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elysiumarchieve · 2 years

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Ohh! I have a request, but you may skip if you'd like!

But- what if the reader meets Raiden while going through a commission in Inazuma? (like she was strolling around the city) They're curious to know about his past so they ask questions (they only met Scara while he was still a harbinger) but Scara finds the reader and his mother getting along.

How about he react? 👀👀

Sorry it's so long! ❀

dw that's not long! and i really like the idea actually omg

meeting the raiden shogun by accident

warnings: mentions of scaramouche's past, mentions of ei's past, this is somewhat angsty??, scaramouche being scaramouche, 3.2 archon quest spoiler, traveler is a giant snitch

✧ scaramouche was already upset that he had to help with those stupid commissions

✧ not only was that absolutely below him, he didn't know why exactly he should help random people who could do most of their shit on their own and not ask the adventurer's guild for her help due to their incompetence (in fact, he was now forbidden to do any commissions involving people after he threatened to beat up that one author from the yae publishing house for wasting his time)

✧ thankfully, you were also there (as you also did most of the speaking, too), in the middle of inazuma city helping out ogura mio to find new patterns for her kimono designs, something that you decided would be a good choice to also let scaramouche help

✧ you still got baffled at how quickly he could put a nearly flawless facade, turning from that grumpy and snarky idiot to a well mannered gentleman in seconds when you approached ogura mio, who had already been waving at you

✧ helping her was fairly easy, with you handing her some of the cor lapis you had gathered just days ago that you didn't need (or rather, to prevent a certain handsome wansheng funeral parlor employee from finding you and explaining in detail at how hard it was to gather cor lapis properly)

✧ it was only when people erupted into gasps around you that you and scaramouche glanced over to the bridge leading to tenshukaku that your jaw almost dropped immediately - wasn't that the raiden shogun herself? in town?!

✧ you had seen her just once before, but that was when the traveler had been around as well. much to your surprise at that time, they even appeared to get along well with each other, what eventually lead to you also being greeted by the shogun personally

✧ from her sheer appearance, their similarities were almost uncanny - the hair color, their eyes,,, it was amazing how much he resembled her in terms of appearance

✧ back then, you already had many questions but didn't dare to ask them. you were well aware of how scaramouche was 'created' and that the shogun before you was just another puppet and not the actual shogun herself - but the way she talked was so different from how the shogun puppet spoke that it convinced you that she had also taken note of you

✧ in fact, when her purple eyes landed on you, your entire body shut down. was she deliberately looking for you?! why is she walking towards you??

✧ when you tried to nudge scaramouche's side you feel nothing and you almost panic. did he actually just ditch you the moment he sees his mother?! is he actually for real?! your head snaps around almost furiously trying to find out where your lover had gone within the blink of an eye

✧ ogura mio almost panics as much as you when the shogun halts before you, a hand on her chest as she greets you in a soft tone, causing you to meekly greet her back

✧ scaramouche didn't see this, already far away from where his creator and you were. he did not want to see her nor did he want to hold a conversation with her - he even doubted the possibility of the shogun even remembering him so why should he stay?

✧ he frowned at the thought. there was nothing he could talk about with her and he believed that she wouldn't want to talk to him either, considering she just abandoned him without giving him the possibility to just,, stay by her side

✧ she didn't even have the heart to kill him and free him from a life with no purpose, so what should he talk about with her? he'd probably only get angry at her either way, or atleast that's how he reasons his sudden disappearance when he already finds himself in the middle of nowhere

✧ you, on the other hand, were having a nice conversation with the shogun, or rather as she wanted to be called, ei, in the middle of tenshukaku. if you had any idea your day would've turned out like this, you might have changed your clothing to wear something formal

✧ ei had immediately noticed the person dressed in blue who disappeared the moment she laid eyes upon you behind a house, but she didn't mean to impose nor assume who it was - she might've even partially be aware of who it was guessing from how nervous you were at her appearance

✧ after what happened in sumeru, it was the traveler who came to tenshukaku and told her everything that had happened - about her puppet trying to become god, about how they defeated him and how he even received a vision while staying with the dendro archon

✧ of course, the traveler didn't leave you out and it almost shocked ei that she had met you before - just like you had many questions, so did she have a few things she wanted to talk about with you about kunikuzushi

✧ now that her views had changed as well, on her people and on the eternity she seeks, hearing that you and presumably him were in inazuma city, she didn't waste any time to try and have a conversation with you two so she could see the way he might've changed too (considering that he went absolute hamshit in sumeru, she was interested in what might've caused all of this)

✧ while you felt (obviously) intimated by the shogun, she immediately asked you to not talk to her as the shogun, but to her as ei, as a friend (which actually scared you even more)

✧ "how has he been? i heard that he was in a coma before you two set out."

✧ you tell her that he was,,, pretty okay but that he was still the same old scaramouche you knew. at that you can see her eyes soften - she didn't even know what he was like nor did she ever try to see for herself (she blamed her past self for being too self absorbed in her own grief and failed to ever get to know him)

✧ when you finally dare to ask why she created him in the first place, ei merely sighed. she knew that question would come and it was also natural for you to wonder about this if you were his lover

✧ so she tells you solemnly, about her sister makoto and her demise, about her grief and her desire to protect inazuma from the same fate that had befallen khaeri'ah by keeping everything the same - up to the point to which she was so scared of becoming her own enemy that she created puppets to rule in her stead, something in which she alread failed kunikuzushi the first time

✧ you are certain that the things she's telling you are not meant for your ears actually, telling you all about how she planned to store the gnosis in the puppets and that she was going to meditate endlessly inside her plane of euthymia to prevent herself from eroding (a concept that you, as a mortal, had only heard about in old forgotten tales)

✧ the conversation, though grim and rather depressing, brought to you new inside on how his creator acted and thought about him - and it almost made you even sadder that scaramouche had left the moment she appeared because this is actually a conversation these two should have with each other, not his 'mother' and you

✧ even though he wrecked havoc across sumeru, she tells you that she would never act out against him. she wanted him to live his own life and make his own experiences, set him free from the duty she did not want him to bear (and besides, she also made her fair share of mistakes that she felt terrible about)

✧ when you glance outside and see that the sun is setting, you almost panic that he might get mad at you for having been with the shogun for so long - although you feel like yo should rather get mad at him for running off like that)

✧ ei takes notice of your sudden worry and she just smiles. considering that he had ran away before she actually had a chance to talk him herself, he must probably already been waiting for you to come back

✧ you can tell that ei really wants to see him atleast once, but you tell her that the next time you two happen to be in inazuma city, you'd bring him with you so they can finally have the heart to heart talk they should've held already a long time ago - she thanks you (which made you incredibly nervous) and tells you that she'd come with you to take you back to inazuma city

✧ and in fact, he was in the middle of inazuma city and almost fuming over the fact that, according to ogura mio, the shogun herself invited you to take a walk through inazuma city before both of you just headed back to tenshukaku

