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loupy-mongoose · 4 months

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So, I made some impulse purchases recently, including this lovely little gal.

Hai Luna~

When I ordered her, it started a bit of a Gardevoir kick in me. So I went and did some brainstorming about Jamie's Gardie pal, Clover.

This did get very long, but there's a lot of art that I really like! :3 Plus I borrowed a certain someone from @mewtwoandme~

Growing up I always drew the green headpiece as a bony structure with maybe green skin on it, like deer antlers. (Except it doesn't shed lol)

But in my efforts to redecide what it actually is to me, I went to Bulbapedia, and that called it hair. So I tried out hair as well, and I kinda like that better...

I love my deranged Gardie. :>

(Leaning into "Mischievous Fairy/Pixie" energy)

I wanted to draw some Gwen (M&M's Gardevoir), as her and Clover's characters are different in a lot of ways, and I thought it would be fun to draw them together. Turns out Gwen dwarfs my girls, and I adore that in every way. XD

I also came to realize that Jamie would admire Gwen--She doesn't wish change on Clover in the slightest, but she does like the grace that more conventional Gardevoirs possess. Plus she'd be astounded by her sheer size.

For the fun of it, I tried drawing them both in each of our styles. (Or more like "Features" than "style")

I did not like drawing Gardevoir in her style. All the respect and love to M&M, but it felt SO wrong to me personally. XD

Annnnd... I kinda accidentally thought of a different way to take their designs...

And then I tried to figure out the logistics of giving Gardvoir a tail. I kinda like the idea of there being one that blends into the Skirt, splitting and running down the length of the skirt ends.

A little character lore; Clover removed her skirt on purpose.

Growing up, I always had in mind that the skirt was skin, maybe acting as thermoregulation, or something like that. I don't think I ever decided whether they can feel through their skirts or not, but if I want it to be more angsty, then yes, they can feel.

Warning for general and self-inflicted injury in this paragraph. As a kid I figured Clover cut it off to prevent it from getting caught or grabbed. But now, with the developing idea of there being a tail involved, I got another idea with even more angst. I'm thinking possibly Clover had a tail bone broken, and maybe it healed wrong, causing her pain so she ripped off the whole skirt.

Okay, injury warning is over.

And now a little silly that's not exactly canon, but close enough. XD

Y'all can thank @puzzled-zebra for this, as she brought up the idea during a chat. It was too good to pass up. XD

And now I wish to finish with a nostalgia ramble, because Clover is very precious to me, along with Jamie.

I started a playthrough of Soul Silver many, many years ago--even before the playthrough that would become Jamie's trainer journey over ten years ago. It was a solo run, with a Ralts egg sent in to be my only companion. (I kept the rules soft, though, as I remember needing help from other Pokemon to beat Bugsy. XD) My memories of that playthough are faded, but I remember that Clover alone beat the Champion at level 64-65. Sometime within the next few years, she was my first ever Pokemon to reach level 100 without the use of Rare Candy or experience cheats. That playthough and whatever happened in it has no bearing on Clover's story, but it's what gave birth to her as a character, and I hold that very dear.

Her nature is "Hardy, Likes to Fight", and I'm really proud of little me for taking that in the direction she took it. XD

Anyway, that's my super long love-dump of my beloved gremlin fairy. Thanks to everyone who made it all the way, I know it got pretty long. ^^

#Art #branch #doodle dump #Everything I touch gets floof and a nose apparently. XD

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writerscurse · 2 years

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In the Eye of the Storm | Aemond Targaryen x reader | Chapter 3

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!reader

Word count: 3,145

Summary: You’re visiting King’s Landing with your family to reaffirm your younger brother Lucerys’ birthright as the rightful heir to Driftmark. During your stay, you reconnect with Aemond Targaryen. You had once been friends, but that was long ago. And the man in front of you now, is not the shy kid you used to know. Can you reconcile despite your differences or will the rift between your families break you apart?

Warnings/tags: Incest (it’s the Targaryens), slow burn, fluff, angst, violence, death, smut

All works are my own. Please don’t copy, plagiarize, post on other websites or translate.

The past weeks at Dragonstone had been hard on you. You found yourself thinking about Aemond on a daily basis and missed him more with each passing day. But you could not tell that to your family when the visit to King’s Landing had left such a bitter taste in their mouths.

You spent your morning in the great room watching your brothers study High Valyrian and minding your own business when Ser Lorent arrived, announcing that Rhaenys had requested an audience. Your mother proceeded to send out your brothers but asked you to stay. She knew the king’s end was nigh, so she had started involving you more and more in official matters as you were the upcoming heir to the throne.

