#Alice’s ship guide
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Alice’s Ship Guide: Blitzbee
Good day. The Blitzbee Week 2024 has just concluded. I had a lot of fun attending it. However, after seeing some of the interpretations of this ship, I find them quite different from how I understand this ship. At the same time, many of my friends who share my interest don’t ship Blitzbee, which probably has something to do with the popular interpretations of them. So I would like to share my views on this ship, and see if I could inspire some new thoughts on them. Should be fun.
*most of the following analysis is based on tfa, but not limited to it. I like shipping two generally consistent characters in different universes, as a way of training my imagination with slightly different dynamics.
1） They are two childishly reckless young adults. There is an age gap but not very big/important.
Most of the ships I like are “mutuals”: they are equal in strength and mental status. They understand each other better than others.
In tfa, we see many “corresponding” characters in the two camps, for example, Lugnut and Bulkhead are both “the bulky one with destructive power” on both teams. Blitzwing and Bumblebee form a “corresponding pair” as they both play the role of “the funny talkative guy in the team”. They are both young and reckless, having an immature side of them compared to other teammates.
Examples are:
Examples are: Blitzwing (in particular his “random” alter) made a free fall into autobots to have fun messing with them , forgetting about the task Megatron repeatedly told him to do first. Likewise, Bumblebee acts recklessly on many tasks/occasions as well (for example, challenging “Colossus” on a tv show).
The two have an amazing interaction in the episode “Velocity” when they chased/raced with each other, which clearly shows their similarity in personality. Many have noticed the childishness of Bumblebee but failed to see that in Blitzwing as well.
As for the claims of Bumblebee being “underage”, you have to admit autobots are using child soldier in their army to prove that (which is not likely). Bumblebee attended military school in preparation for the elite guards, which should only take adult/ almost adult students, long before he joined Optimus’s team of engineers. The team doesn’t treat him as a child. And seeing from Blitzwing’s personality, he is not so far from Bumblebee’s age. The two are like 20 and 25 year olds mentally.
Also I want to mention that the age of transformers should not be the counted the same way like humans, because they are alien robots who don’t die easily unless they are killed in a military conflict. There is little chance they will perish for old age (all the parts are replaceable), so they can actually live for a very long time if no fatal accident happened. In this case it should be natural for adult bots with an age difference to date, for there is no obvious physical deterioration as age increases. In this case similarity in mental age/ state of maturity is more important than actual years of living. This makes Blitzbee a couple with similar ages rather than a couple with huge age difference.
2） “Growing up together” is the most interesting theme in their relationship.
As I have said, Blitzwing and Bumblebee are both reckless, immature young bots, I would like to see them growing into more responsible and stable ones through learning to take care of each other.
Blitzwing has the mental issue that causes mood swings. He also might have experienced more trauma of war and abuse compared to Bumblebee (the famous triple-changer adaptation being the major one in my fan fiction ideas). After he developed a secret relationship with Bumblebee he would become more stable and his trauma will be healed to some extent by Bumblebee’s powerful, devoted love.
This leads to my major take that Bumblebee should eventually play the role of a “caregiver/protector” in this relationship, speaking of mentality. He should learn to be the one that “fixes” Blitzwing with love and trust. I love to see Bumblebee grow up and learn to be the responsible one that takes care of his lover, rather than staying in the shell of childishness forever and letting traumatized Blitzwing do all the dirty work. Growing up together is an amazing part of this ship and I would love to see more of this in their dynamics.
3） Megatron and the Decepticons are not their enemy.
This is also a major issue I’m having with the majority of Blitzbee fandom. I’d like to propose that since we’re depicting a cross-fractional relationship, it is an excellent chance for us to explore the autobot/decepticon dichotomy in a more meaningful way. Both camps attracted numerous followers and lasted long in the civil war. It is neither reasonable nor meaningful if Megatron’s reign is sorely established on threatening, violence and jungle rules. The decepticons should have fraternity/comradeship inside their camp if autobots do. Decepticons love and respect their battle mates as well, and Megatron as a much trusted leader does show care towards his decepticon soldiers (no need to say that tfa Megatron has shown amazing tolerance and a cool mood in all three seasons). Dehumanizing decepticons to create obstacles for blitzbee is the cheapest and most shallow way of interpreting them either as a couple or as two individuals. Blitzwing as a decepticon soldier has his beliefs and loyalty to his camp too. It is sad that many blitzbee writers simply dismiss Blitzwing’s choice of being a decepticon as being threatened or forced into it, which is just unreasonable since Blitzwing is one of the most trusted subordinates of Megatron. There is a way of exploring both Bumblebee and Blitzwing’s struggles of dating an enemy and their guilt of betraying their camp they willingly joined. This makes the ship more in-depth and lively, only that it requires the shipper to have enough knowledge of politics and an unbiased attitude towards the decepticons.
4） They don’t follow traditional heterosexual roles. They are a homosexual couple (basically, gay. I can also accept genderbending both of them women).
This actually applies to every couple I ship. I don’t like the traditional depiction of romance that requires two individuals to either play by the “feminine script” or “masculine script”. I think this kind of view is rooted in unreasonable expectations/ gender stereotypes of patriarchal society, and is harmful and outdated. I don’t want to assign Blitzwing and Bumblebee fixed roles as “top” or “bottom” as well. Everything should be dynamic in their relationship.
5） If they become mature enough to handle children, Blitzwing is the carrier.
This conclusion comes from 4), and also simply because of the fact that in tfa, decepticons are larger than autobots, this naturally makes the possible cross-fractional kid a “middle size between autobots and decepticons”. This means the kid should be bigger than usual autobot kid (if spark-sexual reproduction is possible) and it would be dangerous for autobots to carry a half decepticon child. If such rule exists, there should already been natural selection working on Cybertron to let the decepticons carry the child if pregnancy happens. Also, as I mentioned in 4), I don’t want to assign traditional gender roles to Bumblebee and Blitzwing, so when it comes to carrying, it is actually the same as other things they should do as a couple: it is alright for the fittest one in a relationship to do it. If the child is big, Blitzwing be the carrier. It’s natural and smooth.
6） (nsfw) Size kink? They have so many more kinks! They actually enjoy non-penetrative sex and spark sex.
This is also based on my take of dismissing traditional gender stereotypes. Penetrative sex is not the only way to get pleasure. Since there is a size difference, it should be uncomfortable/ unpractical for Blitzwing and Bumblebee to carry it out often (If you think they have a size kink, I’ll have to say that kinks shouldn’t be the main reason they get together as a couple, or the relationship would become unhealthy with objectifying the other for sexual pleasure. And it’s certainly not the kind of serious relationship that involves love and respect that I’m trying to write about.).
For one thing, they are very playful childish individuals, besides, sexual reproduction is still not in the codes of Cybertronians, it is actually a perfect chance to break the stereotypes of sexual pleasure solely achieved in penetration. I would like to imagine Blitzbee having all kinds of kinks that may entertain both of them trying all kinds of tricks. Penetration is just a bit too old-fashioned for them. Spark sex, as a more daring method free from any trouble of size, should also be a good choice for them.
7） If there are humanformers, I would like to see Bumblebee being Latino/from Latin America, and Blitzwing being German.
This is my personal interpretation of their human forms based on their accents and designs in canon, and some of the interpretations in fandom. Their personalities fit pretty well for people coming from these two regions, and Blitzwing in particular. There are simply too many German implications in Blitzwing (his accent, his helmet and look, icy) that I just can’t imagine Blitzwing’s human form being anything else.
If you like my interpretation and would like to try this ship, I’ll recommend you my blitzbee fan fictions (ideas). Though they’re limited in number, they’re all consistent to my interpretation above.
Tfa:
Old World, New World
Tfp:
One More Light
Bayverse (Bumblebee movie):
(And the just finished Blitzbee Week 2024 piece)
The Phantom of the Opera
More works are under construction. And if you want to hear out my headcanons just search for #blitzbee in this blog. Thanks for reading!
#blitzbee#tfa#blitzwing#bumblebee#tfa blitzwing#tfa bumblebee#feminism#gender roles#analysis#ship analysis#Alice’s ship guide#my thoughts#maccadams#blitzbeeweek2024
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❛ have you settled in at all , @feltferal ? ❜ esme's always been a curious being ; even in her human years , she'd often found herself dreaming of more -- seeing more , living more , learning more. she used to climb to the tops of trees just to see as far as she could. when jasper &* alice came to their home while emmett &* edward were away , she'd felt no threat from the start. carlisle trusted them ; she generally trusted his guidance. his experience. besides that , SHE HAS SO MANY QUESTIONS. it's not kind to overwhelm someone in their first few hours of being near them , though. so she just smiles &* crosses her arms loosely from where she stands in the doorway. ❛ is there anything i could do for you . . . ? our home is yours , apparently , ❜ she makes sure her tone is teasing --- SHE TRUSTS ALICE'S VISIONS.
#i know i put alice & carlisle in here but i never say they established ships are canon#theyre all friends anfsk#my alice still finds jasper to guide him to the cullens without romance involved just besties you know so i went with that#tho esme & carlisle are poly in my canon if you were interested in a ship & dont like the poly side she can just be single ansdjkf#feltferal#✘ snow white in the flesh / e. platt
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is there a guide to what couples are named what? for instance, moonwater is regulus and remus? but then what is sirius and remus called? i’m sorry if you’ve answered this before!
No worries babe! I can break down the ships I write for and maybe some side pairings I’m familiar with/sometimes reference in my writings!
Basically, if you see anything involving a moon or wolf, it’s likely going to be Remus. If you see a star mentioned it’ll be either Black brother, anything to do with a sun or chaser with be James (sun incarnate, gryffindor chaser), flowers are usually Lily with the exception of one*, killer is always barty (even though the only person he ever killed was his abuser/father), a rose will be Evan (Rosier), or you’ll see a mashup of first or last names
Remus & Sirius = Wolfstar
Remus & James = MoonChaser
Remus and Regulus = moonwater
James & Regulus = usually referred to as Jegulus but aka Sunseeker or starchaser (regulus was the Slytherin seeker)
James and Sirius = usually referred to as prongsfoot but sometimes seen as starbucks or bambibelle
Lily & James = jily
Barty & Regulus = bartylus or starkiller
Barty & Evan = rosekiller
Regulus, Barty, Evan = starosekiller
Barty & Sirius = i refer to them as deathstar but most refer to them as bitchkiller
Remus, Regulus, Barty = moonwaterkiller
Lily & Remus = moonflower
Lily & Pandora = pandalily
Lily & Mary = marylily
Marlene & Dorcas = dorlene
Sirius & Marlene = blackinnon
Alice & Narcissa = nobleflower* (I think this is because the name Alice means noble and narcissus is a flower?)
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My dear author, I just read "Daemon Targaryen*In Charge" and omg it's amazing! That said, if you're taking requests could I get a part 2, extremely fluffy focused on their married life (how they support each other and are completely devoted to each other, stuff) please?
Daemon Targaryen*My Moon and Stars
Pairing: Daemon x essos!reader
Summary: The reader experiences a peaceful day of married life since moving to Westeros for love
Word count: 1419
This is a fluffy sequel to In Charge. Can be read by itself
Warnings: just pure fluff
Masterlist Here
Translations:
Kirimvose - thank you
Ñuha qēlos - my star
Ñuho glaeso hūrus - moon of my life
It was easy to miss Essos, the smell of its spices, the music that rang in the streets like church bells, and the hot summer sun. Moving from the depths of the East to the capital of the West had been a big adjustment, to say the least. The lords spoke differently here, the streets were busy but somehow not as loud, and the air was cold even when others said it was warm. A foreign land with strange people yet for some reason you kept choosing to stay.
Daemon was the reason why. He was the reason you didn’t pick a ship and sail back. He was the reason you smiled, the reason you laughed, the reason your body felt warm even during the winter season. He was also currently laying behind you, arm lazily draped over your waist. His fingers drew light circles over your hip bone.
“We must wake dear husband,” you said, stifling the yawn that threatened to spill. You had gone to bed later than usual last night and the reason why lay behind you.
Daemon brushed the hair off your shoulder, placing a kiss on the nape of your neck, “Not yet ñuha qēlos,” my star he called you. The star from the east to guide him home he would call you.
“ñuho glaeso hūrus,” you said back slowly, the pronunciation feeling tight on your tongue. “Did I say it right?” You asked, turning your head at first but soon moving to lay on your back to gaze up at his face.
“Yes qēlos,” he whispered, leaning down to place a soft kiss on your lips. While you were the star, he was the moon. Moon of my life. He’d taught you the phrase after he taught you qēlos. “Your Valerian is almost as good as mine,” his lilac eyes gazed into yours and sometimes at night you wondered if the moon would be prettier in purple.
Later that day once you had finally managed to pry Daemon from his marriage bed you decided to walk the grounds while Daemon trained in the courtyard. The red keep had been quiet recently, perhaps too quiet, but nonetheless, you decided to enjoy the rarity to its full extent. As you walked you noticed all the other wives gathered in clusters with their sewing or their embroidery or occasionally a book.
While the wives may have smiled at you and asked polite questions it had yet to go further. Lady Beesbury smiled at you from her embroidery group, even lifting her hand for a small wave. “They’ll love you once they know you. Like I have, “Daemon's words rang in your heads as you took your first step over. “Ladies,” you greeted the three as you approached.
“Princess,” all greeted, bowing their eyes down before looking back up. You found the curtseying and bowing and titles of Westeros all so painful, but you did not want to correct them yet. “Have you come to join us princess?” Lady Harte asked, glancing around the group.
“If you would like me to my lady,” you said, daemon having spent many a night with you teaching you how to speak to people at court.
Lady Beesbury grinned as she shuffled over on the bench she sat on, “It would be an honour princess,”
“Thank you,” you said, sitting down next to her, glancing at her embroidery, “But please we are in our own company, call me by my name,”
“Very well,” Lady Beesbury said, a smile eating up her face, “Well (Y/N) I’m Alice and these are my friends,” as Alice began to introduce you to your new group you didn’t notice the watchful lilac eyes from the windows above.
