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maria-tries-to-write · 1 year

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Hi! I saw that your requests are open, if it's ok and within your rules, I can ask, Aemond being obsessed with his half sister (daughter of Aemma and Viserys), who defended him after the Driftmark incident, along with Alicent

Aemond Targaryen being obsessed with his half-sister would include:

A/N: I feel horned to wright you ask, my dear anon! I'm deeply sorry, I think maybe run a little out the topic, but nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it! Also, PLEASE, READ THE WARNINGS!

SUMMARY: the journey of Aemond Targaryen, trying to have a taste of the forbidden fruit: his own half sister.

WR: f!reader, reader has long hair, violence, murderer, fire, mentions of groping, non-con groping, Aemond being Aemond. Once again, PLEASE, READ THE WARNINGS!

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Being the second daughter of Viserys and Aemma meant getting the utmost care and affection from your dear father, the king.

Also meaning being completely despised by your older sister’s ex best friend, Alicent, now Queen of the seven kingdoms.

Alicent done everything to make sure her kids hated the blacks as much as she did, poisoning their minds with paranoias and conspiracy thoughts; however, none of this seemed to change the mind of her second son, Aemond.

Being considerably older than him, you, Rhaenyra’s younger sister, were the prince’s object of affection, much to his mother distaste.

You’ve always thought how cute your half-little-brother clung to you at every royal event or sought your presence at the Red Keep.

Since he was just a kid, you couldn’t help but indulge on his clingy tendencies.

Without fail, Aemond always ran to your comfort when he was feeling too overwhelmed by Aegon’s bullying, burying his face on the space between your shoulder and neck.

You would calmly soothe him down, rubbing his back and lightly rocking him side to side.

However, time proved to be harsh, making you face a cruel dilemma.

It was night at Driftmark, everyone were supposed to be sleeping, yet, the shouts put everyone on their feet, looking for the commotion.

You slammed the doors open, facing little Aemond being stitched up by the maester.

You gasped, horrified, running to his side, but you were violently shoved by Alicent, who were throwing daggers with her fiercely gaze.

“You, stay away from my son!” you wobbled a few steps back. Aemond seeing this, got up from his chair, yelling at his own mother, but unfortunately got even more hurt in the processes by the pinching of the needle.

“Sweetheart, calm down, I’m here—“ “Don’t touch me!” Aemond shout out, slapping his mother’s hand away from him.

Viserys, trying to keep the situation under control, asked to Alicent to let you pass, which she complied with resistance.

Seeing her son immediately hugging your waist while rubbing his cheek on the fabric of your nightgown, made her bitter. This was supposed to be her job, giving comfort to her son on this difficult situation; not her rival’s sister.

After all the commotion and Rhaenyra being stabbed by Alicent, you were tasked to stay with Aemond on the nursery, again, by the prince’s begging and to his mother distaste. One more time, Alicent felt rejected by her own son.

Her only wish were to let Ser Cole stay with you at her son’s bed, fearing that Rhaenyra, who were sleeping at the nursery as well, attempted against the prince’s life.

Now at the ward, with a damp cloth, you cleaned the caked blood on Aemond’s hair. Brushing your fingers through his locks, you said “Some day, you will have the most beautiful silver hair of the kingdom.”

“Do you like… my hair?” the now one eyed prince asked, thanking the gods the lights weren’t strong enough to show his flaming cheeks.

You laughed, delighted by his cuteness “Of course I like, silly! Unfortunately, you’ll have to take a lot of baths to wash away the reddish stains.”

Aemond took a mental note to never cut his hair ever again.

“May I ask you something?”

With a gentle smile, you agreed “Of course!”

“Why did you defend me? Why didn’t you defended your nephews?”

You took a moment to pick the most appropriated words “Even though I’m very disappointed at your words, I would never wish any harm to come for any of you.”

Sensing the drop of your mood, the prince asked what happened. Sighing, you explained “Me and my sister will leave the Red Keep, Aemond.”

The little prince’s life turned upside down. Widening his only eye, he begged for an explanation, trying to cover his wobbly voice.

“Me and my sister talked and we decided that Red Keep is no longer safe for us.” “What do you mean?! I have Vaghar! The biggest dragon in the seven kingdoms! I can protect you!” he fisted your arms, as if you were going to vanish in front of him.