✧ sitting on top of a random roof, he waits for any sign of you, until he finally catches a glimpse of you and,,, her

✧ his first instinct was to leave again, but then he sees the two of you and something in his chest hurts - he can see you smiling and giggling and even the shogun seems to be,, in an incredibly good mood herself

✧ no, he did not yearn to be part of this. he doesn't even want to be near her nor talk to the person who betrayed him right after his creation, but seeing you teo get along so well really pains him

✧ scaramouche sees the shogun handing you something and his hand subconsciously clutches onto the golden feather dangling from his vision - she was giving you the exact same one and placing it gently into your palm with a smile

✧ he wonders for a short time, did she hand him that feather the same way or did she leave it with him when he was already asleep? he couldn't remember it, but he remembers very strongly about what so many people had once said about it

✧ when you finally depart from her, he waits until the raiden shogun is far away enough from him before appearing sround the corner, almost scaring you as you had been too focused on your new accessory in your hand

✧ his arms are crossed and he asks you with a deadpan stare if you were having fun - when you answer yes, he's almost irked at how happy you appear (but he's also glad that everything went well)

✧ you notice rather quickly how he focuses on the golden feather in your hands and you grin, proudly declaring that the shogun gave you the same feather as him and you jokingly say she did it so you could have matching accessories - and he just stares at it with a look you cannot quite pin down (it's like he's trying to figure out whether or not she actually said that)

✧ "i think, next time we're here you should talk to her"

✧ at your suggestion he huffs. why should he do that? there is nothing that needs to be discussed between the two of them anymore

✧ "oh, and, she said she's very proud of you. she's glad you found your own way."

✧ he almost thought he didn't hear you correctly so he just stares at you wide eyed, but he catches himself and immediately turns away from you, an unreadable expression on his face

✧ "it's not like she contributed to any of it."

✧ you laugh at his stubbornness when he simply walks away, his hat pulled down into his face as you follow him with a big smile

✧ "this gold ornament is a proof of identity granted by the almighty shogun, a symbol of my, ei's, gratitude. thank you for keeping him safe. he should be proud about his growth."

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin #kunikuzushi #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche #raiden ei #raiden shogun #can anyone tell that i love the raiden family a lot #i have a c3 raiden and her weapon <3 #waiting for her son so i can get his weapon and pull his constellations too #but i heard they have bad resonance.. LMAO #idc #overworld teams are always my comfort characters

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patchyworx · 6 months

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This meme has been done before but i felt like doing it to so yep

#girbosses and their emo sons <3 #Ei is kinda also a girlfailure too tho #also giving Zhongli fluffy hair >>>>>#Zhongli #Raiden ei #raiden shogun #xiao genshin impact #scaramouche genshin impact #wanderer genshin impact #<- puppet mfs in genshin have only 1 name challenge (impossible)#genshin impact fanart #genshin impact #patchy doodles #that one meme with the parents?? idfk

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astroboyart · 1 year

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Source: Tezuka Goods Information (TEZUKA_goods, Twitter)

Tezuka Star System artwork, possibly originally artwork used in an official Tezuka Calendar.

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vveissesfleisch · 5 months

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BORGIAS SEASON 2 FINALE????????? HELLO?????????????????

#THEY POISONED MY EVIL HORRIBLE HUSBAND!!!!#NOOOOOOO!!! HE'S TOO SEXY!!!!!!!#I mean there’s another season so I’m guessing he’s alright but #NOOOOOOOOO #I mean he deserved it but NOOOOOOO #god the scene where rodrigo buried juan alone & with his own hands broke me into a million fucking pieces #and cesare’s confession!!! his steely-eyed conviction!!!#the conversation where rodrigo tells him he’s too much like himself which is why he always favored Juan #for how can a man love his own reflection #what a hell is this man's world where he is so self-loathing and so self-aware #and just as he’s about to forgive his son for killing his other son…THE BLOOD FROM EVERY ORIFICE #this episode. wow. this season. WOW .THIS SHOW #ONE BILLION EMMYS FOR MISTERS IRONS AND ARNAUD #it's all so beautifully done too #i am VERY excited and nervous about season 3 #gotta savor it like a dessert because it's the last one #praying that my corrupt sexy pope zaddy pulls through #(im sure he will)#(gotta see that white papal frock covered in blood at some point too plz)#lex does the borgias

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yeonban · 1 year

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The sheer irony of Albedo calling Rhinedottir "master" every time he brings her up while Subject Two calls her "mother" but to her Albedo's THE preferred son and the only one that matters out of all of her creations 💀

#muse: subject two.#genshin spoilers /#genshin impact spoilers /#Subject Two has been angry since I went thru the event several hours ago <3 so true bestie continue to feel that way #What's with Genshin and extremely powerful mothers who tossed their ''imperfect'' sons away (Wanderer 🤝 Subject Two; Ei 🤝 Rhinedottir)#Side note but BABY ALBEDO WAS SOOO CUTE... SO TINY... SO PRECIOUS...

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solasan · 2 years

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thinking about. *spins wheel* aegon freaking out about losing olenna during daeron’s birth :)

#idk i think im allowed to give him a freakout over how much he Cannot Bear To Lose Her. as a treat :)#plus it just makes sense to me!! he's already lost so much by this point INCLUDING one wife already so. of course he's worried!#im visualising an extremely agitated aegon pacing outside her chambers while an increasingly irritated viserys tries to calm him down #aegon (who realised like three days ago that he might be in love with his wife): everybody shut up. if olenna dies it's probably my fault.#viserys (loves his drama queen brother; has already seen his wife give birth successfully three times): uh huh buddy. let's get u some wine #anyway obviously both olenna and daeron are fine <3 he has nothing to worry about <3 #he comes into the room after and olenna's all pale and wan but somehow triumphant with their son in her arms #and he doesnt even look at daeron at first. all he can do is catalogue her features and be sure she's fine.#olenna bless her is so confused by his weird; stiff; almost AFFECTIONATE behaviour (he sweeps hair off her sweaty face!!!)#anyway. once he knows she's ok he does hold daeron and they have some privacy together as a family #he gets a bit teary-eyed but olenna doesnt say anything #and they sit in silence like that just watching daeron together with olenna's hand on aegon's knee :pleading:#pregnancy tw /#childbirth tw /#ch: olenna oakheart #sh: olenna x aegon

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boneless-jellyfish · 2 years

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WAIT LMAOSO THIS DID NOT AGE WELLE

(art not mine; @poke_lol on twitt, i think)

I cant see hahhahahayayayaayayahya

LOOK NEW OFFICIAL MERCH! I WANT THE SHORTS AND PURPLE SHIRT :D

omg wifey @numi-x what if we match ei shirts?

