legendary sword that they would need to defeat Ganon. That had led them to Hateno Village.

The idea of taking the mantle of Hero had not quite sunk in until he'd realized that once he accepted that sword, he accepted his destiny. Having to do so was already weighing heavily on him... having to speak to such a scary looking man didn't help.

He kind of looked like his friend, though. That was weird.

"I'll talk to him, I promise," Link said as he sat on the bed. "I just... need to come up with a good way to approach him. Got any tips?"

The Hero hugged himself, looking opposite of Link.

Well, great. His friend was really upset about this. Link sighed. "Hey. It's... don't feel bad about... him. The Calamity destroyed the entire country and killed all the Champions. You know that it's... it's okay, right?"

He'd been trying to have this conversation for a while now. It was obvious his companion bore the weight of the entire Calamity on his shoulders. He'd tried dancing around the subject, thanking him for his help, saying he was great fun to be around. It had been complicated at first - he'd wondered if the Hero had befriended him as a child just to manipulate him into doing his duty when he was older. But he knew this person - he knew the reason he'd befriended him was out of shame, not some devious ulterior motive. So he'd been trying to cheer him up, because any joy he'd seen in his friend had slowly drained out of him as their quest had progressed.

The Hero looked back at him, face stony.

Link huffed. "It's okay. I wouldn't expect you to stop an entire freaking army of guardians. They look really creepy."

"You haven't faced one yet."

"Yeah, yeah, so I don't know how strong they are, whatever," Link said dismissively. "They still look freakishly strong."

"That's why I've told you stay away from Central Hyrule."

"Okay, but like, there were a million of them at the fort on the way here."

The Hero grew silent.

"Did... did Sir Abel fight them?" Link asked hesitantly. When he got no response, he sighed. "We'll figure it out, okay? I'll get the sword."

"Please," his friend suddenly said. "Don't... don't try to do this for me. I don't want you to do this for me."

"You want me to do it for Hyrule?"

"I want you to choose to do it."

"I already did," Link answered immediately. "I chose this. And I'll, uh... choose to maybe try some of the local food and go fishing before I get near that guy again."

His companion chuckled, a rare smile pulling at his lips. "I'll think of a way you can approach him in the meantime."

"Great! You think about it so I don't have to," Link chirped happily, hopping to his feet. "Maybe we can talk at dinner?"

"You know I can't maintain my form that long."

"Breakfast?"

His companion pointed outside the window, and Link slowly walked to it. This was another trial, wasn't it?

"Get the spirit orb from the shrine," the Hero instructed. "I'll meet you after that."

"Spirit orb. Got it." Link nodded, turning to smile only to find himself alone in the room. He felt a little cold and empty all of a sudden, sad and lonely, but he tried to shake it off. He wished his friend could just stay with him, but he guessed it took work being a spirit in a land of... not spirits.

Link looked back outside, catching sight of the knight he was supposed to talk to. The man was wandering by the inn, throwing a wary glance its way. The fisherman gulped.

Later. He'd deal with it later. It was time to relax for the day, and then defeat the shrine in the morning so he could talk to his companion.

They'd figure this out together, like they always did.

[crying-fantasies]

What Am I To You?

Different kinds of love: JJBA edition.

Synopsis: How they saw you, did they love you? Did they only liked you as a friend? Did they at least noticed?

Warnings: Heart breakdown, Unrequited feelings, character´s death, spoilers

Jonathan Joestar

The one that held you dearly and loved but not in a romantic way

- Both born from noble families with business involved, both born with a golden spoon on the mouth.

- Jonathan was always the kind and golden star child that everyone knew that was going to have only happiness in his life, you were the crashed little girl with a pompous dress bigger than your body that maybe was going to be a beauty because you were little and for your lineage.

-Then you weren't as beautiful as other expected and Jonathan was what everyone expected.

- He was there for you when the other kids were cruel, he was there for you when your mother didn't show the same care and attention that she showed your sisters, all great beauties, or your father with your brother.

- He was there for you, low and below, in those tender and hard years of childhood.

- Jonathan was bounded to someone, you learned that from a book, for every prince there was a princess, he had a princess somewhere.

- So, with your 6 year old self, you wished him good luck with his love while your love and heart were buried underground by your own tiny hands to spare you a bigger pain in the future, just like the books said: princess were beautiful, gentle and sweet, you were nothing like that description.

- It did help when a certain blond girl appeared, Jonathan was in cloud nine after been with her only for a day, meanwhile you only cleaned the new revolver that you father gifted you the other day.

- And then there were some... strange events that you didn't even have the energy to try to give a proper reason, but in the bat of the eye Jonathan was already married and boarding a cruise to his honeymoon with his loved wife.

"I'm worried about you" he was always so concerned for you, from the moment you got your first gun to the moment you survived all the strange events.

"You are only gone for a few weeks, I will survive" you never told him that you have been recently seen a man, the son of a business partner of your father on Norway, he was decent, he was kind and funny to be with, sometimes kind of strange when he was talking to a wall with that curious red book on his hands.

- You wanted to invite him to your wedding, be the best man of your groom if possible, because he wasn't a social person but you knew that they would get along.

- You were the first one to be there to welcome Erina when she finally arrived to the port, a baby in her arms and another on her womb.

- You promised to Jonathan's empty coffin that you and your husband would help her to overcome all.

Joseph Joestar

The one that was too late to notice

- You didn't have much options to be honest, Joseph was always on the top of the world and he used it to his benefit in some occasions.

- You were born the same year in the same household, both of your grannies best friends, the Joestar household was warm, something interesting to do at any time because 1) Joseph always had this strange never ending energy inside of him and he always put the both of you on trouble, 2) you always had the red magical book of your grandfather, sometimes he would lend it to you or it would appear on your hands from thin air when you wanted it, 3) your big imaginary friend was always there for you doing metal trinkets.

"You are seriously a weird one" Joseph was such a pest sometimes, specially when he caught you with some strange little metallic thing on hands and saying thank you to the nothing.

"Says the guy who uses some kind of weird magic to open a soda"

"Ripple, it's called ripple!" How strange that such a name was on your grandfather's book, with something related to the sun and other things that you didn't understand.

- One thing lead to other, before you noticed you and Joseph were in Italy and you saw the handsomest man that you have ever seen.

"He is hot" it was a mere whisper, but Joseph heard it, he thought that you were talking about him and his new outfit, he did a weird pose in order to still had your attention, but he noticed that your eyes weren't on him.

- You were seeing that Italian bubble guy bastard jerk of Caesar.

"You are a crazy woman with bad taste!" He was so loud, you turned red in a moment, even more when the blond guy looked at the both of you.

- Joseph wasn't aware of his feelings for you, Erina was exasperated by this, "I will never have great-grandkids at this rate", she would feel her blood pressure worsening when she noticed her grandson flirting with other girls when he literally had you at his right reading that red book.

- Joseph didn't take it well.

- When he was finally aware that maybe you were kind of attractive you were seeing another person, it was one of Caesar's friends, before you even noticed you both were on each other hands, hearts and mind.

- If Caesar was a womanizer, this guy was worse, why did you have such a terrible taste on men?

"Caesarino, you...!"

"JoJo, stop doing a fuss, it's normal for mature people to fall in love"

- Caesar smiled at him, showing proudly at you and the other guy in a little trattoria near the port, kissing, Joseph shouted bloody murder the entire way back to the island, Lisa Lisa throw them both to the pit.

"This is all your fault!"

"Promise me that the both of you will take care of each other"

- You were in some kind of honeymoon phase, Joseph was disgusted and didn't even try to hide it, not even the disgusted expression on his face everytime that he saw the young man that was constantly trying to make you fall deeper on his hold.

"I don't like that guy"

"Joseph, the one that needs to like him is me"

- He would accept it, you were sure, he just needed some time.

"Don't worry, I assure you that JoJo will be fine, idiots don't die easily"

"Caesar, you...!"

- It broke your heart when Joseph appeared later with that singular headband on hand.

-Joseph was there for you when you started to cry due to your broken heart.

-Then you also lost Joseph, who was always there for you from the very first moment of your life.

- Your grandparents, granny Erina, Smokey, Messina and Lisa Lisa were there for you when you were alone, heart broken and pregnant, with a child whose father was simply missing.

- And then Joseph appeared out of nowhere, shouting at Suzi, his wife, and then at you.

"How come that you are pregnant?!"

"How come that you didn't contact anyone?, more importantly, how come I wasn't a maid of honor?!"

- Joseph helped you with your kid, and he also helped when your first grandchild started to use that same strange Hamon thing that he and Caesar did, could it be associated to the fact that your child married someone of the Zeppeli family?

- He was so confident that your son, from another marriage, would marry Holy when they were older.

- He shouted bloody murder when Holy appeared with her japanese boyfriend, a ring on her finger, while your son with his own special other gave the news that they were expecting a baby.

- Your grandma once told you that Joseph would pay some kind of karma in the future and Granny Erina nodded besides her in agreement while drinking angrily her tea.

- He helped to raise your kids and all your grandchildren.

"Granny Erina once told me that your Grandma helped us a lot, it's no problem"

- He was there for your grandchildren, maybe because his own was too far away back in Japan, spoiling your grandkids rotten instead.

- And, years later, when he and Suzi had a trip to Egypt, Avdol was introduced in your life.

"I can see that you have a great spirit Madame" not knowing of what was he talking about you only nodded, before seeing some kind of fire dinosaur man standing behind the young man.

- Joseph didn't understand shit.

- And then he did when out of nowhere he got one and could finally see your so famous 'imaginary friend', your monster looking imaginary friend with all it's twisted fangs and metallic like skin glory.

"OH MY GOOOOD-" anyway, he stopped calling you crazy altogether.

- Then, without many notice he took one of your grandkids and got to Japan, when you finally noticed what was happening you were already with Suzi and Holy waiting for them, you almost killed him again when you saw your grandkid with so many healing scars and other open wounds, possibly a psychological trauma!

- Years passed, and before you knew you were already in your moment.

- Joseph was there for you, that brat that put you in so many troubles that almost got you killed, he was there since your first moment when your grannies put the two together in the same crib and now he was there for you, holding your hand firmly when you left the world of the living.