Daemon stood silently, leaning on the balcony watching how you smiled as you spoke, how your hands moved with each word, with a relaxed grin on his face. He wasn’t sure how long he had been watching you until he saw Lady Beesbury finger-pointing him out to you. When your eyes met, he noticed your smile widening. Daemon didn’t want to ruin your fun however so left it at a simple wave.
As he walked through the corridors, he noticed a face that he knew would soon become familiar, “Lord Beesbury,” Daemon greeted, suddenly approaching the slightly bumbling man that had been roaming court for the past month. “Do you and your wife have planned this evening?”
“N-not my prince,” the man stuttered out, his cheeks pinking at the edges, “Can we be of service to you in anyway?”
Daemon chuckled lightly at this, “You can help us polish off the plates if you’d like. Would you both like to join us at dinner?” Daemon even managed to have him track down the other wives and their husbands and you were shocked to find out about the sudden dinner party you were hosting.
“Not that I’m complaining,” you told daemon in your chambers as you finished getting ready. Your hands sneaked around his waist, pulling him into you, “But what’s with the sudden want for company darling?”
“It was nice to see you making friends,” he said, brushing the hair out of your face, “and see you smile of course,” he added when he saw the grin spreading across your cheeks.
The dinner had been a success and Daemon even managed to enjoy himself somehow, but he was thankful that it was over. “I forget how much I hate to share,” he mumbled into your neck.
You laughed as you pushed him off of you. “You were right by my side the whole night my moon,” you said as you stroked his cheek, “Besides I cannot have my bath with you clinging to my hip like a wanting child,”
Daemon grinned, his eyebrow-raising, “A bath you say?” He said as his hands grabbed your waist, pulling you flush against his chest.
“My bath,” you said pointedly, your hand pushing against his strong chest, “For I smell horrible,”
“You’ve never smelt horrible,” Daemon said but finally he relinquished his grip. As you turned to finish the touches on your bath, Daemon moved to sit on a chair close by. You worked silently, filling the bath with milks, honey, salts, and flowers as daemon watched each move. When you moved here impromptu you had left much of Essos behind, but Daemon was soon to send for all the salts and dried flowers you needed for these baths.
The water had turned a milky lilac once you’d finished and the steam from the water smelt like a sweet flower in spring. As you reached for the laces of your dresses Daemon stood silently. Without words he moved to stand behind you, pulling on each lace gently until he slipped the dress over your shoulders to pool on the floor.
You stepped out of the dress, moving over to step in the bath when you looked up to see Daemon carefully folding the fine silk dress away into the correct chest. You let yourself enjoy the sight, your husband oblivious to your gaze, before allowing yourself to enter the hot water, sighing as the warmth enveloped your body.
You let your eyes flutter shut as you rested your head on the edge of the bath. When heard footsteps pad across the floor, the sound of a chair scraping stone, then felt soft fingertips trail along your scalp. Your eyes fluttered open and when they looked up you saw Daemon looking down. “Relax ñuha qēlos,” he said gently, his voice not far above a whisper.
Allowing your eyes to shut again you let Daemon continue his movements. His fingers slipping into your hair, scratching gently at your scalp at first making you groan in pleasure. He continued his work silently, grabbing a hair oil from your chest of smells and pastes. His fingers stroked through your hair, using the oil the way he had watched you do many times. You let yourself enjoy the silence, enjoy his touch.
After he had finished with your hair daemon had you sit further forward to massage your back, working out any tension Westeros had caused. “Thank you,” you whispered into the near-silent room as Daemon worked out a knot in your shoulder.
Daemon paused for a moment, holding your shoulders in his hands. He leant forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek without caring that he got his shirt wet. None of that mattered to him right now, “Anything for you ñuha qēlos,”
“kirimvose ñuho glaeso hūrus,”
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I have feelings about Aegon and since we’re all waiting for season two I’m gonna rant for a bit.
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I’d like to talk about Alicent in the Green trailer saying something along the lines of “do you understand how much has been sacrificed to get you on the throne?” to Aegon and how low key manipulative that line is.
She knows Aegon doesn’t care about the throne but he does care about being burdensome to his family and that’s why the line most likely weighs heavily on him, we don’t quite know how he reacts from it but from the little bit in the trailer the line does affect him.
This is Aegon having to literally be dragged to his own coronation! This is Aegon trying to flee to Essos to avoid a war over the throne he doesn’t want or feel he is worthy of and ALICENT HAS THE AUDACITY TO SAY THAT TO HIM?! HE DIDNT WANT THIS! HE ACTIVELY TRIED TO AVOID ALL OF IT BECAUSE HE HATED THE IDEA OF TAKING THE THRONE SO MUCH HE WAS WILLING TO GIVE UP BEING A PRINCE! HE DIDNT ASK FOR ANY OF IT AND YOU’RE GOING TO USE THAT TO EMOTIONALLY HURT HIM?! Like I’m grateful the show is showing that side of her cause that is book accurate Alicent but I hattttteeee how Aegon is treated in the show and by the fandom.
I hatttteee that certain characters are deemed sympathetic and oh no poor them (Viserys) while others are not graced with an ounce of sympathy or most importantly empathy (Aegon). Is Viserys entirely bad? No, I hate him but I do not believe he has no redeeming qualities. He loved Aemma and he unfortunately realized his greed for a son was less important far too late, after he killed his wife for a son, does he love Rhaenyra and (sometimes, it’s rare cause Viserys is a coward by nature) stand up for her? Yes, but he is far less sympathetic than CHILD (say whatever you want about adult Aegon but child Aegon deserves none of what he is given) Aegon in my mind I will take no criticism on that. Viserys actively created the toxic environment he is surrounded by, if he’s suffering it’s of his own making. Aegon was a child for a bit of this nonsense and had absolutely no control over what happened around him.
Aegon is the son VISERYS FORCED TO EXIST. He manipulated (softly which is why people like Viserys more than like Larys Strong for example) but he still MANIPULATED (show Alicent not book Alicent cause book Alicent is the one who seduces him and manipulates him) Alicent into marrying him at 15, forcing her to have his children as she can’t deny her husband AND THE LITERAL KING. He wanted a son so badly he carved his first wife up to try to save the son that was killing her, this failed and so he forced Alicent to give him that son and then ONCE AEGON IS NO LONGER CUTE OR EASY TO LOVE HE TOSSES HIM ASIDE. He becomes completely and utterly absent in Aegon’s life and that’s not even talking about how little he cares about Helaena, Aemond, or Daeron, Daeron who was literally shipped off to another part of the continent. He does not care for Aegon, he doesn’t guide him, does not instruct him and teach him the ways of the world. Instead Aegon is stuck with having to rely on Criston “I bash in people’s skulls cause I can’t control my anger and I can’t get over the girl I fucked ten years ago” Cole and Otto “I view women as literal incubators for sons” Hightower, alongside Alicent “I’m a hypocritical coward who will damn and literally terrorize any woman who tries to find a way to cheat the patriarchal society instead of using my power as Queen to make my children’s lives better than my own” Hightower. These same people teach and raise him. One, they teach him to not regulate or handle his emotions. Two, they frequently and repeatedly beat and verbally insult him for just saying I don’t want to challenge my sister for a throne that isn’t mine. Three, teaches him and enables the toxic and sexist mentality perpetrated by the society that they live in that women are things to use and abuse by men and that consent does not matter to him because he is not only a man but a prince and she has no real right to deny him.
Why do you think Aegon grows to be an abuser? Because he was never taught anything else. His bad behavior was enabled or even encouraged, with only slight punishment from the same woman who literally paid his victim hush money to not tell people that her son forced himself on her. She stands there telling the girl her son forced himself on that “I understand” and “It’s not your fault” and then LITERALLY PAYS HER HUSH MONEY TO SHUT UP ABOUT IT AND GIVES HER WESTEROSI BIRTH CONTROL! THEREFORE ENABLING AND ALLOWING THAT BEHAVIOR AND SHE ACTS LIKE SHE HAD NO PART TO PLAY IN WHY HER SON BECAME AN ABUSER!
He is exactly your son. He is the son you chose to raise. Aegon wasn’t born like this, YOU MADE HIM LIKE THIS AND THEN DESPISE AND CURSE HIM FOR IT. He never had a chance to be anything else, he was doomed from the start and that is why I empathize more with Aegon than Viserys. Do I feel bad that Aegon was slapped and called out for forcing himself on a girl? No, he should have been properly punished. He should have been punished for that kind of behavior a LONG time ago. But that’s exactly the problem, Alicent doesn’t punish him for this behavior and then gets upset when he continues doing it. You created the “monster” in front of you and then are shocked when he does monstrous things. You made your own bed and now you refuse to lie in it and instead choose to frequently and repeatedly abuse, terrorize, and antagonize those who refuse to participate (Rhaenyra) in the system that turned you into a victim and your son into an abuser.
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hey!! Saw that requests were open! Can I get one for Alicent x Daemon? Like when he returns from Stepstones, the two kinda hangout and begin to like each other so instead of running around with Rhaenyra, Alicent convinces him to become mature and the two start an affair? Like this time, it's Daemon being team Green because he loves Alicent and because I feel like Alicent would be much more comforting and sweet and Daemon would appreciate a kind soul very much. He'd wanna pamper her, give her the attention and pleasure she SO deserves and she'd treat him with appreciation and softness that he clearly seems to crave. Maybe, Aemond and Daeron are Daemon's kids with her? And it explains why she loves Aemond the most? I love Daemon and Alicent! Them both finally getting to be happy and feel accepted is very special to me!
(P.s. its not exactly reader a.u so feel free to ignore.) It's just my dream idea because I really don't like the way Viserys and Rhaenyra treat Daemon who genuinely tries to defend and love them only to be pushed away whenever they feel threatened by his strong emotions. And don't get me started on how Alicent was treated by those two.
But Alicent I think would make Daemon more mature and appreciate his strong love and emotions and she'd make Daemon feel wanted. Like she's a dependent person and all Daemon wanted was to be needed by someone. Its perfect honestly and they're my crack ship too!
AN: Thank you so much for the request - I loved your thoughts on the pairing and I hope you like it x
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Alicent had not expected the rogue Prince to agree with her idea to see the tapestries. The Queen had only tried to be polite; it was all she had always tried to be. The laughter of Viserys cut her deeper than she’d ever like to admit and it was hard to miss the slight curve of Rhaenyra’s lips.
It had her heart dropping; Alicent had hoped to mend the relationship but it seemed the Princess had her mind made up. “I would like that, my Queen.” Daemon hummed. It was the first time the Prince had spoken of her title and the surprise must have moved through those big, brown eyes of hers as he only smirked.
It seemed it was a shock to the other two in their presence as Viserys’ amusement dropped. “I hope you are not too tired from your travels.” Alicent whispered; biting down on the gasp threatening to escape her as the rogue Prince gently linked his arm with hers. A notion Viserys had never done.
Daemon did not know why he had agreed; he was always impulsive but the conversation only had him softening. The Queen was the first person to ask about his well-being; even his precious Rhaenyra had not done so. A part of him wondered if Alicent was sincere but he would take it.
Alicent began to play with her fingers; the rings adorning them as she guided Daemon towards the quiet corridor. The guards and ladies of the court alike all in the courtyard for the celebration. “I am well now.” Daemon finally answered as the Queen’s eyes moved over the wall in front of them.
A soft smile tugged on Alicent’s lips but soon she was ducking her head. “I heard that you had given my brother two children.” Daemon couldn’t stop himself. He shivered at the mere thought of Alicent beneath his seemingly rotting away brother. For a moment, he wondered why he cared.
“Yes, they are precious..” Alicent whispered. It was the words she was supposed to say but somewhere deep inside she knew they were wrong. She must be wrong. “You are very young to have such a number of children.” Daeon prodded at the reality as the two of them finally came to a stop.
“It is my duty.” Alicent hummed the words she was supposed to say once again and this time the rogue Prince stepped closer. His body brushed against hers only slightly but it was enough to have her heart skipping. “I see I was looking in all the wrong places before.” Daemon whispered into her ear.
“I do not understand.” Alicent hummed. Her body nearly shivered at his closeness as her fingers brushed over each other; digging into her soft skin. A moment later; Daemon’s hands gently collected her own. “You smell so good.” He purred. Gods, was she always this soft and beautiful? Had he truly been so blind?
“Daemon…what are you doing?” Alicent softly asked; slowly moving from him but the rogue Prince followed. He was near obsessed as his intense emotions drove his actions. “It seems I may have made a mistake.” It was the only answer the Queen was given before she was gently pushed into the royal library.
His lips were soon on Alicent before both of them could figure anything else out. Daemon watched in amusement as her wide eyes stared up at him in shock. His hands moved down her sides. ”Daemon..” She softly gasped out as he gently pushed the Queen against the wall behind her.
He only hummed as her delicate hands brushed onto his chest; pushing him away because that was the right thing to do. Gods, she had never felt this before. Her body seemed to hum for more. “Shh, you deserve this.” Daemon hummed, “Let me give you this.” He continued to whisper as he slowly moved to his knees.
“Wh—what are you doing?” Alicent whimpered; her hands moving to the desk to keep herself steady. Daemon only chuckled; enjoying the idea of ruining the pretty Queen just as she deserved. Slowly, his hands moved up her inner thighs. He pushed that stunning gown to her waist before disappearing under it.
“Daemon..” She whispered as he pressed soft, open mouthed kisses up her thigh until he got to her pussy. Her wetness was beginning to make itself known and he couldn’t help but smirk. “Good girl..” Daemon purred and watched the Queen shake at such praises. Oh, she liked that then.
His tongue slowly moved her weeping pussy, giving her a taste. “Oh —oh gods..” Alicent was loud and responsive; damn near adorable as he harshly began to suck on her clit now. He wanted to hear more. His own cock was hardening and just begging to be touched but for now; it was all for her.
Her body arched from the desk as all thoughts of how wrong it was disappeared from her mind. His tongue slowly moved inside her. This time; nothing hurt. Her toes were nearly curling in pleasure as she gasped out. Daemon’s hands moved to her waist and kept her firm against the desk.
He began to kitten lick her clit; the movements caused the Queen to jolt in pleasure. An affair of intense passion and growing love started here; with far reaching consequences for all.
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“He is beautiful.” A lady in waiting whispered as the Queen cuddled her second son to her chest. “He is.” Alicent gently stroked his hair with warmth that had never existed before. Her whole heart was for him, she realised as she brought Aemond into an embrace she never wanted to part from.