#ei has such cool merch!!#electro queen fr fr #just like her ELECTRO son right ahahahajaja #ivyanswers #nitathemoot<3

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betelgo0ze · 27 days

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Tumblr format can suck my balls

A VISUAL POEM FEATURING MY ONE EYED BEAST MIBSY

#cats #one eyed cat #my little man #my guy #my disabled cat #My blorbo #my darling boy #my son <3 #inlove him #He’s very special

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chuluoyi · 5 months

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Baby gojo and daddy gojo not wanting to share mama gojo😭✋i-

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 06:20 P.M 」

aww this is so cute of course this is the first i worked on after getting back from my weekend break <3 and actually i have this one similar ask too so i combined yours with theirs! here's some cute blinking gojo in phantom parade and okay now let us have some crack and make gojo suffer

a part of gojo's love entries

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

“bwah!” a nudge.

“myah!” a shove.

and then—

“waaa!” a… slap (?) on the cheek.

“huh?” satoru winced, touching where the baby’s palm just connected with his face, blinking rapidly. so he wasn’t imagining things. this really was happening in front of his eyes.

and it was the baby—his baby.

your giggles filled the air in response.

“hey, you,” satoru took on a very stern look and an exaggerated frown, glaring at his own son. the baby merely babbled at him innocently, blinking his wide crystal blue eyes that mirrored his. “bad, bad minion. this is a very serious issue. you shouldn’t do that, you hear?”

the serious issue being each time he tried to lean closer to steal a kiss from you, your son always found a way to repel him away with his tiny hands.

you snorted at his righteous tone. “he’s just protecting me. even your kid knows you’re a danger.”

a gasp left your husband’s shiny lips, mockingly in disbelief. “me? a danger? i make your life a heaven on earth!”

“heav—pfft—”

“i give you love, food, my body—” he emphasized, pointing at himself for a dramatic effect, and you threw your head back, dissolving into a fit of laughter even more, “—heck, i even give you this naughty baby!”

“wha—no! that’s team effort!”

“still! and now he is staging an uprising against me?” satoru cheekily eyed his child, who was now clutching the fabric of your blouse, tiny fingers playing with the shiny diamonds of your necklace—a gift from satoru too, actually.

“look at him go,” he grumbled, his eyes following each little movement his son made, then dramatically yelped when the boy pawed at your breasts. “hey! no touching! those are mine!”

“please.” you almost choked on your laugh. your silly husband always had a way to make things sound funnier than they actually were, and that was what made you fall in love with him more each day, really. “the milk is his!”

“he can have the cow’s! and more importantly, it’s thanks to me that you’re so milky—”

“satoru! you’re so uncouth i can’t—!”

“see? you’re laughing so much! this proves enough that i make you happy every day!”

later that night, after you put your baby to sleep in his crib, satoru gently poked his cheek, his expression tender despite his pursed lips. “he is out like a light…”

satoru might whine a lot, but ultimately, you couldn’t miss the look of adoration and fondness that made him the father of your child. even without saying it out loud, you knew that he would willingly put everything aside and sacrifice anything—first of all, himself—if it was meant for his dearest, most precious treasure.

knowing he'd do the same for you only served to melt your heart even more. and you felt full—so full, in fact, with warmth and love and anything that was soft.

you really do love him, don’t you?

“look at him, he’s like a shrimp,” your husband pointed out, still gazing at his baby in wonder as he kept poking and prodding at the chonky rolls of his little arms, and you thought, nothing could have been more precious than this.

“satoru.”

“yeah?” he turned instantly at the sound of his name, but before he could react further—

you stood on your tiptoes and planted a swift smooch on his cheek, putting the overflowing love you held for him in it. “mwah!”

“…?!”

for the next three seconds, satoru malfunctioned. the brush of your sweet lips on his cheek was so innocent that he was rendered speechless. heat steadily gathered on his face, turning him pink despite himself.

“you…” he groaned, collecting himself, a dopey smile was quickly plastered on his face to cover up his setback as you burst into hearty laughter. “now you’ve started it…” and then he latched on you with a glint of a joker, launching a full-blown tickle attack.

“a—ah! why?! satoru! ahahahaha!”

. . .

safe to say, your wheezes effectively awoke your son from his slumber, and as a bit of payback, you left satoru in the dust to deal with the crying baby, both of them whimpering in unison since he had absolutely no clue how to comfort the little one.

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yuridovewing · 10 months

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Someone liked an old post I made about Littlecloud on my main so I doodled LittleCinder while watching Pokemon

#doodles #childhood ship tbh…. its so cute #taking the opportunity to ramble abt razorverse littlecloud. i dont think he’ll be keeping that name cause while i love it and its cute #idk if the cloud suffix fits my design of him. hes a scrawny thin furred big eyed shaking thing #so… might name him littletwig or littlefrog or maybe even littlestorm #(to like. give him a ‘’powerful’’ name like hes a small storm but will still cause damage?)#his suffix has to be just as cute and silly is the important bit #also hes brokenstars son who he never acknowledges. probably in the same litter as hopekit and wishkit but idk #probably not cause he wouldnt fit the naming scheme? can see broken siring multiple litters #trying to produce more child soldiers #hope/wish are probably born after hes exiled #i wanna plot out who’s a broken baby and who isnt cause those 3 are the only ones ive figured out and hes gotta have more than that #give em like a group where they all bond together closely cause of what happened #razorverse #ig

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thekinslayed · 9 days

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Sweet, Wonderful You

summary | Aemond finds himself pleased with his new wife.

pairing | newlywed aemond targaryen x wife!reader

tags | 18+, MINORS DNI! unprotected sex, oral (f), semi-public, spanking, hot hot sex, arranged marriage, fingering, Aemond Has Feelings, lots of fluff and marital bliss <3

wordcount | 5.6k

note | if i had a penny for every time Aemond was up to no good in a tent, i'd only have two pennies, but it's weird that it’s happened twice!

likes, comments, reblogs are much appreciated!

(divider by @zaldritzosrose)

There was a slight rattle upon the earth when the hunting party returned with a thunderous arrival. Cheers and applause greeted the group of a hundred or so men, composed of noble lords, young squires, and knights to keep them all guarded in the woods. The hounds raced with the horses, barking at their feet. They had returned successfully after a full day and a half of hunting the prized stag, having departed a night before the rest of the royal party.

Among the cluster, three heads of silver hair held a stark contrast from the rest. They rode straight to the center of the camp, stopping just before the royal tents. You stood with the Queen and your good sister, Helaena, who held a green little creature in her palm. Your fingers were wrung together anxiously as the princes dismounted their horses. One by one, Prince Aegon and Prince Daeron handed off their horses to the keepers, before coming over to greet their family, followed by your new husband, the one-eyed Prince Aemond.

The King’s second son spotted you almost immediately upon returning to camp, keeping his good eye on you until he beckoned his horse to a halt. As he walked over, you felt a warm tinge in your cheeks when his good eye raked over your form. Your husband extended a hand to you when he was close enough, to which you hastily removed your glove to place your smaller palm in his. He dipped his head to press a kiss to your knuckles, greeting you, “Dear wife.”

“Well done, my prince. I was told of your great skills in hunting the stag,” you praised him. Behind his tall figure, you can see the beast being dragged away, blood staining the better half of its neck. You can feel the stares of onlookers around you, no doubt wanting to catch a glimpse of the newlyweds together. Your husband merely hummed, offering you a quip of a smile.