- Even without you there, Joseph was still looking after your family.

- He was so sure that you would have loved Josuke and Shizuka, but you would also try to kill him again because of him being involved in an affair.

"You know? You look so much like your grandparent, it's cute" he acted senile in front of the youngest of your grandkids and they always bought his act, or maybe he wasn't acting?

- Sometimes he could be day dreaming about your youngest grandkid getting married to his son Josuke.

Jotaro Kujo

The one that choose to try for a normal life over you but failed

- You only knew that grandpa Joseph had a grandson.

"He must be around your age" he would say while helping you with your Hamon, you were nowhere near him or his ability, but a little ripple was better than nothing.

- Meeting Jotaro, such a guy with an aura that screamed cool to even you would recognize at the second, was life changing.

- Seeing his Stand almost made you faint.

- When you were a kid only your grandma believed you when you told her about the strange ghost that was near you, after meeting Avdol you understood that said ghost was a part of you.

- Jotaro was so strong in more than one way.

- Even when everything was in the worst state possible Jotaro would be the MVP of you all, he almost didn't make it many times, but he was proudly standing at the end of the day.

"Now I can say that I know you since we were kids" both of you and Polnaref were kids a few minutes ago due to another Stand user, Jotaro only said his usual line before leaving you alone.

- Jotaro was always so cool that you almost forgot that he was human, someone that had flaws, you saw him as someone perfect.

- But no one was perfect, you weren't perfect, you were late and you were weak, and who were dear to you were already gone when you only caught your breath.

- The nightmare that Dio was in your book felt short to the real deal.

- You returned home, wounded physically and emotionally, but to the warm arms of your family were there for you.

- You and Jotaro were closed to others most of the time after that, but it could be said that you were closed together.

- Grandpa Joseph was happy when you told him that you liked Jotaro.

- You tried to make him fall in love with you, it worked, just to some extent, sometimes the both of you would go out on dates, or you felt them as dates, you would talk and laugh, he would listen to you and smile in rare occasions.

- Two Stand users in the same place always lead to trouble, not even once your dates were spared by others, Jotaro was still strong, he was invincible.

- He looked troubled when you used your stand, so you stopped using it.

- Then Jotaro got his things and got himself on college, he was in his own world while you always tried to be in contact.

- Jotaro told you that he wasn't ready to be in a relationship yet, so he left you in the nothing, trying to ask him what you did wrong, what you could do to improve, but he didn't say another word to you for almost a year.

- What you got after that year of radio silence was the news that he was already with another girl, they were getting married and she was already pregnant.

- The picture that you had of the perfect Jotaro of your teenage years was crushed to pieces.

- You didn't attend his wedding, only a few people were invited and you weren't among them, you tried to put distance.

- Your little sibling wasn't aware of that and was still attached to the idea of the perfect Jotaro that you put in their mind, about how incredible the Joestar family was, they didn't know a thing so you couldn't be angry at them.

- Surprisingly Jotaro was good to them, but you were worried that he spent more time with your sibling than with his own new family.

- You needed to interrupt in Morioh when Grandpa Joseph called you, already a police officer, to help his grandson and son, it was still complicated, to caught a serial killer.

- It was so silent when the both of you were on the same room alone.

"It's good to see you" he was the first one to talk, quite the shock to be honest.

"I guess" it was so strange to talk to him again.

- it wasn't so bad at the end of the day, Josuke was a great and sweet boy, you were trying to adapt to the little town, before you knew it a position in the police department of Morioh was open to you.

- You decided to stay there.

- Jotaro looked at you as if you grew another head when you told him that you weren't returning with them, chosing to stay in Morioh and live there.

- There were good and strange things, worthy enough to be around a little longer.

"Why are you shoplifting if you are a recognized mangaka?"

"Because the experience is what I need!"

- There was interesting and crazy people around that you liked and wanted to know better.

"Are you sure that you want to stay here?" In the past those eyes made you weak on the legs, now they made you the strongest to stand by yourself.

"I'm sure" Jotaro didn't say anything back, he just smiled before saying his usual line.

- It was the first time in years that the both of you smiled at each other.

- It wasn't fair, but when your son was old enough Jotaro re appeared yet again at the door of your house, saying that it was better if he trained your kid with his Stand, you wanted to ask him what in hell he was doing in Morioh when his daughter just got out of the correctional.

- It wasn't fair, but neither you or Rohan could do something with your kid's Stand, so Jotaro took Rei with him to the Speed Wagon Foundation.

- You didn't knew many things from him since then, only your son returning home from time to time and telling you that Jotaro said "hi".

Josuke Higashikata

The one that didn't notice before it was shoved right at his face

- You arrived to Morioh with your backpack full to the brim, your red book on hand and a first aid kit on the other.

- Jotaro looked at you before saying his usual phrase, you packed everything that you could get your hands on, like you were going to the war, and maybe you were, that being one of the reasons that Jotaro didn't liked the idea of bringing you with him.

"Don't you worry, Mister Jotaro, I'm ready"

- You read about every adventure of the Joestar family in your red book, which everyone knew at that point that was a Stand, such heroic acts that filled your mind as a child, dreaming for the day that you would live the same some day.

- Learning that there was no Joestar of your age that would give you adventures like your grandparent and elder sibling almost killed you when you were a kid, but out of nothing, and some sensible topic that the adults didn't let you heard, now there was one.

- A boy of your age, being tall as far as you knew was obviously a trait of the Joestar family.

- When you met Josuke you expected some kind of incredible explosion on the background, but there he was, after Jotaro said that it was okay to finally meet each other, trying to accommodate his strange hair style before saying hello.

"Good afternoon, my name is Higashikata Josuke, it's a pleasure"

- By the way that he said it you thought that his first name was Higashikata and Josuke his last name.

- The cultural shock is real.

- Josuke was way too normal for a Joestar, every move from him made you consult your book to see if this was something that a Joestar could do or like.

- Another point of importance, at least for you, was the fact that Josuke apparently wasn't aware of what having Joestar's blood on his veins meant at all.

"That water is muddy, you don't know what is in there!" He tried to stop you, but you simply got along and followed Mister Jotaro by the muddy path without thinking twice, Josuke was on the verge of a mental break down.

- You almost knocked Crazy Diamond out with your Stand when Josuke said, jokingly, that he didn't believe what your red book said because it talked about vampires.

- Okuyasu would talk constantly about you and Josuke, not exactly to put you in an embarrassing position but being near to Koichi and with his girlfriend possibly around every corner in the street made you sweat quite a lot.

"I feel killing intentions near me..."

"Oh, I will bring Josuke right away!"

- Things got pretty weird before you even noticed, and you finally got your so awaited adventure, it was funny (not really), you were always on edge and finally the first lost almost got all your breath away.

- Jotaro was there to say some good things to you, or at least he tried.

- It was ironic that Josuke and his "normal" self were the ones that could give some kind of tranquility at the moment.

- Josuke was a good boy, he didn't deserve nothing of this, but yet again, he had the Joestar family blood on him and you started to see that as some kind of bad thing.

- You were able to finally be put on the red book when everything ended, the names of your friends were there, also the people that you lost, it wasn't good, it wasn't bad, but it was what it was and you couldn't change it.

"You know, Josuke should take you to eat something good one of these days before we go back home"

"Shut up, you old man!"

- And then you had that problem.

"I swear, back in my days a true man would take the person they liked to at least drink a tea or to the cinema, Josuke, being young isn't eternal, before you know it they are going to be married off to someone else!"

"Like I said, shut up!"

"I want to see my grandkids at least before I die!"

- Apparently Grandpa Joseph finally lost his last sanity, and there was also...

"What? Your older sibling and Rohan?!"

"Don't tell Grandpa Joseph, he is going to have a stroke, he still wants to be matchmaker and get them married to Mister Jotaro even when he is already married"

"Jotaro-san is married?!"

"Yeah, with a little kid" You broke Josuke that day.

- At the end, you returned home with Grandpa Joseph, Mister Jotaro and baby Shizuka.

- No one knew that Josuke talked to you in private before returning.

"I know this place" he started to say while you were reading the red book on your hands, your gaze drifted to him, his ears tinted pink, he was looking everywhere except you with a hand on his neck like it wasn't a big deal, "It's a good one, it's Italian food, the real deal... I think?" he was already saying any word that passed his mind at that point, "You are part Italian, right? I've never eaten that before back there but I can say that the restaurant is good, but if you don't like it then-"

"I would love to" you weren't looking at him, glued to your book, but he smiled anyway.

- Josuke carried your survival backpack all the way.

- He didn't tell you that your eyes would be drained of any tears when you got a gulp of water.

- Both of you still had many adventures ahead.

Giorno Giovanna

For him, you are the love that got away

- You were muscle, you were no brain, you would punch him in the face.

- You didn't even knew that Giorno was a Joestar, you ended up on Italy after reading your red book, seeing different places that were depicted on those pages.

- It could be said that Giorno found you that day, when he was in the streets with some kind of strange lighter in hand.

- One thing lead to another, Giorno saw that you had a good Stand, he added you to his side because you would be of use at some point, you needed the money that he got to extend your trip.

- No one was warm to you or Giorno, at least you weren't associated with them so they didn't do shit to you, maybe it was related to the fact that your Stand almost killed someone that tried to grab your body in the streets, Golden Experience was also at the call but your stand was faster.

- Giorno was feeling funny when he saw the man imploring mercy already on the floor and you with your angry face that didn't even change.

- Narancia was the only one that didn't realize that Giorno was quite literally blooming flowers around him when you were beating the shit out of someone, it was quite the contrast to see Giorno there with so many flowers and then be colored by the blood of your victims.

- But Giorno decided that it wasn't the moment, everything had a time, so when the time comes he would ask you out directly.

- You were merciless, so when you put two plus two you were nothing but direct.

"One day I will meet someone, we will live incredible adventures"

"That sounds promising" He wasn't sure if you were referring to some kind of destined pair, because you didn't look as someone that believed in those old stories, so he just thought that you believed in some kind of love, he could be that person with a little more of work.

- You thought that he and Mista had something when you and Narancia saw them in quite a loud intercourse.