Alicent brushed her hand over her collar bone; her fingers finding the bright rubies adorning it. A gift from her lover. The thought alone brought a soft blush to her face. “Brother, come meet your new nephew.” Viserys’ voice was heard and those big eyes of hers flashed open. Alicent kept Aemond close as she finally turned around.
Their eyes caught each other but the rogue Prince was able to mask his face perfectly. “He is named Aemond.” Viserys announced; a wide smile on his face as Daemon locked eyes with the Queen. His own eyes widened for a moment before he stepped closer. “I thought after you.” Alicent whispered oh so innocently and nobody knew any better.
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the man who was obsessed with nyra and the ex “friend” who lets her delusions and lies that are pretty obviously untrue from her father guide her rather than common sense are the ones who need to stay away from rhaenyra especially when you consider that in canon (the book) that Criston first came into Rhaenyra’s life when she was like 7 or 8 and even Alicent said “ser Criston protects rhaenyra from her enemies but who protects rhaenyra from ser Criston”
Also both book and show Rhaenyra were the ones mistreated and abused in the rhaenyra/alicent relationship but I’m happy that this goon at least doesn’t ship nyra with her stepmother-exfriend-abuser-usurper. And Alicent and her doe eyes and victim complex who can never be criticized or you’re “victim blaming” her is more of a Mary Sue.
HOTD was a mistake.
#rhaenyra targaryen#queen rhaenyra targaryen#pro rhaenyra targaryen#team black#a song of ice and fire#asoiaf#fire and blood#f&b#anti alicent hightower#anti criston cole#anti team green#anti tg#anti rhaenicent#house of the dragon critical#hotd critical#anti ryan condal#anti sara hess
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A new thought that occurs to me: Visenya’s egg. Do you think it could have hatched for Luke if he hadn’t offered it to the Cannibal?
It actually would have done!
It’s important to note that Luke is really not a reliable narrator when he returns to Dragonstone. He’s struggling with grief, survivor’s guilt, and a pre-existing sense of inadequacy that gets dramatically worsened by what he sees as him getting Arrax killed. If he had been thinking more clearly, he might have made some different, healthier choices in that chapter, rather than offering up the last remaining tie to his little sister and the life he could have lived with it in sacrifice.
Had Luke chosen differently…
The egg would have eventually hatched for him into a little blue dragon. She’s a mischievous, sweet-natured creature, although Geradys remarks that her shape is quite akin to Queen Rhaenys’ lost Meraxes.
This is not terribly helpful in terms of firepower, but does provide a boost for the Blacks that Rhaenyra is clearly rightful queen, given the ease with which her sons hatch dragons.
Emboldened by this, Rhaenyra isn’t nearly as hesitant in sending her sons out into the field, with quite interesting implications for when pleas come later down the line for reinforcements against Green attacks. It also boosts Luke’s self-esteem (also, his massive, massive denial over Shipwrecker’s Bay) and helps convince him to accept Corlys’ offer to serve on the fleets as part of the war effort. However, the delay caused by the egg hatching means that Luke is still around when Arryk arrives, and because the Cannibal actually had no influence on Luke’s documented reaction when someone threatens his family…
Once onboard the ship, Luke is very aware of how dimly he’s regarded by many amongst Corlys’ men, particularly those who served alongside Ser Vaemond (though the Arryk situation does earn him some respect too). Desperate to prove himself, he throws himself into learning the ropes, helped by Alyn of Hull, whom Corlys mysteriously trusts above all others to guide his heir without undermining him. This helps forge a friendship that lasts throughout the rigours of the war, and also means Luke is very ready to vouch for Alyn and his brother in the highly unlikely event that they should ever have their loyalty doubted.
Surprisingly enough, Luke actually flourishes quite well in that environment (although his seasickness is lessened after his near-drowning, a lot of it is down to him powering through as IRL sailors like Admiral Nelson managed). His dragon becomes a familiar sight, looping through the skies above the Velaryon fleet or coiled around Luke’s shoulders as he and Alyn work upon the decks (despite her small size, her issuing billowing clouds of smoke whenever Luke is vexed proves oddly intimidating!) Luke’s crew take a particular pride in “their” dragon, and joke she’ll one day be the greatest terror of the Green’s forces.
(“Princess Rhaenys had Baratheon blood, you know. Not surprising, really, the lad having hair like that, and there’s no denying his grandfather’s blood after he saw his men through that storm. Fine sailor, Ser Vaemond, but you’ve got to wonder, him being so quick to grasp at High Tide before Lord Velaryon even breathed his last-“)
Queen Alicent is driven to despair when her “my son is NOT a kinslayer, just FYI” campaign runs into the difficulty of Aemond being determined to remedy that - at least, that’s the only reason most can fathom for why he seems to keep haring off from his military campaign in the Riverlands whenever Prince Lucerys’ location becomes known.
As it so happens, the various battles the fleet engage in across the course of the Dance do provide ample opportunity for Luke to prove as fierce as any dragon, including the sinking of most of the Redwyne fleet (which also ends with the capture of some prominent Hightower hostages). During a clash with the Triarchy, an enemy captain also finds out the hard way that a baby dragon’s flame is still deadly at close range.
Luke starts having visions courtesy of his brush with the Drowned God. Unfortunately, these come in the form of fever dreams that aren’t particularly easy to interpret (Luke really should have got brought back by R’hllor instead) and that he’s not even always aware are of the future as such. He mainly tries to ignore them, but the rumour does leak out among the fleets that Luke has a touch of the strange about him - a rumour either fiercely denied or proudly boasted of by Luke’s men, whose doubts about their teenage commander seem to have gradually transmuted into a steadfast loyalty.
(“Mayhaps he used them dark arts to see off Prince Aemond, when he went alone to confront the traitor alone on the beach for a few hours. They say the prince looked awfully shocked when he landed back in Harrenhal empty-handed, and he even demanded a septon cleanse him, for his soul was gripped by a strange madness that seeing his nephew face to face had only worsened-“)
There’s a brief encounter with Dalton Greyjoy. The rumours that he suggested that Prince Lucerys could easily be the prettiest of his salt wives are probably untrue, as are the whispers that Prince Aemond’s rage when he heard them were what prompted Vhagar to torch half of the Greyjoy fleet. It’s undeniable at least that Lord Greyjoy sports both a small burn and a newfound respect for Targaryen authority afterwards.
None of the above changes Corlys’ feelings as a grandfather, naturally. Truly he loves them all equally, from Lucerys, his precious heir, pride of the Driftmark fleet and future Lord of Tides…to, you know, the rest of them.
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Alice Payne duology Kate Heartfield
(Alice Payne Arrives, Alice Payne Rides)
It’s 1788 and Alice Payne is the notorious highway robber, the Holy Ghost. Aided by her trusty automaton, Laverna, the Holy Ghost is feared by all who own a heavy purse.
It’s 1889 and Major Prudence Zuniga is once again attempting to change history―to save history―but seventy attempts later she’s still no closer to her goal.
It’s 2016 and . . . well, the less said about 2016 the better!
But in 2020 the Farmers and the Guides are locked in battle; time is their battleground, and the world is their prize. Only something new can change the course of the war. Or someone new.
Little did they know, but they’ve all been waiting until Alice Payne arrives.
Genres: fantasy, time travel, historical, romance
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The White Dragon (25)
25. In the Dragon's den
MASTERLIST
Summary: The consequences of Aemond’s actions
Pairings: main Harwin Strong x Fem!Targaryen reader
Warnings: cursing, medieval and A song of ice and Fire AU customs, minors getting married, talks about “bedding” and “having sex” about underage persons.
+18, MINORS DNI
Wordcount: 3.4 k
Notes: SURPRISE! I finished it early!
Criston Cole being petty HAHAHA his part and thoughts in this are written sarcastically, just so you know! 😂
Since Aemond confessed to the small council of the horrible accident, the meetings were tense, and almost awkward.
He had gained a seat in it, alongside his brother, the King. Aegon had to be dragged to attendance, sometimes suffering the spoils of the night before where he indulged in wine and sex. Since he rose to power he didn’t even bother in leaving the Keep, he just brought his ladies from the skin trade and his other vices to the Keep through secret passageways and sometimes he wouldn’t even bother in hiding them.
“Had the Blacks declared war yet?”, asked Aegon, playing with the dragoneye in front of him
“No”, Otto muttered, their silence was terrifying. They expected a full scale attack, they were sighting the skies for enemies every hour. But the silence was worse. They had been
“What about the ravens we have sent?”, asked Alicent
“We received letters from all over the Kingdoms”, said the Hand with a smile, “Ha! see? a letter from the North, already the lords of the seven Kingdoms are falling in line”, claimed Otto, removing the seal and opening the letter. Alicent had a pleased and content smile on her face. But at seeing his father’s grin change suddenly, panic quickly settled in
“What? What is it?” she asked, Aegon raised his gaze as well to look at his grandfather
“They recognized Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen as the legitimate Queen of the seven Kingdoms” he said, reading.
“What?”
“They left it clear that they bend the knee, recognizing her as the legitimate heir to the Iron Throne”, he continued, “Furthermore, they know about the death of the princess and they…”, he swallowed hard
“What?”, asked Alicent
“They considered it an act of war, they called their bannermen, they are gathering the northern army to march south”, Alicent opened her eyes widely
“They won’t dare go this far south”, she said
“Once they meet with the Knights of the Vale, they will”, Otto said, “the northerners went ahead even more, they repudiate the ascension of Aegon the drunk, calling him a usurper”, he said firmly
“They would wage war against the crown?” she asked, indignant
“...Against the usurper”, he called, “That wretched princess whored his sons to Cregan Stark, it has to be” she muttered
“They loved each other since they were children”, said Alicent. They were interrupted by a guard, who entered solemnly, guiding a maester, a letter in his hand
“Lord Hand, a letter from Dorne”, he said, delivering the letter a making a bow, and then abandoning the room
“Let’s see”, he opened the letter and read attentively, and then his face showed that it wasn't good news either. “We don’t with dance dragons” he muttered, “But Dorne recognizes no King, but Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen, and will not recognize the rule of the Usurper Aegon the drunk”, he spitted out, “For the Princess’ death, we will collect every soldier that crosses the border and sink every ship that dares to cross our shores”, he read
“Gods be good”, cried the Queen, “what about Highgarden? and Riverrun?”
“No news of highgarden, the Riverlands are of the Strongs and the Tullys, both houses are Black”
“So…” muttered Aegon, who was suffering the consequences of the exploits of the night before, “We don’t have the North… we don’t have the Vale, of course we don’t have the Riverlands because of the Strongs… We don’t have Dorne either”
“We have the Stormlands” mutter the Queen, “We might have the Reach, we have the Westerlands”
“We haven’t got word from The Reach” muttered Otto, “They keep this Kingdom’s food in their storages, we do not risk in involving them, they will stay at the sidelines, as they had always done”, but then he smiled, “but we have Oldtown, they had been preparing their army for years”, Alicent looked at him with warning.
“We can’t leave the castle because they have the city watch, mother”, murmured Aegon, “One step out of the keep and we are dead”
“THIS IS YOURS BY RIGHT!” she snapped, “VISERYS…” and then she got quiet, “wanted you to be King, this is your birthright” she continued, in her eyes unshed tears, “the Gods are with us”
“They Gods don’t have armies”, said Aemond
“You killed the only person that was preventing the blacks from coming for our heads”, said Tyland, “Rhaenyra doesn’t give a shit about Aemma, Daemon won’t hesitate to throw the entire country into war”.
“Yes, Aemma…”, said Otto, “the only valuable asset we have, she is the key to the Riverlands, Harwin is still alive, as are their brothers, three grown dragons…”
“Wed her to me”, said Aemond
“Before she found out what you did?”, laughs Aegon
“Yes”
“It could be a good idea”, muttered Tyland. Larys only looked at everything with a shy smile
“How long until our army is here?”, asked Alicent
“It could be months, but the Baratheons are preparing as we speak”, said Otto, “and we have the royal army”
“If the City watch takes arms against them it could mean a civil war”, said Alicent
“What news of Harrenhal?”, asked Alicent to Larys
“It’s been quiet, my brother hasn't call for his banners yet”, he said with that unsettling smile
“He must be in mourning”, whispered Alicent
“We could take the advantage”, said Tyland, “Harrenhal is essential, is a great garrison to gather a large force, and the closest to King’s Landing”
“I agree”, said Otto, looking right at Aemond, “we need Harrenhal”, Aemond knew his grandfather was speaking directly to him. He understood his role, he was the dragon rider with the biggest dragon, the one that was dispensable, his brother was King and his sweet sister, she couldn’t ride to war.
So he was the chosen one
To fly into battle and destroy his family, the family that he had come to love. Perhaps he could speak with Aemma, perhaps he could talk to Rhaegar and Maekar, and. He drew a sharp breath, he had killed their mother, they would kill him in sight, or try to. He wouldn’t be able to bear to kill his nephews.
“We will find the most suited commander to lead the forces from the capital to take Harrenhal”, said Otto.
Perhaps Aemond killing the Princess wasn’t so bad, it’s like the cut the head of the dangerous dragon. Well, the dragon did have another two heads, two chaotic, restless mindless heads… Daemon and Rhaenyra will eat each other first.
“In Harrenhal we don’t have more than a thousand men, but as soon as Daemon reaches Riverrun we are expected to gather the entirety of the Riverland army”, told Harwin pointing at the map, “But I’m worried about those little towns in the path of the Lannister army, we will have to guard them, either way, when we secure the Neck The northers and the army from the Vale will gather easily, when we gather that force we will destroy everything in our path”, said Harwin, sure of his word
“But if we gather all the forces, it will be easier for a dragon, Vhagar, to burn them all”, observed another
“Yes, it would be wise to keep them separated”, said Rhaenyra
“Lord Borros has allied with the Greens”, said Daemon
“So it looks like the North against the South”, muttered Rhaenyra
“We need to find a way to block The Lannisters from joining King’s Landing Army”
“The Riverland army seems to be the obvious choice”
“So Harwin, I need you to call in your bannermen”, said Daemon, “we need you in the Riverlands”
“I will…”
“No!”, said Rhaenyra, calling the attention of everyone there, “It’s too dangerous”, Daemon wouldn’t miss how Rhaenyra grabbed his hand. But Harwin retracted his hand from hers
“This is what I need to do”, he said firmly, “this is how we fuck them up, I want theirs heads in spikes”
“Don’t we all”, said Daemon, looking at him, amused.
