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Fool Me Once (pt 2)

Pairing: Aemond targaryen x reader (wc: 3.6k)

Summary: Despite learning about Aemond cheating on you, life has never been sweeter. Who knew being so bad could be so good.

Warnings: manipulation, mentions/allusions to pregnancy issues, mentions of self harm

A/N: first, I just have to say thank you for the response to part 1. I truly had no idea it would get the reception it would. Thank you to everyone who followed me as well. I hope I can continue to produce stuff y’all like. I’m hoping to write more hotd stuff, Aemond and non Aemond related. I plan on taking a small hiatus but will be back around thanksgiving weekend. I will be writing on/off during that time but just away for a trip/the holiday. If you have any hotd requests my inbox is always open. I would try to get them out either before my hiatus next week (11/16) or after it ends (11/26). I’m pretty open to writing any character, though I will warn you I’m way more fascinated by the greens so they just come easier to me. Anyway please reblog, like, and follow if you read anything you enjoy 🫶🏽🫶🏽. And some housekeeping: in this Aegon is not r*pist who enjoys watching children fight (the hotd are truly…. not right for the cartoonishly evil way they wrote Aegon). He’s just petty and neglected. Also the timing of this is different from the books bc Aemond meets Alys pre dance.

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A bastard Strong. The irony is not lost on you. Your straight-laced husband fucking someone who is the complete opposite you. Older, no kids, no title, and no duty to uphold. At this point, it doesn’t hurt anymore. Instead, it makes your blood boil in the most delicious way. Aemond’s betrayal made you realize how you’ve been going through the motions; endlessly sleepwalking, hoping one day Aemond would come around. It woke you up to how much he’s taken advantage of you. He sees your kindness, and aversion to standing out as a weakness. Something he can manipulate and twist like one of his daggers.

The both of you must have forgetten where you came from. A rich, well respected house. The only daughter of smart, albeit conniving, family that knows how to get what they want. Your family didn’t have dragons or absurd ideas of exceptionalism to help you gain power. You’ve learned that inflated egos and prideful indulges can cloud Targaryen judgment. A trait you hope skips your children.

Shame on you for thinking Aemond would be different. Shame on him for the carefully curated facade.

All you do after Larys Strong comes to you the first time is think. You can’t remember the last time you’ve had this many options in front of you. Your mother’s words about patience run through your head. Keeping your wits is key. Play your hand too quickly, and you lose all leverage. You have Daella and the babe in your belly to think about. You stood pat in the beginning; Lord Strong simply relaying messages to you. You make sure Alys gets the letter Aemond wrote, and the ones after that. Lord Larys makes sure you get the details of each letter exchanged.

When the days grew lonely, and your body aches because of the babe in your stomach, you think about the letters. The declarations of love and recounts of lust filled meetups simmer in your head, but it’s the mentions of you that makes the anger sizzle and crackle. It makes the guilt you feel wash away.

You question if the rumor is true. That his Alys is a witch. Does her magic allow her to see the way Helaena can? Fuzzy premonitions and dreams that only make sense after they happen; a gift and a curse. A part of you wishes it to be true. You hope while your stomach stirs with untold truths, hers stirs with regret. Maybe the pain that runs through you leaves an unfamiliar taste in her mouth. That she can’t quite put her finger on it, but she feels you.

You wonder if when Aemond prays, he asks the Father to protect him… to protect her. The same way when you pray, you ask the Warrior to help you find the courage to destroy him.

It started with a bruise. A bruise that you don’t even remember how you got. Maybe one of those things you just wake up with. But it’s there, on the inside part of your left arm. It’s starting to fade but an otherwise noticeable bruise that stands out when you wear something with shorter sleeves.

The idea doesn’t come to you till you see the curiosity in Alicent’s eyes when you absentmindedly rub the bruise while asking if she’s seen Aemond. It’s only you two in the walkway; an unusually quiet day at the Red Keep. Her eyes go from it to the far away look in your eyes. It makes her tilt her head in thought.

“No dear, I haven’t,” her eyes go back to the scratch. “Are you doing alright? I know for some, the second babe can be even harder than the first.”

You look down at your arm, and something just clicks.

“I’m fine,” you start, then you make your voice tremble a bit. “I will be fine. I think I’m just tired.”

You give her a strained smile, and she returns one that tells you she doesn’t believe you. You can feel her big brown eyes burning into your back when you walk past her towards your chambers. There could be two thoughts in her head: you did this yourself or someone else did it to you. Either way, her son’s sweet pregnant lady wife is not doing well, and her son is nowhere to be found. Queen Alicent is one of the smartest, if not the smartest, person you know. She sees the change in her son; the change in the dynamic between Aemond and you.

It hits you. It would be too easy to physically harm Aemond. Though the idea of taking the blade that hangs from his hips and putting it to his throat has crossed your mind more times than you’re proud of. It would be too easy to get Larys to kill Alys. You don’t want to give Aemond the satisfaction of having his whore’s blood on your hands.

Where’s the fun in killing when your rage could be channeled into something more… methodical.

Under all that false bravado is the little boy who got picked on for not having a dragon. To break the man means bringing out that little boy. A truly broken man can’t love anyone. Isolation, and self hatred. What a gorgeous combination for your dear husband.

If this is going to work you need to up the ante.

So, you write. If Aemond and Alys can document their love, you can document your pain. You sent your lady in waiting out to get a blank book from one of the maesters. The color dyed cow skin feels smooth under your hands. There needs to be a slow build. Each day you grow closer and closer to shattering. Whoever reads it needs to know Aemond brought you to this place. He is the villain in the story of the poor, innocent wife that did nothing but carry his children and try to love him.

It will read like a diary, but to you it is a creation. A mixture of truth and imagination. A manifestation of pent up feelings. Purging and revenge all rolled up into one. You make sure to mention how terrified you are for your safety, and for you children’s safety. How an angry or disenchanted Aemond is nothing to toy with, especially if he has a bastard witch on his side. How maybe life would be better for Aemond if you just weren’t around.

But this fading bruise isn’t enough. Neither is just having a diary that will be discovered in due time. A deep cut, a dark bruise, half hazardously placed hand prints.. now that could work.

There’s something cathartic about the pain you feel when the dagger slices through your skin. The blood is so red and warm. It smears so smoothly on the page. Blood on your dress, cloth pressed to the wound, and wandering the halls is how Ser Criston finds you. You notice the worried, confused look in his eyes when you stutter out an ‘I don’t know’ when he asks what happened.

As the maester tends to your wound, you notice how Alicent and Criston stand in the corner of Alicent’s quarters. They occasionally glance at you while they whisper to each other. You recognize the familiar crinkle she gets in her forehead when she’s upset. All her children do it too.

“Sweetling, we both think it might be a good idea to give you your own knight of the kingsguard,” she sits next you. “Just to help you and… keep an eye on you during this vulnerable time.”

You blink. Not one mention of her son. But it’s clear to see how Ser Criston is with his queen. Submissive, and utterly devoted. Having someone like that is an asset. So, you smile weakly and nod. The more people who see you in this way, the better.

Ser Quinton Throne was quiet in the beginning. As if he was scared to be in your space. A far cry from the rambunctious knight his brother, Rickard, is. Moving past the initial shyness, he is attentive and even indulges Daella’s fascination with him. Despite you telling her not to, she would always run up to him, tugging on his white cloak to get his attention. She likes having someone around just as much as you.

The distance between Aemond and you had started to carry over into his relationship with Daella. Kids are more intuitive than adults give them credit for. Your throat felt tight when you daughter finally asks where father goes. You lie; it comes easy to you, easier than you thought it would. It makes you think if this is how easy it is for Aemond to lie to you. Or for everyone to not gloss over the clear problems in your life.

You would lying if you said it wasn’t nice having a man around, even if it was his job. It was Aemond’s job to do right by you, and he couldn’t do that. A man carrying out his orders with a warm smile was welcomed. The comfort of having someone who sweared his allegiances to you, and only you, and intended on keeping them.

You look from your embroidery loop to see Daella and Ser Quinton sword fighting with wooden swords. It’s an uncharacteristically sunny day. Perfect to get much needed fresh air, and apparently going to battle.

“She’s gotten quite good.”

Like a storm rolling in to ruin a sunny day, your husband’s tone is ever cold and distant. You hate the uncomfortable energy that radiates when he sits next to you.

“Yes, she has,” you stare at the Lysene lilac flower starting to come to life on your loop. “He’s good with her as well.”

You know he won’t like you saying that. He hates Quinton being around, and he especially hates how Daella taken a liking to him. Aemond scoffs and mumbles something under his breath you can’t make out.

“It’s just lovely having real protector around,” you continue to push your luck. “Someone so attentive and… strong.“

You look at with his a sickening sweet smile. He opens his mouth to say something, a complaint or rude comment since those seem to be the only reasons he talks to you, but he is interrupted by Daella yelling out for him.

“We’ll talk about this later,” he mutters to you, getting up.

“Oh you’ll actually be here long enough for that?”

The words slip out your mouth and it makes him turn to glare at you. It reminds you of the gossip you heard about him when you first arrived at court. How cold the king’s second son can be. It should’ve been a warning to you.

Quinton takes it as his cue to leave them be; you know he can sense how much Aemond doesn’t appreciate his presence. You watch as Daella clings to her father. As selfish as it sounds, you patiently wait for the day she too realizes he can’t be depended on.

“My mother used to make me embroider,” your knight’s voice breaks you out of looking on. “Something about being dangerous with a needle is just as great as being dangerous with a sword.”

You take a good look at him. If Aemond is the moon - ethereal, mysterious, and always changing, then Quinton is the sun. Bright, forward facing, and shines brighter with time. His choppy black hair, beard, and warm standing in contrast to your husband’s Targaryen features.

“Sounds like a smart woman,” you smile as he sits next to you.

His eyes linger on your embroidery work before traveling to you right arm. The blade wound was just starting to scab and scar over. His first day on duty was marked by seeing your husband give a long lecture on safety and ‘using your brain’ after Aemond saw your wound. The blade cut wasn’t under pure circumstances, but the look of resentment on your face was real. He saw that. He’s never asked what really happened to your arm.

“How are you my lady,” he whispers. You told him he can address you by your name, but he still insist on the formal names especially around others. “Is the babe giving you trouble.”

Ser Quinton, Helaena, and Alicent are the only people that seem to care about your well being, on top of the babe’s. Aemond concern went making sure the babe was fine to just not asking all together. It’s better that way, you think. You don’t think you’d be able to take fake concern about your little ‘mistake’.

“My bladder is being pushed on, I’m finding clumps of my hair on my pillow, and Maester Oliver told me this baby will weigh more than Daella did,” you reply lightly. “But other than that I’m doing fine.”

This pregnancy had knocked you on your ass. You’re sure the stress and thoughts that consume you don’t help. You know how it feels to come into a fracture family; it makes you feel awful for the babe in your stomach. Your parents tried hard, frankly too hard, to pretend things were good between them. Trying to prove their union was more than a duty for their houses. Till this day, you don’t know what’s worse: knowing they didn’t share that love or the years you watched them fake everything. They had ambitions, and to carry them out there needed to be an appearance of an united front. You took your father’s lead, knowing he always tried to have your best interest. The relationship you have with your mother often ebbing and flowing, especially since your marriage.

When you ravened your mother about your pregnancy troubles, she tells you that this is your responsibility to your husband. Harsh and utterly true. You don’t know if your father ever had indiscretions like Aemond, but you know she’d never plot the way you do. Her calculating nature showing up in different ways. Instead of going after him, she chose to focus on elevating you.

Her and Queen Alicent remind you of each other. Devoted to a fault. A victim who had no other choice but to fall in line.You pray for the both of them. Pray that they find peace with the sacrifices they’ve made. Pray that you never get that far. A shell of yourself. Duty, responsibility, cleaning up others’ messes - what a dull way to live.

“Once he’s out, I’m sure it will all be worth it,” says Ser Quinton, voice not wavering.

He’s trying to be kind, mentioning the working theory in the castle that you’re having a boy. You try to smile at the thought. It’s hard to believe that. Plan or not, you still have to know the truth about the father of your children. There is hole left in your heart about that. Him disrespecting you is one thing, but his words pertaining to your unborn child is another. A sudden spurt of anger rushes over you thinking about everything. It makes you stand abruptly.

“I’m feeling tired,” you watch as Daella pretend to stab her father with her sword. Her giggles ringing out when he reaches to pick her up. The dichotomy of Aemond Targaryen will always fascinate you as much as it terrifies you. How he manages to smile in her face, and lie to yours is quite a sight to watch. “I’ll send Margret out to get Daella.”

Waiting for the perfect moment is not going to work. There no time like the present.

The stiff upper lip of this family is something you noticed the moment you stepped into their presence. It’s seeped into the way they gatekeep a dying Viserys. Alicent is cold and collected in the most beautiful way. A sharp glittering icicle. A pretty rose littered with thorns to keep you admiring from a distance. Even Helaena, who you consider a friend, keeps certain things close to the chest. It’s better to keep the full truth away from her.

But there’s Aegon.

Pitiful, and lonely Prince Aegon. A drunk with a bad attitude. But he’s also the most painfully self-aware person you know. There will be times that you and him exchange looks, as you are in on the joke. That everything is a farce. One day someone will just come up and say it’s all been a bad dream. You think it’s the reason why he frustrates Aemond so much. The teasing on top of him never taking the Targaryen name seriously. Aegon spends his days trying to drink and fuck his way out of thinking about his life. Stuck in a royal cuckold. The first born son of a king with nothing to show for it.

He’s messy, nosy, and so openly brash. He’s your missing chess piece. The perfect pawn.

You leave the diary around places in the castle you know he will be. It’s not until you conveniently leave it in the play room where all Daella, Jaehaera, and Jaehaerys all frequent that you know he’s taken the bait. His lilac eyes seem to follow you whenever you two are in the same room. It takes days for him to confront you; book in hand and wry look on his face.

“Is it true? Everything you wrote?”

You stroke your belly while looking at him, a small smile on your face.

“Does it matter that if it is,” you tilt your head, and his eyes glitter with something you’re not used to seeing.

He mirrors your head tilt with a full blown smile on his face this time. It’s like a bright light after weeks of darkness. A person who also sees through the bullshit that enraptures once you call yourself a Targaryen.

“I greatly underestimated you my good sister,” he whispers. You know he’s thinking about his own words. ‘Pretty but horribly dull’.

“That’s fine,” you motion to the seat next to you. “You can make it up to me.”