Your mother was hopeful for good news from the princess, but all that was squashed when Rhaenys opened her mouth.

‘Viserys is dead’, she spoke and your heart sank, ‘I grieve this loss with you, Rhaenyra. My cousin, your father possessed a kind heart.’

You looked around, both Daemon and your mother were in utter shock, trying to process what they had just learned. You stepped towards your mother, resting your hands on her arms to support and console her.

‘There is more. Aegon has been crowned as his successor’, Rhaenys continued and your mother flinched, seemingly in disbelief and pain.

‘How did Viserys die?’, Daemon asked, joining both you and your mother.

Your vision got blurry as you kept holding onto your mother, unsure if it was to support her or yourself. You intently listened, finding out what had happened in King’s Landing, Daemon assuming that his brother had been slain. Just as Rhaenys warned you that the Greens were coming, your mother flinched again. After she bent over, her hand was covered in blood. The babe was coming and it was way too early.

You told the guards to alert the midwives as you clung on to your mother, taking her to her chambers. Your thoughts were racing, trying to process everything that had happened. Your grandsire was dead, murdered potentially. Your mother’s crown was stolen and you suddenly found yourself in a war, opposite of the man you cared for so deeply. And now your mother had gone into labour, way too early, most likely due to stress and uncertainty caused by this situation.

Your mother was shouting in pain, asking to be left alone, so you did the only thing you could do. You kept the midwives at bay, but still nearby in case your mother redecided her choices. Then you called for Jace and Luke, not wanting to leave your dear mother alone in this situation. When they arrived, you let them know about the circumstances. The king had passed, and Aegon was unrightfully crowned king. You knew Daemon would already be plotting revenge, but your mother was the queen now. And he was not to act without her consent. They took in the information and acted mature beyond their ages when they walked away taking care of the situation, just as you asked.

By the time you came back into your mother’s chambers, the birth was already done. But it was no joyous occasion. You found your mother sitting on the floor, cradling the tiny babe in her hands. Lifeless. Tears welled up in your eyes and you joined her, wrapping your arms around her, grieving this loss right by her side.

How the rest of the day passed, you didn’t know. You felt numb the entire time. From dragging your mother off that cursed floor to burning the remains of your newborn sibling. Everything felt out of place and you didn’t know how to go back to reality. You couldn’t remember how long you had cried that night, but when you got up in the morning, you put on a black dress and cloak and took a deep breath. It was time to leave the past behind you. Your grandfather was gone, so was your sibling. Aemond was unreachable and you knew you would be fighting him sooner or later. So the time for sentimentalities had passed.

You walked behind your mother every time as she entered the war room for various council meetings, refusing to leave her side. She handled the situation with the dignity of a true queen, but you needed her to know that she could always count on your support.

Lord Corlys had just arrived, declaring his loyalty to Queen Rhaenyra and offering a plan to conquer King’s Landing.

‘If we are to have enough swords to surround King's Landing, we must first secure the support of Winterfell, the Eyrie, and Storm's End’, your mother announced and Lord Celtigar offered to prepare the ravens.

Jace shook his head. ‘We should bear those messages. Dragons can fly faster than ravens and they're more convincing. Send us’, he stated. Lord Velaryon agreed, which seemed to convince your hesitant mother.

‘Very well. Prince Jacaerys will fly north. First to the Eyrie to see my mother's cousin, the Lady Jeyne Arryn, and then to Winterfell to treat with Lord Cregan Stark for the support of the North’, your mother declared before facing you and continuing, ‘Prince Lucerys will accompany you. You will fly south to Storm's End and treat with Lord Borros Baratheon. I expect him to already have received a proposal from Aegon. Lord Baratheon is easily swayed, so we need to show strength. We must remind these lords of the oaths they swore. And the cost of breaking them.’

‘Yes, my queen’, you nodded to your brother, motioning for him to follow you as you left the room to prepare for your journey to Storm's End. Before leaving, your mother met you outside to hand you the message to Lord Baratheon. She made both of you swear to not act as warriors and asked you to keep an eye on your younger brother, should things not go according to plan. Bidding her and Jace farewell, you mounted your dragons and started making your way south.

It was a short flight, but the imminent storm made it harsh. It had not quite started to rain yet, but it was extremely windy, making flying difficult. You tried your best to shield Luke and Arrax from the worst of it, being a more experienced rider with a much bigger dragon. As you were about to land, a roar cut through the noise of the storm and when you broke through the clouds you immediately spotted Vhagar. Suddenly, your stomach twisted. Aemond was here. Not only had he made his proposal to Lord Baratheon before you could, but you would have to face him again. Not as a friend, but as his newfound enemy. Your face turned towards Luke once you had landed, trying to hide the panic that was rising within you. Aemond would not be pleased seeing him. But you had promised your mother to keep him safe and that’s exactly what you intended to do.