- Mista denied it to death when you asked, Giorno flushed and looked at you like a lady being questioned by her lover.

"Were you mad?" He was doing a pose that had his hand covering his mouth and his pink cheeks, looking at you like he was expecting something.

"I'm getting mad right now because you are so cringe!" And the expectations in his eyes dried.

- Most of the guys were at the limit with Giorno trying to be suave around you, Bruno believed that it was cute being so young again but with the things that Giorno was already involved he knew that this wouldn't last.

- He was right.

- You finally got something, your book finally showed you information that would help.

- At some point you crossed paths with someone that was noted as "Trish's father, DopiolovaiD, passed by your side" it was strange, but it was something, it was important!

- Before you noticed someone was behind your back, but you could see Narancia's stand near, you put your red book on it and it flew away.

- You were muscle, you were strong, they needed time, you would give them so much time as far as you could.

- The book arrived safely, but it didn't last long.

- You died that day, the red book gone from Giorno's hands and turning to ashes, that was the moment that Giorno knew that you were most likely dead already and he couldn't do anything to stop it or reverse it.

- From then on, Giorno got what he wanted but also lost too much, he did everything he could, he contacted your family and gave the news.

- Giorno loved you dearly, he still does, it pains him greatly, his heart got broken and his clothes reflected his mourning, because he now was on the top, he couldn't let his enemies see that he was still an "emotional kid" that couldn't let go of the dead.

[isadomna]

Isabel of Castile, First Duchess of York

Isabel was the third of four children of King Pedro I, also known as Pedro the Cruel, who ruled the Crown of Castile from 1350. Her mother was the vivacious and intelligent Maria de Padilla, often described as Pedro's mistress. In 1361, when Isabel was only six, her mother died. The following year, Pedro declared that he and Maria had been lawfully married before he was forced to espouse his estranged French wife, Blanche of Bourbon, who was by then also dead, some said murdered by her husband. His claim of an earlier marriage was subsequently endorsed by the Cortes, thus legitimising Pedro's children by Maria. Pedro was killed by his illegitimate half-brother and deadly enemy Enrique of Trastámara in March 1369. Trastámara became King Enrique II of Castile.

Isabel accompanied her elder sister Constanza to England, and married Edmund of Langley, son of Edward III and Philippa of Hainault, in 1472 at Wallingford, as part of a dynastic alliance in furtherance of the Plantagenet claim to the crown of Castile. Isabel was only 16 or 17 to Edmund’s 31, and brought him no lands or income or even the promise of such because her sister Constanza – who married Edmund’s elder brother John of Gaunt as his second wife – was their father’s heir. John and Constanza spent many years trying unsuccessfully to claim her late father’s throne from her illegitimate half-uncle Enrique of Trastamara, while Edmund and Isabel were required to give up any claims to the kingdom of Castile and were not compensated.

As a result of her marriage, Isabel became the first of a total of eleven women who became Duchess of York. She was appointed a Lady of the Garter in 1379. In their twenty years of marriage, the Duke and Duchess of York had three children:

Edward of Norwich, Duke of York

Constance

Richard of Conisburgh, Earl of Cambridge

Contemporary sources suggest that Edmund and Isabel were an ill-matched pair and their relationship was a rocky one, with Isabel accused of having an affair with John Holland, Duke of Exeter and half-brother to Richard II. The affair is believed to have started as early as 1374 and likely continued for a decade. As a result of her indiscretions, Isabel left behind a tarnished reputation. The chronicler Thomas Walsingham considered her to have somewhat loose morals.

John Holland has also been suggested as the real father of Isabel’s youngest son, Richard of Conisburgh, who was the grandfather of Edward IV and Richard III. The fact that his father Edmund of Langley and brother Edward, both, left him out of their wills has fuelled this theory. However, leaving a son out of your will was not entirely unusual, and Richard had died when his brother made his will.

Isabel of Castile died in December 1392 at the age of about 37 and was buried at Langley Priory in Hertfordshire. In her will, Isabel left items and gifts of money to close relatives by blood or marriage, and to numerous servants of hers, men and women. Isabel referred to Edmund of Langley as her "very honoured lord and husband of York", and left him all her horses, all her beds including the cushions, bedspreads, canopies and everything else that went with them, her best brooch, her best gold cup, and her "large primer". Isabel named King Richard II as her heir, requesting him to grant her younger son, Richard, an annuity of 500 marks. Isabel left nothing at all to her older sister Constanza, duchess of Lancaster, and failed even to mention her. Isabel doesn't forget John Holland in her will, at this time married to Elizabeth of Lancaster, John of Gaunt's daughter.

About 11 months later her widower married Joan Holland, niece of Isabel's supposed lover, John Holland. In another bizarre family twist, it was Joan’s brother, Edmund Holland, Earl of Kent, who had an affair – and an illegitimate daughter – with Constance of York, the daughter of Edmund and Isabel. In Edmund’s own will of 1400 he requested burial ‘near my beloved Isabele, formerly my consort.’  Despite Isabel of Castile's bad reputation and supposedly having been involved in a court scandal that humiliated her husband, Edmund seems to have felt great affection for her as demonstrated by his willingness to rest eternally with Isabel and not with his second wife.

Source:

[lunardragon00]

The Heir (Choi San x OC)

Masterlist

Genre: Fantasy , Lord!San x Princess!OC

Words: 6774

Warning: funeral scene // suggestive themes // character deaths

Authors Note: Back with another update, it is finally the moment I have been waiting to release. I hope you guys enjoy this chapter as much as I did writing it.

Chapter Six --> Chapter Seven --> Chapter Nine

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔈𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱: 𝔈𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔣 𝔄𝔪𝔟𝔦𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫

The sky is painted with vibrant hues of orange and pink, casting a warm glow over the landscape. As the sun dips below the horizon, its fading light creates a breathtaking spectacle, illuminating the clouds with fiery colors. Amidst the tranquil beauty of the sunset, the rhythmic sound of waves crashing against the rocky shores echoes through the air. Each wave carries with it a sense of timeless power, a reminder of the enduring force of nature against the backdrop of the majestic castle perched atop the cliffs.

Hana stood above her father's body, her husband Wooyoung by her side, a solemn expression etched on both their faces as they gazed down at the form of the once-mighty king who now lay in peaceful repose. Hana reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she brushed a lock of hair away from her father's forehead. She felt a rush of memories flood her mind—moments shared, lessons learned, the bond between father and daughter that had weathered the trials of time.

Wooyoung placed a comforting hand on Hana's shoulder, offering silent support as they stood together in quiet contemplation, honoring the memory of the king who had shaped their lives in ways both profound and lasting. Her brothers dragon, Valarys, stood off in the corner. Next to him was her own dragon Noctis. The dragons exhibited signs of restlessness, their instincts attuned to the emotional turmoil of their riders. Despite their formidable presence, they couldn't help but mirror the unease that permeated the air. Their towering forms shifted subtly, their eyes darting with a mix of concern and vigilance, a silent acknowledgment of the somber moment unfolding around them.

There were speeches given about the King, many applauding his peaceful reign and how it saddened them that he was gone. Lords and Ladies from all over shared their condolences, Hana heard them all but did not care to truly listen. As the closing prayers came from the maestor, she knew it was time. Hongjoong stepped forward, leaving his wife and sons side and ordered Valarys to approach. With a gentle squeeze of her hand, Wooyoung offered Hana the silent support she needed in that moment of profound loss. His touch was a lifeline amidst the sea of emotions that threatened to engulf her, a reminder that she was not alone in her grief.

"You do not have to watch." He whispered to her. Hana turned to meet Wooyoung's gaze, his words cutting through the solemn atmosphere like a gentle breeze. In his eyes, she found a flicker of understanding, a silent reassurance that she was not obligated to endure the weight of their sorrow alone. With a grateful nod, Hana acknowledged his offer, her heart swelling with gratitude for his unwavering support. Though the sight of Valarys and the solemn rituals of farewell tugged at her heartstrings, she knew that she did not have to bear the burden of her grief alone. "Valarys" She heard Hongjoong command, watching his dragon approach her father's body.

"drakarys" As the command echoed through the somber air, Hana felt the weight of impending farewell pressing down upon her. The word, sharp and resolute, sliced through the silence, heralding the final departure of her father's spirit to the realm beyond. Feeling the warmth of Wooyoung's embrace enveloping her, Hana sought refuge in his comforting presence, seeking solace amidst the tumult of emotions that threatened to overwhelm her fragile resolve. She buried her face against his chest, seeking refuge from the heart-wrenching sight unfolding before them. With each breath, each gentle stroke of his hand against her back, she found a lifeline amidst the tempest of grief, a silent reassurance that she was not alone in her sorrow.

As Valarys obeyed his master's command, unleashing a torrent of flame that consumed the physical vessel of her father, Hana closed her eyes, shutting out the sight of devastation as tears mingled with the silent whispers of farewell. In the midst of her overwhelming sorrow, Hana felt as though the weight of the world had descended upon her shoulders, crushing her beneath the burden of her grief. The loss of her father, a towering figure in her life, echoed the ache of previous wounds, reopening the scars left by the absence of her mother.

As tears streamed down her cheeks, each droplet a testament to the depth of her anguish, Hana found herself adrift in a sea of memories, each one a poignant reminder of the love she had lost. The echoes of her parents' laughter, the warmth of their embrace, lingered like ghosts in the corridors of her heart, haunting her with their bittersweet presence.

Amidst the tempest of her emotions, Hana clung to the fragments of her shattered resolve, seeking solace in the embrace of her husband's unwavering support. In his embrace, she heard footsteps approach them, boots heavy as they touched the ground. Wooyoung lifted his head, acknowledging the approaching figure, while Hana remained lost in her grief, unaware of the presence drawing near.

Sensing the solemnity of the moment, Wooyoung intercepted the newcomer with a subtle shake of his head, a silent signal that now was not the time. The figure acquiesced, retreating with a heaviness in each step. Unaware of the identity of the visitor or the exchange that had transpired, Hana remained cocooned in her sorrow, her tears a silent testament to the depth of her loss. In the embrace of her husband's comforting arms, she found solace from the tumult of emotions swirling around her, finding refuge in the warmth of their shared sorrow.