Queen Alicent stands facing the fire. Aegon, Helaena, and Ser Quinton off to the side. All of them standing across from where you sit. Aegon gives you a knowing look while Quinton’s eyes are filled with pity and anger. Pity for his princess, anger towards his prince. Helaena looks like she wants to say something.

“I… do not know what to say,” her voice is strained with pain. You know this hurts for her. The image of the perfect son being destroyed. The pedestal she put him on crumbling before him.

You’ve gotten better at crying after Aegon told you tears will be necessary to sell it. It’s an automatic response now. The perfectly timed emotion that breaks like flood gates when Alicent holds out the diary. You say you’re embarrassed. That you never meant for anyone to read it, especially not anyone in the family. Aegon gets to be the concerned good brother. He rubbed your back, while his mother called for Helaena. She needed to know who else knew about this.

“I can say what everyone is thinking,” Aegon pipes up. “He’s a fucking cunt.”

“Aegon.”

His mother turns to glare at him, but it doesn’t deter him.

“Walking around with that self righteousness just to fuck a Strong,” he scoffs. “Calling his child a mistake?”

The words makes Alicent sigh, and squeeze her eyes shut. Helaena continues to play with her fingers with a quizzical look in her eye. If Aegon of all people can judge, the actions must be bad.

“This all my fault,” you decide to take it up a notch. Your breath catches. “I must’ve done something to deserve this.”

“Oh my sweet girl,” Alicent walks over and sits next to you, pulling you into her chest. “None of this is your fault.

“I just don’t know what I did to deserve this,” you continue. That part is true; what the seven hells did you do to deserve this marriage? “This, and the baby, and missing my family. I’m just so unhappy here.”

Alicent strokes your hair. You can feel her heart thumping in her chest. You can tell she’s upset and scared. Scared for what your unhappiness means. You’re a risk now.

“Maybe… my father can come and visit. He hasn’t been here since Daella was born.”

After you got married, your parents left court to tend to your house. They felt their work was done. That the marriage was as far as their political ambitions can go. They visit from time to time to see their granddaughter but normally you’re the one who has to make the trip.

“Of course,” you can see the wheels turning in her head. “I’m sure the Hand would love to pick his brain on some things. Your father has always been so kind and helpful”

Queen Alicent is as predictable as she is smart. Your dad thought your marriage would help him get a seat in the small council. When no offer came, his ego was bruised. If your marriage couldn’t, maybe a desperate Alicent can. The idea of sending a raven about the news makes you have to bite back a smile. An ally in an castle full of strangers.

“I’ll speak to Aemond about this,” she nods to herself. “You don’t need to be worrying about this in your condition.”

The disappointment is clear in smooth voice. Before you can reply with a thank you, Helaena finally piped up.

“A baby’s green eyes spurs brighter skies.”

She mutters it before looks at you curious. You look down at your swollen belly, feeling confused. Neither Aemond or you have green eyes. You try to push the sinking feeling out of your stomach. Even Aegon, who normally ignores Helaena’s cryptic language, has perked up a little.

You take a look at Ser Quinton… his eyes as green as spring grass.

Ok this is my first one doing a tag list, so I’m sorry for those I’ve missed. It only let me do 50??? Idk it’s it’s different on desktop or I’m doing something wrong. Hopefully I can find a more conducive way for this. I also only tagged people who specifically asked: @afro-hispwriter @crispmarshmallow @unabashedlyswimmingtimemachine @its-sam-allgood @lol-im-done @grey-water-colors @sassysaxsolo @justsumstufff @lilithskywalker @dc-marvel-girl96 @bekky06 @claudie-080102 @cloudroomblog @shelbythequeen @crazylokonugget @solacestyles @instantpeachpeace @katyadenauer @nsainmoonchild @deeeeexx @iwanttohitmyself @rosa-berberifolia @noisyinfluencerstrawberry @princessmiaelicia @bregarc @castellomargot @thesadvampire @chaosmagiq @icarusignite @happinessinthebeing @flavorofsalt @wishfulwithwine @slut-for-eddie-munson @rosaryos @mistalli @inana-mm @winxschester @papery-maniac @nolongereviliwantlove @fultimefangirl @missusnora @skinmittensgoblin @duckworthbean @b00kdiary @chiyausu @alexandra-001 @tachibubu @juneisreading @mariaelizabeth21-blog1 @verycollectivecreator

#aemond x oc #hotd imagine #my writing #sorry for the delay.. the tagging kicked my butt 😭#also if there’s typos I’m sorry 💀💀#also sorry for once again leaving it ambiguous… couldn’t help myself #aemond targaryen x reader #black!reader #aemond x reader #aemond targaryen imagine #Aemond targaryen

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captainkirkk · 7 months

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I can't stop thinking about m!ik so please have some AUs from the shower

AU in which the demon world find out about humans' healing properties, resulting in a surge of humans kidnapped from the human realm to be used as healing blood slaves - including Iruma. I'm undecided who would find Iruma in this AU, but they're going to find One Traumatised Boy

AU in which Iruma's status as human is revealed very publicly and becomes a huge political blunder. People are screaming about cover ups and fake accusations, so Iruma and Sullivan's trial is opened for public viewing (and you best believe the WHOLE demon realm is following along at home). Every demon that's ever spoken to Iruma is dragged in for questioning. Multiple members of the Misfit Class have had to be restrained. They delve deeper into just HOW Iruma has been able to get away with pretending to be a high rank demon for so long - and find the ring of Gluttony. And Ali. And the magical expert inspecting the ring is quick to realise - on live TV with the entire demon world watching - that Ali is the lost demon king Derkila, and he's NOT happy about everyone putting his partner through this media circus.

AU in which Iruma's parents sell him to Sullivan a decade-ish earlier. I know this is an AU that's been thought up before, but I can't get over it. Sullivan is SO STINKING PROUD of his squishy little grandson - who is much harder to embarrass than 14yo Iruma. Toddler Iruma is happy to be shown off to the entire demon world. Sullivan carries him all around Babyls and Iruma becomes an instant celebrity around campus. The students all become No 1 Iruma stans and call him "the little lord" and always want to say hello and play with him. Also please picture rookie student Kalego being saddled with baby Iruma as the Junior member of staff and seething in rage, while Iruma giggles and covers him in stickers.

Demon Hunter AU in which Iruma is sold to an abusive church when he is younger and becomes an exorcist-in-training. He's lead to believe that demons are monsters..... until his exorcist teacher captures a bunch of demons that are HIS age, who just looked terrified at the sight of them (I keep going back and forth on who is in this group - Clara, Lied, Azz? Some of the Misfit Class for sure). Iruma decides to rescue them and return them to the demon world, and along the way the demons and Iruma learn more about each other (including how incredibly fucked up Iruma's life at the academy is). Sullivan has been leading the charge, trying to get his young students home, but he was NOT expecting his students to wonder back into the demon realm by themselves with a baby exorcist?? Or for them to start loudly defending said exorcist and trying to protect him from Sullivan??? It doesn't take long for Sullivan to decide that this wide-eyed baby exorcist (demons' mortal enemies) is his new grandson.

#m!ik #the demon world: NO HUMANS ALLOWED #lost demon king derkila: i've only had iruma for 18 months but if something happened to him i'd kill everyone in this room #the demon world: .......one human allowed #welcome to demon school iruma kun #some of these are so dumb and yet i canNOT stop thinking about them djsksk #my posts #au ideas

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evergreen-stories · 14 days

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The Forest Beauty | (Aemond x f!modern!reader) (part 1/?)

Summary: time traveler decides to live her new life out in the kingswood, avoiding the new world she finds herself in until an encounter with a certain one-eyed prince changes her life.

Warnings: dark!themes, dark!aemond, obsessive!aemond, book!aemond, no intimacy (smut starts with part 2), intro and first part are kinda a slow burn to introduce the storyline & character

Non-Canon Storyline: 3 years post war – greens won, Aegon's only son was k*lled and only has two daughters remaining, he cannot produce more heirs, Helaena is alive but depressed,Aemond serves as prince regent ever since Aegon got injured during the war and is chronically sick and getting weaker, Aemond is to inherit the iron throne soon, Aemond k*lled Alys Rivers along with all other strongs, Aemond broke the betrothal to Floris Baratheon when he became Prince Regent and won the war (Also, I'm not a native english speaker, please be patient with me)

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< intro masterlist part 2 > (coming soon)

You wander around the woods, returning from another day of working in the city and coming closer and closer to your home when you start to feel uneasy, as if you’re not alone in the forest. You stop and listen, noticing the sound of footsteps close by. With careful steps you approach the sounds, noticing a head full of silvery hair between the trees and watching it carefully.

A man with an eyepatch, dressed in black leather clothes and carrying a long, sheathed sword on his hip. You monitor him carefully; his hands behind his back as he is gazing out into the treeline, he seems to be taking a stroll. But this deep within the forest?

You stalk him for a while, trailing his steps as you make sure to stay hidden. Too busy with staring at him you don't notice a branch on the ground, stepping on it and causing a loud *krack* sound.

The silver haired stranger turns around quickly, facing you and making eye contact. You know it's too late to hide now, as his lilac eye meets yours and a wicked smile forms on his lips

“Hello there, little one. Are you lost?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” You say, looking him up and down more closely now. He doesn’t look like someone that should be wandering this deep into the forest. You notice the tell-tale signs of a Targaryen. You’ve heard of them and noticed a few children with these features when you explored the street of silk once. But who exactly was this man standing in front of you right now?

His mouth twitches, eyes twinkling with mirth. “Oh, I am not lost, little lamb. Simply having a nice stroll to take my mind off the stress of ruling. May I ask who I have the pleasure of finding so deep in the woods?”

“No, you may not.” You answer, staying wary of the stranger. You’re starting to connect the emblems on his clothes and scabbard with the ones you’ve seen on royal guards patrolling the city before, this man must be one of the princes. “You should leave. These woods aren’t a place for a pretty prince like you.”

“My, my, my. So confrontational. Why the defensiveness, my beautiful little lamb? Are you hiding something?” He steps closer to you, his voice now has a hint of danger in it.

“No one wanders this part of the woods. You’re better suited closer to the city.” You say, trying to sound more polite than before, quickly understanding the prince might not appreciate the disrespect.

“Ah, yes, no one wanders this part of the woods. Well, that only makes me wonder how a pretty little lamb like you got herself as deep in here as I did. Unless, of course, you are not alone.” His eye leaves yours, scanning along the tree line before stepping closer once again.

“Relax, this is no ambush. Unless you keep on intruding on my space, then it just might.” You say sternly, hoping to play into his paranoia and get him to leave quickly.

“I do so wish I could believe you, little lamb.” His eye still scans over the tree line as his hand falls to the hilt of his sword. “How do you expect me to relax when a beautiful girl like you is all alone in the woods? You couldn’t have gotten this far without help.”

“I have. You don’t think all that dirt and tools on me are for decoration, do you?” You say, gesturing to the axe tied to your belt, knifes dangling off the bag you carry that’s strung over your chest.

“And what exactly did I catch you doing all alone in the woods, little lamb?” His voice is firm now, eye narrowing as he takes a closer look at you, trying to judge you.

You remain quiet for a few moments before deciding to answer truthfully. “I live here.”

“You live here, little lamb?” His eye scans over you once more. “YOU live in the woods?” His voice is filled with equal measures of surprise and disbelief.

“I do.” You say affirmingly. “And I’m not fond of guests.”

“A woman alone in the wild? No man to protect her? No family?” His disbelief is evident in his voice and expression. “I cannot imagine how a beautiful woman like you has endured out here.”

Upset at his words, you feel anger starting to boil deep inside of you. Women in this time are still property to be owned, another reason why you decided to live out here, away from society. “Cut the feigned sympathy. I live just fine out here.”

“But is it really living, little lamb? Living in the wild? Surely a woman of your beauty must desire the comfort and luxuries of civilization. Do you feel no desire to start a family, to have someone care for you and protect you?” His tone seems kinder now, almost caring, although his disbelief is still clear and you cannot shake the feeling of danger coming from him.

Suspicious at his invasive nature you raise an eyebrow. “What is this? A tea party to exchange gossip?”

“Oh no, little lamb. You are a most fascinating creature and you have sparked my interest. I am merely trying to find out more about who you are.”

“I’m not interested in conversation-“

“Now, now, little lamb, we’ve come this far already. It wouldn’t be very polite to turn down a crown prince like this.” His eye narrows, an obvious predatory hint in his voice as his hand tightens on the hilt of his blade. “It’s appalling for a citizen to turn down their crown prince, my dear little lamb.”

You tighten your jaw, nervous at the sudden turn this situation has taken but unwilling to comply with his orders. “I am not a citizen of yours-“

“Everyone is a citizen of mine!” His words are soothing with anger as his patience has reached its limit and he pulls the blade from its sheath. “Now come closer little lamb. I’ll help you back to the city where you belong, where it’s safe.” He begins to stalk towards you, his dark gaze fixed upon you.

You take a few steps back before you turn around and start running, using the the fact you know these woods like no other to lure him away from where your home is before skillfully outmaneuvering him in the thick forest, hiding successfully in a small cave. The silver haired man tries to follow you, you can hear him yell profanities and curse words as he struggles to keep up with you, eventually getting caught up in the thicket and falling behind. "Damn you!" Aemond shouts as he breaks free of the branches and finds himself standing in a clearing with no sign of the little Lamb in sight. Where the hell did she go? Damn this forest. Damn her.

He inelegantly shoves his sword back into its casing, taking a last long look around the scenery before begrudgingly turning around to make his way back to the city.

The rest of his day is plagued by thoughts about her, remembering every single detail about his encounter with this strange, wild little Lamb. She lives in the woods all alone, with no one to care for her? Surely, he thinks to himself, no one would truly want to do that.

She did seem awfully skilled at maneuvering the trees and avoiding my chase. Could she truly be completely alone? He wonders, staring into the lit fireplace of his chambers, his finger mindlessly tapping along the rim of the almost drained cup in his hand. His interest in the little lamb was definitely piqued. He would venture out into the woods to find her again once his duties allowed him to.

time skip / two weeks have passed

Things went back to normal after the encounter with the stranger, you didn’t see him again, but you did make sure to be extra cautious about your surroundings at all times, avoiding all travelers for the time being.

You’re sitting on a boulder in the river, only your ankles in the water as you sharpen your axe using whet stones from the river while waiting for the fish you caught this morning to finish smoking. You’re deep in thoughts as when you notice an unusual rustling of leaves behind you and catch a glimpse of the familiar silver head through the trees.

Here we go again.

The silver haired man had been stalking the Kingswood once again as he had done for several days since he encountered the strange little Lamb the first time. Searching for any hints as to where she lived, so that he could go back and speak with her again.