Meanwhile, in another room in the castle
“This shit is ridiculous”, growled Crestan, as he packed the few belongings he had on his bag, “I’m going to look for her and nobody is stopping me, fuck this shit!”, he mumbled to himself, “Like hell they will burn me, they don’t know shit!”. He grabbed his sack and threw it over hsi shoulders
Great dragon lords these ones, not even a scout to search for her!
He will take matters into his own hands
He managed to exit the castle without being bothered, and now he was walking towards the small village, crossing it to get to the dock.
But before he could reach his boat, I mean, ship, he was intercepted by none other than Daemon himself
“Where are you going?”, he asked
“To search for her”, he answered plainly
“If you sneak me into King’s Landing I will let you leave”, he said, his hands grasping his famous Valyrian Steel sword, Dark sister
“King’s Landing? Are you insane?”, he asked. Daemon just shook his head
“Speak nothing of it, and you will be able to leave this gods forsaken island never to return”, he said firmly
“So the only thing I have to do is take you to King’s Landing?”, Daemon nodded, “Well, raise the anchors”, he said with a mocking smile
“What are you going to do there?”, he asked
“A nephew for a niece”, he cryptically said
In Winterfell, the castle was on high alert, all the Lords and ladies had returned home to gather their men, and soon they would all march and gather all of their force in Moat Cailin. And then, wreak havoc in the Capital.
They knew the Riverlands belonged to the blacks, so they didn’t quite know who they were going to face. It was expected that small towns could rise against their lord in allegiance to the Usurper, but still.
Maekar and Rhaegar had stood alongside Cregan, and the man trusted them with everything regarding the preparations for the march. They had reports of all the Lord and Ladies ready to march from their homes, so clearly Winterfell and all the towns around it had gathered their men and were preparing to depart.
Maekar grabbed his brother and took him to the God’s Wood, so they could have a proper conversation, alone.
“I spoken to Cregan, and i made a decision”, he said
“You made a decision?”, Rhaegar asked
“We both are parting ways”, he said firmly. and Rhaegar looked at him, angry
“But mom said…”
“Mom is gone”, he said firmly, “she might be gone for good, or she might be in some distant beach, washed up on some shore, but right now, she isn’t here”
“What should we do, then?”, asked Rhaegar
“What is the first place those fuckers are going to try and take?” Maekar tried to reason with his brother. “They are going to Harrenhal, that one-eye bastard on that fucking flying dinosaur and I have to be there with our father”
“We are going, then”
“No, you are staying here”
“I’m not letting you leave to go fighting and probably dying, while I stay here doing nothing!”, he fought back
“You are not doing nothing, you will stay with Lord Cregan, and march South with him and his army”
“But…”
“They are our allies”, he sentenced, “they are going south, they are putting their lives at risk for us, for our cause, for mom, you and Karnax are going to guard them and protect them”
“You are going to die”, he said firmly, “you cannot face Vhagar alone”
“I probably won’t be alone, there is Daemon, and Rhaenyra, and Jace, and Luke, they all have dragons, together we will defeat Vhagar”, he said, sure of his words but not truly believing them, he pictured many members of their family flying into the battlefield atop their dragons, Aunt Rhaenyra wasn’t one of them
“We will meet in Harrenhal then, but you have to promise me one thing”
“Yes”
“You will call for me, whatever happens”
“Very well”, and Maekar offered his arm, and Rhaegar grabbed his forearm and his twin did the same.
“Good luck brother”
“Don’t fucking die”, said Rhaegar, “Or I will kill you”
“How are you going to kill me if…”
“Shut up”
It was hard for them both, they were the oldest of the siblings, they had a responsibility, and that responsibility was their two baby brother and sister. They were too small to understand what was going on, so they couldn’t quite explain it, but, they couldn’t just leave and abandon them
“Will you be good?”, asked Maekar to both children, and they nodded
“Why is everyone leaving?”, Asked Saera
“We have to go to King’s Landing”, said Rhaegar
“Why? Can we go with you?”
“You must stay here”
“Where is mama and papa?”, asked Vaegor
“They are in Dragonstone with aunt Rhaenyra”, they didn’t have the heart to tell them you had perished, not yet.
“You have to stay here, and be nice”, demanded Maekar
“When mama and papa are going to come?”, asked Saera
“Soon we will all come back, and then we will go home”, said Rhaegar, “but right now you have to stay here”
They weren’t proud of abandoning their little siblings, but they did know that this was the safest palace of all, that here they were going to be safe, war was no place for children, Dragonstone was the enclave of The Blacks, sooner or later the war was going to reach it.
Leaving Saera and Vaegor they got out of the castle, ready to part ways, the entirety of the Stark family and the rest of their court was outside, to say goodbye to the men that were going to war. Rhaegar went straight to his betrothed, as Maekar walked towards Cregan to let him know of his decision
“My brother will guard your march, I have to go ahead and go to Harrenahl, my father is going that way”, Cregan nodded
“Be careful boy”, he answered, I’ll see you in three weeks time
“If we fail, can you promise me you’ll retake Harrenhal?”, he asked hopefully, Cregan only smiled
“I promise”
“When I’m back from war”, Rhaegar said gently, “I’m coming back for you”, he said sweetly, she slapped his chest playfully
“You better Southerner”, she warned cheekily, “I’ll be waiting for you”, Rhaegar smiled
“When I’m back, we will marry”, he said and she smiled and nodded, “and in your belly you will carry the most beautiful girl”, he whispered, making her blush
“And then the strongest boy”, she continued. Rhaegar stole another kiss from his betrothed, “Where will we live?”, she asked
“Wherever you want”, he offered, “we could stay here, or we could go South, to the Whitehall”
“I’d love that”, she said
“Very well”, he leaned in and kissed her again, “Can I ask you to…”
“I will take care of your siblings”, she said with a wide smile
“I love you”
So with sweet words and hopeful promises, Maekar flied towards Harrenhal on Aerion, while Rhaegar rode his horse at Cregan’s side, his dragon Karnax flying above them
They sat Aemma in the small council meeting, she looked at all of them there, Queen Alicent, Otto Hightower, Aegon and Aemond
“We want you to write a letter”, said Alicent. “to your family in Dragonstone”
“And what will I write in that letter?”, she asked in a whisper
“That your wish is to avoid the war”, she said, “that you want to return to your family and for doing so, the armies that had gathered against us will dissolve”
“The war is breaking out?”, she asked, with her big eyes wide open
“Yes”, said Otto, “but it is not too late, write this letter for your aunt…”
“I’m not comfortable with this”, she said
“I don’t give a shit!”, jumped Aegon, “write the fucking letter!”
“Aegon!”, called Alicent. Aemond placed a hand on Aemma’s back making her jump
“This could be very helpful”, he said in a whisper, “we want to avoid bloodshed, we want to avoid war”
“If you wanted to avoid war you shouldn't have usurped a throne”, she said looking back at him
“We didn’t usurp it”, said Alicent, “this is King Viserys last will”
“Oh I bet it was”, she mocked, she slid the piece of paper and the quill back to Alicent across the table, “you are not going to use me”
“She is right mother, perhaps we should send Rhaenyra and Harwin a finger or one of her ears”, Aegon mocked. Aemma jumped backwards trying to get away from him
“Ser Criston, escort Princess Amena back to her chambers”, commanded Otto and he, with a complaint smile, did.
Criston Cole looked at the princess, disgusted, he loaded the young princess, why?, because he recognizes the type in her, the type of girl that would bewitch a good man such as Aemond, and drag him to damnation, and to forget his vows, just like princess Rhaenyra. She seems all sweet and good, but he knew better
When she left, Alicent took a long sigh
“You will not marry that girl”, sentenced Otto, and Aemond looked at him
“What?”
“She is a traitor, of a family of traitors, she will not bend the knee, we cannot have you marry her, we need you to secure other alliances”, his grandfather explained
“But we will ask something of you”, said Alicent, grabbing his hand over the table. “Make sure to put a baby in her belly”, whispered the Queen. Aemond looked at her with his eye wide open
“What?”, he asked cautiously. His mother was embarrassed, he knew as much
“I’m not proud…”, she began, “but Rhaenyra's strongest ally is her sister’s family, we have her daughter, she would never put her at risk, as long as we have her they won’t attack, if Aemma is with child the risk diminishes…”
“The Princess is dead”, he said bitterly
“But her allies aren’t”, said Otto, “her siblings aren’t, they have two grown dragons, and the North!”
“I’m not marrying her…”, he whispered, “and you want me to defile her…”
“Aemond”, called his grandfather, but the young man just had to look at him once for him to keep quiet
“It’s Aemma”, he said to his mother, “my Aemma, and you want me to ruin her, to break her”
“She is our hostage”, said Otto, and that made Aemond’s blood boil
“She is not “ours”, she is mine!”, he said firmly, “My Aemma”, he grunted, “Not our hostage, she is mine”. ANd with that, he left the room
Indignant, he felt disgusted, betrayed, his mother! what she asked of him. He wanted to be alone, away from all these people, maybe what he truly wanted was to go back to those times where he thought he had a complete and happy family, with Aemma and his nephews and his sister.
She needed to see the one good person he realized that lived in the Red Keep, so he went to look for his sister, but Aegon found him instead
“Did you enjoy the mission I gave you?”, he mocked
“No, she is barely a woman”, he said firmly. He was not going to reveal to him how much he loved her, NEVER.
“The more younger women are, the most delicious”, he whispered
“I can’t believe the Gods put you on this earth before me”, he grunted
“Oh I bet you are”
“I will comply with this disgusting mission”, no he wasn’t going to comply to their sick mission, but Aegon didn’t need to know, the last thing he wanted was him going after Aemma, his sick brother drunk with wine and power
”Are you sure brother?”, asked Aegon, ignoring his brother, “that you are up to the task?” he rolled his eyes, asking the gods for patience, “because if you want, I could break her in for you”, at that he grabbed his brother by the collar of his tunic and threw him towards the wall of the hallway
“If you touch her…”, he whispered, “...I’ll kill you”, he whispered dangerously against his face
“I’m your King”, muttered in threat
“You more than anyone know how little that means to me”, he answered, releasing him and kept walking, forget Helaena, he needed to clear his head, and what better to do that then a quick flight on Vhagar’s back
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Welcome to our new hell~
->this is a Transformers role-play blog; main blog is @withoutalice
Your guide:
This blog is multi-muse! But mainly Overlord (see more below)
This blog is multi-ship! 💕
This blog posts suggestive content, but NO outright smut (all suggestive -however slight- IS tagged as #suggestive)
I reserve my independence to not answer asks if I deem the topic too intense for MY BLOG OR OTHERS SAFETY
Themes range from shitposts to headcanon musings to canon/AU-verse story telling
If you know anything about Overlord (and my other muses) this blog is comfortable with gore and violence, but NEVER SUPPORTS OR ENCOURAGES THESE ACTIONS IN REAL LIFE! (to avoid gore, block the #tw robogore tag!)
If you struggle with unreality, this BLOG ISN'T FOR YOU. DNI AND PLEASE BLOCK
OC's, other fandoms, and even those who know nothing about Transformers who are potentially interested ARE SO VERY WELCOME! :)
Once again: STAY SAFE. ALL WORKS ON THIS BLOG ARE FICTIONAL.
Muses:
Overlord (main) -> if you open an ask and don't specify who you want me to respond as, you'll get a response from the blue murder-brick :)
Sunder (secondary) -> He's one my favorite Transformers. The Sunder that talks with Getaway about the life chords is the defaults in my responses :3
Froid (secondary) -> once again, really underrated and super fun to write. has a few fanfics influencing him but he's still his unethical psychologist self :p
Rossum (secondary) -> yeah. That one guy who was in two panels and said "congrats! It's a phase sixer!". I love him
(muses to be updated as time goes on)
Helpful tags:
Blog organization:
#OOC: Alice speaks -> blog updates, PSAs, etc.
#verse: canon -> whenever it's just regular old canon versions of the character's responding
#verse: ??? -> (I will be updating verse tags as the blog goes on)
#*checks doctors note* yes thats the one -> anything that's Trepan's aesthetic
Overlord's tags:
#hunky horror husband -> things that are Overlord's aesthetic
#[🩵] in character -> when roleplaying as Overlord
Sunder's tags:
#that's so lobotomy-core -> things that are Sunder's aesthetic
#[❤️] in character -> when roleplaying as Sunder
!!! TAG CHEATSHEET TO BE UPDATED OVER TIME !!!
Once again ->
THIS BLOG IS NOT UNREALITY FRIENDLY.
THIS BLOG HAS ALL SUGGESTIVE MATERIAL TAGGED AS #suggestive
THIS BLOG HAS ALL GORE TAGGED AS #tw robogore
IF YOU THINK THIS BLOG MAY TRIGGER YOU, PLEASE DNI AND BLOCK!!! STAY SAFE!!!
I reserve my independence to not answer asks if I deem the topic too intense for MY BLOG OR OTHERS SAFETY
On lighter notes,
Have fun, goof off, and build community!
Non TF roleplayers are welcome!!! this blog loves shitposts and crossovers :D
Of course, feel free to ask me (Alice) questions anytime!
~Alice
#tf overlord#overlord#maccadam#maccadams#transformers#transformers roleplay#intro#disclaimer#roleplay#rp blog#sunder#tf sunder#mtmte sunder#mtmte froid#froid
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WEBCOMIC DIRECTORY
Half the reason I created this tournament is so I could find new webcomics to read, and I know a bunch of you are following it for the same reason.
So: Here is a directory of every webcomic that was submitted!
Please note that this list is Very Long, so (1) I have not read most of these webcomics and can't vouch for their content, and (2) I have not tested any of these links, but I can fix any errors if you point them out.
Comics are listed in alphabetical order, with the featured couple(s) or poly ship(s) in parentheses. Broken into two parts because Tumblr only allows 100 links per post and there are 140 comics.