"I was lucky, nothing more," Aemond said with a little bit of humility. The queen urged everyone to head inside the warm tent as the breeze began to lap at your faces with a sharp chill, the day slowly starting to dim. The prince took your hand and placed it on his elbow, turning his head to examine the dress you wore. It was a dark red, embellished with dragons of black thread, completed with a black underskirt and a dark fur trim along its neckline. A true Targaryen garment, paired with black fur-lined gloves your husband had given you before he left for the hunt.

"Thank you for coming to greet me, my lady. You look lovely," he complimented, making you blush. It wasn’t often the prince would unleash compliments so openly, and in the short period you have been together, you had been bestowed mostly with formal and terse praises, this was a first. You ran a hand down your skirts shyly, happy to find your husband pleased with your attire.

“Do you like it? It was a gift from Dragonstone. Your sister had written of her regret of not being able to come to the celebrations. Her being with child had prevented her from traveling, it seems,” you informed him. From your touch on his elbow, you feel your husband tense up. This immediately wiped the smile off your face, glancing up at him in slight worry of what you had said something to gain this reaction. His good eye blinked before his lips pursed, letting out another low hum.

“Half-sister.”

“W-what?”

“Rhaenyra, she is my half-sister,” Aemond corrected. You all but blanched at the return of his cold and distant tone, mentally kicking yourself for having forgotten the strife between King Viserys’ children. You didn’t miss the way when he mentioned her name, almost jeering.

“Right, of course,” you chuckled awkwardly, before caressing his bicep with your other hand. Your husband led you into the tent, greeted by lords and ladies alike, who uttered praises of the pair of you making such a handsome couple. ‘Good fortune shall come to this union!’ and ‘Your marriage shall ever be fruitful!’ they praised, and you thanked them graciously with a smile. Aemond let you entertain your guests, who had traveled from all over the Seven Kingdoms to witness the marriage of the royal prince and his lady.

Somehow, you managed to make your way to where the Queen sat with her father, the Lord Hand. They bore satisfied smiles on their faces, and you approached them with your husband, an equally bright smile on your features.

“This has been the most splendid affair! The gods have been kind,” Alicent said, visibly pleased. Aemond expressed his word of thanks to his mother, before exchanging a courteous nod with his grandfather.

“Yes, they have,” you spoke softly, turning your head to look at your dragon prince. “They’ve kept my husband out of harm’s way, for that I am glad.”

Otto held a satisfied smile on his face at your words, pleased with having orchestrated this union. It was by his doing that your father had been called to court to sit on the King’s council, and with the highly revered lord’s arrival to the Red Keep, he brought with him his only daughter, seven and ten years of age. You had been given the role of a lady-in-waiting to Princess Helaena, joining the handful of other royal ladies that accompanied the princess.

Aemond always knew he would marry for duty. To whom, he knew naught, up until he heard of you. It was determined that you shall be wed to the prince upon the endorsement from Otto Hightower to the King, though your father had asked for the marriage to happen after you turned eight and ten. Aemond had caught glimpses of you with Helaena and her ladies, but had never sought you out himself. He wasn’t one to meddle with his sister’s activities with her group, with their singing, sewing, and all of their giggling, but the few times he had seen you he thought you the most handsome out of all of them. A shy little thing you were, never boisterous or commanding. The princess often asked you to be her sole companion most days, when she had grown tired of being surrounded by different voices and faces. Helaena had expressed her delight after learning of your and Aemond’s nuptials, happy to see her favorite lady and her favorite brother together.

He was pleased with this union, to say the least. You were quite the beauty, graceful, and well-equipped with the knowledge of history and philosophy, as well as the talent for playing the harp. He considered himself lucky not to be stuck with a woman he would not agree with in ego, like a Lannister. As meek as you were, you still possessed wit, but of an unassuming kind. The prince courted you for 4 moons, gracing your days with his presence as he accompanied you on walks through the royal gardens, sat with you in the library while you both read, and visited you in Helaena’s chambers when the rest of her ladies were dismissed. On your nameday, he had gifted you with an exquisite set of jewelry, a pair of earrings and a necklace of sapphire. He took quite an interest in you, despite his usual stoic expressions. Aemond was never one to wear his heart on his sleeve, and as much as he tried to ignore it, to be graced by the sight of you became a part of his days, and dreams of you filled his nights. However, despite all the time you had spent together, it was difficult to move past the formalities, especially with your interactions being heavily chaperoned and coupled with your timidness around the prince and Aemond's stiff demeanor. It turned out that Aemond's mastery of history and philosophy failed to equip him with the expertise of courting a woman.

Much to his dismay, the prince felt he had barely scratched the surface of you after four moons, but he considered it no matter, for he had a lifetime to explore your every facet.

One thing he did learn, however, was how you turned flustered so easily at his words, and how he reveled in making a beautiful woman blush.

On the night of your nuptials, Aemond had seen a shift in your usual doe-like eyes to something lush. The prince was grateful for having been granted his request to forego the bedding ceremony. You had made such pretty sounds for him, from the moment he sucked his first mark on your neck, to when your plush bosom was exposed to the dark room, up to when he stretched you out on his fingers, and ultimately, his cock. To have shared this moment with the debauched eyes of the others would be a great disgrace, and Aemond felt prideful of having witnessed such a reaction in his new wife. He saw a heady tinge glaze over your eyes when you had first spilled on his fingers, your confidence growing as you dug your nails into his shoulders while he thrust his hips into your weeping cunny.

The morning after, his lady wife greeted him with a bashful smile, sweet as always. The evidence of your consummation merely existed in the marks on your neck and the blood-stained sheet discarded on the floor. On your second night, you had offered yourself to your husband, despite the terrible ache in between your thighs, but Aemond graciously declined, not wanting to have his wife too sore on the royal hunt that was to follow.

As the night went on and the nobility began to disperse from the royal tent to retire to their accommodation, Aemond found himself in his own pavilion, thinking about you. For the sake of propriety, you had been placed in a separate tent from your husband. He had bathed himself clean from the muck that clung to his pale skin, and changed into his night clothes to retire after almost two days of rigorous hunting. However, in the warmth from the small fire in his tent, Aemond felt a strange twinge in his chest. He felt the need to see you, perhaps even share the bed for the night. Aemond thought himself ridiculous, especially with the slight air of formality that still lingered between the two of you, but was a pull he felt, an odd need to be around you. And in the dead of night, the one-eyed prince, in all his formality and adherence to standards, let his feet guide him out of his tent to make the small walk towards yours.

Your handmaiden was brushing your hair after helping you change into your nightgown when you heard a low voice through the tarp of your accommodation. You recognize it as your husband’s, and you had bid him to enter without hesitation. The maidservant made quick work to finish brushing your hair, before leaving with a bow when Aemond had entered. You turned to your prince, rising from your seat to greet him with a soft smile. The surprise on your face was evident, not expecting him to seek you out so late in a somewhat public environment. Perhaps he had a matter to discuss, one that could not wait until the morn.