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As Hongjoong stood alongside Arya and their young son Joon, the weight of grief bore down upon him like a leaden cloak. Each passing moment seemed to stretch into eternity as they awaited their esteemed guests, all gathered to pay their final respects to his father. In the quiet moments between, Hongjoong's mind raced with a torrent of questions and uncertainties. What would happen next, now that his father was gone? How long would he have to mourn before the weight of kingship fell upon his shoulders? Despite the tumult of thoughts that swirled within him, he found solace in the presence of his cherished family, their unwavering support a beacon of light amidst the darkness of his grief.

As Seonghwa approached, a comforting presence amidst the somber gathering, Hongjoong felt a sense of relief wash over him. Among their circle of friends, Seonghwa had always been a steadfast companion, a source of strength and support during the most trying of times. Seonghwa hailed from House Park of Rosethorn, a place of unparalleled beauty and natural splendor. The lush greenery that adorned the landscape, the vibrant fields of blooming flowers—it was a sight to behold, a testament to the bounty of nature that flourished within the fertile lands of Rosethorn. Despite the allure of its picturesque surroundings, Hongjoong couldn't deny his discomfort with the region's humid climate. While he appreciated the beauty of Rosethorn, the oppressive humidity proved to be a challenge for him, limiting his visits to shorter durations.

"My prince-" He bowed. Hongjoong bowed his head as well, a sign of respect between the two men.

"Lord Seonghwa, thank you for coming."

"Of course, my deepest condolences your grace. Your father was truly a remarkable man. His reign was a peaceful one, every land in the realm grew stronger during his rule. May yours be just as good." Seonghwa stated.

"Thank you my friend, your words move me deeply. While you are here, there is a matter I wish to discuss with you." Hongjoong removed himself from his wifes side.

"Why don't you go find Hana, I'm sure she and her husband are under the tent." Arya nodded and lifted Joon to carry him away, giving her husband privacy.

As Hongjoong and Seonghwa walked through the quiet grounds of Dragonspire, the weight of impending responsibilities hung heavy in the air. The breeze carried a somber tone, echoing the gravity of their conversation.

"My father has passed, Seonghwa," Hongjoong began, his voice tinged with a mixture of solemnity and apprehension. "He named me as his heir."

Seonghwa nodded, his expression reflecting the understanding of the weighty burden placed upon his friend's shoulders. "Yes, your grace," he replied softly, his mind racing. Hongjoong continued, his gaze steady.

"During my Father's reign, your uncle Takashi served as his hand. I fear me and him never got along," Hongjoong admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of regret. "He was a self-interested man, always testing the boundaries of respect and decorum." In Hongjoong's younger years, Takashi was very harsh to him. At times, he would cross the line of how one should behave when in the presence of the Kings son. He was a self interested man, but Hongjoongs father always found a way to put in back in his place. Takashi knew how to push his buttons, he knew what would make Hongjoong act irrationally. He had almost made Hongjoong draw his sword after a comment was made when Arya and his engagement was originally proposed.

Seonghwa listened attentively, his heart heavy with empathy for his friend's struggles. He understood the significance of the decision weighing on Hongjoong's mind, the delicate balance between duty and personal convictions.

"So you plan on taking a new Hand?" Seonghwa inquired, his tone gentle yet probing, seeking clarity amidst the uncertainty. Hongjoong nodded solemnly.

"Yes, and I request your council on the matter," he affirmed, his voice steady with resolve. "You have been a steadfast friend and advisor, Seonghwa. Your wisdom and loyalty are qualities I hold in high regard." With a sense of anticipation, Hongjoong reached into his coat pocket, retrieving a finely crafted pin bearing the emblem of the Hand of the King. Its intricate design spoke of authority and trust, a symbol of the profound responsibilities entrusted to its bearer.

"Lord Seonghwa of House Park," Hongjoong spoke with unwavering conviction, his gaze meeting Seonghwa's with unwavering resolve. "If you accept this offer, I would like you to take on the position." Seonghwa's heart swelled with a profound sense of honor and duty, his mind racing with the weight of the decision before him. In that solemn moment, he understood the significance of the trust placed in him, the gravity of the role he was being asked to fulfill. With a steady hand and a heart full of determination, Seonghwa accepted the pin, his voice resonating with unwavering commitment.

"I accept this honor with humility and unwavering loyalty, my prince," he declared, his gaze meeting Hongjoong's with steadfast resolve. "I will serve you and our kingdom with integrity, wisdom, and unwavering dedication." Hongjoong's smile softened, a flicker of relief dancing in his eyes as he beheld the unwavering commitment in Seonghwa's gaze.

"I trust that you will, my friend," Hongjoong echoed.

Under the canopy in Dragonspire's courtyard, Princess Hana and Prince Wooyoung stood alongside Wooyoung's brother, Yeosang. The atmosphere was heavy with grief as they engaged in polite but subdued conversation. Hana's usually vibrant demeanor was muted, her eyes betraying the depth of her sorrow despite her efforts to conceal it. Wooyoung, too, felt the weight of the loss, his concern evident as he exchanged words with his brother and wife. The somber air enveloped them like a shroud, casting a pall over their surroundings as they struggled to navigate the aftermath of King Kang-Dae's passing.

"How has Sunseth been?" Wooyoung asks, wanting to hear about his childhood home.

"The same as always, father has taken a trip to Essos to see the Unsullied." Yeosang stated. The Unsullied was an army of trained young men. The slave masters of that region mold them into killing machines, teaching them to be fearless and hold no emotion, they were experts in the field of battle.

"I've always wanted to see what they're like. You hear so many stories of them and their ruthlessness." Wooyoung replied.

"Yes, perhaps you and Hana can visit some time. The architecture is truly a sight worth seeing." Yeosang says. In Astapor, every structure in the city- the walls, the streets, and even the great stepped pyramids that dominate the bay shore- are all constructed of the same red brick, hence its moniker "the Red City". An old saying describing the city runs; "Bricks and blood built Astapor, and bricks and blood her people".

"We were discussing of taking a trip to essos sometime within the year. It would be- " Wooyoung is quickly cut off by his wife.

"I have no interest in seeing slaves." She states. Both men look at her, shocked at her abrupt interruption. Done with the conversation, she quickly steps away and decides to walk the beach. Wooyoung looks out to her, worry etches his face.

"She's not taking it well, is she?" A new voice pulls him out of his gaze. Before him and his brother stood Lord Jongho and Lord Yunho. "Her father just died, how do you think she should handle it?" Asked Yunho.

Wooyoung's brow furrowed with concern as he watched his wife's retreating figure, her abrupt departure leaving a palpable tension in the air. He exchanged a troubled glance with his brother Yeosang, both sharing a silent acknowledgment of Hana's evident distress. Yeosang's gaze shifted to where Hana walked along the beach, her steps heavy with the weight of her grief.

"She's struggling," he admitted softly, his voice tinged with concern. "She's always been close to him," he murmured, his voice heavy with sorrow. "His passing has left a void in her heart that I fear may never truly heal."

Lord Jongho's voice carried a note of understanding as he addressed Wooyoung's worry. "Grief is a heavy burden to bear," he remarked solemnly, his eyes reflecting empathy. "And each person carries it differently." Yunho's gaze lingered on Hana's solitary figure by the shore, his expression tinged with compassion.

"She will need time," he said softly, his voice laden with wisdom. "Time to mourn, time to heal." Wooyoung nodded in agreement, a silent vow echoing in his heart. "I will be there for her," he vowed quietly, determination coloring his words. "No matter how long it takes."

Hana walked along the shore, the rhythmic sound of the waves crashing against the sand providing a soothing backdrop to her thoughts. The salty breeze tousled her hair as she strolled, her gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the sea stretching out before her.

With each step, she tried to clear her mind, to find solace in the tranquility of the coastline. Memories of her father flooded her thoughts, his laughter echoing in the recesses of her mind, his wisdom a guiding beacon in her life. But now, he was gone, his presence a void she struggled to fill. The weight of her grief pressed down upon her, a heavy burden she carried with each footfall along the shore.

Lost in her thoughts, Hana wandered further along the beach, the soft sand shifting beneath her feet. The sun dipped lower on the horizon, casting hues of gold and crimson across the sky, a poignant reminder of the fleeting nature of time. As she walked, Hana found herself drawn to the water's edge, the gentle lapping of the waves beckoning her closer.

"I hope you don't plan on walking out there." Hana turned, startled by the unexpected voice, and saw Lord San standing before her, his figure stark against the backdrop of the beach. His presence caught her off guard, disrupting the solitude she had sought along the shore.

"I didn't mean to startle you," San said, his voice soft with concern as he approached her. "I saw you walking along the beach and thought I'd join you, if you don't mind."

Hana's gaze lingered on him for a moment, uncertainty flickering in her eyes. She hadn't anticipated encountering him here, not in this moment of solitude when she sought refuge from the weight of her grief.

"It's fine," she replied, her voice carrying a hint of hesitation. "I was just... trying to clear my mind."

San nodded understandingly, his expression sympathetic. "Losing a loved one is never easy," he remarked, his tone gentle. "If there's anything I can do to help, please don't hesitate to ask."

Hana studied him for a moment, noting the sincerity in his words. Despite their past differences, she couldn't deny the genuine concern in his demeanor.

"Thank you, San," she said quietly, her voice tinged with gratitude. "I appreciate your offer." They stood together on the shore, the waves crashing against the sand. The rhythmic sound of the waves provided a backdrop to their silence, filling the air with a sense of tranquility. After a moment of quiet contemplation, San spoke, his voice carrying a gentle cadence.

"The ocean has always held a special place in my heart," he began, his gaze fixed on the horizon where the sun dipped low, casting hues of gold and crimson across the sky.

"The sea has a way of soothing the soul, don't you think?" Hana nodded, her gaze drifting out to the endless expanse of the ocean. "Yes, it does," she replied softly, the weight of her sorrow lifting ever so slightly in the presence of the serene landscape. "There's a certain peace here, amidst the chaos of our lives."

After another moment of silence, Hana decides to speak again. "I hear you are to be married. To Lord Mingi's sister, correct?" She asks, San nodded his head.