Both of you dismounted your dragons and made your way up to the guards requesting an audience with Lord Borros Baratheon.

‘Prince Lucerys and Princess Y/N Velaryon. Son and daughter of Princess Rhaenyra Targaryen’, the knight announced when you entered the throne room.

You immediately saw him. His face turned towards you as soon as he heard your name. A sad look crossed his eye for a moment, before he regained his composure. You could not take your eyes of him and neither could he. Fighting the urge to run to him, you finally faced Lord Baratheon.

‘Lord Borros, we brought you a message from our mother, the queen’, you tried to sound confident. Luke handed the message to a guard while Lord Baratheon mocked you from his throne before reading what your mother had to say.

‘Remind me of my father's oath. King Aegon at least came with an offer: my swords and banners for a marriage pact’, he laughed. Your head turned to face Aemond as soon as you heard the word ‘marriage’. You couldn’t believe it. Just weeks ago you thought you would be the one to wed him. He averted his gaze, eyes fixated on the ground in front of him. If you didn’t know him so well, you wouldn’t notice, but you recognised that look of shame and regret on his face. He desperately tried to ignore you.

‘If I do as your mother bids, which one of my daughters will you wed, boy?’, Lord Baratheon continued, directly addressing Luke this time.

‘My lord, I am not free to marry. I'm already betrothed’, Lucerys responded, trying not to let his fear show.

‘So you come with empty hands. Go home, then. And tell your mother that the Lord of Storm's End is not some dog that she can whistle up at need to set against her foes’, he spat at you.

Luke’s eyes were wide, so you spoke up for him, ‘We shall take your answer to the queen, my lord.’ You put your hand on your brother’s shoulder and turned around, trying to leave the castle as fast as possible.

‘Wait’, Aemond shouted behind you and you both turned around, ‘my Lord Strong. Did you really think that you could just fly about the realm trying to steal my brother's throne at no cost?’

Luke stepped forward and you kept a close eye on him when he announced that he would not fight Aemond. The situation was tense, but you still had hope that you and your brother could just leave this godforsaken place.

‘A fight would be little challenge. No, I want you to put out your eye’, you watched Aemond intently as he pulled his eyepatch off his face, revealing the full extent of his scar to you for the first time. A gasp got stuck in your throat. You noticed the bright sapphire where his eye once was. Under different circumstances, you would have marvelled at the beauty of the deep blue gemstone, but right now, he looked menacing.

‘As payment for mine. One will serve. I would not blind you. I plan to make a gift of it to my mother’, Aemond continued, throwing his dagger at your brother, still ignoring your presence. You briefly worried that Luke would actually respond to his uncle’s threats, but he continued to act confidently and maturely, simply denying Aemond’s wishes.

‘Then you are craven as well as a traitor’, you could tell that the prince was losing his patience with your brother. Lord Baratheon tried to intervene, but Aemond was already running towards Luke, yelling that he would take his eye then. Without hesitation, you pushed your brother behind you, pulling out your sword and standing protectively in front of him. This made Aemond stop. A flash of worry crossed his eye and broke up his hateful attitude. But before a fight could erupt, Lord Baratheon called for his guards to take you away. You sheathed your sword, taking one last look at the silver-haired prince in front of you, not knowing if you felt angry at him or hurt that you had to leave him behind.

You knew this wasn’t over. Luke had barely made it to his dragon, when Aemond stormed out of the castle, running towards him, his dagger still in his hand. But he hadn’t thought about you. Before he could even get close to your brother, you cut him off. Swiftly blocking his way, his face just inches from yours as you held your dagger against his throat.

‘Don’t do this’, he growled at you, breathing heavily, his body shaking with anger. Rain was falling heavily around you, Aemond hair started clinging to his face and all you wanted was to reach out and fix it. You wanted to hold him again. But you knew that this was a life or death situation.

‘Luke, get on your dragon’, you shouted, without turning around, ‘You need to leave.’

You knew he was about to protest, but Aemond moved forward, trying to make his way around you, so he could get to your brother. You pushed yourself against him using your bodyweight, attempting to keep him in place. Your dagger was digging into his neck now, drawing first blood.

‘I don’t want to hurt you’, he murmured before facing your brother again, yelling, ‘I just want your little bastard brother. I’m going to take his eye! Give him what he deserves!’

‘You will do no such thing,’ you shouted back at him. That was the moment that Aemond had enough. With one swift move he pulled back, ducking under your arm when you swung your dagger at him. He was much quicker than you and before you could even realise it, he was behind you, grabbing your wrist that was still holding the dagger and firmly forcing it up to your throat.