Gods, was it about the dress?

“Is something the matter, lord husband?” you asked him. In the dim flicker of light from the small fire you had requested in your tent, Aemond’s good eye ran over the swell of your breasts, accentuated by the shadows. The prince cleared his throat, crossing his hands on his lower back.

“Should there be a matter at hand for me to see my wife?” he asked rhetorically. You blushed, flustered for having asked such a question.

“Of course not,” you chuckled sheepishly, before approaching to hold him by the elbows, beckoning him to the fire. “Come.”

Your husband walked around the tent, studying the arrangements made for your accommodation. You walked over to the makeshift vanity they had provided, rubbing some oil into the ends of your hair to finish your nightly routine.

“You were treated well in my absence, I hope?” Aemond spoke up. You turned to find him settled on the edge of your cot, leaning his weight on his palm.

“Oh, yes. Everyone has been kind... though quite curious I must say,” you answered, wiping away the residue on your fingers. Aemond raised an eyebrow at your words.

“About?”

You bit the inside of your cheek at his question, recalling the incessant prodding of the ladies of the court to learn more of how your husband has been thus far. You tried to answer the queries to the best of your abilities, though avoiding indulging too much in your husband’s private matters. That proved to be quite difficult, because the questions they asked the most were about his abilities in the marriage bed.

“About us. H-how our first night was and the like,” you stammered. You had no intent to lie to your husband, especially not so early in your marriage, but it still flustered you to discuss such matters. The corner of your husband’s lips quirked up in a smirk, and his eyebrow stayed raised as he continued to question you about the court’s inquisitiveness.

“And? What did you tell them?” He urged. Your fingers fiddled with the fringes of your robe, an anxious habit. You bit your lip while your cheeks turned pink, your mind struggling to find the words.

“I told them it was quite… satisfactory,” you admitted, to which your husband responded with a hum.

“Satisfactory?”

“Well, I couldn’t really say much with your mother listening close by!” You all but squeaked, earning a low chuckle from the prince. He nodded his head slightly, satisfied with your answer. He rose from the cot, walking over to where you stood. Your head tilted up slightly as Aemond loomed over you, his good eye darkened to a dark amethyst from the lack of illumination in the tent. His smirk never fell, amused with how quickly you had grown flustered.

“And what did you really think about our first night, princess? Was it indeed satisfactory?” He asked. Your eyes tore away from him, unable to bear the weight of his gaze. They shifted around the room warily, focusing on anything but his piercing gaze, before giving him a meek nod. Two of his fingers lifted your chin back up to look at him, and he tilted his head slightly, raising his eyebrow to silently urge you to use your words. By your sides, your hands curled the fabric into your tight fists.

“Y-yes… more than that,” you admitted, warmth spreading all over your face up to the tip of your ears. Aemond merely hummed, his good eye raking over your features in thought.

To say your wedding night was satisfactory was a great understatement. As a girl, you had been taught whatever happened in the marriage bed was to be done under the grace of the Seven and with the utmost delicacy, it was your duty after all. To indulge in anything else would be a sin, and my, what a sweet sin it was. Your lord husband had managed to spurn sounds from you that you had never heard from your own lips. You had never been so overcome with such fire, such pulsing desire. He had touched you in ways that would have your Septa gasp in horror.

You had expected pain and a husband who would only do so much to get himself to spill his seed in your womb, yet there was little of that. Prince Aemond may not be the image of a romantic prince from the fairytales of your girlhood, but he had shown you a fire only a dragon can possess. He was as prolific of a lover as he was a scholar, and for a moment you had wondered how many women he had touched, licked, and sucked the way he did with you in order to become such a master in this art, though it mattered little. You were his woman now, and he was welcome to devour you however he liked.

Your husband prepared you for what felt like hours, scissoring his deft fingers in your sweet cunt, his lips sucked on the stiff buds of your breast relentlessly, up until you were covered with a sheen of sweat before he finally took hold of your thighs and split you open with his cock.

He made you a quivering mess that night, spilling on his fingers and his cock beautifully. You were in awe at your own body’s response to his touch, your mind grew hazy the further you lost yourself in the throes of pleasure. When you had returned to your senses, he had wiped you clean and threw the furs over your naked body.

After having been exposed to him in the intimate enclosure of your marital chambers, you had wished to be kept in your new husband's embrace when you slept, but cordiality soon returned between the two of you. It was almost as if the events that had just passed were merely a dream, a fleeting expulsion of desire, and the night ended with you and Aemond lying on separate sides of the mattress.

The morning after, the quivering ache of your thighs served as a keepsake of your wedding night, and as much as you struggled to walk through the halls of the Keep, you found yourself craving more. On your second night, you had offered yourself to your prince, in hopes of being consumed by such fire again. To your dismay, your husband had refused, mostly because he watched you walk around with a slight limp all day and didn’t wish to put you in a further state of discomfort. On the third night, with Aemond having already departed for the hunt, you laid alone in your marital chambers, left to thoughts of your dragon prince.

Now, on your fourth night, your husband stood before you, his thumb caressing the plump flesh of your bottom lip. From his proximity, you could see how his pupil began to dilate, black threatening to overtake purple.

“Are you still sore?” He asked in a low whisper. You shook your head lightly, careful not to shake off his grip, before whispering a soft ‘no’. With your words, his good eye flickered to meet your gaze for a second, before returning to your mouth. His head dipped down, capturing your lips in a kiss. You sighed, secretly in relief, at the feeling of his mouth upon yours once again. You let him guide you, following his pace as his tongue dipped into your cavern. The kiss was gentle, but getting your fill after going without his caress for two days made you breathless almost instantly.

The both of you pulled away, and Aemond was tantalized at the sight of you. There it was, the change in your gaze. A look akin to hunger glazed over your orbs, and a flush ran across your cheek to the tip of your nose, your pink lips glistened with spit. He descended his lips onto your neck, replacing the fading marks on your neck with new ones. A soft whimper left you when your prince sucked on a spot that almost had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. You softly caressed the back of his head, feeling the silky strands of silver under your fingertips.

Decency nagged in the back of your head, reminding you that despite the privacy provided by the pavilion, the thin tarp would do little to conceal any sound that would indicate to the guests your activities.

“Aemond…” you breathed out. Your husband hummed against your skin, the vibrations of his voice shooting down straight to your core. “S-should we be doing this here?”

Aemond lifted his head, pressing his forehead against yours. You closed your eyes as the warmth he exuded engulfed your entire being. “I do not see why not. We are alone, dear wife.”

“People will hear,” you reasoned. Your eyes opened to find him looking at you with an impish smirk, a sight so roguish in contrast to the formal prince you once knew.