"Yes, but the wedding will not be for a while." He responds, before prompting another question. "And how is your marriage to Wooyoung? Going well I hope." Hana's gaze softened as she considered San's question.

"Our marriage... it has its challenges," she admitted, her voice tinged with a mixture of reflection and uncertainty. "But we manage, as best we can." San sensed the weight behind her words, the unspoken truths lingering in the air between them.

"We're both trying," she replied, her voice gentle yet resolute. "In the end, that's all we can do, isn't it?"

"Yes, I suppose." He responds, the two continue to walk the beach. The sun dipped lower and lower, the sky darkening as it went. San decides to break the silence once more. "How are you feeling?" Hana's steps slowed as San's question pierced through the quietude of the beach. She cast her gaze out to the horizon.

"It's... difficult," she confessed softly, her voice carrying the weight of her grief. "Losing my father... it's like a part of me has been torn away." San nodded in understanding, his expression reflecting the depth of her sorrow.

"I can't begin to fathom the pain you must be feeling," he murmured, his tone filled with empathy.

"It's a wound that will take time to heal," Hana replied, her voice steady despite the tremor of emotion that lingered beneath the surface. "But I will carry his memory with me always."

As they walked in the fading light, the rhythmic sound of the waves serving as a somber backdrop to their conversation.

"I remember when my mother passed, how I felt during that time. It was similar to this, except-" She stops walking, eyes meeting San's. "this time, it is almost worse." she says, eyes watering.

"San....I don't have my parents anymore. The two people who helped mold me into who I am, the people I looked up to the most are just.....gone." Her voice breaks towards the end. San listened in solemn silence as Hana opened up about her profound loss, her words heavy with the weight of her grief. He could see the raw pain etched in her eyes, feel the weight of her sorrow pressing in on him like the crashing waves against the shore.

"I can't imagine the depth of your sorrow, Hana," he murmured softly, his voice filled with compassion. "Losing both of your parents... it's a pain no one should have to endure."

He reached out a hand, offering her silent support and understanding as she grappled with the enormity of her loss. In the fading light of the evening, amidst the gentle lull of the ocean, they stood together.

"Your parents may be gone, but their love and guidance will always remain with you," San said, his voice a gentle reassurance in the midst of her anguish. "And you are not alone, Hana. You have friends who will stand by you, who will help carry the weight of your sorrow." As tears filled her eyes and her vision blurred, San pulled her into his arms. Hana held him tightly, trying to quiet her sobs. He tried soothing her, petting her long hair and stoked her back in comfort.

"I wish I could be there for you, seeing the pain you are in now. Knowing you never fully healed from the loss." He said, regret filling his heart. Although it had been years since their last encounter, his desire to comfort her, to be with her was still as strong as ever. In the embrace of San's comforting arms, Hana felt a surge of gratitude mingled with sorrow. His words, spoken with such genuine concern, touched her heart in ways she couldn't fully express. Despite the passage of time and the distance between them, his presence offered a semblance of solace in her time of need.

"I appreciate your kindness, San," Hana whispered, her voice tinged with emotion. "Your concern means more to me than words can say. And though the pain may never fully fade, knowing that you're here for me brings a measure of comfort I can't describe."

In that moment, as the waves crashed against the shore and the evening breeze whispered through the air, Hana found herself drawn to the quiet strength of their shared bond. In San's arms, she found a sanctuary from the storms of grief, a refuge where she could let down her walls and allow herself to be vulnerable. As he held her, she calmed down. Sobs turned to sniffles, until they eventually stopped all together. She missed him, she missed the feeling she got when he was present. It had been so long, she had almost forgotten the tranquility he offered.

The tumult of emotions that had gripped her heart slowly began to subside, replaced by a quiet serenity born of their shared connection. As she nestled against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, Hana allowed herself to bask in the warmth of his presence, savoring the familiar comfort that enveloped her like a protective cloak. In that moment, the weight of her grief felt lighter, as if lifted by the gentle touch of his understanding. Memories of their shared past flooded her mind, reminding her of the laughter they had shared, the secrets they had whispered beneath the starlit sky. Despite the passage of time and the trials they had faced, the bond between them remained steadfast. Realizing how long they have been gone, she pulls back.

"I am sorry, I've ruined your shirt." She says, a small laugh in her voice. He chuckles, "It is alright, I do not mind." They stood close, too close to be appropriate for their stature.

"Thank you, San," she said, her words imbued with sincerity. "For being here, for understanding." San offered her a warm smile,

"Of course, you will always hold a special place in my heart princess." That statement, it reminded her of the one he had said so long ago. 'I will always love you, never forget that' It was what he said before leaving that day. The immense pain it caused her, a pain that to this day never quite healed. As she gazed into San's eyes, she found herself caught between the past and the present, grappling with the weight of what could have been and the reality of what was.

"We should head back, I wouldn't want them to worry about you." San started to turn back, but when Hana wouldn't follow him, he stopped. "Princess?" Hana, with newfound confidence, decided to confront him about what happened so long ago.

"I have been alone....." she looks to him, "You abandoned me." she continued.

"I didn't abandon you Hana, you were to be married." He says, confused on where this conversation was heading.

"Yes, I was to be married." she paused, "And look at what my life became without you." She scoffed when he didn't respond, throwing her arms up like a child before turning to walk away. "Trapped in a marriage, a drool tragedy." Before she could get far, San grabbed her arm, yanking her back to him.

"Oh, and I wonder what you think of mine by comparison." They stared at one another, caught in a standoff. "I know little of it." She admits. Caught in the charged atmosphere between them, San's grip on Hana's arm loosened slightly as he took in her words. His expression softened, a mixture of understanding and regret flickering in his eyes. Hana met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a tumult of emotions—pain, anger, and a longing for understanding. She had carried the weight of her unspoken grievances for so long, trapped in the shadow of what might have been, unable to voice the depths of her heartache.

"Do you love her?" She questioned. San keeps his gaze on her, debating on how to answer without further upseting her. "She makes me happy enough." He admits. She nods, face revealing a mix of emotions.

"Well....that in itself is a great achievement." She looks down at the sand, seeking it as a distraction. Hana shook her head before looking up to him again. This won't get us anywhere.

"I am sorry." It is now San who shakes his own head. "Don't be, you have every right to be upset with me." He says. Once again, they're both stuck looking at one another, neither knowing what to do now. Hana removes her arm from his hold, reaching her hand to rest on his cheek. When he doesn't move to push her away, she takes a step closer.

"Hana," he whispers. "You're not thinking clearly." She strokes his cheek, looking into the dark and familiar eyes she grew so fondly of.

"I am no longer a child..." She says. She moves her hand to the back of his neck, pulling him closer. A rush of conflicting emotions surged within him. He felt the weight of their shared history, the tangled web of regret and longing that bound them together. In that fleeting moment, as their gazes locked and their breaths mingled, San found himself teetering on the edge of a precipice. For Hana, the touch of his skin beneath her fingertips reignited a flame long suppressed—a whisper of longing that lingered in the depths of her heart, beckoning her closer to the man she had once loved. In the quiet intimacy of their shared space, she yearned to bridge the chasm that had grown between them, to reclaim a fragment of the connection they had lost.

San's heart ached with the weight of his commitments, his duties as a lord and soon-to-be husband bearing down upon him like an unyielding burden. Hana's touch stirred a tempest of emotions within him, threatening to unravel the carefully constructed facade he had built to shield his heart from the pain of the past. Their lips hovered just inches apart, a voice echoed in the depths of San's soul—a silent plea for redemption, a whispered prayer for forgiveness.

San closed the gap between their lips, surrendering to the intoxicating allure of their shared connection. In that tender embrace, he felt the weight of his burdens lift, replaced by a profound sense of liberation and belonging. For Hana, the touch of San's lips against hers ignited a firestorm of emotion, consuming the barriers that had kept them apart for so long. She cast aside the expectations and obligations that had bound her, embracing instead the undeniable truth of her heart's desire. As they parted, breathless and exhilarated, a newfound clarity settled over them—a shared understanding that their love was worth any sacrifice, any hardship that lay ahead.

"I want you" She whispered against his lips, holding him tightly, fearing he could disappear. "I choose you." He held her face and brought her to him once again. As their lips met, it was as if the world around them faded into insignificance, leaving only the electrifying sensation of their union. Hana's soft breath mingled with San's, creating a delicate symphony of longing and desire in the space between them. The kiss was gentle yet passionate, a tender exploration of the depths of their shared connection.

With each brush of their lips, they exchanged a language of love that transcended words, speaking volumes in the silent communion of their souls. Their hearts beat in unison, a rhythmic cadence that echoed the intensity of their emotions. San's hands enveloped Hana's waist, lifting her effortlessly as a joyous laugh bubbled from her lips. In that fleeting moment of pure, unbridled happiness, their laughter echoed across the shoreline, carried by the gentle breeze that danced through the air. Hana's heart soared as she gazed into San's eyes, finding within them a reflection of the boundless love and affection that enveloped them both.

As he set her back down, she pulled his neck to connect their lips once more. Hana's fingers curled around the nape of San's neck, drawing him closer as their lips melded in a dance of desire and devotion. In the sweet ecstasy of the moment, they lost themselves in each other, their souls intertwining amidst the symphony of their shared affection. Once parted, they leaned their foreheads together, not wanting to separate from one another.

"Tell me this is real." San's voice broke the tender silence, his words echoing with a mixture of longing and uncertainty. Hana gazed up at him, her eyes alight with unwavering determination and boundless love.

"It's real, my love," she reassured him, her voice a gentle whisper that echoed the depth of her commitment. With each tender caress, she sought to convey the magnitude of her devotion, a steadfast vow to stand by his side through every trial and tribulation. San's concerns lingered like shadows in the night, casting doubt upon the path they had chosen.

"What of Wooyoung? What of Alora?" he questioned, his voice tinged with apprehension.

"We will find a way," Hana declared, her voice resolute and unwavering. In that moment, she embodied the essence of their shared resolve, her unwavering faith a beacon of hope in the face of uncertainty. "All will be resolved."