180° Angel (Sam and Lilith)
2 Slices (Ruka and Rio)
A Week in Warrigilla (Hazel and Willie)
A&H Club (Adrian and Hildegard)
Alice and the Nightmare (Edith and Quinn)
Alien Heart (Ivy and Rosa)
Always Human (Sunati and Austen)
Balderdash (Georgie and Afia)
Band vs Band (Honey Hart and Turpentine)
Blindsprings (Ember and Irelia)
Boyfriends (Jock, Prep, Nerd, and Goth)
Bugtopia (Arachne and Scarlet)
Burn Away (Abella and Edie)
Charity Case (Sylvia and Jerry)
Circuits and Veins (Ai and Aki)
Console Her (Claudia and Ava)
Cucumber Quest (Almond and Peridot; Piano and Ametrine)
Cursed Princess Club (Nell and Jolie)
Dame Daffodil (Charo and Alesea)
Daughter of the Lilies (Lyra and Margot)
Dead Winter (Lizzie and Alice)
Dicebox (Griffin and Molly)
Dirt Creek Runs Red with Blood (Ines and Sarepia)
Dom&Mor (Dominique and Morgan)
Dresden Codak (Kimiko and Elith)
Drop-Out (Lola and Sugar)
Dumbing of Age (Becky and Dina; Jennifer/Billie and Ruth)
El Goonish Shive (Ellen and Nanase; Catalina and Rhoda; Diane and Lucy)
Eldritch Darling (Ina and CJ)
Encore! (Quinn and Hana)
Ennui Go (Izzy, Darcy, and Tanya)
Errant (Sarin and Jules)
Facing the Sun (Aarya and Liza)
Finding Wonderland (Alex and Lucky)
Flowers For the Arsonist (Lucia and Paige)
Four Leaf (Carla and Lina)
Gals (Croix, Sam, Lux, and Charlotte)
Ghoul Crush (Sison and Laguna)
Girly (Otra and Winter)
Glitterlaced (Goldie and Luck)
Go Get a Roomie (Roomie and Lillian)
Guide to the Land of Monsters (Arnatuk and Tove)
Gunnerkrigg Court (Kat and Paz; Zimmy and Gamma)
Hard Lacquer (Claire and Robin; Claire and Petra)
Heartstopper (Darcy and Tara)
Heir's Game (Sevilia and Ilianna)
Her Tale of Shim Chong (Shim Chong and Madam Jang)
High Class Homos (Sapphia and Odette; Sapphia and Marla)
Homestuck (Rose and Kanaya; Calliope and Roxy; Vriska and Meenah; Vriska and Terezi)
How to Be a Werewolf (Marin and Marisa)
I Love Amy (Amy and Bibi)
I Want to Be a Cute Anime Girl (Cheryl and Delilah)
I'm the Villainess but the Heroine's Trying to Capture Me (Nelly and Nancy)
In My Heart (Wantanabe Yuki and Sasaki Mari)
Isadora (Isaline and Theodora)
It's Okay to Like Girls (Sophie and Olivia)
Kidd Commander (Phineas and Agatha)
Kill Six Billion Demons (Allison and Ciocie Cioelle)
Kiss It Goodbye (Aruka and Yukimi)
Lady of the Shard (Radiant Goddess and Acolyte; Radiant Goddess and Old God)
Lesbiampires (Daphne and Veronika)
Lore Olympus (Athena and Hestia)
Mage & Demon Queen (Malori and Velverosa)
Matchmaker (Kimmy and Marlowe)
Missing Monday (Foyle and Monday)
Monsters and Girls (Lili and Sera)
Motherlover (Imogen and Alex)
Moving In (Jackie and Riley)
Muted (Camille, Nyra, and Dendro)
My Dragon Girlfriend (Dani and Christie; Callie and Olive)
My Sweet Archenemy (Mad Spade and Miss Sunshine)
My Wish Is to Fall In Love Until You Die (Shiina and Mimi; Seiran and Ari)
Namesake (Selva and Alice)
Nano List (Chacha and Zavi)
Never Satisfied (Neith and Isra)
Nevermore (Lenore and Annabel Lee)
Night Owls and Summer Skies (Emma and Vivian)
Not So Shoujo Love Story (Rei and Hanna)
Octopus Pie (Jane and Marigold)
Offbeat (Beau and Julie)
On a Sunbeam (Mia and Grace; Alma and Char)
On Borrowed Time (Rune and Dielle)
Osora (Celia and Catalina)
Remaining links in part two!
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Sapphic books I've read in 2023 as Sapphic marauders ships because yes:
She Drives Me Crazy- Dorcas x Marlene
One Last Stop- Lily x Dorcas
The Girls I've Been- Narcissa x Alice
These Witches Don't Burn- Lily x Pandora
Some Girls Do- Narcissa X Alice
The Henna wars- Dorcas x Mary
Hani and Ishus Guide to Fake Dating- Emmeline x Mary
She's to Pretty To Burn- Rita x Bellatrix
She Gets The Girl- Marlene x Lily
Ophelia After All- Alice x Mary
Under The Lights- Mary x Emeline
Sunburn- Mary x Marlene
Perfect on Paper- Lily x Mary
The Seven Husbands Of Evelyn Hugo- Dorcas x Marlene
Astrid Parker Doesn't Fail- Narcissa x Alice
Girl Crush- Rita x Bellatrix
I Think I Love you- Marlene x Mary
If you still recognize me- Lily x Pandora
Wilder Girls- Mary x Dorcas
Delilah Green Doesn't Care- Lily x Mary
Never Ever Getting Back Together- Mary x Marlene
All of The Above- Rita x Bellatrix
#alicissa#dorlene#marylily#pandalily#quillkiller#mary x emmeline#marlene x lily#marlene x mary#dorcas x lily#alice fortescue#narcissa black#marauders girls#jegulus#tshoe#Ophelia after all
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I was trying to draw a bunch of my OCs /NpCs in an hour. heres a few that are thunderbirds and stingray. I messed up on Jokster though sorry my dude. Jackie-Ann Gris is the only one to have actually appeared in a fanfic as yet. Brief description of each under the cut
Alice Lie. 28 lesbian. Academic. Historian tour guide and national trust/british heritage's newest sceutary of the Creighton-Ward Manor. Samll crush on her lady ship. Bit shy Very kind hearted but has awful luck follow her around. No clue what spy secrets her employer is actually hiding. For now. Wip Story: war on the roses
"Zara smith" 29 Alice's sort of girlfriend. Zara seemed to pop up out of the blue and sweep Alice off her feet. But now they've been together a little while Alice is worried somthing in the relationship is a bit off. It is, because Zara is as fake as her dyed hair. (So sue me I love a goth baddie.) By why would someone go out of thier way to fake date a Manor tour guide hmmmm? Wip Story: war on the roses
Percivle Chrighton-ward. Lady Ps little brother. Sees himself as 'the prodigal son' and real heir to the estate. Posh prick. Homophobic/transphobic cunt too. Parker would love to love to kick his arse. irratelable and irateing. Deepy jealous of his older siblings especially his sister but absolutely clueless to what she actually does for a living. Rocks up to ask for money. Is the only one to get under Penelope's skin. Will get his competence . No fixed story as yet
Tola or Tokla. Bout 16- 20 in human years. My baby! Seamonkey mermaid when in the water. Shapeshifer human father. Refugee. Lives and works as Translatour and teacher in Pacifica. but joins the wasps temporarily when trouble strikes marina. Loves human stuff. Wip story: seasick.
Jokster. she/them/ it. Pacfica's royal fool/clown. Froggy feet flippers. Teller of tall true tales and even bigger fibs. I am half convinced they're made out of elastic. No fixed story as yet
Jackie-Ann Gris . Phones' younger sister. mum of three. Chatty and a hugger. You will be pet named. Very do no harm take no shit mentality. Appereed in Story: A Baby-grow Onesie with Fishes and Boats on.
#stingray 1964#thunderfam#thunderbirds#oc jokster#oc tola#stingray oc#thunderbirds oc#thunderbirds 1965#traditional illustration#ink#dip pen#my oc art#my oc stuff#my fanfiction
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If I may, this brainrot has been eating away at me, I just need to hear someone else's opinion! ✨️
At what point did you start shipping Gil and Break? What made you go, "yes, that's it!"?
What do you like most about them? I beg, share as much as you can about your thoughts on them! I need to hear it all! 😭🙏
fuck yes of course you may! Thank you so much for asking! *cracks knuckles* I've been waiting my whole life for an opportunity like this, so let's dive right into it!!
So to answer your first question - how I came to shipping them - let me start by saying that it took me a while. Tbh at first I didn't really pay a lot of attention to Break and all the cryptic things he was spewing (I have no excuse for this except that at the time I was obsessed with another manga that had a similar clown-ish character, so Break, at first, felt a little bit too much like a copy of that character for me to really be intrigued by Break).
Also, I was very much blown away by the platonic ... whatever that thing is ... between Gilbert and Oz, so I didn't really put on the shipping glasses for a very long time.
I watched the entire anime without developing any ships.
Then I started the manga and by then I was already so very, very, very deeply invested in everything, so this time around when I got to the specific moment that made my brain go oh, there was nothing stopping it from going oh.
It started out with a kiss, how did it end up like this? a look ...
... and solidified itself with
1.) Break caring about the fact that Gilbert supposedly forced himself to act like he was still his friend after his past got revealed
and
2.) Gilbert caring about the fact that apparently the last ten years, in which he saw Break as someone he wanted to be trusted by, meant less to Break than they meant to himself.
(I could write an entire seperate post about what it means that Gilbert wants Break to trust him and the parallels to his entire "I want to be needed" issues because Gilbert is always more focused on being the person that "is needed/trusted/wanted/etc." by the people in his life, rather than being the one needing/trusting/wanting/etc. the other person - if that makes any sense. ANYWAY --)
There was no stopping myself after that.
My brain just went oh, this is very angsty from a platonic "my friend doesn't trust me as much as I trust him" perspective - let's make it EVEN MORE angsty by changing it to "my lover doesn't trust me" and the rest is history.
After that, I went back and looked at their other recent and significant interaction:
What was, up until then, a very significant scene for Gilbert (and for me - I was shook, and still am by this scene everytime I read it tbh) in relation to his issues regarding Oz and being left behind/no longer needed, re-wrote itself in my head into something Break said to Gilbert, a piece of very important advice, something said to Gilbert by someone who understood and even shared his desire to serve a Master, someone who already went through the exact thing Gilbert was scared of going through - losing his Master - and tried to help him, tried to push him in the right direction.
Break was the first person who looked at Gilbert and said "I want to fix him".
He saw what Oz couldn't see, which as how desperate and messed up Gilbert had become with the appearance of Alice in Oz' life, and understood.
This kind of understanding is what, in my eyes, is at the core of this entire ship.
Then the gang went to the ruins of Sablier and honestly, I ate that shit up:
This showed that, even though they understood each other, there was still some kind of power imbalance between them.
At this point in the story, Gilbert was still very much Not Aware of how messed up he truly was. Break, on the contrary, figured out that there's some other, far shadier stuff going on.
Break was admittedly smarter than Gilbert and tried to guide and help him. I love that he shows he cares like that, by slowly but not at all gently pushing Gilbert towards confronting his issues. He is definitely being a teensy-tiny bit manipulative about it, but who doesn't like a little bit of toxicity with their fictional ship??
Uuuuhhhhh after Sablier, the Isla Yura/Headhunter arc happened and while at that shitshow of a party, they had a lot of very nice interactions between them - alas, listing all of them in detail would make this already escalating post waaaaaaay too long, so here's the shortlist:
They confront Elliot together, and Gilbert manages to land a hit on Break
Gilbert realizes that Break is blind, all while Vincent is trying to lure him away so that he doesn't go to help Break
Gilbert's little flashback to probably the first advice Break ever gave him: get your priorities straight
Break sort of gives up the fight against Fang and Lilly
Gilbert shows up and kicks him in the back, going all "I'm his left eye" while also saying: you're my priority, too, you idiot.
Gilberts fixes up Break's wounds and then scolds him for not asking for help even though there are people he can and should ask for help - and isn't that a fantastic parallel to the very first scene I brought up in this post? How this entire thing, for me, started with Gilbert asking, desperately "Why don't you trust me?" and now we're here, with Gilbert, again, asking "Why don't you trust me?" Only this time Break doesn't meet him with the silent air of someone who sees himself as superior, more experienced, but answers his question with a request, finally accepting him as an equal: "please help me."
And then .... AND THEN ... it gets even better:
Listen. LISTEN.
Mere moments ago in the manga it was established that Break is utterly unable to fall in line with someone, unable to work in a team, unable to be a partner. He even repeats it himself: Sharon calls me Mr. One-Man-Show.
But here's Gilbert and he says: I don't care. Do whatever you want, I'll meet you halfway. I'll keep up with you. Let me show you, let me prove myself to you. I'll have your back. Trust me to have your back.
And Break does.
And then a lot of shit went down and it's all very, very tragic.
And then this happens:
And I realize that this is not The Most Important Thing in that chapter and that what happens right after is way more important than this little panel, but I want to talk about the perspective used here for a moment.
This is shown from a frontal perspective. We see Gilbert standing in front of Oz from an outsider's POV, someone who looks at them, someone who sees Gilbert stepping in front of Oz.
This is an important scene and an important perspective in more ways than one, so bear with me for a second, please, as I go off on a little tanget.
See, this scene is very reminiscent of a later scene:
A later scene that is shown from Oz' perspective. Because this time it is important that Oz sees Gilbert stepping in front of him, protecting him despite everything. This scene is for Oz.
The scene prior to that wasn't for Oz.
It was a little bit for us, as readers, foreshadowing that Gilbert, finally fully aware of all his memories, still choses Oz. It is the promise to us that Gilbert will pick Oz' side and ultimately safe him.
It was, truly, for Break.
Break, whose first priority was to get himself between Gilbert and Oz the moment he realized the truth about Gilbert.
Break, who wanted to protect Oz from Gilbert, who wanted to protect Gilbert from Gilbert himself.
Break, who saw, and realized and had faith without even knowing the whole truth.
Now look at all of that and tell me how I was supposed to NOT ship them.