His hope was running low when then he finally saw her again, sitting in the river, tending to her tools. His heart skipped multiple beats, he couldn’t quite explain why he felt like this.

Still, she is the only one this far into the woods. No one around to protect her, just like when he had met her last time. This woman was a mystery he was most eager to solve. He slowly and deliberately stalked over to her, taking great care to be as sneaky and quiet as possible.

Even though you had noticed him immediately you keep focusing on your tool, pretending you hadn't noticed him as he approaches, hiding behind the last tree that provides him with cover before he would have to step out into the open.

"What is it you want?" You ask after a while, your voice loud and clear while your eyes are still focused on the task at hand. His attempts to remain hidden are more amusing than anything else.

The man was startled but quickly covers his reaction with his typical demeanor, standing proud with his hands behind his back as he steps out of the tree line and approaches the mysterious beauty carefully, as if trying not to startle her. She had quite a sharp ear. Although, he should have known better. If this little lamb had survived by herself in the woods, hearing the noises of the trees and animals was a skill she must have honed greatly.

Once he’s only a few feet away he stops abruptly, contemplating his choice of words before he speaks in a friendly yet stern manner. "You are quite perceptive little Lamb."

He remains quiet for a while. You’re still focused on your tool, not looking up, as you probe him further. "Speak. I know you've been following me for a while."

“I was simply fascinated with your lifestyle after our last encounter, that is all." He comes a few steps closer, enough to look at her properly, but not so close as to make himself a threat. "Why do you live out here, by yourself? Away from civilization and society?"

"Because I wish to do so." You say, now leaning forward to wash off the freshly sharpened axe in the river water.

"But is there no other reason little Lamb? You do not get... lonely? You do not yearn for society or friends? This forest is cold, dark, and dangerous." The mans voice seems filled with what seems like genuine concern for your welfare.

"The forests seem like that only to those who aren't welcome in them." You say, now looking up at him for the first time this conversation. "What do I get out of sharing my life story with you?"

Aemond's eyebrow quirked slightly at your words. Your words were not aggressive but they were not exactly kind or welcoming either. „You get to answer your crown prince a few questions that have been gnawing on his mind for a while. Who could say it wouldn’t be worth it?”

“I could say. The less people know about me, the better. Easier to stay hidden that way.”

Aemond stays silent after she says that, thinking over her words in his head. Stay hidden from what? From whom? What could make her feel that she must remain hidden... "Tell me, my little Lamb. Who are you hiding from?" Perhaps after finding out that one thing, he can put this obsession to rest.

"Men like you." You answer, now shifting your attention back to your tools, reaching back into the river to fetch out another whet stone to sharpen a big knife now.

"Men like me?" His eye narrows. " I am no threat to you. What could possibly have led you to believe that? You are alone so deep in the woods and I have not shown you any hostility... yet."

"No hostility?" You say laughing. "Chasing me with your sword was what then? A local friendship ritual I’m not familiar with?"

"Oh, I was simply trying to get you to stop and talk to me. That is all." He says, a small smile gracing his lips at her words. He found her laughter quite endearing.

“Didn’t work very well now, did it?”

"No I suppose not," His smile grows slightly, he finds this strange little Lamb's demeanor quite intriguing. He was never great at interacting with women, but this one seemed comfortable in his company, at least somewhat. Even if she was also incredibly untrusting and suspicious of him, or of men in general. He looks at her intently, savouring her smile as he knows his next words will wipe it right off her face again.

“I want to know more about you. I will not leave until you tell me more.” He says and as predicted, her cheeky smile gets replaced with a frown again.

“I told you, I won’t-“ he interrupts her quickly, almost pleading with her, “I know, I know. But I need to know. I cannot rest at night. I will not tell anyone about you. Whatever you tell me, it will not have any consequences, I swear it.”

You sigh deeply, pondering his words. You couldn’t care less for telling your story, the possibility of sharing too much lingering in the back of your mind. Then again, perhaps this is just what you needed. Sharing a bit of your true self with someone after having to carefully craft a fake persona and uphold it for the past two years. “Fine then. What is it you want to know?”

His eyes light up at that statement as he takes his time deciding which one of his many questions he should ask first. “Your accent, it seems out of place. Are you not from here?”

You immedily begin to regret your decision to talk to him, struggling to find a way to phrase the truth in a way it doesn’t sound too outlandish. “No, I am not. I come from a land far away, you wouldn’t know it.”

“Did you come alone?”

“Sort of. I came here with others but they… forgot me. Or maybe they are just unable to return. I wouldn’t know.” You say, looking out into the flowing river as you remember.

“Forgot you? Why would your family just forget you?”

“They weren’t my family. They were… people I knew. We went here and they left, never to return, at least not until today. They probably told my family I died.” What had they told your family? You often wondered it. The changes of the seasons and moons made it easy for you to tell how much time had passed here, in this world. Did as much time pass back home? Was your family even informed of what truly happened or were they waiting back home for a sign of life that would never come, with no way of knowing your fate?

Aemond is quiet for a while, processing this information. “How long have you been here?”

“I’ve been here two winters already, the coming one will be my third.”

“THAT long?” He blurts out, mind racing. “You have survived here alone all this time, out in this forest, with no family or friends? How?”

A slight smile tugs at the corner of your lips, amused by his disbelief. “Yes, I have. I’m friendly with some of the farmers around here and some merchants. I was fortunate, really, that I was stranded here with a few tools and a bit of money.”

“That could not have been enough to make you survive here. The winters can be hard, as can be nature itself. I don’t know a single woman that would be able to survive like this even with all the tools in the world.”

“I suppose you’re right.” You shrug. This is your normal, all you knew for most of your life, you often forget just how unusual it really is. “I come from a family of farmers. We lived far out, away from civilization, and I learned a lot about nature that way. I am, or was, my parents only child. I spend many years of my childhood in the forest with my dad. He was an avid fisher and knew all the ways around the forest, while my mom taught me all about her knowledge of herbs. She was a healer of sorts.”

Your smile returns as she recalls all her fond memories of home. Oh, how you wished you’d never left the farm. “They bred, trained, and sold horses too. I was strapped to a saddle on my own horse before I could even walk.”

His face shifts from one of shock to one of sympathy. He could tell by your words and the tone your voice takes that you missed home dearly. “And you have no way back?”

“No.” You state plainly. Do you? Truthfully, you do not know, but you surely hope you do.

“Why? If I give you coin for passage, can you go back home?”

“I’m afraid its not that easy.” You huff, struggling to make up an answer to this question. “Unless they come get me, I have no way back. I… I’m done talking about this.” You say, now shaking your head.

He wants to press further but understands he shouldn’t, not if he’d like to keep you talking. “Well then… What are you planning to do here then? You can’t just stay out here forever.”

“Why not?” You conter. “I’ve gotten comfortable out here. I know my way around the woods and can survive quite well out here. I’ve come to appreciate my little life out here quite a lot, actually.”

“Is this really life or is this survival? What about finding a family of your own, what about children?”

You sigh deeply. “I may not have answers to all those questions yet, but I do now I’m content here for now. I have no duties here, no bills to worry about. I just need to figure out my next meal and get to enjoy nature the rest of the time with all the peace and quiet it offers me.”

The change of topic strikes a chord in you, one you didn’t realise was as sensitive as it seems to be. The prospect of having to live out the rest of your days in this time is one that seemed more and more realistic and the question of what you would actually do for the next twenty, forty, sixty years of your life was one burning in the back of your mind more and more frequently.

“I’m done talking for today. You may leave now.” You dismissed the prince, frustration growing inside you.

He is not happy about this, his expression shows this as much as the tone of his voice. “Leave? I just arrived. You can’t just send me away.”

“I do not wish to tell any more stories.” You state. Just as he begins to talk again you turn to face him quickly, looking at him for a few seconds before proposing a compromise. Maybe you just needed some time to gather your thoughts and calm the inner turmoil you can feel bubbling deep inside your chest right now. “How about this: If you can find me again, I will answer you more questions. Anything you want.”

His jaw clenches as he lets out a long sigh. This is not how he wanted this conversation to end but he could tell from her expression that she seemed exhausted and the prospect of getting to ask anything he wanted seemed tempting enough to agree. “Fine then. I will seek you out again soon, but I will not rest until I have all my answers. You must swear you will not avoid me again.”

“I swear it.” You answer, a reassuring smile on your lips. “Have a safe travel back, my prince.”

She had been speaking so freely all this time that hearing her address him properly caught him off guard for a moment. He stands still in place, watching her a bit longer, before begrudgingly turning around to leave after bidding a small goodbye.

As he walks away you turn around slightly, watching the swaying of his silver hair until it disappears completely between the trees. A long, deep sigh escapes your lips as you resume your tasks for the day, thinking about all the questions he asked and what you really wanted from your life now.

You were honest, you did love your life as it was now, but sometimes the solitude did get to you as well. A craving for the love and closeness your family had brought you. As much as you cursed the prince when you had first met him, maybe having his attention on you could be a good thing after all.

He thought his mind would be calmed after speaking to her but to his dismay, the opposite had happened. His head is filled with questions still and worse so, genuine worry about her wellbeing. Yes, his little lamb had survived well by herself, but the confirmation that she was truly alone out there was deeply unsettling to him. When he is laying in bed that night, he realised just how little he knew about her. He didn’t know where she lived – did she have a house or did she sleep under the stars? He had never even asked her name. What would it be? If she is from far away, it surely was exotic.

He keeps tossing and turning that night, the picture of her smiling face filling his mind, even more so when he closes his eye, as if he can see even clearer when the world isn’t distracting him. He tries to sleep but he swears he hears her laugh, still as clear and comforting as it had been when he heard it the first time. A sound so sweet it could lull him to sleep, if only there wasn’t the gaping emptiness next to him, reminding him of your absence, of the fact you’re all alone out there. If something happened to you tonight, would he ever find out? He could not bear the thought of it.

His night stays restless. He falls asleep again and again, dreaming vividly about the way your cheeks rounded when you smiled at him, about the freckles on your nose, the small dimples that appeared under your cheeks when you smiled and over your lips when you pursed your lips in dismay at another thing he said.

It was improper, he knew that much. For a prince, the heir to the throne, to be so enchanted by a forest dweller. Nevertheless, his heart skipped a beat every time he had laid his eyes on her. His mind went back to think about all your interactions at every chance it got, even in the midst of important meetings. He was a devoted and proper man; he knew better and yet, something about her felt so fundamentally right that a future without her seemed wrong.

When the first rays of sunshine broke though his windows he had made his decision. He would go to see her again and this time, he would not leave her behind. He could not. He will find her and bring her – well, where? Somewhere, anywhere he knows she is safe, where he knows he can find her whenever he wants to see her. He will figure it all out, he will find a way to make this work.

His feet soon carry him through the castle, unaware of where he is going until he finds himself in front of two wooden doors. The kings, his brothers, chambers.

Currently editing the next part, that one will be 18+! Second series about Aemond x reader coming soon as well (currently proof reading chapter one)!

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shadowandlightt · 3 months

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Of Nightmares and Memories /five/ Azriel X reader

Series Warnings: Kidnapping. Mistreatment. Cursing. Pining. Violence. Depression. Talks of suicide. Eventual smut

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

They came not an hour later. You hid in your rooms like the coward you accused Tamlin of being. They didn’t put up a fight as Amerantha’s men, Rhys included, hauled them off towards the mountain. It left you in a state of dismay. Because with Tamlin gone, and the Faebane slowly leaving your system, there was no reason for you to stay here in Spring. You could easily run back to the night court and hide in one of the cabins your family owned. You could easily hide in the mountains and pray that one day Amerantha would meet her match.

Only you couldn’t bring yourself to leave. One day you tried, only to turn and vomit in the rose bushes. You then turned around and went back to your rooms and crawled under your covers. You stayed there and didn’t move for the rest of the day.

On the third day, Feyre showed back up. Much to your surprise, claiming to love Tamlin and willing to go under the mountain to save him. You rolled your eyes, but knew that love well. Because you would have given your wings if it meant seeing Az again.

“She’ll kill you,” You say from your spot at the kitchen doors, “The second she realizes you’re there, she’ll kill you. But she’ll draw it out, make it slow and painful.”

“Not helping,” Alis hissed at you.

“Who are you?” Feyre whips to face you.

You only smirk, “A friend. That’s all you need to know. Rhys might be your only hope.”

“Rhysand is a brute.”

“Perhaps,” You shrug, “But he wants out from under Amerantha as much as the next, only he has the power to make it happen.”

“What are you saying?” She questions.

“If he comes to you with a bargain, take it,” You tell her, “It could just save your life. Play his games, it might just save you from hers.”

“Don’t be a fool,” Alis said, “Don’t make any bargains.”

“Fine then, die and damn us all.”

“Why are you trying to help me?” Feyre asks.

“Because, dear human, I want to go home,” you said almost wistfully, “And I can’t as long as that bitch is in power.”

“Where is home for you?”

“The Night Court. But I’ve been held here for hundreds of years.”

“How old are you?” Her voice shook as she asked.

You only laughed and shook your head, “My age is of no concern to you. I’m not even sure I know it anymore anyway.”

Alis sighs from behind Feyre and gathers some supplies. you watch her carefully, wondering if she’s eager to send the poor human to her death, or if she hates the idea as much as you do. But you can only hope that Rhys will help her in any way that he can. You can only hope that he wants out as much as you think he does.

“If you ever feel alone, look towards the shadows,” You explain, “I’m not promising I’ll be there. But if I feel I can risk it-”

“Now that would be foolish,” Alis adds.

“Thank you, Alis,” I hiss back, “You should go, now. Mother knows what that Bitch has done to your precious Tamlin.”

The idea of him getting his happy ending made you sick again. The idea of him being able to be happy when he’s caused so much suffering….you almost couldn’t handle it. But if this meant Rhys and the other members of the Night Court could be free then you had to allow it to happen. You had to try to aid the young girl in any way that you could.

“Stick to the shadows,” You tell her, “You won’t get far once you enter, but always listen. And keep your wits about you.”

“Thank you,” She said in earnest.

You watched from the broken front door as Alis led her away. You weren’t sure you’d ever see the human again, but you weren’t sad to see her go. It felt like leading a lamb to the slaughter, but it had to be done. There wasn’t another choice. Not if you wanted to survive, not if you wanted everyone to be free again.

Each day you flung your powers out further and further, urging your shadows just a little further. They whispered back to you, telling you of what was happening under the mountain. How Feyre was dying, sick with fever and how Rhys came forth with a bargain. She headed your advice and took the bargain, marking her with a tattoo and a bond with Rhys.