“Let them hear. Why don’t we let them all know how diligent we are in doing our duty, hm?” He said, pulling away from you. You let him walk you backward, sitting on the edge of the cot when the back of your knees hit the wooden frame. Aemond bent to recapture your lips, his hand wandering down to cup your clothed breast. With frantic hands, you untied the robe covering your nightgown, shrugging it off to discard it off to the side. You had donned more modest apparel compared to the one you wore on your wedding night, sleeves much longer than the frail straps of the nightgown he had first seen you in. Still, the cotton was almost sheer, and the dark rings of your nipples were visible even in the dim light.

Next, you pulled Aemond’s tunic from his breeches, helping him pull off the garment. When he bent down to kiss you once more, your hands slithered to the back of his head. Your fingertips toyed with the clasp holding his eyepatch in place with the intention of taking the leather off, but his hand quickly covered yours, halting its ministrations.

“No,” was all he said. Aemond straightened back to his full height, looking down at you from the tip of his aquiline nose. You visibly gulped at the commanding aura that seemed to surround him, making you feel submissive, completely pliant to his will. Your thighs squeezed together to soothe the ache in your throbbing core, watching his long fingers untie the laces of his breeches. Before you were granted the sight of his long, beautiful cock, he grabbed either side of your waist to urge you to lie on your stomach. Your dragon grabbed a pillow, placing it underneath your abdomen to prop your hips up. Your heart thumped in anticipation, and your breath hitched in your throat when you felt the cool air kiss your rear when he lifted the hem of your nightgown. His large, calloused hands took hold of either cheek, spreading and squeezing the supple flesh of your rear. In between, your cunny started to glisten, tears of arousal dripping from your slit.

A gasp left your lips when you feel his tongue swipe a hot strip down your opening, hearing him groan as he tasted your essence. He bestowed more licks to your cunt soon after, dipping into your slit to test. You pressed your face into the sheets in an attempt to muffle your whines, but in suppressing your responses, your hips started to squirm restlessly the more his tongue prodded at you. A squeal, one a little too loud to your liking, escaped you when your husband’s hand smacked your rear.

“Stay still,” he ordered, before diving back into your sweet cunt. You fisted the sheets in your hands, biting your lips hard when Aemond began fucking you with his tongue. The hot, wet muscle breached your walls deep in this position, much deeper than the first time. Breathless moans fell from your lips at the sensation of his mouth on your cunt, the act so utterly sinful and debauched. To your knowledge, you had never heard of any husband doing such a thing to his wife, more often than not hearing of the wife doing it to her husband instead. You silently thanked the gods for having bestowed you a husband unlike the others, a prince who took pleasure in giving you yours.

A particularly loud moan filled the space when two of your husband’s fingers replaced his tongue, preparing you for his cock. Aemond stood back tall, his purple eye trained on the way your cunny swallowed his fingers, and the imprint of his hand that started to redden on your arse. You subtly moved your hips back to meet his hand, desperate for more.

“My, look at you, dear wife. I always thought you were a prim little thing, but here you are, fucking yourself on my fingers, moaning like some common whore,” he remarked. You whined at his words, embarrassment creeping up your spine, though you cared little, not when your lustful cravings for your husband clouded your mind. You craned your head to meet Aemond’s gaze from your position, catching the way he smirked out of the corner of your eye.

“Do you like it that much?” He asked, to which you nodded eagerly. You softly pleaded, ‘Please, husband’, and Aemond grunted in response.

“What is it you want, princess?”

You propped yourself on an elbow, turning to face him, still on your stomach. Your eyes slightly widened to find his cock already exposed. He had been softly stroking it while fucking you with his fingers, evidently overcome with as much desire as you were. Now, his length sat heavy in his hand while he awaited your answer, tip flushed a deep red while it weeped a clear liquid.

“I want you, Aemond, all of you,” you made known. The prince let out another hum, before pulling his fingers out. You felt the mattress dip as he kneeled on the bed, caging you in between his legs. He propped himself on a hand by your side, the other holding his cock to line himself with your slit. Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt the blunt end of his cockhead press against your slit, letting out a whine when he breached your opening. His chest pressed against your back, the weight of his body on yours a welcome comfort. The prince’s breath was hot against the side of your face, and his deep groan echoed directly into your ear. He slid into your cunt inch by inch, tight walls hugging his length perfectly. He cursed under his breath when he finally bottomed out, lips pressing a kiss to your cheek as his nose nuzzled to inhale the scent of your sweet flesh.

“Gods above,” he groaned. His hips started to move with small, slow thrusts, still letting you adjust to the size of his impressive length. You whimpered, pressing your forehead against the bed while Aemond panted in your ear. “Such a tight fucking cunny. Perfectly made to take my cock, hm?”

“Yes, husband, it is all yours,” you moaned. As your walls started to relax, Aemond gained more space to thrust his length in and out of you. His pace began to pick up, the fabric of his breeches rubbing against your rear as his hips drove forward to meet yours. His cockhead kissed the tip of your cervix, causing a wave of pleasure to spread in your lower belly.

Hearing Aemond’s grunts in your ear only spurned your arousal further. With his body covering yours, you felt him everywhere, from his breath that hit the side of your face, the fine hairs of his chest tickling the skin of your back, and the slapping of his hips against your plump flesh as he drove his cock into you relentlessly. His large hand crept up to intertwine with yours, holding your smaller hand tightly. The cot’s wooden frame began to creak at the sheer force of his thrusts, your body jerking as he fucked you mercilessly. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip to bite back the sobs that threatened to escape you, but your head was turned to the side to meet Aemond’s eager lips. He swallowed down the desperate moans that reverberated from you, before pulling away to press his damp forehead against the side of your burning cheek.

His name fell from your lips like a prayer, reverent and faithful, as your husband hurled you closer to your release. Aemond felt your walls start to tighten back up, pulsing, indicating the beginning of your release. His free hand sneaked in between your front, finding your pearl to stimulate. The circles rubbed on your nub only served to tighten the coil in your belly that threatened to snap, and your eyes clenched shut as your husband rendered you witless.

“Are you going to come for me, sweet wife?” He rasped in your ear. A chorus of whiny yesses fell from your lips, followed by more sobs.

Aemond felt a hot lick of pleasure deep within his belly, indicating his own climax was fast approaching. He drove his cock even harder into you, the pads of his fingers rubbing your clit at a lightning speed that began to cramp his forearm. He paid it no mind, determined to have you fall apart first. Your walls pulsed uncontrollably, squeezing and massaging his cock. Your nipples rubbed against the pillow underneath you, and with a particularly harsh thrust, you fell apart on Aemond’s cock.

Your release washed over you like the tide, rendering you lightheaded as you spilled around your husband’s length. He continued to fuck you through your orgasm, chasing his own end. Your legs bent to kick upwards as you began to squirm in overstimulation, though Aemond’s weight on your body prevented you from moving away. With one more thrust, then two, Aemond’s cock twitched in your cunt, before painting your walls with hot, white dragonseed.