Also, feel free to tell me why YOU ship them :)
Alright, now that I've spent ... an atrocious amount of length on this post to tell you when & why I started to ship them, let's move on to your second question: what do I like most about them?
Weeeeeelllllllll ... a lot of that is already answered between the lines of the "how this ship came to be" elaboration, so I'll start with a short little summary:
there are a lot of parallels between Break's past and Gilbert's present that allow them to understand each other in this very specific way no one else probably can
they push each other to grow/be better (with Break pushing Gilbert to confront his issues and Gilbert calling Break out when he's being a stubborn idiot and refusing help)
they support each other through their lowest points, again and again.
the fact that Gilbert accepted Break, truly, for who he is. That he looked at Break and went "this guy's weird and creepy, but I'm still going to work with him, I'm still learning how to cook for him, I'm still going to try to listen to his advice even though I don't really understand it yet, I'm still going to be his left eye and stand by his side and build a relationship with him that is built on trust, and I'm still going to look at him as a priority"
the fact that Break looked at Gilbert and went "I see you, I'll help you. I'll use you, sure, but even after you've lost your usefulness to me, I'll still help you figure yourself out. I accept you as my equal, please help me. I'll act like I don't care about you, but I do, oh lord, I do. And I'm so relieved that you chose well. I always knew you could do it."
Also, the thing is - I'm a Gilbert girly, so obviously I care about him and his relationships the most.
And for the most part of the manga, the most important relationship, after his relationship to Oz, is his relationship to Break.
Sure, there are Alice and Vincent and Elliot, and even Sharon and Reim and Oscar.
But the one who keeps showing up in all his most important scenes, the ones that deal with his issues, his struggles, his choices - is Break.
And not just that, they keep showing up in each other's important scenes that don't focus on them at first.
E.g., Gilbert is there when Break asks Oz "Where are you?", a question that will haunt Oz for a long time.
Gilbert is there after Lutwidge academy, when Oz and Break have another moment together, and vice versa Break witnesses another key moment between Oz and Gilbert.
Break is there when Gilbert chases after Zai Vessalius in the ruins of Sablier. Gilbert is there when Break wakes up blind.
Break is there when Gilbert regains his memories, and he's there when Gilbert choses a side; and he's there, always there, when Gilbert is confronted with his relationship with Oz. He's even indirectly there when Gilbert gets inspired by Sharon who wants to become stronger so that she can stay by Break's side.
They play a big role in each other's lives even when they aren't directly part of a main event.
Almost like they keep thinking of each other
They grow from "let's use each other for our own benefits" to "I'll risk everything for you". They inspire each other to be better.
They understand each other. Break gets a side of Gilbert that Oz, Gilbert's most important relationship, and even though he grew and learned to understand Gilbert better in the end, will never really get.
Likewise, Gilbert manages to cement himself in Break's life as someone he can trust and rely on, something that comes very hard to Mr. One-Man-Show. I'd even argue that not even Oz managed to become an equal for Break in the end, since Break's last thoughts towards Oz are still "I have to support and guide him", and Oz can't offer him any real solace - that position, ultimately, falls to Reim and Sharon. We're totally ignoring that Break and Gilbert do not really share a last, significant scene, just go along with me please
Anyway.
I guess what I'm trying to say is that their understanding of each other is the most important thing for me. That they are able to have this relationship outside of their other important relationships (Oz & Alice and Sharon & Reim respectively). That they help each other to grow and even teach each other how to better their other relationships.
They have such a big, positive, meaningful influence on each other without ever really trying. It's like they see no other choice but to be there for each other when one of them needs the other.
I love them, your honor.
Alrightttttt, with all of that said .... I think I'm done for now?
Feel free to add your own thoughts and tell me
a) How you came to ship them and why
and
b) What you like most about them and why
Again, thank you very much for asking!! This deep dive really did a lot for my general well being and showed me that while apparently I still know a lot about Pandora Hearts by heart, it may still be time for another re-read soon :)
Also, it's been sooooo long since I've had an opportunity to talk about Break/Gilbert and it was a lot of fun!!! I'm really grateful for that and I can't wait to hear your thoughts on them! <3
#lana7779#asks#pandora hearts#gilbert nightray#xerxes break#breakbert#random rambling#gilbert baskerville#whups this definitely escalated#sorry not sorry#thank you for asking#this was so much fun!!!!#also it is waaaaaaaay past my bedtime and i really should go to sleep#please share your thoughts too i'm really looking forward to discussing them with you!!!
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The Maiden and the Drowning Boy | Aegon x OC | Chapter Six
Rating: Explicit
Ships: Aegon II Targaryen x Abrogail Strong (Lyonel Strong's Daughter), Jacaerys Velaryon x Helaena Targaryen
Summary: As the kingdom teeters on the edge of chaos, Alicent Hightower swaps the pieces on the board: Aegon will marry Abrogail Strong, Larys’ younger sister and heir to Harrenhal. Caught in the web of intrigue and political machinations, the pair must figure out where their loyalties lie, and what they mean to one another.
Tropes: Childhood Sweethearts/Friends to Lovers, Generational Trauma and Cycles of Abuse, It's All About the Character Development, Unreliable Narrators, Multi-POV, Canon Divergent, Bisexual Aegon II Targaryen, Book/Show Mash Up, Fix-It Of Sorts, Stopping the Cycle of Abuse before it gets us all killed, Team Neutral, fairy tale vibes meets victorian medievalism meets grrm
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CHAPTER SIX - HERE WITH ME
Up here, Alicent Hightower did not seek to use her to control her son. Up here, Aegon did falter beneath the fate of his family’s choices. Up here, they could simply be; Aegon, Abby, and Sunfyre amongst the clouds, where nothing could ever hurt them.
The late morning sun was shining warm and bright, and the gravel courtyard outside the Dragonpit felt as if it was baking as Abby followed Aegon out of the carriage, taking his offered hand to help her down before he quickly dropped it. She fingered the golden buttons on the leather riding jacket the Queen had given her, the pad of her thumb dragging along the imprint of the high tower embossed on each one. The lining of the frock was a deep, verdant brocade, similar to the elegant pattern the Queen often wore at feasts and at court. Soft fleece lined the cuffs and the neck to keep the chill of the air at bay. It was an awkward fit, but not uncomfortable given that it was not made for her.
Helaena had brought up her lack of actual riding gear that was meant for her, and not modified hand me downs. “She’ll be the wife of a dragonrider and a princess. Abby should dress the part,” Helaena had said idly and the truth in the statement had rung clear in the room. The Queen had been reluctant to speak about why she had such a garment. The leathers had been neatly folded and wrapped in protective cloth at the bottom of a trunk and the melancholy look in her brown eyes had kept Abby from inquiring further as she accepted the gift.
The carriage left, Sers Arryk and Lorent remaining behind on their horses, who whickered and pawed uncomfortably on the ground when the dragon emerged from the pit.
Sunfyre was a breathtaking sight.
All dragons were, truthfully. Even growing up among the clutch, even having ridden them, they still astounded her. Sunfyre arched his neck, calling out a warbling greeting and shaking out his wings. She giggled as the beast almost trotted in the way Theraxis did when she called her cat sweet baby. Sunfyre’s purrs and chortles of glee were only matched by Aegon’s sullen quiet melting away as he rushed to close the distance with a loud whoop of greeting.
The dragon’s head bent down to knock into his rider and Aegon’s arms embraced his snout, rare Valyrian words flowing from him. Abby kept her distance until it was safe to come closer, her hands having finished buttoning up her coat and now folded in front of her. A surge of affection coursed through her at the bright sound of Aegon’s laughter, and when he looked at her over his shoulder, arm out to beckon her closer, she did not hesitate.
“Rytsas, Sunfyre,” Abby sang out in greeting and Aegon guided her hand to Sunfyre’s warm snout. It had been months since she’d been there, and her already awkward Valryian felt even more hesitant. “Olvie gevie iksā,” she said in crooning tones pulled sort of purring sound from Sunfyre that sent her giggling. She gently scratched at his scales the way Aegon showed her, right around the curve of his nostril. “I’ve missed you very much,” she said, and pressed a kiss against his nose, the scent of dragon musk filling her senses and the heat of him almost too much. “Thank you for letting me ride you today.” Aegon made a sound beside her, and she scoffed. “He doesn’t have to let me ride him, so of course I should thank him.”
“Do you thank everything that you ride?” he asked, innocence lacing his tone, and Abby glanced over at him in confusion.
“You mean like the horses? Of course I do! It’s called being polite,” she said primly. “You could stand to use your manners more.” Aegon’s lilac eyes flashed with amusement, mouth half curled up as if he was enjoying a joke she wasn’t in on. Abby pressed her lips together as the meaning dawned on her, which turned Aegon’s half curl into an impish grin. “You are utterly ridiculous.”
He tilted his head towards her and his hands moved closer to hers along Sunfyre’s snout, scratching and stroking. “I’m not the one calling Sunfyre a good and beautiful boy and speaking to him like a kitling.”
Abby rolled her eyes, unable to help the smile on her face. “But he is a good boy. And don’t think that just because I don’t speak much Valyrian that I don’t know that you are telling him the same thing. Jealous?” She cocked her head and reached up to stroke her fingers along Aegon’s jaw with a laugh. “Aegon, you’re such a good and beautiful boy. Thank you for taking me riding.” Not that he had given her much choice in the matter, but she didn’t really mind that much.
Aegon’s cheeks flushed a shade of pink to match his eyes and he made a noise in his throat. It was amusing to hear Sunfyre make another purring sound at the same time, a pleased kind of growling noise that Abby could feel vibrating through her. She quite enjoyed making Aegon blush, even if she wasn’t sure what caused it. Aegon’s hand snapped up to catch hers, thumb caressing her palm through her kidskin gloves and pressed her hand firmly back to Sunfyre’s snout.
“Umbagon,” he commanded, and Abby wracked her brain to remember what that meant while Aegon moved back towards Sunfyre’s gleaming saddle and went to work fiddling with the saddlebags.
Abby huffed and leaned in to Sunfyre, murmuring, “He was telling you to stay, not me, right? You know, he was very mean to me the other day.” She pressed closer, resting her cheek against the dragon’s scales as if it were Helaena she was whispering her woes and injustices to. “I know he was scared and upset and it wasn’t really about me, but it still hurt my feelings.” Sunfyre rumbled softly, as if he could truly understand her, and he turned his head to bump into her. She stumbled back but leaned in all the same to keep her balance, for it wasn’t the first time he had done this, and she pressed another kiss to his snout. “It’s okay, I forgive him.”
“Forgive who?” Aegon called as he climbed back down from the saddle. She startled at the fact that he might have heard her. “Māzigon,” he commanded her again, tugging at her hand as soon as she was within reach. “Up you get!” He gripped her waist to help her climb up onto the joint of Sunfyre’s wing. From there, it was a relatively simple feat to grab onto the side handles to boost herself into the saddle and situate herself. It really wasn’t unlike getting on a horse in that sense.
Sunfyre shifted beneath her and Abby grabbed the hand grips in front, her belly sloshing with nerves. Her thighs tensed along the saddle to keep her balance and the sound of buckles drew her gaze down to where Aegon was doing up the leg straps. He’d explained, once, that the reason he did not need them was because he didn’t have to worry about Sunfyre bucking him off. There were a set of leather straps with sturdy iron clasps on the ends to hook along one’s belt to keep from accidentally falling from the saddle.
A new rider would have to be quick, and Aegon and Sunfyre were of one soul it seemed. When Aegon rode Sunfyre it was like an extension of himself. Abby remembered his quiet practice on a spare dragon saddle set up in the stables to see how fast he could get those leg buckles done before his first flight. Like Aegon, Sunfyre was incandescent with joy and had shot off in eager excitement at the prospect of dancing with his rider. Aegon hadn’t even had time to fasten the belt hooks and had his grip not been so tight, he might have fallen. Now Sunfyre was patient enough to stay still (outside of rocking back and forth on his feet like an excited pup) while Aegon tethered Abby in.
‘You,’ he’d told her, with all the confidence of a boy five and ten as he did the straps up the first time. ‘Need to stay on at all costs. You could fall off at any moment.’
‘I’m not the one who tried to ride drunk yesterday,’ she’d countered and he’d nearly yanked her off the saddle and sent her on her way.
Now, Abby busied her hands with hooking herself onto the saddle while Aegon climbed swiftly up beside her. It was as if he simply floated up compared to her awkwardly hoisting and wriggling her way into the saddle. She instinctively shifted forward to make room, and as Aegon slid in behind her, Abby became distinctly aware of how little room there actually was for them both. A soft exhale escaped her. Aegon’s hands rested on her hips to pull her in closer - as if she wasn’t close enough already. Heat suffused her cheeks and she wished that she did not blush so easily. With her hair braided tightly back, there was no hiding behind her curls. In the saddle as they were there was no way to put any proper distance between them.
A part of her did not actually mind it. That part of her was a sleepy thing she was growing aware of, something that had been with her before but now stretched awake inside of her.
Sunfyre made a chirruping kind of sound like he was talking and the vibrations of it thrummed through her. Every shift of movement from the dragon made her aware of how close they were pressed against one another, from the way their legs were pressed together all the way up to how his cheek brushed against hers when he leaned over to tug at her waist straps.
“Good job,” he told her, his breath brushing against her ear. Abby swore her flush deepend and a sense of pride combined with that warm feeling from the closeness. “Ready?” Aegon leaned over, pressing her forward as he wrapped his black gloved fingers right over her own, still covered in verdant leather and resting on the handles.
Her belly swooped, from Sunfyre’s shifting or the way Aegon blanketed her was yet another mystery. “Can you ask him to go fast?” She asked softly as the dragon keepers backed away, Sunfyre’s wings spreading and flexing, his head turning to and fro to test the wind along his face. Aegon chuckled and his nose briefly nuzzled against her ear.
Abby was now certain of how crimson her face had gone.
“Ask him nicely,” he said, mouth close to her ear and she shivered instinctively. Amusement filled his voice and the dragon made his own warbling sound, as if he too knew what was going on.
Abby huffed, searching her mind for all the Valyrian she knew, and then decided it didn’t really matter. “Dear Sunfyre, would you pretty please fly fast the way I like? It would make me very happy if you did, because Aegon was mean to me the other day for no reason.”