Each day you tried to find a way to contact your brother, but you knew you couldn’t risk it. There was no way you could reach his mind from so far away, not with the lingering effects of years of Faebane still in your system.

You prayed that maybe Feyre would tell him about you and he would figure it out for himself and come for you once all of this was over. You prayed and prayed. There was nothing but silence. No news came. Your shadows were skittish, growing restless waiting for Amerantha to do something.

You lost weight from not eating. The lack of food would kill you eventually, and maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad thing. If Valaris parished and there was nothing left of the people you called family- no one left but Rhys who thought you were dead anyway…would death be so bad? It could all be over finally, and maybe the Mother would be so kind as to bring you back to Az in the next life.

Three months. A mere blip in your young life, but feeling like a lifetime nonetheless. It took three long months before you saw three figures coming up the road. They were moving fast, all three of them. Feyre, it seemed, was no longer human. Your shadows neglected to tell you that when they said she’d survived and Amerantha did not.

You made your way downstairs, towards the door which you’d managed to somewhat fix. None of them looked worse for wear, but you knew whatever Feyre had been through would stay with her for a long time. And Tamlin had the ornate ability to simply sweep things under the rug and forget about them. He would do the same with her.

She looked High Fae, smelled like it too. With traces of my brother. So small, almost undetectable, but there. Shimmering like the bond you knew they had. You wondered when he would call in his bargain, when he would take her away from this place and show her the splendor of the Night Court, the beauty of it.

“You’re still here,” Tamlin stopped, a scowl forming, “I set you free.”

“You set me free, perhaps, but I would have died before I made it back to my own Court. Safer to stay here until I could contact my brother.”

“That won’t be happening,” Tamlin said slyly, “Feyre, darling, why don’t you go inside with Lucien. I’ll be inside in a moment.”

Your eyes narrowed as she did as she was told. Lucien spared you a glance, pity swirling in his eye. It made a pit form in your stomach. You wouldn’t be leaving the Spring Court, you realized. You would be forced to stay here until the day you died, or until Tamlin finally decided to kill you.

Maybe you would make it your mission to push him as far as you could so he would kill you. Maybe then you could finally know peace, and not whatever it was that you knew now.

“I thought I was going to free you,” Tamlin took a step towards you, “But then your brother made that Bargain with Feyre, and made me look like a fool under the mountain.”

“So once again, I’m to become your bargaining chip?” I question, “What? Me for Feyre?”

“Perhaps.”

“I could mist you,” You hiss.

“Ah, but you can’t,” Tamlin laughs, “Because even after all this time, the Faebane is still in your system. You can’t even winnow, because if you could, you would’ve left by now.”

He surges forward and grips your cheeks in his hand. You yelp in pain before going completely still. You won’t let him have the satisfaction of seeing you in pain, or anything. He doesn’t deserve the satisfaction of it.

“You, little one, are going to be here for a very long time,” He squeezed your face harder, “And I’m going to enjoy finally breaking you.”

Little did he know, you were already broken.

“Go to hell,” You spit out.

“I was already there,” He smirked, “It didn’t take.”

“He’ll kill you once he finds out,” You force out, “And I’ll watch and laugh.”

“I’m counting on him trying.”

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hjellacott · 6 months

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Bit worried about Ashlyn Harris actually

Aside from all the drama that's been going on lately, I've got to confess that for the past few months (or years?) I've been wondering what the hell is up with this woman.

I was such a huge fan back when she was just this Satellite Beach goalkeeper with a humble head and the love for skate-boarding and surfing and you know, family & friends first and her work with To Write Love on Her Arms. And I get people change and that none of us ever really knew her, but I've seen I'm not the only one who can't believe what she's turned into. Like, can we recognise her any more? Or was the completely playing out to be an entirely different person ten years ago?

I think it started when she came out with Ali and suddenly she was like, this attention-seeking, uncomfortably loud (as in literally screaming) person with the weird, rather cringey fashion, only talking about gay things and nothing else, behaving like the complete soccer start that to be entirely fair she wasn't... Even on her wedding video I couldn't believe that Ashlyn was the same Ashlyn of 2011, 2012, 2013... It's not even that many years to change so much, let alone in your thirties. It's like there were no remnants of the surfer, the skate-boarder, the humble butch from a small town who valued the little things... Like she was adamant on transforming into this massively public, loud, "fashionable (?)" celebrity. Even when giving interviews she was expressing herself like she had no intellect any more, you know like male footballers speak, like it's all looks and no brain, no sign of the person who got a uni degree and who gave an amazing mental health talk with TWLOHA years back.

And then when they were celebrating the WC, I was thinking, since when is she this loud and arrogant? Since when is she so attention-seeking? When did she turn into this whole other person who makes such a huge effort to ignore her lack of National Team performances and pretend like she deserved her world cup as much as Ali or Pinoe? I get subs deserve the medal and all too, I mean, they made it so far and if they weren't there training with the rest, the rest wouldn't be as good. You're only as good as the worst of you, after all. But none of the others was bragging so loudly and calling themselves x2 champions so much without having played a minute of those games, were they? Even Alyssa Naeher doesn't have world cup champion in her profiles, nor does AD Franch, nor PINOE, but you know who does? Hope Solo. And you don't want to have THAT personality. I feel like when you're confident on your victories, you don't need to brag, everyone knows who you are, your work speaks for itself.

What worries me about AH (sit down here comes my Psychology Grad analysis) is that in the past few years she's been more and more behaving like someone with no self-esteem, who's desperately afraid of being forgotten and needing to shout left and right look at me! i'm a champion! I'm a soccer star! And then she stopped getting called up for the USWNT, got stuck in the Pride (and I love them but bunch of losers tbh), and all she had left was Ali. And then Ali's doing better than she is. And then Ashlyn gets these horrible injuries and that's story of her life (injuries effed her up from day 1 and seriously impacted her career) and she's forced into an abrupt retirement with no glory.

And then emerges this Ashlyn who only cares about rubbing elbows with celebs, who believes herself to be some fashion mogul (that's all she's got left) and who is deeply satisfied with how her life turned out to be and how she's ended up being nothing but a footnote in the history of American women's soccer, specially compared to her wife. We know they've had issues for a while, that has been hinted at before, and I can only imagine there must've been a growing resentment/bitterness towards Ali because she gets everything Ashlyn won't in terms of soccer. In fact it seems to me (and maybe it's just me), that she seems to be ferociously resentful to soccer in general, like, suddenly she wants nothing to do with it and wants to pretend like soccer is not a big deal. How many times as she stated quite firmly that she's now happiest she's ever been and acted almost as if soccer was actually holding her back? as if her soccer career is nothing compared with what she has now, when we know it isn't true, because she still feels the need to remind us she's a twice world cup champion all the time?

So from a psychology point of view I think she's very bitter, very hurt, very pissed off, very resentful, that she hasn't processed her forced retirement and her not so good soccer career in a healthy way, and so she has to pretend like she's super happy and better than she was before so as not to look like the failure she feels she is. She has to use social media all the time and brag about the celebrities she's meeting, the trips she's going in... She's got nothing else but to pretend she's still as successful as all her friends she has to constantly see in social media showing off with the accomplishments she wishes she had. It's the classic game of getting depressed comparing yourself to others so you take to social media to constantly pretend you're as good as them or better, we all do it. And she's gone, in my humble opinion, off the rails, she's unrecognaisable, and if she has really had an affair and hurt Ali this big, as rumours have it, then that only strengthens my opinion. Like, I wouldn't be surprised if she's abusing substances again, if she's in some spiral downhill as it looks like. And what's Ali going to do? She can't focus on looking after her, she's got work, she's got two small kids, at this age Ashlyn needs to see she needs help and seek it on her own, not expect Ali to mother her.

That's part of why I really don't like people going on and insulting her left and right, because we really don't know what's going on, but to me it seems like when someone's not well, when someone's spiralling, they start to really go off and the first people to get hurt are those closest to her. And we must remember she is a human being, even if she makes mistakes, even if she does bad things (IF she has), and she doesn't deserve billions of people judging her and making her life miserable. And none of us would like it in our consciences if she actually is struggling with her mental health and gets worse because of generalised mass bullying. She's still Sloane and Ocean's mother, and they probably love her very much, and Ali's probably struggling a lot, so we need to remember supporting one person does not have to mean stooping so low as to have to become horrible bullies. Let's stay human, y'all.

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muzaktomyears · 2 months

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When we met the Beatles they were undressed and dripping with sweat

That day the Beatles were playing, all kitted out in black ties, white shirts and black trousers. It was so hot and crowded in the Cavern that, as usual, sweat was dripping off the ceiling, but we didn’t mind. The Beatles’ rhythm and harmonies were so tight and focused that we couldn’t stop dancing. They played covers of Barrett Strong originals, like Some Other Guy and Money. They did a raucous version of Twist and Shout, and wild rock’n’roll songs like Chuck Berry’s Roll over Beethoven and Little Richard’s saucy Long Tall Sally. More than ever, we wanted to be up on stage like them, playing our guitars and making the crowd rock.

After the set Wooler [Bob Wooler, the Cavern’s compere and DJ] said, “Come on, I’ll take you to meet the lads.” It was so exciting. He grabbed us and we threaded through the audience backstage where George Harrison was standing in the corridor talking to a very good-looking blonde girl. He was wearing a fantastic black leather coat, and later walked out of the Cavern with her, already like a rock star.

In the dressing room John Lennon and Paul McCartney were in their undies, getting changed. They were drying themselves with towels because they had just come off stage and were dripping with sweat. They were very handsome. Apart from our brothers, we’d never seen men in underpants before, so us four teenage girls just stood there staring at them. They were very down to earth, and Paul was particularly kind.

“Hiya girls, y’all right?” he said, while John sat there looking at us in a way that was direct and penetrating.

Bob Wooler told them, “This is the Liverbirds, they’re gonna be the first all-girl group.”

“What a great idea,” said Paul, but Lennon was sarcastic. “Girls don’t play guitars,” he said.

After we left the dressing room we huffed, “The cheek of it! We’re going to prove him wrong.” Years later we found out more about Lennon, that although he often made sardonic comments he was also sensitive and intelligent, an artist who regretted his disdainful treatment of women in his early career. “We can’t have a revolution that doesn’t involve and liberate women. It’s so subtle the way you’re taught male superiority,” he said in 1971, in an interview with Tariq Ali and Robin Blackburn for the underground paper Red Mole. It’s clear his feelings about women evolved, but we also wonder if what he said that day in the Cavern dressing room was meant to test us, provoke us into making a success of the band. If so, it certainly worked.

from The Liverbirds: Our Life in Britain’s First Female Rock’n’roll Band by Mary McGlory and Sylvia Saunders (source)

#thanks for that image! :)#the beatles #the liverbirds #paul mccartney #john lennon #(this took place in '63 so i'm not sure why the article has a '62 image but oh well i like it so i kept it)

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ewanmitchelll · 28 days

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Imagine Arctic Monkeys’s songs: Do I Wanna Know?

Imagine you are seduced by Aemond Targaryen.

Warnings: fluffy, light reading—explicit smut.

Warnings 2: alternative universe where the Greens won uncontestedly the war.

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Have you got colour in your cheeks? Do you ever get that fear that you can't shift the type that sticks around like something in your teeth?

Aemond finds difficulty to settle after years waging war. There is peace after a decade fighting his sister and her partisans. They are all nothing but names now, recorded in the maesters books.

To placate his restless energy, the prince has, in many ways, followed in his bitter enemy’s footsteps—getting himself lands in the Free Cities, he found himself a new life style as well as a new wife.

But because he’s now the Hand of the King, in opposite to Daeron’s career in Citadel, his life style was left behind. For now.

You, however, settled easily with this new routine. Harrenhal is your home and this is the household you must fill your wifely duties. Initially, you found a rival for your husband’s affection—his former mistress, a woman named Alys Rivers, did not let easily go the path to Aemond’a heart—which complicated your smooth transition from the life of a free damsel who loved the seas to a noblewoman, wife of a bad reputed prince.

Despite the initial scandal such a match evoked, you and Aemond overcame the early disapprovals until the dowager queen accepted you as her daughter-in-law in a relationship that grew fondly in due time.

As you spend the afternoon reading a love story between a knight and his damsel in distress, which in some shades reminds yours, you are found missing your husband dearly.

Aemond has been gone to Free Cities to knock a local rebellion and negotiate peace terms with the involved, applying the law, before going back. And he misses you too.

When he lands with Vhagar, he hurries to you—although the prince needs to clean himself first. Only then he comes at you.

Aemond finds you busy with your lecture at their bedchambers, so concentrated that you don’t spot him, leaning against the wall, watching you with a side smirk on his lips.

Are there some aces up your sleeve? Have you no idea that you're in deep? I've dreamt about you nearly every night this week…

His good eye is set on you like a hunter when it’s about to get its prey. Your y/c hair is loose behind your back, your eyes are focused in the lines you read but he wonders what is the theme that makes you furrow your eyebrows. Your lips are partially open and Aemond easily sees his own clashing against yours in a long fervent kiss. But the man is patient.

The gown you dress is the first he gifted you, in the days of your courtship. Aemond is pleased to see you still keep it in your wardrobe. The gown shows some cleavage and shoulders, reinforcing your firm full breasts.

When staring at your heavy breathing, his own chest goes slowly up and down. His eyes devour your skin through the clothing, still keeping in his thought the moment your nipples go hard under his eager tongue.

When remembering how much you enjoy it, how you always sang louder the moment he took his time to suck each breast, a heat troubles his inner balance. His manhood gets lightly unbearable.

It’s time to move.

How many secrets can you keep? 'Cause there's this tune I've found that makes me think of you somehow and I play it on repeat until I fall asleep, spilling drinks on my settee…

Aemond recollects the first time he saw you. Finding a way to survive in Essos, your brother had plans to send you to serve Rh’llor whilst you considered piracy. You’ve always loved the sea, and there you’d content yourself when your path crossed his.

You knew nothing of his past, and yet you took him in. When love flourished, it took not much time.

Moved by this agony of spending too much of his time away from you, he wants you again. Using shadows on his favor, he is about to surprise you.

Aemond kneels behind you. Still focused in the reading, you do not notice he’s behind your chair. The prince is lightly amused at how this novel has stolen you from him.

“My lady, I am no poet, no bard, no man versed in the court of love, but I’d think by now you were missing me.”

Quickly, you stand, turning at him with joy. It’s been five years since he espoused you and the same joy is there whenever he comes back to your arms.

“I missed you, my husband! How could it not be? Oh Aemond, it’s been so long!”