After he emptied his fill into your womb, your husband slumped in exhaustion, lying on top of you with his sweaty forehead pressed against your shoulder. Both of you took a moment to catch your breath, basking in the afterglow of your lovemaking. You remained lying prone, eyes closed, as Aemond pulled out of you. You felt the mixture of your juices spill from your slit, whining when he pushed it back into your sensitive core with his finger.

You opened your eyes to watch him walk off to grab a clean cloth to clean you with, pouring some water from a jug to soak the fabric. The damp material felt cool against your hot skin, still sheened with sweat. You shifted to lie on your back, turning to look at Aemond as he cleaned himself off. Your eyes ran down the ripple of fine muscle down his back, tracing the way his form tapered at the waist with your gaze.

“Will you stay?” You whispered, making him look at you. His good eye studied you, with your flush face and glistening skin. You looked at him with a gaze that made him feel warm inside, a feeling so strange and new.

“Do you want me to?” He responded, to which you nodded yes. Throwing the rag on a basket, Aemond walked back to the cot, settling under the furs that you pushed back for him. Hesitantly, he lifted his arm to wrap around you, and you snuggled into his embrace without him having to ask.

It was quite pleasant, he realized, to have a wife to hold in his arms. And as you drifted off, he caressed your back soothingly, planting soft kisses on your forehead that you didn’t feel in your slumber.

It was past the hour of the wolf when a sudden strong breeze in the night air drifted through the tent, causing you to stir awake to snuggle further into your husband’s warmth. A comforting warmth sparked in your heart to be in such a position, never having expected the prince to be one to cuddle at night. A satisfied sigh left your lips, before they pressed a soft kiss to the base of his neck.

You tilted your head up to cast a glance at him, letting out a small gasp when you caught the twinkle of a gemstone lodged into your husband’s left socket. The sapphire glinted like a star, reflecting the dying embers of the fire. Slowly lifting your hand to his face, your thumb softly caressed the indent of his scar, in awe of such beauty. You thought back to when he refused to remove his eyepatch earlier in the night, and you wondered why he chose not to flaunt such a mesmerizing sight. He must have slipped off the leather patch when you had descended into slumber.

In the short period you had come to know your husband, you had learned the loss of his eye was a pain he held in his heart. The small details Helaena had divulged caused an ache in your heart for the young boy that he was, and you understood why he harbored such grievance. To catch a small glimpse of the sapphire, albeit unintentionally, felt like an intrusion on the deepest part of Aemond's core, a peek of the well-hidden display of all his true glory.

Aemond slightly stirred from your touch in his face, causing you to pull away lest you disturb his sleep. You leaned to press a light kiss to his jaw, before going back to sleep with an affection in your chest that would only grow as the days went by.

In the morn, Aemond returned to his tent just as the dawn broke through the horizon. Few began to litter around, mostly setting up for everyone to break their fast before they departed back to the Red Keep. He dressed for the day, donning a dark green doublet, embroidered with dragons of gold thread. Afterwards, he walked over and peeked into your tent, finding you having your hair fixed by your handmaiden, still clad in your shift. Aemond left to let you finish getting ready, walking over to where his family began to gather around. Daeron and Aegon were already in playful banter despite the early hour, while Helaena sat with their mother, playing with a beetle she had found in the grass.

“Brother!” Daeron greeted, slapping Aemond on the back. The second son let out a warning grunt, to which the youngest only responded with a grin. “Where were you last night? We tried to find you, but you weren’t in your tent. We wanted to celebrate your nuptials, brother, Aegon had even snuck some jugs of Dornish wine into his tent!”

“Ah, let him be, Daeron. He must have been taking a shit in the woods,” Aegon quipped, earning a hearty laugh from Daeron and a glare from Aemond. Alicent sighed, massaging her temples at hearing her son’s words.

“I was with my wife, Aegon. Perhaps you should check on yours,” Aemond retorted, eye glancing over to where their sister had wandered off to the trees to find more critters to add to her collection. The smile on Aegon’s face dropped, following his brother’s gaze.

“Boys, please, it is too early. Daeron, why don’t you come sit with me while Aemond fetches his wife? Aegon, don't let Helaena wander too far.” Upon their mother’s words, all three sons split up to walk off in different directions. Aemond walked back to your tent, just in time to catch you step out. His good eye slightly widened at the sight of you, beautifully dressed in a light blue garment of your homeland’s style. It was vastly different to the dress Rhaenyra had gifted you, but it suited you better. What caught his eye, however, was the shimmering jewelry paired to your dress. The gems of sapphire sparkled under the morning sun, sitting prettily on your chest and dangling from your ears. You gave Aemond a small smile, approaching him and planting a kiss on his cheek.

“Good morrow, lord husband,” you greeted him, caressing his cheek. Aemond muttered a greeting in return, still tantalized at how well you wore the stone. Pride swelled in his chest to see the marks he had left peek underneath the necklace, his possessiveness growing with well you wore the stone, clearly now marked as his.

“How beautiful you are, dear wife,” he praised, causing you to blush as you expressed your thanks. His eye regarded you with fondness, a softness in his gaze that previously wasn’t there. Taking his hand in yours, Aemond let you intertwine your fingers as you walked hand in hand to greet everyone. Your heart hammered in your chest as you felt the promise of something good coming to your marriage. You had never expected such delight to come your way when you were promised to the King’s second son, but as the days passed, you found yourself blossoming under the warmth of his presence. Indeed, good fortune shall come to your union.

#bella writes ✍️#this is queued #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen imagines #aemond targaryen smut #aemond fanfiction #aemond one eye #aemond smut #aemond targaryen #ewan mitchell #hotd x reader

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jaybirbie · 4 months

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DP x DC

That wonder woman issue got me thinking that Damian would be a great Dad. So have this.

He had failed, he could still hear Alfreds last words, the sounds he had made as he was killed. How quickly he had lost practically everything.

He had never seen his Father give up before.

Never thought Drakes sacrifice would wound him that deep.

Never seen Jon that angry.

It was all his fault, his own stupid Pride had set motion to a catastrophic future.

So when that old man shaped being had appeared and told him he could have a chance to fix things.

He took it without hesitation.

Damian knew he'd have to pay that strange creature back one day. For his family, he would pay any price.

But being summoned one day to a floating clock tower and being handed an infant , an infant who was to become the king of the Realms no less. It wasn't what Damian had expected.

He'd have to figure out how to explain this to his family, to Jon. The apparent master of time had given him 3 rules.

1) Protect Danny at all costs.

2) Nurture his core (emotionally bonded)

3) Don't tell anyone who/what Danny is or what had happened.

Standing in a summer field under the stars (he swore it was late autumn when he left ) holding a squirming bundle.Damian took a breath in and projected calming feelings to the blue eyed infant in his arms. Jon would be on the way, surely having heard his heartbeat.

He looked down at his son and smiled, he had no idea what he was gonna tell everyone.

But he'd already proved he'd do anything for his Family.

He'd do the impossible for his son.

Yeah, just a blurb. Feel free to add or use

Damian just has to Gaslight, Ghostkeep, Girlboss his way through raising the most powerful entity in the world. No big deal.