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The vast library of Dragonspire, a sanctuary of knowledge and reflection. The shelves are lined with ancient tomes and scrolls, their weathered spines bearing witness to the passage of time. In the soft glow of lamplight, Prince Wooyoung sits at a mahogany desk, poring over a collection of maps and parchments spread out before him. His brow furrowed in concentration, he traces the lines and symbols with careful deliberation, lost in the intricacies of strategy and diplomacy.

Across the room, Princess Hana steps in. Noticing her presence, Wooyoung sits up straight. "Hana, did you need something?" He asks. Hana looks behind her before stepping forward.

"There is a matter I wish to discuss with you." Wooyoung sets a scroll down, standing from his chair and approaching her. "Yes, what is it my dear?"

Hana meets Wooyoung's gaze, her expression serious yet resolute. "It's about us, Wooyoung," she begins, her voice steady despite the weight of her words. "I've been doing a lot of thinking lately, about our future, about where we stand."

Wooyoung's brow furrows with concern, sensing the gravity of her tone. "Go on, Hana. Whatever it is, you can tell me," he urges, his voice laced with both curiosity and apprehension. Taking a deep breath, Hana gathers her thoughts before continuing.

"I... I feel as though we've drifted apart, Wooyoung," she admits, her words tinged with sadness. "Our marriage.....we've become bound by duty rather than love."

Wooyoung's expression softens, his eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and empathy. "I've felt it too," he confesses, his voice gentle yet tinged with sorrow. "The weight of our responsibilities, they've pulled us in different directions. But that doesn't mean we can't find our way to each other."

Hana nods, her heart heavy with emotion yet hopeful for the future. "I want to believe that, Wooyoung," she says earnestly, her voice tinged with determination. "But it has been five years, we need to be honest with ourselves, with each other. We can't continue pretending that everything is fine when it's not."

Wooyoung reaches out, his hand finding hers in a gesture of solidarity and support. "You're right." he agrees, his gaze unwavering as he meets her eyes. "The court will not take this kindly, how do you propose we go about this?" He asks.

Hana considers Wooyoung's question carefully, knowing the challenges that lie ahead. "We must approach this with caution and diplomacy," she replies, her voice measured yet resolute. "We cannot disregard the expectations of the court, but we also cannot ignore the truth of our own hearts."

Wooyoung nods in agreement, his expression thoughtful. "We'll need to be strategic in how we navigate this," he acknowledges, his tone echoing her sentiments. "We must tread carefully." Hana places a reassuring hand on Wooyoung's arm, her touch a silent affirmation of their unity in the face of adversity.

"Together, we will find a way forward," she assures him, her eyes reflecting unwavering determination.

"Wooyoung...we may have to take drastic measures." Hana states, hesitant to approach such a topic. Wooyoung looks at her quizzically, before finding understanding. "How would we do it?" He asks.

"We would have help, if we are to do such a thing, we will need an audience." She says. "It's a risk, but one we must take if we are to forge our own path."

Wooyoung's gaze softens, "I see," he murmurs, his tone thoughtful. "It won't be easy, but if it means securing our future together, then I'm willing to face whatever challenges come our way."

Hana smiles, a mixture of relief and determination coloring her features. "Thank you, Wooyoung," she says, gratitude evident in her voice.

In the dimly lit corridors of Dragonspire, Lord Yunho walks with purpose. Each step echoes against the stone walls. Lost in thought, Yunho rounds a corner and nearly collides with Lord Jongho, who wears a troubled expression.

"Yunho, there you are," Jongho says, his voice tense with urgency. "There's something you need to know."

Caught off guard by Jongho's demeanor, Yunho braces himself for whatever news awaits him. "What is it?" he asks, his tone edged with concern.

"It's Wooyoung-"  Yunho waits for him to continue, but when he doesn't, he urges him to continue.

"Wooyoung? What about Wooyoung, has something happened?" Jongho swallows hard, he shakes his head before urging Yunho to follow him. The two men race to Dragonspire's throne room, when they enter, every working person and court members still present crowded the room. Confusion filled him, hearing some people chatter, some sobbing made him feel uneasy. A loud voice boomed throughout the room, startling almost everyone.

"WHO DID THIS? REVEAL YOURSELF." It demanded. The air crackled with tension, every eye fixed on the source of the commanding voice. They pushed through the crowd, their hearts pounding in their chests as they sought answers amidst the chaos. Before them, Dragonspire's throne stood empty, the courtiers whispered amongst themselves, their voices a symphony of confusion and fear. In the center of the room, Prince Yeosang, stood with fury etched across his features. His gaze bore into the assembled crowd, demanding accountability for the turmoil that had shaken the kingdom to its core.

"Who dared to betray the prince?" Yeosang's voice thundered, resonating through the cavernous hall with a fierce intensity. His words hung in the air, a challenge to those who dared harbor secrets in the shadows. Mingi stood next to Jongho, posture stiff and eyes on alert.

"What's going on?" Yunho asks him, hoping to gain some insight as to what took place. Mingi made eye contact with him, he opened his mouth to respond when the throne room doors burst open, Princess Hana rushing through them. Mingi was quick to act, running to her and stopping her from going further. "What is the meaning of this?" She demanded.

As Mingi intercepted Hana, the tension in the throne room surged to new heights, every eye fixed on the unfolding confrontation. Yunho's heart quickened with apprehension, his gaze darting between Mingi and Hana, his mind racing to grasp the gravity of the situation. Mingi's voice rang out with authority, his tone firm yet tempered with concern.

"Princess, you must remain calm," he urged, his words a plea for restraint amidst the chaos that threatened to consume them all.

Hana's eyes blazed with determination, her resolve unyielding in the face of uncertainty. "I demand answers, Lord Mingi," she declared, her voice echoing with a steely resolve that brooked no opposition.

"Prince Wooyoung......he's dead." Upon hearing this, Hana collapsed. Mingi tried supporting her to stand, but her legs gave out. The words hung heavy in the air, each syllable a dagger piercing the hearts of those who heard them. Mingi's expression darkened with sorrow, his features drawn tight with grief for the loss that had befallen them all. Hana's anguished cries echoed through the throne room, a haunting lament for the shattered dreams and fractured promises that now lay scattered at their feet. Yunho moved forward, his steps heavy with reluctance, a silent offering of solace in the face of unbearable sorrow. As Mingi attempted to support her, Hana's grief consumed her, her cries wrenching at the hearts of all who bore witness to her pain.

"We will find the man who did this...this....act of treason." Yeosang's declaration cut through the somber air, his words ringing with a steely resolve that echoed the collective determination of those gathered in the throne room. His voice, filled with righteous fury and unwavering conviction.

"Come princess, you should not have to witness this." A serving carefully took her out of Mingi's hold, leading her back to her chambers. Once inside, the serving girl was quick to run a bath.

"Here princess, let me help you-" Hana swatted her away, refusing her touch and demanding she be left alone. The girl bowed and announced she would be back with hot tea once Hana was done. When the girl leaves, Hana forced her tears to stop. She quickly wiped them away, stripping herself of the nightgown she had worn. 'Might as well take advantage' she thought. She laid herself in the tub, the heated water warming her body. Footsteps could be heard behind the room's door, moving quietly as to not make noise. The door opens and shuts quickly and softly, before the person makes an appearance before her, kneeling to be eye level.

"Is it done?" She asks, he nods. "Yes, he should arrive in Essos by tomorrow." She gives a hum of approval before leaning back. "You made quite a performance my love." Hana felt his hand stroke her hair and looks back to him.

"Good, we have them right where we want them." Their eyes meet, a shared understanding passing between them in the dimly lit chamber. As they bask in the aftermath of their meticulously orchestrated deception, a sense of triumph courses through their veins, fueling their resolve to see their plans through to fruition.

"We must remain vigilant," he cautions, his voice a whispered reminder of the dangers that lurk in the shadows. Hana nods in silent agreement, her gaze fixed on the flickering candlelight that dances across the room.

"The game is far from over," she murmurs, her words a solemn vow to see their ambitions realized. "But for now, let us savor the sweet taste of victory." With a tantalizing grace, she leans towards her lover, her eyes aflame with a mixture of desire and triumph. The ambient light casts a soft glow on her features as she pulls him in for a kiss.

Hana's lips, soft and inviting, meld seamlessly into San's. The warmth of the embrace ignites a firestorm of sensation that courses through every fiber of their beings. The world around them fades into the background, leaving only the intoxicating exchange of passion. As their lips part, a shared understanding passes between them, reflected in the soft smiles that paint their faces.

With a playful glint in her eye, Hana drags a teasing finger under San's chin. The gesture is laden with unspoken promises, a silent acknowledgment of the clandestine victories they've achieved together. "Strip for me," she whispers, her voice a sultry invitation to revel in the pleasures that follow their triumphs.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

The Zombie Outbreak Part 2 of 3 [The Good Ending] Part 1 is here

(This fic is canon divergent. It’s also based on this headcanon)

The morning of November 1 meant one thing for the town of Gravesfield: the zombie apocalypse was finally over.

With the rise of the early sun over the horizon, its golden petals spreading out into the rich blue sky, the undead were still shuffling around town, dragging their rotting limbs as groans of pain emanted from their throats.

The lives of the walking dead were drawing to a close.

As they became more and more sluggish, the monsters' movement became increasingly slow until they stopped and finally met their inevitable end.

Once the last zombie took its final breath and the townspeople were certain that it was safe to leave their homes and shops, they did so.

Despite their once neat town now being in utter ruins from the outbreak, surviving the night and witnessing another beautiful morning brought relief and joy to the citizens of Gravesfield.

Several individuals continued to smile as they began to breathe in the fresh air.

The Lord's kindness was truly a blessing to them.

...

The town's natural state was slowly being restored as shops were beginning to reopen and the town's female residents were cleaning up the zombie decay that laid around the area, while the male residents did their part to help by burying the dead zombie bodies back in their burial locations.

"Bye, bye, Mr. Zombie!" A peppy Pip farewelled the flesh-eating being laying lifeless in the open hole that his father had dug up as Caleb, who was holding the brown sack with the severed zombie hand inside it, tossed it into the hole.

"See you next year!" He giggled.

Cadman, their father, then proceeded to cover the hole with dirt until it was completely filled.