‘No’, Luke screamed, starting to dismount Arrax.

‘You will stay where you are’, you looked up at him, throwing your body around, trying to get out of Aemond’s grip. But he was stronger than you, and unlike a few weeks ago at the Red Keep, this had nothing to do with a bit of harmless fun.

Aemond bent down, whispering in your ear, ‘and how exactly are you planning to keep me away from your brother?’

‘You are still engaged in a fight with me, are you not?’, you growled at him, still trying to free yourself.

‘Ah yes. But what could you give me that I want? It is not your pretty eye that I desire’, he mused. He was enjoying this and you couldn’t believe his words. You realised that the kind young boy you once loved so much, might be gone after all.

‘Me. I give myself to you’, you groaned, ‘not an eye as a gift for your mother. But a whole Targaryen.’ It was a desperate attempt to save your brother. He would be lost if you could not make this work.

You felt his grip loosen slightly and his body soften behind you. He had not expected that. This was your moment.

You looked up at your dragon and shouted at him, ‘Sōvegon, Vermithor. Istia mīsagon Arrax. Dohaeragon Luke. Jikagon, sir’, telling him to protect Arrax and Luke and leave you behind. A deep, painful roar filled the air. Your dragon visibly disagreed with you. You were worried that he wouldn’t listen, but then he spread his wings and you watched him lift off. You vaguely heard your brother screaming as Arrax followed Vermithor’s lead, leaving you and Aemond alone in the courtyard.

‘No!’, Aemond shouted, finally letting go of you, ‘what have you done?’

You pushed yourself away from him and turned around, your dagger still in your hand, not knowing what to expect. Aemond’s breathing was heavy and rapid. He was filled with fury that Vhagar seemed to share, as her roar cut through the air around you.

‘I saved my brother. I will not let you mutilate him’, you told him. Aemond let out a guttural scream, clearly angered by your actions. Like a wild animal, he darted towards you, his hand wrapping itself around your throat. Fear rose within you, but you noticed that he twitched. He couldn’t do it. He simply couldn’t harm you. So he just kept you in place, his face coming down to yours. He was so close that you could feel his breath on your lips.

‘If you were anyone else, I would kill you right now’, he hissed. Not knowing what to say, you just continued to stare up at his face. You had never felt that many emotions in a single moment before. Anger was flooding you, but as you continued to look into his violet eye, being so close to him, you felt grief inside you. You wanted the man he used to be and you were grieving what could have been between you two.

With another frustrated groan, he let go of you, moving backwards a few steps. You watched him pace for a while as he tried to calm himself.

‘Come with me’, he eventually announced, walking off to where you could see Vhagar waiting for him. You took a deep breath, preparing yourself for what was to come. You wouldn’t be returning home today. You were the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and you willingly agreed to join those whose interest most likely was to murder you. All you could hope for was that Aemond still had some amicable feelings left for you and would protect you.

You kept your distance to the prince as you watched him approach his dragon. He was about to mount Vhagar when he turned around to you, his face back to its usual cold demeanour. You couldn’t help but to stare at that sapphire again and did your best to shove down the urge to touch his cheek.

‘Let me help you’, Aemond said, his voice sounding drained, and he reached out to you. But you couldn’t face the prospect of touching him, so you simply passed him, gently resting your hand on Vhagar to make sure that she would agree to your presence. When she didn’t react, you proceeded to climb up the dragon’s rump until you were seated on her back. It didn’t take much longer for Aemond to join you. The saddles on dragons were rather large, but usually not meant for two people. You could feel his chest pressing up against your back as he got seated. You blushed slightly at the sudden closeness and were grateful that Aemond could not see your face when he reached forward. His arms were at both your sides while he grabbed the ropes that helped him guide Vhagar. You instinctively held on to the saddle, not quite used to sharing a dragon with another person.

‘Are you ready?’, Aemond asked quietly, making sure you were safely in place, before he gave Vhagar the command to fly. You simply nodded your head and within seconds, the dragon below you spread her wings and you rapidly rose up towards the sky. Despite trying to hold onto the saddle, you felt yourself falling backwards directly sinking into Aemond’s embrace. A slight chuckle erupted behind you and you felt your heart jump at the sound. You hated yourself for having these feelings for Aemond despite what had just happened.

Your mother was right, he was vengeful. He was also unpredictable and erratic. But despite all his flaws, he had never harmed you and you wanted to believe that he could overcome his difficult past. It was frustrating, really, because you wanted to hate him for how he treated your family. You just couldn’t get yourself to do so. And now you had to live with the consequences of your feelings and actions.

Go to Chapter 4.

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