He experiments that peaceful bliss he never thought he’d feel the moment his lips are welcomed by yours. It starts as a slow, passionate kiss, only then to be parted by you.

“I should have prepared our chambers to receive you better”, you say, ready to fetch a servant when he pulls you right in front of him.

“Why, I wanted to surprise my lady”, he smirks, resting his chin over your shoulder as his hands begin to pace around your waist. “You still have the gown I gifted you during our courtship.”

“Yes, I do”, you blush lightly, not expecting him to notice it.

“Looking gorgeous as always”, he whispers hotly in your ear, giving you goosebumps.

“Aemond…”, you smirk, wondering what’s to come. “I have some news to tell you.”

“Then tell me”, so he says as his tongue begins to draw lines from your earlobe to your jawline and neck, tightening the grip of your waist.

You try to focus, but when he gets to your neck, your leg automatically begin to rub in another and you giggle softly.

“Y-Your brother…”, you almost forget how to breathe the moment he rests a hand over your belly, moving up to your breast.

“Yes?”, he bites your neck softly, missing to feel your firm breast over his hand, but not taking it long now… not yet. “You were saying?”

You try to release yourself off his grip, about to get on fire, but Aemond is very domineering today. The hand on your back is now over your neck, holding it possessively. The way you like it.

“He is throwing a feast and a tournament…”, you get speechless the moment his lips are back at your neck and his right hand starts to lift the skirts of your gown.

“And…”, he smirks, encouraging you to speak as he defies you not to succumb easily into his teasings.

“And… Aemond!”, you hiss impatiently when feeling his hand on your thigh.

Aemond takes a seat and makes you sit on his lap. There is a fire that is about to burn you…and you want to get burnt. But you know it’ll be on his terms.

“Tell me, or I will stop.”

He smirks devilishly as you pout.

Do I wanna know if this feeling flows both ways (Sad to see you go) Sort of hoping that you'd stay. (Baby we both know) That the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can't say tomorrow day…

“The tournament is on…” you barely speak as he begins to tease you through your undergarments. Using his thumb to draw circles over it, you whimper, partially impatient.

“On?”

He pauses, amused as you frown at him.

“Either you tell me or I’ll stop, my dear. The punishment for ignoring me…” Aemond chuckles as you pout again.

“…on the next week”, and he resumes the touching, working his hands within you. “He wants to…. Oh, Aemond!… to celebrate his tenth year he is on the I-I-Iron Throne!”

Aemond chuckles to himself as you try to keep your composure the moment two fingers are inserted in your womanhood. He feels how soaked you are, enjoying the sounds you make as he stimulates you.

“Mm. What else?”, he asks in your ear, using his free hand to unlace your gown, aroused by your reactions.

“He wants you…”, and here you let out a poorly muffled cry the moment he increases his pace. “…to take part of the feast and… and be his champion! Oh bloody seven hells!”

As you throw your head back, the gown, now loose, begins to fall. Aemond stares at your denuded chest, biting his own bottom lip as your nipples are hardened under his lustful gaze.

“His champion?”, he helps you to straighten on his knee, despite the trouble to ignore the aching in his manhood.

“On the tournament!”, you moan indecently loud the moment he cups one boob with his free hand.

Aemond smirks at you. Oh how he loves these games he plays with you. He is a victor each time.

“Hmm. I shall consider the invitation”, he leaves more bruises in your skin, before whispering unspeakable things to your ear that makes you hot enough to burst into his hand.

And when he licks each finger before you, you almost go insane.

“Aemond!”, you turn at him, finally free of his grasp. You remove the gown off your body, rubbing yourself to his manhood as you settle your hips properly over his, hands eagerly removing his own clothing.

“Oh I haven’t finished with you yet, woman”, he groans as he lifts you and pulls you gently against the window. As you remain on your back to him, he kisses your neck and down to your back, before fingering you again.

“Lords, Aemond!”

And to your delightful surprise, his lips soon take place where his fingers have been. Now you settle the reins and gladly ride his face.

Crawling back to you… Ever thought of calling when you've had a few? 'Cause I always do. Maybe I'm too busy being yours to fall for somebody new. Now I've thought it through, crawling back to you…

But once again in bed he has you under his command again. Crawling over your body, he prepares to set his pace.

“I’ve been burning too long alone to let these flames go unescaped”, he whispers, touching himself right before you, until he leaves it to tease your entrance.

Aemond likes seeing you subduing to him. Even more when fire is indeed burning in such a level that makes you bed. And nothing arouses him more than seeing a prideful lady be turned into a beggar in… bed.

This is how he spreads your legs gently and, leaning his body to be closer to yours, the prince slowly thrusts in you.

“Have I been punished enough?”, you moan sensually, legs wrapped around his waist.

“Perhaps”, he smiles at you.

Only when your gazes meet, he softens.

“I’ve missed you”, and his lust is replaced by the genuine affection that has mirrored in your eyes. “A lot.”

“As have I”, you admit in short breath. “Very much, my rogue prince.”

Aemond smiles down at you, kissing your lips as your body and his finally move as one.

Simmer down and pucker up. I'm sorry to interrupt. It's just I'm constantly on the cusp of trying to kiss you. I don't know if you feel the same as I do but we could be together… If you wanted to.

Later, you feel his wide eyed gaze at you. With no patch to cover his bad eye, he is the way you like him to: himself, nude and crude.

“I am pleased to find your heart shut for me alone”, you muse after a moment spent in warming silence.

“How so?”

He turns at you, on his elbow. Aemond strokes your face gently, doing the same then to your hair.

“Are you still daunted by these insecurities?”

“At times I am. I fear to lose your affection”, you admit. “But this only happens when I’m sensitive.”

“You do not need to excuse yourself for me when I’m open like this before you, wife”, he presses a kiss over your forehead. “I admit I have my own demons to haunt. There are nights I wish I had not… survived.”

“How so, my love,”, you turn at him and he sees fear in your eyes.

“I wish I had not been the cause why such a war disrupted. There is no good in dwelling in the past, but if I must be open with my lady, then my remorse must be shared with you. This is what pains me in times where restlessness knocks me out. Not an old mistress.”

“I’m sorry for this”, you feel ashamed for the confession, but Aemond looks in peace with it.

“Don’t be. We are husband and wife, love. We are in this together. I love you and it’s your love that helps me with going through difficult times.”

That being said, he kisses your lips. Every doubt dies permanently at his passionate kiss.

#ewan mitchell #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #aemond targaryen x female reader #aemond targaryen x y/n #house targaryen #aemond targaryen smut #Arctic monkeys #do I wanna know?

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pelipper · 10 months

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All I wanted was to share my crops with you. 😭

#aly plays a wonderful life #story of seasons #sos awl #bokumono #bokujou monogatari #matthew is so tsundere...

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sleeplessdreamer123 · 1 year

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Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, modern, divorce AU)

Their marriage was not out of love, but as a last ditch attempt to mend the bonds of the two families. They both accepted the duty, and both took their vows, but while Lucerys held hope that both he and Aemond would be able to see each other eye to eye (no pun intended), Aemond completely rejected him and the olive leaf he tried to offer, burying himself in work, refusing to come home, going so far as to sleep in his office just to avoid him.

It was like this for the first few months, until they both arrived at a party hosted by Aegon, were they both got drunk and spent the night wrapped in each others' arms. It was an awkward morning, to say the least, but they were at least able to talk, and they were able to reach an understanding. Both of them tried their best to be a good partner, with Aemond coming home for dinner, and Lucerys not pushing certain boundaries. They were cordial, then friendly, then, well, they were sweet to each other, the kind of sweet where even the family members commented, asking if they actually fell in love, with both denying it.

When Lucerys got pregnant, he seemed pretty hesitant and scared, remembering what his mother described birthing was like, how it killed her mother, his grandmother, when Rhaenyra was still young. It was Aemond that promised he would be there all the way, that he couldn't wait to meet their children, and Lucerys, who started to catch feelings for his husband, trusted those words completely.

And then Visery died. And their peaceful little family began to crack.

First it was Alicent, who began to question of the baby was even Aemond's. It has caused stress for Lucerys, dealing with implications of infidelity and bastardy, two things he was forced to deal with all his life. It gave him a panic attack when he could feel Aemond going back to how he used to, leaving for work early, not coming home for days. Then came allegations. Aemond has gone to a fancy restaurant with one of Boros Baratheon's girls, and has been taking her out on multiple occasions. Then pictures, of Aemond placing his hand on her waist, of both of them entering a hotel together, of them leaving restaurants with hands holding each other close. It wasn't just the Baratheon girl either. There were others, from the Lannister omega, to even his not-aunt, Alys.

It broke his heart, and with his pregnancy hormones, he spiralled into depression, refusing to eat, forcing himself to watch the news where it would show either his husband's affair or the fight between the family. He was tired, he was so, so tired of that. Of his genuine emotions getting trampled, of himself being pulled and played with like a little marionette. He wondered if Aemond ever did mean anything he said, or if he only said it so he would stop bothering him. If that were the case, he shouldn't have said anything at all. He shouldn't have treated him with kindness, shouldn't have shown him the sweet, soft part of him that Lucerys had gotten used to. No, he should have just remained cruel. It would have hurt less, so much less if he remained as distant as he had. Now that he was given the taste of how good of a man, how good of a partner Aemond could be, he was turned into a wreck when he couldn't have it anymore.

It was when Aemond stood by with his brother, Aegon II, when they named him CEO, betraying Lucerys' family and stabbing Lucerys in the back for the last time, did it broke him utterly.

He called for a lawyer, and asked for divorce papers. He asked for nothing, he just wanted to return home to Driftmark and to never be bothered again, for him to have the babies in a safe environment without the toxicity that is Aemond and the rest of his family spreading to his children. He packed what he could, called his brothers, and left what once was his home for years, the keys and the signed divorce papers on the table.

They left to Driftmark, where Lucerys was greeted with open arms by his grandparents, Corlys and Rhaenys (well, open arms from Corlys, a gentle smile from Rhaenys). Lucerys would spend his days on the beach of his home, taking in the familiar salt water scent, feeling the sand beneath his hands and the sea between his toes. It was one of the more healing aspects, away from the family drama.

Then Daemon came, and with him, another Alpha by the name of Dalton Greyjoy. He had a lot of omegas and women as saltwives and salthusbands, but he said he would be willing to let them go if he were allowed to take Lucerys as a rock husband. Lucerys felt like he would rather not marry anyone, the scar on his first marriage ran deep. Dalton allowed him to take his time, and the both of them eventually got closer.

Lucerys knows he's wrong to do so, but he can't help but compare. While Aemond is cool and aloof, Dalton's expressions were never contained. While Aemond had a hard time communicating what he wants, Dalton was blunt, saying exactly what he thought at the time he thought it. While Aemond was a cold, untouchable beauty, Dalton was a roguish man. It was a change Lucerys is hesitant to experience himself, yet little by little, he began to relax around Dalton, even asking him to enter the room with him when he delivered the twins, one with his coloring, the other with Aemond's. Though not ready to date, Lucerys found a friend in Dalton, and Dalton, again, accepted, saying whether or not Lucerys wish to take their relationship a step further is up to him.

It was one of his younger brothers that decided to post the picture of the twins in social media, and soon, calls from that side of the family came, demanding to see the twins in person. Aemond in particular was quite forceful in his message, but Lucerys couldn't hear his voice without having a panic attack, so he chose to ignore those calls. Lucerys just wants peace, however it was hard to have it with lawyers and the father of his children blowing up his phone, saying they would go to court if they have to.

Lucerys eventually caved, despite his family saying he didn't have to, he still wanted his children to know their biological father, so they set up a meeting, and he asked for Dalton to be there for support. When Aemond saw them together, he went cold. They spoke, and again, Aemond didn't ask for Lucerys, just the children, and though he knew it would happen like that, it still broke Lucerys' heart to be facing the cold unfeeling businessman rather than his old sweet husband.

They agreed to co-parent, with both of them agreeing that if either would date again, they would not introduce their children to their partners unless the other approved. Aemond looked odd at the mention of dating again, but Lucerys forced himself to erase any thought of Aemond still wanting him out of his mind. He has shown that he didn't want him, why would now be any different?

Baelon and Aemon were too young to stay in a different home from Lucerys, so Aemond suggested he moved back to their old home. Lucerys vehemently rejected the idea, but after Aemond assured him that Aemond wouldn't enter the house until it was his turn, in which, Lucerys can leave for somewhere else, or stay in a different room until Aemond leaves again.

It was an odd arrangement, Lucerys could imagine they were still married, that their family was still whole, but he refused to. Being that house reminded him of both good and bad, but the bad far outweighed the good. He could still remember when he cried his heart out in the tub, wondering what was wrong with himself for his husband to beteay him so. It was those memories that kept wishes of reunion safely tucked away in his heart. For now, he would stay for his children, once they were ready, they would go to Driftmark and his boys would travel back and forth from the two of them, and they would never need to interact again except for them.

That was Lucerys' plan. Too bad it clashes with Aemond's. His plan is so much different. It was the reason why he never signed the damn divorce papers Lucerys signed months ago.

#lucemond #aemond x lucerys #lucerys velaryon #aemond targaryen #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #alpha aemond #omega lucerys #divorce aemond and lucerys #they live in the same house for the babies #at least that's what Lucerys thinks

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lazykurocat · 1 month

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my ex friend's dad keeps proving time and time again that he gives zero shits about Palestine nor Gaza, he only cares about how the Green party sees him, he claims to be an LGBT Ally yet defends and supports Shahrar Ali, an extremely highly antisemitic and transphobic man... He keeps spreading so much hatred, calling Israel Nazis and Terrorists and pretty much sticking up for Hamas... who would again, fucking kill me if they got the chance! I'm too scared to go back to playing dnd at the game shop I used to play at thanks to this man, who is a bully and a bigot, I'm scared for the young queer kids and neurodivergent kids he dms for at said shop... I lost two friends over this Pro Palestine bullshit because of my support for Israel I tried time and time again to point out that calling for the end of Israel is calling for the end of all the Jews and Queer people who live there... they refused to listen to me. one of the two friends I lost being the daughter of the dad I'm talking about (she claims to be an ally... no you're fucking not you are as bad as your fucking father) the other being a 14 year old who is both Autistic and Non-binary with a tough home life due to their mothers inability to accept them... said ex friend went on a highly pro-Palestine (but obviously not pro Palestinian people) tirade on Tumblr to the point I had to just stop being friends with them as they didn't listen to me and it was bad for my mental wellbeing... I just don't understand it all, I often wonder if maybe they were brainwashed by the dad... or maybe my their own mother? or just the internet in general?? I just feel sad... it's been a while since I stopped talking to them... and at times I miss them, but if I'm honest I can't stand being friends with Queers for Palestine... as I keep saying guys... Palestine is not safe for queers and we would be killed there. Free Palestine and Gaza from Hamas! and if you see this my dude I am fairly certain that one post you made on facebook was about me lol, fuck you!