After setting aside his shovel, Cadman sent his two boys a fatherly smile as he knelt down to ruffle their hair, causing them to smile and chuckle.

He was proud of them for being brave yesterday, just like any good father would be.

...

"Oh, Mother!" Little Philip beamed in a bright, cheery voice as he was the first to enter his home, with Caleb and Cadman entering as well.

"We're home!" He happily announced.

The aroma of food coming from the kitchen brought him a wider smile as he sprinted towards it.

Caleb and Cadman follow him, and they both smile as they smell the air.

...

"Everyone, where were you... ?"

Patience Wittebane asked the male members in her family, her sweet voice filled with motherly concern and slight frustration as she cooked, but she didn't turn around.

"You three were supposed to return home hours ago..." She huffed, wanting an answer.

"Sorry, mother," Caleb replied with a sincere apology, still smiling.

"Father had taken us to all the shops in town."

It was their reward for being such brave boys.

"Yeah!" Philip gleefully agreed with his brother.

"A zombie head rolled into one of the shops we were in! I wanted to bring it home so I could show it to you, but father said no," Philip stated with a pout, which made his father laugh.

"But I did get to bring this!" The brunette happily pulled out a frog from behind his back.

"It's a frog!"

"Oh, you brought a frog home, did you... ?" His mother's voice was oddly dark and ominous when she said that.

Pip took a frightened step back when he saw a dark glow form around her body.

"M-Mother?" He whimpered softly.

Witnessing this made Caleb and Cadman frightened as well, and they both froze in place.

Something wasn't right.

...

"I hope you're all hungry," Patience began with a lighthearted hum as she stood next to the dinner table, which was decorated with eating utensils and plates carrying her homemade cooking.

"Because dinner is ready."

The sight of her son's and husband's gleaming faces at the food caused her to laugh lightly.

Once Cadman thanks his wife for her cooking with a kiss, everyone, including Philip's frog, who he named Mason Munderburker, take a seat at the table.

After a prayer is said, they all begin to eat as happy chatter commences between the family.

Meanwhile, the food on Mason Munderburker's plate spell out the words "The End" as he uses his long, sticky tongue to eat the 'T'.

[fireinhislungs]

ALIAS: Isabella Claire Whitlock

AGE: 27

BIRTHDATE: April 25th  

SPECIES: Witch - (Earth, no current specialization)

OCCUPATION: Paramedic

FACECLAIM: Lili Reinhart

BIOGRAPHY

The youngest of three, Isabella was born into a very loving and stable household that prided themselves on helping their community in any and every way they could. Often to the point where they gave more of themselves away to their projects than they did themselves. Or so that was what anyone from the outside looking in would see. From within the family it was clear that the picture perfect image they had created was nothing but a farce. Their father ruled the roost with an iron fist and remained controlling, manipulative and hot-headed to boot, while their mother on the other hand was putty in his hands. A total pushover when it came to her husband and her own position of power practically wilted under the vice grip of her marriage. 

Most of this however Isabella would not be privy too until much later in her life, for as a child her older brother successfully managed to shelter her from the chaos that was her parents. And while her parents were too busy dealing with her older siblings and their shenanigans, she was burying her head in her studies both within the Coven and outside; not to mention sneaking out to college parties at night. And while she never resented her parents for their parenting, she did long for parents that saw her for the intelligent, determined, and ambitious young woman she was very quickly becoming. Nevertheless, such a dream was never to be. For the relationship between children and parents would be fractured the moment the eldest son died. 

The vivacious blonde had no trouble making friends throughout her high school years. Her warm, inquisitive nature in hand with her quick witted remarks, something she picked up off her siblings, meant she slipped right in. Effortlessly maintaining high grades and diving into as many extra-curricular activities, it was evident from a young age that Isabella held a bright future ahead of her. She knew what she wanted from a young age and that was to simply help people, beyond her natural affinity with the earth and her ability to heal others. It started from when she was just a young girl, plucking a bird with it’s broken wing from the side of the road, holding it the entirety of the walk home from school, desperately willing it to live. To her surprise when she released her grip, the bird flew away completely free of injury. From that moment on, she knew what she wanted to do. 

Attending university was but an opportunity to leave the family nest and step out of her comfort zone. College gave her purpose and was but another step on the pathway to becoming a paramedic. All the while she kept in touch with her siblings, heading home for dinner every Sunday when her study schedule allowed it. Her studies offered an escape, and she very quickly immersed herself in the college lifestyle. Before she knew it she was three years deep into her study and preparing to graduate. Graduating and getting the first role she had applied for were two moments she didn’t ever think she could possibly beat. That was until she started working on the ambulance after all those years of volunteering while at college. It could really only be explained as a feeling like coming home. Moving into her own loft had been a leap of faith, but one that ended up paying off nevertheless. In a city where tensions were high and the historic war lived on, it was never a dull moment, especially for a young ambitious witch.

HEADCANONS

TBC

[blueshistorysims]

April 24th, 1892, Newcrest, England

Rebecca went into labor in the middle of the night. It was very sudden, and when Rose woke up to cries of pain, she lept from her bed and ran into the master bedroom, sending out her son to wait outside. It was far too late to send for the doctor unless it was an emergency. She held her daughter-in-law’s hand tightly and helped her into a position for birth. 

“Rebecca, it’s going to be alright, you will do fine.”

“No one told me how much it hurt,” she muttered, tears pooling up in her eyes.

“It’s quicker than most people think it,” Rose said assuringly, stroking her cheek gently. “Now, we are going to deliver this baby together.”

She nodded, closing her eyes. Rebecca was terrified, unsure what would happen to her. All the stories she’d heard of women dying horribly in childbirth were suddenly all she could think about, the vision of her lying on her bed, legs pooled with blood dead while a baby cried for the mama it would never know. The pain was excruciating, and she wanted nothing more than to get it over it with.

Rose gripped her hand tightly and smiled kindly. “When you have labor pains again, you must push, Rebecca, as hard as you can. We women have been doing this for tens of thousands of years. You shall be fine.

Peter stood outside of their bedroom, waiting anxiously. Every whimper and shout made him flinch, and he paced the hallway, wishing he could alleviate his wife’s pain. Was this the husband’s burden? Unable to do anything but merely wait and listen? 

He buried his face in his hands, unsure of what to do with himself.  When he heard his mother yelp in surprise, he decided it was the last straw, superstition and societal roles be damned, he was going to be in there with his wife. With determination, he turned and opened the bedroom door to see-

~

August 5th, 1892

It was a perfect summer day to baptize the four month old twins, both already with full heads of blonde hair. Peter was shocked that neither of the babies had inherited his hair color, much less the fact Rebecca had been carrying for two. That moment when he opened the bedroom door and saw his wife holding their newborn children, he knew he’d love them forever. 

Edeline Rose Walsh was born twenty minutes before her brother. Her features favored her mother’s with her warm brown eyes and blonde tufts of hair. Alexander Bernard Walsh had shocked his green eyed father and browned eyed mother with blue eyes, and with his blond hair, he was the spitting image of his grandmother Rose. Edeline’s middle name clearly came from her paternal grandmother, and like his sister, Alexander was named after someone as well. Alexander had been David’s middle name, and Bernard Edwin’s. With their names immortalized in the next generation, Peter knew his father and brother would not be forgotten. 

Reverend Patterson had baptized the children just as he had baptized both Rebecca and Peter. The reverend was honored with the privilege, having not only baptized the young couple, but married them, the Kingsleys, AND Rose and Edwin also. To say he was acquainted with the family… was an understatement. 

The Walsh family had the occasion photographed, hiring a photographer to come to the church, even if it was more expensive than going to a studio. Dressed in their best Sunday clothes, the Walshes and Kingsley posed outside of Newcrest Chruch with the preacher, who was honored to join the photograph. Little Edeline had fallen asleep in her father’s arms, and he couldn’t help but be distracted by her sleeping face. 

Edeline and Alexander Walsh’s baptism, August 1892. From left to right: Reverend Patterson, Alexander Walsh, Mrs. Walsh, Mr. Walsh, Edeline Walsh, The Dowager Mrs. Walsh,  Mr. Kingsley, and Mrs. Kingsley

[withfireandbl00d]

Queen Visenya Targaryen was the older sister and wife of King Aegon I Targaryen, the first Lord of the Seven Kingdoms. Her younger sister, Rhaenys, was married to Aegon as well. Visenya was a dragonrider, and rode the dragon Vhagar.

Appearance and Character :

Like her siblings, Visenya possessed the classical Valyrian features: long silver-gold hair, which she often braided or bound up in rings, and purple eyes. Hers was a harsher, more austere beauty than her sister, Rhaenys. A voluptuous, sensual, and passionate woman, Visenya was also stern, serious, and unforgiving. Some claimed that Visenya dabbled in dark sorceries and played with poisons.

Visenya was both a dragonrider and a warrior, comfortable in both silk and in ringmail. When garbed as a warrior, she always wielded the Valyrian steel long sword Dark Sister.

Quotes by Visenya :

"Your guards are slow and lazy."

—Visenya to Aegon I Targaryen after cutting his cheek to prove a point

"You are a fool and a weakling, nephew. Do you think any man would ever have dared speak so to your father? You have a dragon. Use him. Fly to Oldtown and make this Starry Sept another Harrenhal. Or give me leave, and let me roast this pious fool for you."

—Visenya to Aenys I Targaryen

"A true king, blood of Aegon the Conqueror, who was my brother, my husband, and my love. If any man questions my son's right to the Iron Throne, let him prove his claim with his body."

—Visenya to the Warrior's Sons

Titles :

Lady of Dragonstone

Queen

Dowager Queen

Allegiance : House Targaryen

Race : Valyrian

Culture : Crownlands

Born : 29 BC in Dragonstone

Died : 44 AC in Dragonstone

Buried : 44 AC at Dragonstone

Father : Lord Aerion Targaryen

Mother : Lady Valaena Velaryon

Spouse : King Aegon I Targaryen

Issue : Maegor I Targaryen

Books :

The World of Ice & Fire (mentioned)

Fire & Blood (mentioned)

The Rise of the Dragon (mentioned)

The Sons of the Dragon (mentioned)

The Princess and the Queen (mentioned)

A Game of Thrones (mentioned)

A Clash of Kings (mentioned)

A Storm of Swords (mentioned)

A Feast for Crows (mentioned)

A Dance with Dragons (mentioned)

Fancast(s) : Katheryn Winnick

[simpingforthisonedeer]

𝐎𝐂: 𝐀𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐓𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫

— “All time ever does is pass and all I ever do is remember.”