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #danny phantom #damian wayne #danny fenton #jondami #damijon #accidental child acquisition #clockwork

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sguidwards-bestfriend · 4 months

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Young Old Things

I like the thought of a deaged Dan causing a misunderstanding between Danny, Vlad, and the batfam.

TW: sexual assault hinted at

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Danny, Dan, and Ellie go to see Jazz in Gotham. They've been waiting to "visit" her for weeks since she moved out. Only waiting for her to get a big enough place for all of them. Danny already said he'd share a room with Ellie and Dan, especially now that they found out if she is her true age she'll start to stabilize more permanently with Danny's ecto. Plus, having Dan be the same size helps, or so she says (he might be desperate for a new family and Ellie is trying to help, Danny and Jazz never bring it up in front of him).

The Fenton parents don't know about Danny being Phantom, instead believing that some big ghostly event caused Danny to have a ghost daughter.

And that he tried to clone himself mixed with a ghost to use that body to stabilize her. They may be proud of their scientist son, they are not proud that he won't let them experiment on his ghostly "creations".

Of course they are entirely wrong:

Ellie is one of Vlads' attempts to clone him, the only one that survived.

And Dan is an amalgamation of Danny and Vlad from an alternate timeline. He doesn't know why he's keeping that from his parents. He owes nothing to that scumbag, but Jazz says many victims try to keep their abusers safe from facing consequences. Before Dan was deaged, and much before he met the Fenton parents, he'd pointed out that he'd be scared who his parents would have chosen to believe too.

Jazz gets a full ride scholarship with Gotham U, the Wayne's new massive donation to the psychology department, as well as her well written letter about being the head of her home, helped immensely.

She felt bad using a slightly blurred version of their story to get a good scholarship, but Danny pushed her to go for it.

Hence her, Danny and his 3 year old "twins" were at a gala for the university.

It was being held in the museum after closing hours. The invitation she got had specified that her brother was invited, each with a plus one.

They couldn't exactly get a babysitter for two super-powered toddlers in the city known for hating metas. Besides it wasn't like they had time to get dates anyway.

The night started out fine. There were scholarship students, student council members, some Gotham U staff, and a few rich folk mingling and eating tiny foods that both Ellie and Dan adored.

Ellie fell asleep in Danny's arms almost the second she'd finished eating, and Dan was overly protective of the both of them as always. Of course the dense crowd and constant noise wasn't helping calm him down.

A Wayne, he wasn't sure which one exactly, had brought Danny a plate of food and sat with him as he tried to distract Dan. At first Dan didn't care for him at all, but he mentioned reading about the constellation on Dan's shirt and he loosened up. He never let go of Danny's pant leg though.

The night turned sour when all three's ghost sense went off. There was no immediate threat, but even the Wayne kid noticed them tense and turned to the hallway.

Dan was the first to spot him. "Vad."

"Bad?" The man mimicked.

"He has trouble with his Ls."

"No! I can say Ellie." Dan huffed, poking the side of her sparkly green shoe.

"Vlad, the guy that walked in." Danny said, decidedly looking down into his daughter's sleeping face, squished into his shirt and drooling.

"Vladimir Masters?"

He nodded, before he could continue however Dan spoke up.

"He is bad. He's the reason I was born. And Ellie too." Dan put himself in front of Danny, his little legs going over Danny's feet like a guard dog.

He could see the Wayne's hands tighten into fists, he tapped the inside of his wrist a bit and watched as he squirmed in his seat.

"Hey, Tim." Another dark haired light eyed Wayne and a girl came up to them. "Who's this?"

"Danny, these are my sibilings. Dick and Cass. Guys, this is Danny."

"Hi, nice to meet you Danny. I'd shake your hand but it looks busy." He gestured towards Ellie. As his hand swept nearer, Dan tried to swipe it away. "Oh, and who's this."

"I'm Dan. You can't touch Mommy." His little face contorted into his best toddler attempt at scaring them off.

"I would never do that. No one here would." Dick said as he crouched down to be eye level with his son.

"He would." Dan pointed at Vlad, all three turned to look at the man. Before anyone else noticed, specifically Vlad himself, Danny pushed his arm down.

"Don't point, it's rude."

"He's a rude butt." Danny laughed softly and Dan continued. "It doesn't mater that I'm half of him, I'll never be evil like him." He yawned and laid his face on Danny's leg.

"I think that's enough signs that we should head home. Thank you for talking with me, Tim."

"No problem, it was m-"

Dan grabbed around Danny's legs and whined "I don't wanna gooOOOooo. I want more of the tiny hot dogs."

Danny looked up to see Vlad infront of the food table. The Wayne sibilings followed his gaze "I'm sorry buddy, but-"

Tim stood up, "I'll get you guys a whole mountain of the tiny hot dogs. Why don't you guys wait for me at the door." Ever so softly he heard Tim whisper, "Go with them." To his brother.

"Where are your things? I'll help you get ready." Dick looked around like he didn't know where the coat closet was. He'd probably been to events like this hundreds of times, but Danny appreciated the sentiment.

"Their stroller is at the entrance, I have to get my sister though."

The girl who hadn't said a word hummed and went off, "Cass can find her, I'll help you and we can meet at the entrance."

"Alright, thank you."

It wasn't until they had both kids in the stroller with their coats on and Dan had a bottle of milk (with a lot of ectoplasm in it) that Danny realized he'd never mentioned who his sister was.

Dick waved towrds the end of the hall and saw his sister and the two Waynes he'd met walking with Brucie Wayne himself.

Jazz looked down and pat Cass' hand. "Thank you for getting me."

"Danger." Her voice was soft, but she didn't seem shy like he had expected.

"All four of you seemed to get along well with my kids. Would you like to come by for dinner next week?" Brucie asked as he looked between the four of them.

"I'd love to!" Jazz said enthusiastically. "Would Tuesday ight work?"

Danny could see the gears start to speed up in her head and he huffed a little. "Jazz, I need to get them in bed."

"Right, of course. Thank you again, for everything."

"Tuesday night works perfectly," Brucie Wayne said with a massive smile on his face, "we'll send someone to pick you up. Have a good night."

With that they walked down the ramp and down a few blocks to their two bed room apartment.

"Jazz," She looked over to Danny, "I think they know more than they are letting on."

She lent over the stroller a bit to check if the kids were asleep, before adding, "I agree, I think there is something up with them, but I don't think they're bad."

"Dan was okay with them mostly, and Ellie was fast asleep even with then around."

"I guess we'll just have to find out, then. Besides, it would be good for you to make friends your age and not at the car shop."

"Yeah, alright."

#dpxdc #writing #deaged Dan #deaged ellie #deaged dani #i prefer ellie using a name thats a little different #like to show she isnt just a clone #maybe one day Dan will do the same #but he has so much he has to work through and i want to see him get to live a happy life #he was created at the worst moment of both Danny's and Vlad's existence #even if he has some memories of what a family was like through Danny. i dont think he sees those memories as entirely his own #mom danny

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