#i stand with israel #fuck hamas #free palestine from hamas #pro israel #antisemitism #free gaza from hamas #i am ashamed of my fellow goyim #queers for Palestine is like chickens for KFC #free palestine

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flowerandblood · 1 year

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My Best Friend (15)

[modern! club owner • Aemond x fem!reader]

[warnings: kissing, fluff, swearing]

[description: Aemond has his own club and often does business at the home of one of his business associates. There he often meets his younger sister, with whom he develops a deeper relationship through shared secrets. This is slow burn love story.]

* English is not my first language. Please, do not repost. Enjoy! *

Previous and next chapters: Masterlist

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Aemond had never felt so calm in his life. He laid on his side, exhausted from their intense closeness, his cheek buried between her breasts, their bodies entwined. They were breathing steadily. Y/N was stroking his hair in a slow, wonderful motion, playing with the strands once in a while, which sent a pleasant shiver through him. Once in a while, she pressed her lips to the top of his head, inhaling his scent. He was still inside her, though he had been completely soft for a long time, drawing her warmth with every bit of his body. He prayed that Klaus wouldn't come back yet, so he could lie with her like that for a while longer.

He remembered that his father was throwing a company banquet to celebrate his company's 30th anniversary in a few days. Aemond always attended such occasions with diffirent women — Kate, Alys, Beth, and others whose names he couldn't even remember now — to make it clear that he had nothing in common with them other than the bed.

This time, however, he fought with himself in his mind. He knew his siblings would be there, as well as his half-sister Rhaenyra with her husband and children. The thought of having to look at Luke again made him want to puke. He thought that maybe if he took her with him, it would be easier for him to bear it all. She was good at distracting him and relaxing his tension.

"What are you thinking about?" Her warm voice snapped him out of his thoughts. She looked at him curiously, stroking his hair, seeing that he had drifted away in his thoughts. He looked at her for a moment. He opened his mouth and closed it. Y/N could see him struggling to say something, but decided not to rush him.

"My father is having a banquet in a few days to celebrate the anniversary of his company." He started in an uncertain voice, pressing his lips together. "Do you want to accompany me?"

Y/N's cheeks turned red. She didn't know how to react. She hadn't expected him to want to appear with her anywhere in public, maybe outside of his club. She swallowed.

"Is it good idea? What would I say to your parents when they ask me… what do we have in common?” She asked softly, playing with his hair, feeling a squeeze at the thought that they would think of her as his next girl for "one shot”. Even though she knew he didn't think that about her, putting her in that position would be unbearable.

Aemond didn't answer for a moment. He thought.

"Well. You are my girl. And my friend. Add that together and you have your answer."

Her eyes widened in shock. She pursed her lips, trying not to smile. She swallowed loudly. Aemond looked at her with amusement.

"So. Will you come with me?”

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Aemond and Y/N arranged for him to pick her up 40 minutes early on the day of the party, so they could get there in time during rush hour. Aemond was punctual as always - he hated being late and he hated waiting for someone. He sincerely hoped that Y/N was ready and wouldn't strain his patience.

He knocked on the door of their house, Klaus opened it. They shook hands. Ever since Aemond invited Y/N to the banquet, their relationship has returned to complete normal. Only then did Klaus truly believe him that he didn't think of his sister as a one-off.

"I'm coming!" They heard a voice from upstairs. Y/N ran down the stairs. She was wearing a beautiful, sparkling gold dress with a V-neck and short, free-hanging sleeves. Both Aemond and Klaus noted how short it was. It didn't even reach the middle of her thighs.

"You'll have to be careful how you bend over." Her brother laughed loudly, but she was not offended, on the contrary, she laughed herself and stood proudly.

"Now let me show you something." She said, stretching out her long leg in front of her. Only now, when she separated her thighs from each other, you could see that it was not a dress, but a jumpsuit. "See? No chance of any humiliation."

"How smart!" Klaus called out, grabbing at the fabric of her dress to see if it was actually shorts. Aemond looked at them amused. He had to admit that Y/N always thought several steps ahead, and he liked her forethought. Thanks to this, he will be able to enjoy her appearance all evening, without worrying about whether he has to cover her.

"Shall we go?" He asked calmly, looking at her warmly. She smiled happily at him, clutching her handy purse.

"Yes."

***

They arrived on time, the place was already full of guests. The whole event looked official and elegant. Y/N felt a bit uneasy, but she had been to various business parties accompanying Klaus, so it was not entirely new to her. Suddenly, something caught Aemond's attention. He glanced at Y/N.

"Come. You will meet my parents." Y/N swallowed hard at the thought, terrified, but it was too late to back out. She thought maybe they wouldn't ask who she was and what they had in common and it wouldn't be awkward at all. She remembered what Aemond had said to her then, but she didn't know if she'd get over it.

They approached four people. Y/N immediately recognized his siblings, Aegon and Helaena, having seen them before in photos in his apartment. Next to them stood a 60-year-old man with a thin stubble and short white hair. He had warm, bright eyes and a pleasant, happy face. A beautiful woman was standing next to him. Her long dark hair was tied up in an exquisite bun, and she was wearing a long emerald dress. She was much younger than the man she was standing next to.

"Ah, Aemond!" She said contentedly, her gaze expressing warmth, longing, and concern. She hugged him lightly and he returned the gesture.

"Good evening, mother. Father." He nodded at the older man. "I want to introduce you to someone." He said calmly, looking at Y/N. She felt herself blush, but tried not to show her nervousness. She smiled warmly, as she always did. "Y/N, these are my parents."

Y/N nodded, and his father and she immediately held out their hands to each other. He hugged her quite tightly, honestly. "Wonderful, nice to have you here." He spoke warmly, though she guessed it was just courtesy. "Thank you." She replied gratefully. Then she squeezed his mother's hand, not so confident anymore, but still warm, looking understandingly at her. "Nice to meet you."

"And these are my siblings, Aegon and Helaena." Aemond continued, his sister rushing over to her at once, surprising her with her closeness. Her face was warm and happy.

"A beautiful dress." She said delightedly to her, Y/N blushed at the sudden, unexpected compliment.

"Thank you very much, you have a beautiful haircut." She replied warmly, paying attention to the laboriously braided braids. Haelena thanked her, and Aegon approached them, holding out his hand. She hugged it, but felt uneasy after he looked her up and down.

"Indeed, a nice dress." He replied. She glanced at Aemond. He looked at his brother with a murderous look. There was an awkward silence, broken by Aemond's father.

"How's your business? Aren't you bored of this club?" He asked lightly, smiling as he took a swig from his drink. He sounded as if he thought Aemond's club was a childish invention of his that had to end up in competitions in the end. It looked like a funny question to him, but Y/N saw Aemond's jaw clench.

"No, I didn't get bored." He answered briefly. Y/N looked at him sympathetically. Helaena snapped her out of her thoughts.

"Do you want to drink something? Come, I'll show you where the bar is." She said grabbing her arm. Aemond stared at her in surprise. He had never seen Helaena so eager to touch anyone. Y/N looked delighted.

"Sure!" She looked at Aemond with a smile. "Bring you something to drink?"

"Whiskey, thank you." He said calmly, his face was stone. She was used to the fact that he showed more emotions and expressions around her, so his return to his unchanging facial expressions was something strange to her. Nevertheless, she nodded and followed his sister into the crowd.

"This is the first time I've seen Aemond come with a woman who isn't older than him." She said, looking at her with raised eyebrows, pressing her arm tightly to hers. Y/N laughed, liking the directness.

"Well, actually, I'm two years younger than him." She said with a smile. They walked over to the bar where a crowd of people was standing. Seeing her, the staff apologized to one of the customers and told them to come over. Y/N thought it was probably because Helaena was the daughter of the event organizer.

"What will you drink?"

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Aemond looked out of the corner of his eye toward the bar. He could see Y/N and Helaena talking animatedly about something, both looking content and relaxed. The whole situation had stressed him out more than he'd originally thought, but he had to admit that if she was stressed out too, she didn't show it at all. She made an exceptionally good impression, but most of all, to his surprise, on his mother.

"What a nice girl. She looks very sympathetic.” She said to him, looking at him with concern. "Do you…"

"She is mine. Is that enough for you?" He asked, impatience in his voice. He didn't feel like explaining himself. Certainly not with Aegon watching him, amused.

"She's yours, how nice...she knows that you talk about her as an object?" He asked sarcastically, taking a sip of his drink.

"You're the last person to lecture me about objectifying women." He blurted out through clenched teeth, their father holding up his hands to calm them down.

"Hey, hey, boys... it's supposed to be a nice evening, let it go." He said, looking at them encouragingly, trying to smooth the conflict.

Aemond was relieved to see Y/N and Helaena returning to them with drinks. Y/N handed him his whiskey with a smile. He thought that he would like to take her somewhere secluded, put his head between her breasts and fall asleep, feeling her fingers touching his hair. He had never felt so cornered as with his parents and his brother.

After a while, Y/N saw Criston in the crowd and waved at him, surprised. He waved back, looking at them happily, and walked over to them, greeting each one in turn.

"So I guess it's official." He said, leering at Y/N and Aemond, who felt like they were about to burn with embarrassment at this comment.

"So she isn't Aemond's one-off?" Asked Aegon, amused, Aemond glared at him with hatred, mouth opening, but Criston spoke first.

"My observations contradict this." He said, raising his eyebrows. Aemond exhaled softly, trying not to lose his patience. He hated it when someone discussed his private matters in public. Criston was his friend, but he wanted to punch him in the face.

Y/N was all red, feeling that there was a strange silence. She could see that Aemond was awkward and furious. However, she did not want to touch him, so as not to make the situation worse and not give reasons for his brother's further comments.

After a while they moved on to another topic, the atmosphere relaxed a bit. Aemond sipped his whiskey slowly, his face stone. Y/N wondered if he regretted taking her with him. Because of her, now his family will not leave him alone, they will require him to define what they have in common, and she knew that he did not want it. The thought depressed her. She swallowed softly, staring into her glass.

"Everything's all right?" She heard his calm whisper. She glanced at him, he was watching her carefully out of the corner of his eye. They leaned in slightly, not wanting to draw too much attention to each other.

"I'm sorry it turned out this way. I know you're angry." She answered him just as quietly, looking at him apologetically. He frowned.

"I'm angry, but not at you. You know how I love to dig my affairs in front of others." He spoke calmly, there was no resentment or regret in his voice.

She looked at him sympathetically and nodded. "I know."

He was looking at her intensely. It took all his strength not to kiss her.

They both felt relieved after this brief exchange. They pulled away from each other, going back to listening to the discussion. Y/N talked to Helaena the most. Although she had a rather peculiar sense of humor and sometimes made quite strange remarks, Y/N perceived her as a very warm, direct and honest person. She greatly appreciated such qualities in people, and saw that she seemed to have made a similar impression on her. She was glad that, apart from Criston, she had someone to talk to and get through it all.

After a while, she felt hungry. She hadn't even eaten her lunch due to the stress of their departure. Now that they were halfway through the banquet and the worst was over, her stomach began to work again. She looked around and stared greedily at the table full of snacks. She thought for a moment, then leaned in slightly to Aemond, who immediately did the same to hear what she wanted to say to him.

"I'll go grab a bite, get you something?" She asked warmly, and he just shook his head, giving her a look of approval.

So she walked alone among the people to the table she had spotted earlier, and on which she saw delicious-looking mini burgers. She debated between them and the good-looking little casseroles. A boy, probably about her age, with dark curly hair stood next to her. They looked at each other surprised and smiled. She could see that he wanted to strike up a conversation, but wasn't sure if he should.

"Do you know Helaena?" He asked, smiling uncertainly.

"Yes, I came here with her brother." She said kindly, looking at him interested. "You know her?" She asked, thinking it might be her secret admirer. The boy laughed.

"Yes, that's my aunt." He said amused. Y/N looked at him surprised, she had no idea that Aemond had any other siblings who had adult children in addition. She held out her hand to him in greeting.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Y/N." She introduced herself.

The boy shook her hand firmly. "Luke."

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if you missed the live N7 Day 2023 cast reunion panel, the rewatch link is here.

here are some notes on trivia and other bits of particular interest from the panel, under a cut due to length –

An audition D.C. Douglas did for Legion can be listened to here. he said it's quite different to what you may expect. He also mentioned an audition for Legion where he was given a eulogy to read and the voice direction from BioWare was that they were looking for something like HAL 9000 but with a little more emotion.

D.C. said on Legion's death scene[s], "it's the innocent emotion coming through" "but with the intellectual understanding of the macro".

Alix Wilton Regan originally auditioned for EDI, didn't get it and then was called back for Sam. BioWare were like "[Sam]'s really London"; AWR was like "I'm from London, I got this, I can do London". months later she was recording for Sam, saw lines for EDI coming up and wondered "who was the woman that got the role of EDI?" when she heard EDI's voice, she was like "omg, she's so hot, yeah I totally get it, I had a real life crush on her in the booth playing Sam, who had a crush on her in the game. I was like 'ohh.. now I get it, I hear it, I see what went on in casting'".

some of the earliest stuff Mark Meer did in ME was a lot of demo stuff, like figuring out how various alien species would sound. BioWare brought him in very early on, during the concept art stages. this is what he was working on for BioWare and then they 'basically upgraded him'. He did a presentation for BioWare demoing how a typical salarian could sound, how a typical krogan would sound, etc, and during this presentation BW had him do some scratch dialogue as a salarian bartender. there was a scene where the bartender was talking to Shepard, who Mark was also voicing during the scene, so he was basically talking to himself. during this process BioWare said that they would like him to audition for the role of m Shepard. "After call backs etc, the rest is history". when BW told Mark, oh btw, f Shepard is played by Jennifer Hale, Mark was super thrilled. "It was like being told the other person in the dual role was Meryl Streep or something".

when Ali Hillis got the role of Liara, at that time she was with her first voiceover agent. Liara's voice in the games is pretty similar to the voice Ali first came up with for her for the audition. they also gave Liara a bit of a mid-Atlantic accent in the first game.