Aegon made an indignant sound, and Sunfyre lifted his head, arching his golden, gleaming neck to let out a call toward the sky, wings extending before he started forward and took off.
Aegon whooped with glee and Abby screamed in fearful delight as Sunfyre left the ground, wings beating and steeply vertical. Her stomach could not make up its mind if it wanted to remain on the ground or up in the sky with her. Held steady by Aegon’s grip, Abby released the tension in her arms, letting his weight press into her and not fighting it. the pair leaning forward as one did a horse going uphill; the fastest, deadliest horse imaginable.
Aegon’s hollering and shouts of joy caught on the wind, and as the cold tore tears from her eyes, she grinned at the way his head was thrown back, joyously calling in time with Sunfyre. It was so different from the anger and fear that had coalesced inside him for the past fortnight. Never did Aegon look happier and freer than he did on dragonback.
“What?” he asked her after Sunfyre evened out, higher than the tallest towers of the Red Keep they lazily circled around, and Abby realized she was still watching him. Her face was warm, eyes red from the tears, but she could feel her smile breaking across her face and Aegon laughed. “What is it?” he asked, reaching up a gloved hand to brush her tears away, his own forgotten about.
She crinkled her nose, feeling shy with her encouragement and the feeling of being pressed so close to him. Aegon's eyes were bright, a half smile tugging on the corner of his mouth and dimpling his cheek.
“It’s just good to see you happy. You’ve been… very much not lately,” she said, and shifted against him, hips wiggling to find a different position.
Aegon shifted in turn, his hand falling from her cheek to grip her hip to still her. “Are you going to tattle about that too?” He didn’t sound angry or put out, his voice more an amused resignation.
“No,” she promised, sincere and mischievous all at once. “Just to the one who truly matters.” Abby leaned forward to scratch at Sunfyre’s neck just past the saddle horn.
“I’m going to wake up one morning to find you his new rider, and I’ll be the one needing to be buckled in.” His mock annoyance made her giggle. Aegon’s hand moved drag around her waist and haul her back and she settled with a soft sound. Not that she would complain much - even bundled up, it was chilly up here, and Aegon’s warmth could be felt through the layers between them.
“Stay,” he commanded again and she huffed. Sunfyre chittered and Valyrian flowed past Aegon’s lips, against her ear, and she couldn’t quite catch all that he said with how quickly it came. Sunfyre gave another chitter and she was given the distinct feeling that the pair were talking about her, no matter how foolish the idea might sound.
“I’m staying, I’m staying.” She almost teased him about needing a cuddle, but physical affection was never something she joked about amidst the clutch. Not when it was already so rarely given by their mother, and never from their father, or Uncle Otto. Abby would be lying if she said she didn’t enjoy it, being tucked up against him. She could smell the scent of lavender and mint on his skin, the leather of his jacket and the smell of rain that clung to them both from the clouds. She would be lying if she said she wasn’t enjoying being cuddled into his arms, for she no longer received that kind of affection either. Always giving. Never receiving.
Except now, as Aegon held her to him like she might slip from the saddle if he didn’t.
It was comforting and familiar; even with being leagues in the sky, the warmth and scent of Aegon around her, and Sunfyre beneath her, made her feel safer than with both feet on the ground. Nothing could harm her up here. Nothing could steal her away from the people she loved and cared for. Aegon wouldn’t let anything happen to her, not when he took such care to make sure she stayed in the saddle. His arm tightened around her waist, head resting against hers while Sunfyre lazed about the sky like a seagull or a hawk, letting the currents carry them southeast and away from the city.
Time lost all meaning up in the sky with just the three of them. Abby leaned further back into Aegon, her head tilted back on his shoulder, and closed her eyes to let the sun kiss her cheeks, now growing chilled from the height.
Up here, Alicent Hightower did not seek to use her to control her son. Up here, Aegon did falter beneath the fate of his family’s choices. Up here, they could simply be; Aegon, Abby, and Sunfyre amongst the clouds, where nothing could ever hurt them.
“Where are we going?” she asked, feeling dreamy and so vibrantly awake all at the same time. She lifted her arms out as Sunfyre dipped, laughter bursting from her when her stomach swooped up to her throat at the sudden descent. Aegon’s laughter joined her, and he grasped her hands to get them back on the saddle horn. It was a lazy, gentle descent all things considered, but Sunfyre was playful in how he rose and fell in an ever tightening circle.
The Kingswood lay before them and eventually the dragon settled on the ground. It was a gentle landing, but it still rocked the pair of them. Aegon slid down first to release her leg straps and Abby took the time to unhook herself and let the nauseous feeling settle lest she vomit all over the poor dragon. It was always like that when coming back down for a ride. Once the nerves settled and the ground became a truth once more, everything wanted to come barrelling up. Abby carefully swung her leg over and made her way back down the same way she’d climbed up. Aegon’s arms enveloped her when she jumped from Sunfyre’s wing joint and she pressed her face against his shoulder as he gently swung her around and down.
“How’re your legs?” he asked, tugging at the tie that held his hair back from his face. Moonlit curls fell into his eyes, obscuring them somewhat and she nodded, reaching up to push his hair from his face.
“Good, just a little queasy is all.” Aegon nodded and lifted his fingers to his mouth, tugging his gloves off with his teeth and headed back to the saddle to retrieve whatever he’d stored in the bags. Abby licked at her lower lip, tilting her head to watch how his arms flexed when he climbed up. His jacket was a little too tight for him in the shoulders, and she could practically hear the creak of leather as he dug around the saddle bag to pull another satchel out.
They were betrothed.
He was going to drape her in the cloak of his house and kiss her in the sept.
Abby inhaled and pressed her gloved hands to her cheeks, as if that alone could stop the blushing. It wasn’t like she’d never kissed Aegon before. She’d kissed him on the cheek plenty of times. He’d even kissed her on the mouth, once, as children in the godswood, until they were caught by Septa Lyserra, who’d yanked her away and slapped her soundly for being wanton, for playing games they had no understanding of; how shameful it was when she was the princess’ companion.
She thought about the Queen’s disapproval, the look that she was leveled with, and the guilt when she slapped Aegon and then grabbed her and shook her until her teeth rattled in her head.
Aegon tossed his hair back from his eyes, the silver glinting gold in the afternoon light and hopped down in a smooth, practiced motion that had Abby’s eyes flitting down to the way his thighs flexed to absorb the impact.
“What is it?” He asked with a confused laugh when he caught sight of her, and she shook her head, wisps of hair that the flight had pulled from her braid catching about her cheeks.
“Nothing! Just worried when you jump down, that’s all.” She cleared her throat and gave him a smile, bringing her hands down from her face. “What do you have?”
“Lunch,” he said with a self-satisfied look. “I wanted to… ah.” He jostled the bag in his hands as he approached, a flash of uncertainty on his features while he tried to find whatever words currently escaped him. Sunfyre made a soft, purring sound behind them, moving further into the sunlit glen they’d landed in and contenting himself like a cat in the sun and flowers.
There was an urge to cut in, to smooth away the awkwardness that enveloped Aegon in the moment, but despite admiring the way his throat arched when he turned his head to avoid eye contact, she was still sore about the garden. It was frustratingly easy to forgive Aegon for all that he did, because there was no one else to do it. Truthfully, she did not mind it, for someone needed to be on his side; someone in Aegon’s life that did not feel the need to judge him, or condemn him, or hurt him.
Yet, Aegon had hurt her. Even if he hadn’t meant it. And though if he never really apologized for the hurtful things he did, he wasn’t the only one. Aemond and Helaena didn’t apologize either. Abby supposed it was something about being royal, and being a Targaryen.
The words tore at her throat, begging to be released. “It’s alright, Aegon, there’s nothing be sorry for.”
Abby pressed her mouth shut.
Aegon swiped another hand through his hair, then reached out for her gloved hand. But didn’t take it, not yet. She looked at it while her own fingers were folded demurely in front of her. His fingers twitched and she didn’t know if by not meeting his eyes, she was making it easier for him, or protecting herself.
Both, perhaps.
His fingers flexed in the air as if he could grasp her fingers by intent alone and he curled them into a fist, drawing back and letting out a long sigh.
“I didn’t think you were upset anymore,” he said with only a slightly sullen tone.
“Well, sometimes you don’t always think,” she replied and finally raised her eyes to peer at him and his taken aback expression. Aegon’s mouth opened and closed like a fish and she was tempted to laugh at the expression had the moment not been what it was.
“You aren’t going to make this easy, are you?” Sullen tones were replaced with a peevishness that was more suited to Aemond than Aegon, and that got a soft snort of amusement from her. She found she rather liked this change of not immediately comforting him and reassuring him that all was well and good between them. The Queen’s words still clung about her like a sticky film, and there was the lingering adrenaline from daring to speak her mind - carefully as she could - that made Abby think that maybe she enjoyed feeling this way. She tilted her head, chin up, and met Aegon’s gaze with her own calm and expectant expression.
Aegon arched a brow at her in return, curiosity lit in his lilac gaze, and Abby did everything she could to ignore the way her belly did the swooping thing it did while they rode Sunfyre. There was a streak of pink across his nose and the tops of his cheeks and it made his pale dusting of freckles stand out, as well as along his hairline from the bright sun. He didn’t burn as easily as Helaena or herself did.
“I wasn’t looking to hurt you that morning,” he finally said with a sigh and he shifted the picnic bag in front of him. “You were doing that thing with your smile that drives me mad and I needed to get you out of there.”
“What?” Confusion overtook the distraction of his freckles and she felt herself at a loss for words. “What on earth did I do? Does my smile upset you so much that you seek to deride me for it?”
“No! That’s not what I meant.” He took a step forward, his hand lifting and it hung there between them. “You do this thing where you’re upset and you just keep smiling and acting like everything is alright.”
Abby had no words, and it was her turn for her mouth to open and close like a guppy. Flustered and confused and not at all sure how she was even meant to respond to it. “But isn’t it alright?” she asked. Her voice had gone high pitched with her confusion. “We know each other! We do like each other, Aegon! There are worse situations for us to be in!”
“I know that! I just-”
“You could be married to Helaena! Then Aemond would have to become a kinslayer because he’d lose his mind!” She continued, ignoring him. She didn’t know why, and really, she was supposed to be giving Aegon room to apologize, but the idea that her smile upset him so much? It confused her. It irritated her. “I don’t want to go to Faircastle only to be attacked by a Greyjoy fleet and made into some thrall or salt wife, let alone be any closer to my sister! She despises me!” Of that, she was most certain of. “Or be married to Lord Tully’s grandson who's old enough to be my father!”
Aegon took a step forward and hooked his fingers in the black belt of her jacket. The smell of his soap, that soothing lavender and mint, and the scent of dragon filled her and she found herself momentarily helpless to deny him and bat his hand away.
“You wouldn’t be a salt wife,” he said in a still, quiet tone that she hadn’t heard before and it threw her, leaving her softly stuttering. His eyes were downcast, focused on the way his fingers held onto her. “Sunfyre and I would come and rescue you.”
Even at her indignation, even as his tone dipped in that low way, Abby couldn’t help the way her mouth twitched, amusement threatening, and something she tried to force away. The desire to ease the dragon claws that had descended, to soothe the sullen expression, was as instinctive to her as breathing.
“Four days at least to get a raven to King’s Landing. I’d be on a rocky outcrop in the Iron Islands by then,” she said in a gentler tone.
There was a soft creak of leather when Aegon’s fingers tightened around her belt and he sharply tugged her closer. Abby stiffened immediately, her heart kicking up and something knotting tight and low in her belly. They were close now, not as close as they were before, but this felt different and she tilted her head back to look at him. He watched her, eyes searching her face.
“You keep doing that,” she whispered.
“Doing what?” The low tone hadn’t changed and she felt the flush of her skin deepen as if she were pressed against Sunfyre’s scales.
“Looking at me for some answer. I don’t know what you’re asking of me, Aegon.” She swallowed, tongue darting out to wet her lips. Her mouth felt dry, and the forest around them felt muffled, and it seemed like the only thing she could hear was Aegon’s breathing.
He didn’t answer immediately, but she could see how his eyes were darting over every inch of her face - every freckle, every flushed bloom across her cheeks, the way the wind had chapped at the tip of her nose.
“Do you hate this?” he finally asked. “Do you really want to be- ,” Aegon stopped then, his own tongue licking along his mouth, and she could see how his lower lip trembled, and Abby’s heart was pulsing in her throat, blood rushing through her ears. “You don’t hate me for this? For upsetting you?”
There was a painful ache in her chest. He sounded so lost, so confused. She felt a nagging feeling that he was trying to manipulate her, but she couldn’t ignore the genuine pain in his voice, for she knew it as well as she knew her own.
“Just because you upset me doesn’t mean that erases everything between us. I don’t hate you. I could never hate you, Aegon.”
She swore that she heard him purr like Sunfyre when she said his name.
“You were terrified in there, and your smile was so convincing.” The quiet stillness remained, and he looked away from her eyes despite being the one to close the distance between them.
Abby blinked as the air left her lungs to join the observation that hung in the little space left between them. She couldn’t discern if it was because she hadn’t realized that was what she had been doing, or that he’d noticed at all.
Slowly, she reached into the minimal space between them to tug off her own gloves, and rested her hand along the back of his that held her belt hostage. The warmth of his fingers felt like a balm against the coolness of her own, but she focused on stroking his hand in reassurance, allowing the movement to soothe the confusion inside of her.
“So were you. That was a brave thing you did, standing up to Lord Otto and leaving… bringing me with you. I couldn’t have done it.” Even if it had ended in dismissive laughter and harsh words. She reached for his hand to deflect the attention from him. Maybe it was more than Aegon deserved, but that was who she was. Aegon’s gaze snapped to hers, then caught on her mouth. Abby was relieved; she didn’t think she could stand it if he met her eyes because she didn’t know what she might do.
“So you were upset with me, but now you’re not upset with me, and you don’t hate me,” he said, but the stillness had given way to something different. His voice had taken a deeper tone that made the knot low in her belly tighten further. “Don’t toy with me, Abby.”
Unlike everything else, his warning was unmistakable.