— “May Death be proud to take us! Let us live, since we must die! Die with memories, not dreams!”

— Aika is currently raging in a snowy valley in Demons Run, not knowing that two children will save her life.

— In Planting Camellias, Aika is caught off guard by this Time Mage she has been searching for decades.

Name: Aika (???) Tolliver

Alias(es): Ains, Sarkany, The Blade(she hates this one), The Forgotten, The Widow

Age(s): 34-35(in Planting Camellias), 36-37(in Demons Run)

Gender/Pronouns: Gender Fluid, she/her, he/him

Species: Half-Human, Half-Devil

Affinity: Time Magic, Necromancy

Birthday: October 15th

Zodiac: Libra

Height: 175 cm(woman), 190 cm(man)

Blood Type: AB

Family: Alicia † (Mother), Faven † (Father), Sordello † (Father), Thorfinn † (Brother), Evan/Ivan (Son), Holly (Daughter), Holly † (Ex-Wife), Arthur (Ex-Husband), Julius (Lover), Raymond (Uncle), Lydia (Aunt), Styrmir (Future Son), Anastasia (Future Daughter)

Other Relations: Morris (Ex-Lover), More To Be Revealed

— 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

Demons Run (NSFW)

Demons Run (SFW)

Planting Camellias

— 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Pale-skinned woman with long, black, wavy hair with undertones of violet. Her eyes are lavender and has a pert nose and pink lips. She often wears black leather gloves that limit her mana, a white blouse and black, high waisted pants, both with gold buttons. Some days she wears a crimson half-cloak with a steel pauldron. From the shoulder plate, hangs an upside down cross connected by a gold thread in reference to the martyrdom of Peter the Apostle. At her waist, hangs a long sword, once wielded by her father, Sordello.

In her teens, she had a strong desire to be a man so she would be respected more. A nearly unachievable desire turned to despair and she manifested transformation magic which allowed her to turn into a male version of herself. She called herself “Ains” in this form and used male pronouns. Ains was 6 feet 3 inches and had short curly hair and wide shoulders. Aika’s strength was much more visible in the form of muscles when she was Ains.

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— 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲

She is kind and reserved with those who she respects and is close with, but cold and standoffish with most other people. She will put up masks for the sake of politeness but it’s rarely ever genuine. She lies very easily to get what she wants but she finds it difficult to lie to those she likes. In battle, she is often described as a maniac when faced against many. They say that as a battle drags on, she cannot hide the sadism on her face. Even when faced against an enemy stronger or smarter than her, she is relentless and persistent to the point of recklessness to overpower her opponent.

She is known for out of box thinking and her ability to use her vast knowledge in any given situation. Her greatest asset is her ability to spot potential. Due to this, she is often motherly to those she takes under her wing. This side of her helped her build a successful company/guild that she still runs to this day.

Her love is as deep as her hatred. No matter how many times love has hurt her, she never stopped even if it’s difficult to verbally express it. As of right now in Demons Run, Aika loves her two children Evan and Holly, and her lover, Julius.

— 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲

Aika was found by her two Fathers, Faven and Sordello in the giant demon skull in Hage, between the legs of her dead mother. She was born slightly premature from a coffin birth. They buried the woman and took her pocket watch as a keepsake for Aika to have. They named her “Aika” which means “time” because of the watch, and as a reminder that the passage of time has both ends and beginnings. They took her home to Alicia, their lover and Aika’s mom to be, and adopted her despite Alicia’s hesitation. She conducted a blood adoption ritual that made Aika their own daughter, changing her appearance from a brunette with pink eyes to dark hair with lavender eyes, her appearance taking after each of her three parents.

They raised her preciously like their own for three years and Alicia gave birth to Aika’s brother, Thorfinn. He had dark hair like her and bright blue eyes. Aika loved her brother to death. While she was barely showing signs of magic, Finn was spewing lightning magic since the day he was born, hence the reason why he was named after the god of thunder. When Finn was three and Aika was six, they were playing in the backyard and Finn accidentally struck Aika’s back with lightning. She died but was resuscitated again by a smaller zap of electricity. She has a scar on her back till this day and the only scar she hasn’t healed despite her ability to do so, as a reminder of her brother.

Throughout Aika’s childhood, everyone were confused as to what her magic was. When she was in a bad mood, plants and little animals around her died, and in a good mood, they flourished. Aika was terrified of her own magic sometimes when it killed fauna so she learned to withdraw her magic so much due an irrational fear to the point where she was slightly sick all the time because of the lack of mana coursing through her.

Instead of using magic, she focused on using her own strength and talents. Her father Sordello was a blacksmith and a swordsman. He taught her everything he knew. Her other father Faven, was an artist: a painter, musician and a writer. Her mother Alicia was the smart one. In Aika’s eyes, she seemed to know about everything. Aika wanted to be all of them and she was. They taught their children all that they needed in life and more.

Around the time when Aika was fifteen and didn’t have a grimoire yet, the whole Tolliver family was traveling through the neutral zone when a pack of bandits attacked them. Her fathers and her brother fought them but they were trapped. Alicia forced Aika to run away while they all withered away to dust by an Ash Magic User.

Aika despaired and manifested her grimoire and something else as she blacked out. When she woke up, everyone were seemingly gone. Aika assumed she somehow killed them. She gathered her family’s ashes and marched to Spade Kingdom. She couldn’t believe how life can be taken so easily, she was still in shock, so she went to the Spade Kingdom War College and proved her worth so she could study Necromancy and bring her family back.

She learned quickly that she couldn’t but she was too far into forbidden magic to stop so she didn’t. She paid her way through college by fighting in underground fighting rings using her freakish strength and studied medicine and forbidden magic. She also dated Morris, a blind boy from the Diamond Kingdom. In her final year of college, she begins to show interest in divinity so as her final project, she conducts a ritual called “Imago Dei.” Directly translated, it means “The Image of God.” In the ritual, Morris and Aika bear the Image of God. They find that God doesn’t appear in one vision, rather it’s a concept, a feeling, a reflection of oneself and everyone all at once.

They of course go insane after everything was said and done but they do recover mentally. Physically, Aika stayed blind for a year. During this time, she found out that Morris was just using her and leaves him. She went to the Heart Kingdom to study Mana Zone under the High Priestess of Undine because of her blindness. She later comes to discover that she has a weak form of clairvoyance as a residue from the ritual she performed.

After Aika recovers her sight, she leaves the Four Suits Continent Aika left the Spade kingdom after she graduated from Spade Nation War College at 21 years old and worked as a necromancer at a funeral home in a country past the Spade Kingdom! She used to help the dead move on peacefully, exorcise any poltergeists, conduct autopsies, keep company for any ghosts at the adjacent cemetery and comfort the living. It’s a job that comes with a lot of responsibilities and she certainly didn’t get paid enough for it.

She then moved on to another country to work as an independent mercenary then worked as a mercenary knight for the royal family of that country. Aika then met and fell in love with the crown princess but their love was forbidden because of the difference in status and obviously, for being homos. But they eloped because it wasn’t forbidden by law and they had a happy few months before the kingdom fell and she couldn’t protect the princess. She died. The princess’s name was Holly.

After the death of the princess, at 24 years old, Aika began to lust for power. She spent 3 years in peace, forgetting what suffering and helplessness was truly like. She couldn’t save her family because she couldn’t figure out what her magic was. And she couldn’t save the love of her life because she was complacent. Even if she was strong, someone will be stronger than her. So she raced for the peak, to be the strongest of the strong. And she also wanted to find someone who had Time Magic just like her.

She found Evan after the fall of the kingdom. Aika wasn’t sure of his species, but he had devil horns and showed signs of being experimented on so she used her own blood to stabilize his condition and took him under her wing as her adopted son. Evan Tolliver wasn’t only a protégé, but also the witness and the biographer of Aika’s life. He saw both her brutality and compassion. Her losses and victories. Life and Death. The Beginning and End of Worlds. He is definitely the person who knows and understands her the most and is content to stay in her shadow.

Because of Aika’s use and overuse of forbidden magic, she has curse where her mere presence causes people’s emotions to turn very negative, almost like insanity. Another curse of hers is that she cannot sleep. She has given up part of her humanity for better control and power of forbidden magic so while she can sleep, she will be stuck in a nightmare world for 8 hours so she simply doesn’t sleep. The only people that can be around her for long periods of time are other dark magic users, 100% non-humans and people who have affinity with her magic.

It’s implied so far in Demons Run but for the next 10 or so years of her life, she fought war after war for whomever that will take her. Revolutions and invasions. Reconnaissance and strategy. Amidst all the wars, she also grew a greater understanding of magic. She wrote a few books on her observations and discoveries.

Because people coveted Aika’s Time Magic, she made a deal with a Faerie named Arthur. In exchange for her first born, Aika’s magic would be erased from the world’s memory. Aika soon gave birth to Holly, a child between herself and Arthur while they were briefly married for contractural purposes, and the deal was sealed. Aika gets to see Holly few times a week but mostly on weekends.

Aika was infamous for her terrifying recklessness. She would continue fighting even after she had been brutalized. She fought with both her arms chopped off. She even fought after being decapitated. The enemy was too shocked at her for moving even after her head flew off so they were killed instantly at her hand. The reason why she is alive after all these fatal incidents is because her stats raise by 500% when she is near death. The perfect buff for a necromantic warrior.

While out there, she made a guild out of all the people who followed her. It was a company that dipped its toes in every industry and when she was settling into business rather than war, Aika slowly started coming back to Clover Kingdom.

There she met the Wizard King and he often commissioned her to help and advise him. Year or two later, they found that the Wizard King’s younger brother was Faven, Aika’s father. There, she had also came to find out that Julius’s magic was Time Magic. They were keeping it under wraps for tactical advantage but the Wizard King revealed it to her. From there, Julius and Aika’s story in Demons Run begins.