Ash Sroka auditioned for the roles of Liara, Tali and one other character. for the Tali read, she was given a long monologue about Tali's Pilgrimage. she left the booth thinking that if she didn't get the part it was okay, because she'd gotten to read this beautiful monologue and really feel that character. she felt an instant alignment with Tali.

for Grunt's audition, Steve Blum pitched his voice as deep as he could. BioWare said to him that they were going to be pitching Grunt's voice down in post-processing, so he didn't have to do that, but he couldn't help himself and did it anyway. he said that Grunt is a "half-ton child" and self-described as a half-ton child, so things worked out really well. he also mentioned that "it helped me personally, because I'm emotionally under-developed and Grunt is a baby so it was some nice free paid therapy for me, and the fact that people actually responded to it was a bonus, it's kind of amazing".

William Salyers didn't realize he was being brought in to take over the role of Mordin in ME3. he'd been sent audio references and knew that this was a species found throughout the game, and thought that the character he'd be doing was going to be like an assistant or something. the first day in the booth, BW asked him "do you think you can do the match [match the ME2 voice]?" and he was like "I don't know what you're talking about but yes". William was in ME2 as 'Incidental voices' and felt rly fortunate to 'graduate' to Mordin in ME3. when recording Mordin's death-redemption scene in ME3, he & the voice director were both in tears.

for the voice direction in ME1, BW wanted it to feel like an episode of 24 - they didn't want dialogue lines being like screamed or yelled out like they were in a lot of games from around that time. it was supposed to be much more realistic and human in feel.

when developing Kaidan's voice, BW asked Raphael Sbarge to speak to a stickie note on the wall, because they wanted it to feel like there's a sort of sense of the military, that cadence that comes from really speaking to someone else in a directed way.

Shepard and ME have a very special place in Jennifer Hale's heart

a submitted question from the community asked Mark and Jennifer how their perception of Shepard evolved throughout the trilogy. Mark said that the way it was explained to him by BW was that, as they went, they had a little more leeway in Shepard in showing the toll the war was taking on them. "We also got to watch Shepard develop these relationships with the characters in the games. These were their closest friends, their true companions through all of this." this made it possible to sort of humanize Shepard more and more as the series progressed. Shep starts out very by the books regardless of paragon/renegade etc, they're very military, an officer, they're used to giving orders and used to being under pressure. and especially by the time they got to ME3, it was now like, "now you can show a little bit more vulnerability, now you can show a crack in the shell a little bit, especially after the events of ME2 where Shepard literally dies and was resurrected, what does that do to a person?" Mark mentioned that he thinks this is common to all versions of Shepard. by the time you get to ME3 there's a real sense of getting "past the armor, emotionally and spiritually". Jennifer agreed and added that the way voice acting was done in video games also developed over the years from ME1-ME3. by ME3 it was more done in the way like how you would shoot a film, that kind of acting.

Jennifer mentioned that both she and Shep are really freakin stubborn

on Next Mass Effect:

a submitted comment from the community said "Hopefully we get to see or hear you again taking part in the continuation of the Mass Effect story in any way." Jennifer replied "yes, I vote yes to all that".

Ali talked about the moment she discovered Liara was going to be in the next ME. "I have a couple of friends who are close friends and really big ME fans. Usually they're the first ones to alert me of anything ME before I ever see it in the trades, online, on socials etc". she clicked on the link to the trailer she was sent "and I was like.. wait.. what? I think I was just looking at the link and then had to play it again, and then probably like a lot of you I tried to zoom in on it and look at it, like is that...?"

here D.C. said "Um, asking as the voice of an entire species [the geth], do you, you didn't know anything?" Ali said "No, I had no idea, do we ever? I think as we all know, seeing something like that is no guarantee of anything. I was like, is that Liara? Liara's daughter? Liara's mother? is that back in time, is that forward in time? I know as much as anyone, but it was really shocking. like when you were a kid on your birthday and there's a big wrapped present from your parents and you don't know what it is. I know as much as you guys, your guess is as good as mine."

Mark: "As far as what I'm looking forward to, there are endless possibilities. Again as Ali said we, we know about as much as you know, so it could go anywhere. past, future, who can say? Are we gonna see, is this gonna be the First Contact War? is this gonna be far in the far future? where could we go? The Codex is very big as those who have spent ingame time reading it know and that's a very well thought out and fleshed out universe, so the possibilities are endless".

Jennifer: "Just to add to that, what I always tell everybody in the community is email [BioWare] and tell them what you want. they don't know if you don't tell them. telling us doesn't, we appreciate it so much but it actually won't get anything done."

Raphael: "If you feel strongly, we would encourage you to speak up [on that]".

a submitted question from the community asked the cast what they're most excited to see in the next game. AWR: "We're most excited to to see us in the next game, right [winking theatrically]". the cast were all like 'yeah' and nodding and AWR said "emails, emails, emails".

D.C: "The poster, the teaser poster that they put out for Mass Effect 5 shows what looks to be a crater and the outline of Legion and it looks like there's a little dead geth in that poster, so all I know is, and I am the voice of all geth, so."

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Cruel Summer Ch. 3

Donations | Thoughts & Feelings | Cruel Summer Series (Coming Soon) | Chapter 2

You threw the paper on the coffee table, as you grabbed your cup of coffee and walked toward the windows to look out over the city. You thought about Chris and Ali…how could you continue to talk to them? Nice headline of ‘Old Friends or New Flame? Is Chris Evans Who Y/F/N Y/L/N keeps singing about?’ You played old memories over in your mind, taking a drink of the hot coffee, you didn’t hear the door open.’ “Cute photo…funny enough when you two were fucking the media never got a glimpse of you….but now he’s engaged to this bimbo and you’re all over Page Six.” You whipped around at the sound of her voice. “Scar?!” You gawked at her as she stood by the door with her arms crossed.

You practically threw the coffee cup down on the table and rushed over, embracing her in a big hug. “Oh my god, it’s so good to see you!!” Tears brimmed your eyes as you whispered against her shoulder. “Of course kid, I wasn’t gonna sit around waiting for a call when these photos dropped online last night.” Scarlet said as you groaned, rolling your eyes. “I warned her of this happening, just FYI.” Megan said, taking a drink of her coffee. Scarlet raised an eyebrow looking back at you. “You’re supposed to listen to your management team…not ignore their advice.” she said with a smirk, “I know, I realized it was a mistake when I was sitting there at dinner.” you checked the time and stretched. “I gotta head out to the stadium, wanna come with me?” you smiled as she grinned. “Of course, think I flew halfway across the United States to just see you for two minutes? What’s wrong with you?” you both laughed as you headed out for your final show in Boston.

As the Show started and you sang, danced around, just having the time of your life as usual, you spotted Scarlet, Chris and Ali all in the VIP tent smiling and dancing along to the song. You were having the time of your life honestly, you were laughing with the back up dancers and in a very good mood. Scar watched before hearing Ali tell Chris she would be back. “So, what are you really doing here Chris?” Scar asked as he looked at her. “She was happy with you gone…her life has skyrocketed since everything happened” He sighed looking back at the stage as you were changing. “I thought we could be friends, we had a great dinner last night.” he said as Scar held back a laugh. “Friends? Are you fucking stupid?” She snapped, keeping an eye on the fans around the VIP tent. “You leave her alone, you knew she was in love with you. Are you deaf? Listen to the fucking music your teenage girlfriend loves so much. Wonder what she’d say if she knew you used to fuck Y/N when you were lonely,” Scar whispered to him.

She might have been angry with Chris, but she’d be damned if she let your secret spill, the media would have a field day with it.

Chris went to speak when Ali gripped his arm, “Thank God I didn’t miss the surprise songs!!” She squealed as you stood at the Mic watching everyone cheer. You wore a blue glittery outfit with a blue dress on over it and blue sparkly boots. Chris smirked to himself, blue had always been a good color on you. He remembered when you used to spend the night, the large blue crew neck of his you’d throw on when you got cold. He still had that sweatshirt…and it still smelt like you, but that smell was fading, he kept the shirt in a box, hidden away in his closet. He’d put it there when Ali had tried to wear it once.

You were talking to the crowd, admitting that you were having the best time tonight, laughing softly as the crowd cheered louder. “Oh, well tonight I have two very special surprise songs!” you grinned as the crowd cheered. You walked over sitting down at the piano and began to play, as the melody flowed the crowd screamed and clapped. You looked up from the keys and began to sing into the mic.

Once the flight had flown

With the wilt of the rose

I slept all alone

You still wouldn't go

Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later

I see your profile and your smile on unsuspecting waiters

You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor

You search in every maiden's bed for something greater

Baby, was it over

When she laid down on your couch?

Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

"Come here, " I whispered in your ear

In your dream as you passed out, baby

Was it over then?

And is it over now?

Chris stared in wonderment at the stage, at you. You were asking him if the two of you were really over now. You sang with such emotion, he wondered..in that moment, if for you, did you think you two were truly over?

When you lost control

Red blood, white snow

Blue dress on a boat

Your new girl is my clone

And did you think I didn't see you?

There were flashing lights

At least I had the decency

To keep my nights out of sight

Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs

And my whispered sighs

Oh, Lord, I think about

Jumping off of very tall somethings

Just to see you come running

And say the one thing I've been wanting

But no

Let's fast forward to three hundred awkward blind dates later

If she's got blue eyes, I will surmise that you'll probably date her

You dream of my mouth before it called you a lying traitor

You search in every model's bed for something greater

Scar watched you, her heart breaking for you, you’d never truly get over him would you? What was it about him that drew you in? She glanced at Chris, the color draining from her face. “No,” she whispered loud enough for him to hear. He glanced at her, his eyes saying everything he felt. “This song is so sad,” Ali yelled out to the two of them over the music and crowd, “It's not my favorite, let’s take some pictures!” She pushed her way between the two of them, to start taking photos, but Chris looked back at the stage, seeing you looking directly at the Tent, or at him, he wasn’t sure.

Baby, was it over

When she laid down on your couch?

Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?

"Come here, " I whispered in your ear

In your dream as you passed out, baby

Was it over then?

And is it over now?

Think I didn't see you?

There were flashing lights

At least I had the decency

To keep my nights out of sight

Only rumors 'bout my hips and thighs

And my whispered sighs

Oh, Lord, I think about

Jumping off of very tall somethings

Just to see you come running

And say the one thing I've been wanting

But no

Let's fast forward to three hundred takeout coffees later

(Flashing lights) I was hoping you'd be there

And say the one thing (oh, Lord) I've been wanting (oh, Lord)

But no

Ali turned away from Scar and smiled at Chris, “Don't let me forget, I have a wedding invitation for Y/N!” she grinned as Scarlet whipped her head in his direction glaring, but Chris was staring at you, watching as you smiled and waved to everyone, he glanced back at Ali before looking back at you again, taking a swig of beer he smiled softly, “Wouldn't dream of letting you forget that,”

You grinned at the crowd drawing a heart with your hands at them before getting up and grabbing your guitar, moving over to the microphone. You strummed a few notes on the guitar before the crowd cried out with excitement.

It only hurts this much right now

Was what I was thinking the whole time

Breathe in, breathe through

Breathe deep, breathe out

I'll be getting over you my whole life

You know how scared I am of elevators

Never trust it if it rises fast

It can't last

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

Chris glanced at Ali who was chatting with another guest in the VIP tent, he was starting to realize that maybe she wasn’t the one he should be with, but he couldn’t let his image be damaged by dumping the sweet, innocent girl next door for the old co-star he reconnected with while she rose to be the top selling popstar of the world. He wanted to reconnect with you though. He had to.

“You’re not inviting her to your wedding. Do you hear me?” Scarlett grabbed his arm and said into his ear. “You’re never speaking to her again after tonight. Or Ill tell Ali everything.” she threatened him. Chris squared his shoulders at the threat, “the fuck you will. You don’t control Y/N, or me, or Ali. If I want to rekindle mine and Y/N friendship, I will, and that business is between me and Y/N, no one else.” he said back.

It only feels this raw right now

Lost in the labyrinth of my mind

Break up, break free, break through, break down

You would break your back to make me break a smile

You know how much I hate that everybody just expects me to bounce back

Just like that

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

Scarlet glared down at him, “She’s in a good place, she doesn’t need you fucking that up for her. You only bring her heartbreak and pain. Why can’t you just be happy with your little girlfriend over there?” Scar asked as Chris pulled his arm away. “I’m perfectly fine navigating my life Scarlett and I don't need you telling me who I can and cannot associate with!” he snapped. It happened in a second, the flash, turning to see a fan staring at them, their cell phone just below their face, another flash going off, before she disappeared into the crowd.

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

Uh oh, I'm falling in love

Oh no, I'm falling in love again

Oh, I'm falling in love

I thought the plane was going down

How'd you turn it right around

You ended the song smiling as everyone clapped, looking over at the VIP Tent, Chris was smiling at you clapping and whistling, Scarlett was looking at you with disappointment, and Ali was off taking selfies with someone in the back. You set your guitar down and did a small bow, before turning and diving into the stage.

“Security couldn’t find the girl who snapped the photos of us,” Scarlett said walking back over to Chris. “I’ve already texted my manager to warn her what's going to be coming out” he sighed, running a hand over his face before walking away to talk to Ali.

The final event of the show left you grinning and laughing with friends on stage, Chris was talking to Ali and keeping his distance from Scarlett. She knew he was pissed at her, but she planned on telling you the same thing the moment she saw you backstage. Do not engage with him anymore and just let them get married and do not go to the wedding.

You laughed at something a dancer did, before bringing the mic back up to your lips.

“Sapphire tears on my face

Sadness became my whole sky

But some guy said my aura's moonstone

Just 'cause he was high

And we're dancin' all night

And you can try to change my mind

But you might have to wait in line

What's a girl gonna do?

A diamond's gotta shine

Best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room

I can still make the whole place shimmer (shimmer)

And when I meet the band

They ask, "Do you have a man?"

I can still say, "I don't remember"

Familiarity breeds contempt

Don't put me in the basement

When I want the penthouse of your heart

Diamonds in my eyes

I polish up real (nice), I polish up real nice

And we're dancin' all night

And you can try to change my mind

But you might have to wait in line

What's a girl gonna do? What's a girl gonna do?

I polish up nice

Best believe I'm still bejeweled

When I walk in the room

I can still make the whole place shimmer”

You grin as the song comes to a close, bowing to the crowd, Scarlett texted your manager that she was going to head back to your hotel room so you two could talk. What a mistake that would end up being.