Abby was undeterred. “It doesn’t mean I’m not still upset, and that I’m not still hurt,” she said softly, still standing her ground on that. “But none of that changes how I care about you. I’ve always cared about you, you ridiculous boy, and I always will. I don’t know how to not do that, even against my own better judgment sometimes.”
He had grown taller than her now, the top of her head reaching his shoulder. She had to tilt her head back to look up at him and all she could do was watch him. Even when she caught him drifting closer, she didn’t move away. Aegon knocked his head into hers, rubbing a cheek fuzzy with stubble against her own; it reminded her of the way Theraxis would purr and rub his soft face against hers. A shiver of relief washed through her. She inhaled sharply and held it in before shutting her eyes and leaning her head against his. His hair tickled at her nose, and when she concentrated hard enough, she was certain she could hear his heartbeat echoing into her chest. His face pressed against her shoulder and Abby lifted her arms to wrap around his shoulders and hold him close.
The picnic bag protested at being squashed between them.
“I’m sorry,” he muttered against her jacket.
She made an annoyed and put upon sound, breath fluttering at his hair with the action. “Thank you, I accept your apology.”
The knots and swooping feeling in her belly felt heady at the closeness and she pressed a kiss to the side of his head. Aegon made a sound at that. His hand still gripped her belt, the other she felt brush against her hip before dropping limply to his side and Abby found how much she liked feeling Aegon pressed against her. He was so warm, and it made her feel dizzy and they were going to have a bedding ceremony and a wedding night-
“So you brought me out here for a picnic!” Her voice was too loud to her ears and Aegon startled, eyes blinking rapidly and his face flushed as red as her own. He stumbled back and she reached for the bag to take from him but he held tight to it. “Well? I’ll set things out. You rode us out here-”
“I’ve got it!” His cheeks were flushed and he held the bag to him like some sort of shield. Abby opened her mouth to say something else but Aegon was already traipsing through the high grass of the glen towards the tree line and into the cool shadows of the Kingswood. She followed, hopping through the grass to keep up and looked back over her shoulder. Sunfyre was rolling around on his back and scratching at the ground, breathing flame on it carefully for whatever nest he was making himself to laze about in.
“Where are we going?” she called after him. The birds had begun chirping once more now that the great predator in the glen no longer posed an immediate threat. She had not been out here for some time. The king was growing ever sicker and the last hunt held had been a year or more before he’d lost the remainder of his arm. While she enjoyed horseback riding, one did not have many riding companions when said companions were dragonriders. In fairness, she supposed a galloping horse was far more sedate than soaring through the clouds.
Abby caught up to Aegon and slipped her hand into his, natural as breathing. His fingers curled reflexively around hers and she hummed in contentment when she felt his fingers tap against her.
It’s okay, the tapping signal said, and she returned it. I’m okay too.
“I was thinking we could sit by the lake,” he said with a sideways glance.
She laughed. “Are you going to push me in again? I didn’t bring a change of clothes.” A smirk crossed Aegon’s face, and the mischievous gleam flickered back in his eyes. “Neither did you - I believe I pulled you in with me last time.”
“No, we most certainly did not bring any change of clothes…”
“And we can’t fly back drenched, we’ll catch our death,” she hummed. “I guess that means we’ll have to stay out here.”
Aegon chuckled and shook his head. “I can’t imagine the fort is still up. You’ll have to make us a new one.”
“Me? Why me!” She shoved at his arm gently in indignation.
“Because I’m the prince.” Nose tilted up, amusement gentling the haughty expression on his face.
Abby rolled her eyes. “Yes, but I’ll be a princess, and it’s only right that you do it then. Provide shelter for your princess to keep her warm during the night.” She bit her lip as her words hung in the air and she felt Aegon’s gaze drift over to her again. His thumb rubbed over the back of her hand and her teeth pressed down harder as if she might hide the shy smile that threatened.
“Aye, you will…” Aegon trailed off in agreement. A large log lay in the path and without hesitation, Aegon released her hand and grabbed her up by the waist to hoist her up and handed her the satchel before pulling himself up. She reached to help him and they did the same getting down.
“Thank you,” she said softly, smiling at him for his kindness when her feet touched the ground and her belly swooped again. The feel of his hands around her waist felt impossibly hot. It didn’t feel like she should feel the heat of him through the layers and she tried to tell herself that it was because Aegon always ran hot.
Yes, it was simply that and not the closeness. Not the way he gripped her with ease and the creak of leather as his upper arms flexed beneath the fabric. “I suppose Sunfyre can help keep things warm. You know, since our clothes will be too wet and the nights get cold,” he continued as if he was completely unaffected by the moment.
Perhaps he was.
“If our clothes are too wet, we’ll have nothing to wear,” she continued and took his hand again. The sound of the water birds was growing closer and she could glean the sapphire shimmer of the lake just up ahead. “I’ll have to figure out how to make our clothes out of leaves or something.”
“You know,” he drawled softly, inclining his head to hers like a secret and she tilted her own towards him. “We could just wait it out. No need for extra effort that could be spent doing something else.”
Abby’s mouth parted, words failing her. “What, you’d hunt for our supper naked?”
“Who said anything about hunting?” Aegon said innocently.
Abby thought about the tapestries that had been moved to the gallery hall, that Septa Lyserra’s scoldings had forbidden her and Helaena from observing and yet, the pair of them had done so anyway with stolen muffins in the middle of the night once.
“Well, I…” Words stuttered over her tongue but she thought it was to her great credit that she met his gaze.
“Oh! We’re here! Give me that!” Aegon interrupted, and yanked the satchel off over her head, not even apologizing when he caught the buckle on her hair, and hurried through the last row of bushes to set up whatever picnic surprise he had planned.
The lake, although Abby wanted to call it a pond, for when she thought of lakes, she thought of the endless vast reach of the God’s Eye, and everything but the ocean paled in comparison, was calm that day, with only the gentlest of waves along its glittering surface. Birds called and chased one another across the expanse of it and she sighed happily, undoing the buttons on her borrowed jacket, leaving her in the soft linen of her short sleeve shirt and her wool and leather-reinforced riding pants. It felt a bit odd to be in trousers, picnicking, but she didn’t hate it. It certainly made traipsing through the forest easier. Settling on the soft blanket spread out for them, she picked up one of the meat pies Aegon had packed. It was only barely warm, but just enough that it made for a pleasant meal.
The pair of them ate in companionable silence, looking out at the lake and pointing out the various birds and other animals they caught sight of. They sat close enough she could feel the heat of him, but just enough room that they did not bump one another. Eventually, Aegon stripped himself of his own jacket, tugging at the laces of his own unbleached linen shirt and getting comfortable. His hair fell in a gentle curl into his eyes, his features relaxed, and something that looked like contentment softened the square cut of his jaw. It was always clenched whenever she saw him in recent months, and for the first time she could truly appreciate how relaxed he looked.
She thought about the things the queen had said to her. She thought about how cruelly she’d painted Aegon, as if there was nothing about him that was endearing. Yet, the warmth in her chest settled into a comforting sort of glow. He drank, and went to brothels, he got handsy with the servants… things that Abby didn’t ignore and didn’t like. He made her laugh, which she did like. He brought her on surprise picnics and told her he was sorry and not only did he bring his favorite honey cakes, but he’d also packed her favorite strawberry tarts.
Abby wiped her hands on her trousers and took a sip of water from the skein. “No wine?” she teased and Aegon scoffed, pulling out the tart apple cider in its sweating brown bottle.
“I’m supposed to ‘dry out’,” he sniffed, and gripped the cork with his teeth to open it, spitting it out towards the water’s edge and let out a victory shout at the soft ‘plop!’ it made upon landing in the water “Too much drink and I’m liable to hurt someone.” He vaguely gestured to his face, and Abby made a soft ‘ah’ sound.
“Hey!” Aegon did not remove his lips from the bottle as he took greedy gulps, but he glanced her way. “Don’t drink all of it! I want some too!” His eyes widened and he sputtered and hurriedly tried to stop, wiping away the rivulets of cider coursing down his chin.
Abby burst into laughter when Aegon stopped gulping in an attempt to behave himself. She might have felt sorry for it if they hadn't known one another so well. She couldn't explain why it was so funny except that he'd looked so sheepish about it, as if she'd caught him trying to steal a sweet off her plate.
The surge of affection she felt for him was enough to make her blush and she ducked further into the basket to hide it from him as she giggled. She wondered if this was how Sunfyre felt before his throat glowed and he burst a stream of golden fire at whatever lovely treat Aegon brought for him. It made Abby want to push him to the ground and pepper kisses all over his cheeks. Perhaps then the sadness in his eyes could be chased away. What hubris she had, to think she could be sunlight for the falling star that was Aegon: brilliant and beautiful, streaking across the sky; burning incandescently towards whatever end was meant for him, and there she stood, her hands up, waiting to catch him.
"I shall tell you a secret," she said as she retrieved the honey cakes from the basket. Delicate fingers broke off a morsel and she lifted it to his mouth and popped it past his plush lips to feed him. A greedy touch that lingered only for a moment before she licked the honey and sought the remnants of his taste on her fingertips.
Aegon was watching her, cheeks puffed somewhat from the cake she’d pressed into his mouth, the sun turning the lilac of his eyes pink. He was terribly still and she cleared her throat, and kept going.
“I’d hoped that maybe, um… it’s terribly silly. I stole honey cakes from the kitchen the other day, thinking that maybe you’d find out that I had them. That they’d… they’d call you to me or something.” Abby broke off another morsel to feed him.
Aegon’s mouth opened automatically, her fingers catching on his lower lip. His eyes had gone heavy lidded, watching her in the way that sent fire scorching through her veins and a heated, syrupy sensation curled low inside of her.
She watched him in return, counting his freckles, pale as dusted sugar across his nose. It was intimate. She shouldn't be doing it, but she felt drunk and alive in his presence and so Abby didn't care. "I've missed you these past few months. It's like everything loses a bit of color when you're not around." The second bit was quieter - the true secret. Her face warmed and was flushing as dark as her hair so she popped a piece of Aegon's honey cake in her mouth to shut up.
Abby stilled when she felt Aegon’s calloused palm gently wrap around her bare arm. Breath caught in her throat when his thumb caressed gently - so achingly gentle - over the yellowing bruises of his fingers from the other day in the garden.
“I’m sorry for these,” Aegon whispered, and she could feel the warm, damp puff of his breath against her skin and she immediately burst into goosebumps. The shiver that raced down her spine could not be denied. Something tightened in her stomach.
Words escaped her before she could even think. The ache was growing inside of her faster than it had before. “You could kiss them better.” She swallowed harshly, eyes affixed on some sort of middle distance towards the water’s edge, when she felt the gentle caress of his mouth against one of the tender spots. Abby couldn’t breathe. Heat spread from the top of her strawberry curled hair to the tips of her toes and her mouth had gone dry, the honey cake in her hand all but forgotten. She turned to look at the top of his head while he kissed her only to find those lilac eyes gazing up at her from beneath his eyelashes.
The flash of the soft pink of his tongue, the feel of it as he carefully traced the thumb print on her skin.
“I’d rather leave these kinds of marks on you,” he teased, voice so low that she swore it vibrated through her.
“I’d rather you did too,” she replied, and her mouth was dry, and his mouth had felt so soft. Aegon’s head lifted, and her tongue darted out to wet her lips. “You could, if it pleased you.”
His other hand came up and took the tip of her chin between forefinger and thumb, tilting her head down more. “It would please me to please you,” he said in a faraway sort of voice and his gaze was arresting and she felt an ache in her breasts, the desire to press against him. His thumb moved up the little dip in her chin and pressed against her bottom lip. Instinctively, her lips parted only just to press her tongue against the tip.
Aegon’s eyes were black, the lilac only a thin rim of color, and she watched his own tongue darted out to wet his lips.
It was unclear who closed the distance first. Perhaps it was both of them at the same time. But one moment, Abby was drowning in his heavy lidded gaze, the next, their mouths were brushing against one another. Aegon’s tongue teased along the curve of her cupid’s bow, and she made a sound she had no idea she was capable of when she pressed her mouth to his.
Her toes curled in her boots and Abby did not know where to put her hands. She couldn’t decide if she wanted to bury them in his soft curls, or to cup his cheeks, or wrap her arms around his neck and haul him closer, haul herself into him.
Aegon’s lips were unbearably soft - she never thought his lips could feel so soft, but they didn’t yield to hers. Another soft sound - maybe an attempt at his name, Abby wasn’t sure - escaped her and was eagerly swallowed by him. He shifted against her and while he kept control of the tilt of her head, guiding her into the kiss, his other hand came up to tenderly cradle her head. His tongue licked along the seam of her mouth once more, unyielding to her touch and she gave way to him, lost in the taste and touch of Aegon. Following his lead, her fingers buried themselves into his hair with an eagerness to keep him close and she felt something rumble through him and in turn, it drew something more desperate sounding from her.
She felt dizzy with it all, the floating sensation pleasant, the aching buzz through her veins, exciting.
Aegon licked against her tongue, her teeth, the soft insides of her cheeks, guiding her through his gentle exploration before he broke away. Pink blossomed over his soft cheeks, his eyes still heavy lidded and unfocused as they darted over her face, her parted mouth, down the flushed column of her throat and resting along the slight opening of the loosened shirt laces. Words were a complete loss. Aegon made no move to say anything either.
His mouth was red and plush. Her own tingled.
The birds called across the water.
Abby wanted to close her eyes and lean into his taste again and find out what other sounds she could pull from him. The other part of her wanted to lean in, to see if she could melt inside of him and never come out. To feel him against her like a warm, soft star.
Fingers slowly drifted away from his hair and he made a mournful sound that reminded her so much of Sunfyre. She found herself smiling and Abby leaned in, mouth caressing the flushed curve of his cheek. His arms came around her then, gently guiding her forward as he lay back and she nestled against his chest, head resting over the pounding beating of his heart.
A long, relieved sigh escaped her, a dreamy sort of giggle filtering though and she felt his own answering laughter beneath her cheek.
[Chapter Seven]
#fic: the maiden and the drowning boy#aegon x abby#hotd fic#hotd fanfiction#hotd oc#house of the dragon#aegon ii targaryen#aegon ii targaryen x oc#aegon targaryen#aegon targaryen x oc#aegon x oc#aegon ii targaryen fic#aegon ii targaryen fanfic
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