You went backstage getting ready to go back to the hotel room, when a squeal surprised you. Ali grinned rushing up to you again, “oh my god the show was amazing tonight. Ugh! I'm loving this for you!!” she grinned, motioning to your outfit. You smiled nodding, “Thanks Ali, I’m glad you were able to make it to the final show tonight!” you faked excitement, which Chris could clearly see, as Ali reached in her purse. “Of course! But we have a gift for you! We wanted to invite you to our wedding next month!” She held out the white and gold envelope, your smile dropping as you glanced at him before smiling at Ali. It felt like everything moved in slow motion, but it took less than a second for it all to happen. “Oh! Wow, thank you so much, I’ll definitely have to check my schedule though because with the tou-” you were interrupted by Ali, “Nope! You’re not touring next month, in fact….Chris and I would LOVE it if you’d come spend the week and a half leading up to the wedding with us in our Beach house! Please! We can’t take no for an answer.” She gave you the worst case of puppy dog eyes you’d ever seen.

Chris gave you a small, soft smile. “It’d mean a lot to me as well as to Ali…” You looked between the two of them, eyes darting back and forth, “Um, I definitely need to check on a few things, but if I can’t spend that week and a half with you guys, I’ll try my hardest to be at the wedding okay?” you smiled before Megan walked up to you.

“Y/N, we gotta go. Schedule to keep and all." She kept it short and to the point, not making eye contact with Ali or Chris. You smiled, “Guys, I gotta go but I’ll see you around! Thanks so much for coming out and seeing me!” you put both hands up to your mouth and blew them kisses before turning and darting off with Megan as two of your guards followed close behind you.

When you closed the door to your hotel suite, you leaned back against it, finally letting everything just roll off, the exhaustion that took over made you want to go limp but you knew better. You still needed to eat dinner, shower, and unwind.

You rehearsed your vocals while showering, harmonizing and just going over your surprise songs for the next weekend shows, standing in the steaming hot shower trying to clear your head, praying you could forget about Chris again one day. When you got out, you threw on your black silk pajama pants with a short sleeved button down silk top. Lined in white with white buttons. Your phone chimed as you walked over to the couch, your dinner being delivered shortly, chinese, your favorite.

Glancing down at it, the name on the screen caused you to stop in your tracks.

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Moz Solo was already on it @lovely-lady-fox! FamousWhenDead posted the whole thing:

Johnny Marr: How could Meryl Streep agree to be in Mamma Mia?

The guitarist lets us into his cultural life, from his love of David Hockney to making his friends watch a Joan Didion documentary

My favourite piece of music For a long time now, it’s been My Goal’s Beyond by John McLaughlin. Like his work with the Mahavishnu Orchestra, it is in a genre entirely of its own. It’s unquantifiable and makes me feel a certain way, no matter what happens in the outside world.

The lyric I wish I’d written “You’re going to reap just what you sow”, from Perfect Day by Lou Reed.

The instrument I wish I’d learnt Piano. I can play it, but only in amateurish fashion. I should say though there are guitar players who play the piano nicely like Neil Young, Paul McCartney and David Bowie. They play it as a means to an end and do wonderful things with it. But I would like to be a few levels up from there.

The music that cheers me up Any good pop music, which by definition usually means contemporary. There are things from my past that of course make me feel good. But there’s something about hearing music that’s fresh, upbeat and represents the modern world — it makes you feel that everything is OK.

I’m having a fantasy dinner party, I’ll invite these artists and authors Gary Oldman, Muhammad Ali and certainly Marilyn Monroe.

And I’ll put on this music Spirit Power: The Best of Johnny Marr.

Overrated I don’t tend to like shitting on people, but Mamma Mia!, for God’s sake, or We Will Rock You or any of those sorts of musicals. How did it get to that? We’re supposed to go along with the idea that they’re good. What was Meryl Streep thinking she was doing starring in that film, and Julie Walters? What were they thinking? There are a lot of things culturally that we’ve just gone along with and they really must stop.

Underrated

Blindboy Boatclub, the artist and musician from Limerick, is best known as one half of the Irish comedy hip-hop group the Rubberbandits. He’s amazing, has such an interesting way of thinking and also hosts the brilliant series The Blindboy Podcast too. One of the best books I have ever read is his Topographia Hibernica. I can’t recommend him or it enough.

My favourite author

Aldous Huxley. People would assume I’m thinking about Brave New World orThe Doors of Perception, but I’m actually referring to his work after he moved to the United States in the second half of his life. His essays and lectures are even better than his earlier work. I rediscovered him in the Nineties and he is my actual hero. Everything you read of his is an education.

The book I’m reading

Autobiography of Red by Anne Carson. It’s a trip, moving around from style to style. The novel is loosely based on Greek mythology, but set in modern times. It’s relatable and super interesting. PJ Harvey introduced me to Carson, an intriguing cross between an essayist and a poet.

The book I couldn’t finish

The Perennial Philosophy by Aldous Huxley. Just couldn’t do it.

The book I’m ashamed I haven’t read Ulysses by James Joyce. It just sounds so hard going. I love the idea of it and feel genuinely bad that I haven’t read it, but I do also feel like I know so much about it already. I admire it enough, without feeling the need to put myself through the hassle of reading it.

My favourite film Sergio Leone’s film Once Upon a Time in America. When it was first released, I went to see it a few times and decided then it was the best thing I’d ever seen. I recently saw The End We Start From, starring Jodie Comer. It’s so good. Amazingly, I came away from it with this feeling of triumph of the human spirit. It says a lot about what it means to be human and what we fundamentally need, which is compassion, connection, love and understanding. And Comer is just so believable in the role.

The box set I’m hooked on I’m rewatching Nurse Jackie. There’s so much good stuff out there that whenever I occasionally revisit old, great stuff, you forget how much it stands up. I like anything Edie Falco is in. I also have just rewatched the documentary Joan Didion: The Center Will Not Hold. I’ve watched it at least three times and whenever someone comes to my place that hasn’t watched it, I watch it with them.

My favourite TV series It has to be Mad Men. One of my friends is eagle-eyed and noticed that when they put an album on a turntable, it has the correct label from the Sixties. That’s crazy.

The film I walked out on

There are loads, often stuff I take my kids to see and they don’t even notice I’d left. I didn’t enjoy Baby Driver — I didn’t like the music in that at all.

I wasted an evening watching Manchester City play in the Champions League final in 2021.

The last movie that made me cry These days I can cry at almost anything so I can’t remember.

The place I feel happiest Running around Brooklyn, over the Williamsburg Bridge. Or around Portland, Oregon. Whenever I’m at those places, I always run unless I’m injured. I’ve done a lot of things in my life, but nothing quite beats that.

My guiltiest cultural pleasure Cheese and onion pasty, chips and peas. Anybody who says that’s not a culture doesn’t know what they are talking about.

If I could own one painting it would be We Two Boys Together Clinging by David Hockney. Any of his work would be a dream to own. Even the iPad stuff is beautiful. I went to see David Hockney: Bigger and Closer at the Lightroom and it was great.

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farity · 5 months

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In the Red of Night, part 9

He hated himself.

He hated himself all the time, but mostly after he'd fucked Alys. Every single time the moment he came, as blissful as an orgasm could be, tore off another little piece of his soul.

Aemond wondered how long until there was nothing left.

This time he'd turned away from her, ignored her hands reaching around his torso, trying to move him back to her for a second round. She was always hot for him, always touching him, making sure he knew who owned him.

"Sir?"

Aemond blinked and as the memory faded, he saw that the flight attendant was looking at him expectantly.

"Would you like a drink?"

"No, thank you. Sorry."

"Not at all, sir."

He thought of her now. The woman who had captivated him with her kindness and her laughter.

He hadn't ever had a relationship since Alys. Various affairs, mostly with married women because they could not claim ownership of him, and it suited him to keep things superficial.

The look in his woman's eyes when he'd approached her, the night he'd turned her. It had been the biggest gift he could ever have hoped for.

There wasn't even the hint of fear in them. She was nervous, to be sure, who wouldn't be, but her trust and belief in him had been so complete that she'd extended her hands out to him.

He had asked her more than once if she wanted to wait, and when she asked him back, "for what?" he hadn't had a proper answer.

"I love you, Aemond," she'd said, "I am yours, and I want our life to start now."

And it meant dealing with Alys because he wouldn't spend the rest of his existence with Alys hovering over them, a dark cloud always ruining their sky.

And she wanted Alys to pay for ruining her dream, along with a dash of unfounded jealousy.

"Then we deal with her together."

He had held her while he drank from her that night, while she became dizzy from blood loss and while her heart began to fail and while she drifted closer to death, and she never, ever showed any fear, not even as her eyes closed.

Once he'd torn his wrist open and began feeding her, the stillness of her body terrifying him, worrying him that he'd waited too damn long, until her fingers began fluttering ever so slightly and he let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding.

He'd continuing dripping his blood into her mouth until she'd started coughing, and then he'd allowed his blood's healing process to take over. He'd turned her onto her side, wrapped himself around her, and let the turning commence.

* * * * *

Alys had not been able to find where the little barista whore had gone, and it unnerved her. Once she got the scent of a human, she would know it anywhere and there was no trace of her. That sickly sweet, cloyingly kind pumpkin spice bitch was nowhere to be found.

Maybe she'd grown a brain cell and left the city, after her little garbage shop and her situationship with Aemond were done, she'd left somewhere to cry about it.

Good.

Let the grown ups play, Alys thought.

Once she had Aemond back, his fealty, his vow to be hers forever, not to mention his resources, she could do what she hadn't been able to do back then. Rule the world.

He'd left her then, and all her power hadn't meant anything any more. Not even when she'd stolen a servant's newborn babe and presented it as Aemond's, as the rightful heir to the throne. Without Aemond at her side, she was nothing. Just a woman who frightened people, and the world kept evolving to deal with those.

She had been drowned and hanged, shot and stabbed, and every time she had lain there, pretending to be dead, crying tears of anger because her plans had failed again.

It was different now, with Aemond almost in her grasp. When she had him by her side, in her bed, things would be different.

Finally.

She had less than a week until he returned. Everything had to be perfect for him to come back to her. She had contracts ready to go, so many of her investors didn't even believe she knew Aemond Targaryen. Imagine when they found out they were partners in this new venture. They'd come crawling to her.

They thought her delusional, grasping. Alys's hands fisted at her sides, they would never say that to a man. A man had vision, ambition, but she got called insane.

If that was the playing field, then she would have the greatest teammate of them all by her side.

* * * * *

"She's sleeping."

Aemond said nothing, merely stared down at Arya Stark's face as she blocked him from going into the bedroom.

"She needs her rest, she's been working hard, and you and your cock can just wait."

Behind Aemond, Gendry closed his eyes at her choice of words.

"Hmm."

Aemond turned and went back to his laptop. "Tell me when she wakes up."

"You really need to work on your interpersonal communication skills," Gendry said as he placed his hands on her waist.

Arya smiled. "I love your positive attitude. How long have you been telling me that?"

Gendry didn't reply. Instead he kissed Arya and she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Aemond checked his security. There had been a flurry of activity from Alys while he was gone, between her people scouring all the locations where Aemond or his woman might be, to emails sent to various financial leaders. Little did Alys know those leaders had just turned around and asked Aemond what was with all the messages from Alys.

He'd told every single one of them that he had no intention of working with the woman and that they need not bother with her.

As obnoxious and prickly as Arya Stark was, he trusted no one better when it came to self defense. As skilled as Aemond himself was, he was too close to be an effective teacher, and between Arya and Gendry, they had enough fighting and weapons knowledge worthy of the best ops teams in the realm.

Everything was in place.

He had let Alys skulk around for far too long. He'd hoped she'd find someone else to obsess over, some other fool to torment and manipulate, but if that was not to be, then a more permanent stop was needed.

It was absolutely his fault. He'd allowed her delusional dreams of power to grow unchecked and then he'd vanished, and now she was endangering not only him but the woman he loved.

* * * * *

Waking up was different now. You still retained your human schedule for the most part - a period of activity and a period of rest, mornings created of years of routine that were tough to leave behind. But now it was more of taking in information gathered by your sharpened senses, then approaching the day as needed.

You were damn glad that training with Arya had stopped - for now. As your strength grew, so did the possibility of truly injuring yourself or others, and Arya had taught you how to keep your strength in check for your daily activities, and when to dig deep into the well of power when you needed it.

You would need it soon, if the messages from Aemond were true.

The moment his name came to your mind, you turned, scenting the air.

There was Arya's combination of forest and sky, Gendry's constant leather and steel, and there - there was Aemond, his signature mixture of peppermint, spices, and the almost sweet scent of his skin.

You opened the door to find him standing there, one corner of his mouth raised. "You're awake."

You smiled, throwing your arms around his neck. He was home. The feel of him against you was everything, and you pressed a kiss to his neck. "I have missed you."

"Are you well?" he asked, always careful and measured even now.

"Aemond," you murmured, pulling him into the bedroom.

He kicked the door closed behind him as he took your mouth, the hunger and need he'd been feeling now unchecked as he began to undress you.

You were just as eager, pulling up the cashmere sweater he wore until he tugged it over his head, hands roaming over his shoulders and back, reacquainting yourself with the feel of him against you.

Shoving you back onto the bed, he tore off your leggings and underwear, pushed your thighs open and began to feast between your legs. He fell into the rhythm he knew you liked, long, steady strokes with the flat of his tongue, one hand covering your breast as you moaned and whimpered.

You came, quickly, the pleasure tearing brutally through you and then his fingers tightened on your hips as he continued pleasuring you. Your head fell back, your moans growing louder as he drove you to a second orgasm.

"Aemond-"

He hummed against you, sending you over the edge and still, despite your fingers pulling at his hair, he continued devouring you. You felt yourself begin to fall again, and this time, when he was done bringing you back down, he pulled back, kneeing your legs further apart.

You had barely caught your breath when he drove inside you, but you reached for him, needing more, until you could take his mouth and sigh against his lips.

He wasn't tender, each snap of his hips knocking the breath out of your lungs until your cries filled the room.

"Come for me," he demanded, one hand fisting in your hair.

Undone, you let your head fall into his grasp and surrendered.

* * * * *

You couldn't stop touching him. And he couldn't stop marveling over the feel of you against him. You laid on the bed, intertwined, merely breathing each other in.

"How was Scotland?"

He nuzzled your cheek. "Rainy. Beautiful."

"How is Alys?"

He looked at you. "The same. Power hungry."

"She is beautiful."

Aemond gave you a look. "Whatever beauty she has on the surface is only covering her rotten cruelty."

You said nothing and he cupped your face. "Please, do not tell me you have worried about this, of all things."

You felt your cheeks warm but you shrugged. "You have history. Sometimes it counts."

"It counts to remind me that she needs to be be stopped. Do you doubt me?"

"No."

"Do you doubt my love for you?"

"Of course not."

"Good. For I do not doubt yours."

You pressed your cheek against his chest, let him wrap his arms around you. You would go over the plan until it was second nature, and when it all started, you would not waver.

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