You lightly chuckled, petting his cheek “I appreciate your efforts, my brave prince, but our family is in the verge of a war. Leaving and letting things calm down is the best decision for now.”

“But…I don’t want you to leave! Take me with you, if needed, but please, don’t leave me alone!” now full crying, he caged you on his frail embrace, sobbing uncontrollably.

Returning his hug, you brought him to your lap, taking extra care to not touch his fresh wound “My little prince, you know I can’t bring you with me, your mother would kill me. It do hurt me to separate from you, but you must understand that there’s no other way. Besides, there’s nothing stoping me from visiting you or sending you ravens!”

Aemond stoped crying, now just enjoying your warm embrace as long as he could “But it won’t be the same…” “I know, my love, but it’s just a provisional measure. I’ll reunite with you sooner or later.” You said finally, kissing him gently on the top of his head.

The next morning, everyone prepared for your sudden departure. Rhaenyra informed you it would be better if you leaved as soon as possible, which Aemond strongly disagreed.

Out of the castle, your dragons waited for you, already equipped with everyone of your belongings. Turning to say good bye to your favorite prince, you and Aemond shared a hug; obviously with everything monitored by Alicent.

Seeing you flying away shattered his heart in a billion pieces. It felt like he couldn’t breath, as if a hole opened up on his chest. He felt lonely. Never wanting to feel this way ever again, Aemond promised that the next time he saw you, he wouldn’t let you go.

The years passed. Every single day, religiously, Aemond wrote you a letter, informing you of everything he did or planned to do in the day.

You happily read all of his letters, glad to know that the young boy was not as depressed as you thought he would be due to your departure.

So, as fast as you could, you wrote him back as eager as him, alway commenting something he told on his own letters, just so he knew you read and payed attention to every single word he draw on the paper.

But, after a few months, Aemond stopped receiving your letters. It came to a point where he would spend all day pestering the servants interrogating the whereabouts of your letters.

Completing a whole month of no news about you, Aemond snapped. He destroyed his bed chambers, breaking the furniture, slashing the curtains and ripping his book off the shelves.

Ser Cole and Harold were sent to contain the enraged prince, who kept screaming and kicking, while the Queen tried to reason with her son.

When the prince stopped slashing around and started to cry, Alicent cocooned him on her lap, “She promised” he murmured between sobs “she promised she’d never leave me…”

Years passed. Daemon and Rhaenyra, now husband and wife, travelled to King’s Landing to defend Jacaerys and Lucerys right to the iron and driftwood throne. Not passing this opportunity, you flied along with them to the Red Keep.

It’s been a long time since you received a letter from your favorite little-half-brother. You were a little hurt at the beginning, but then you started to be a little reasonable: maybe he was busy with Vaghar or his training. So, you opted to send Alicent letters asking for permission to visit her son. Unfortunately, you never got a response.

After the coldly reception of Alicent and Otto, you accompanied your two nephews to the training grounds.

Immediately, you spotted a man with wide shoulders and a beautifully long silver hair cascading his broad back. He was sparring against Ser Cole, your sister’s late knight.

Making Criston surrender, applauses erupted from the grounds. “Well done, my Prince.” congratulated the knight, still panting “You’ll be winning tourneys in no time.”

“I don’t give a shit about tourneys” he dismissed Criston’s flattery “Nephews, have you come to train?”

Aemond turned to Lucerys and Jacaerys, but he was caught by surprise when his eye landed on you.

Ethereal as ever, your now longer hair was braided expertly on a beautiful bun, assenting your features. The heart of the one eyed prince beat uncontrollably inside his chest.

Sensing his eyes upon you, you greeted him “My prince, it’s been a while.”

Aemond, not knowing how to carry with the conversation, agreed “Yes, it’s been, my dear half-sister.”

Seeing the interaction between the royal family, the crowd started to dissipate. Jacaerys e Lucerys left the training grounds as well, glad that the prince’s attention was not on them anymore.

Now all alone, you approached the eye-patched prince “Can we talk?” not taking no as an answer, you locked your hands on his arm, making Aemond get stiff.

So many years has passed, but you still caused him the same effect. Silently, the prince enjoyed the innocent contact, loving the felling of your torso rubbing against his toned arm.

“Long ago, you stopped sending me letters. Why?” you asked, bluntly.

“You never answered them, so I stopped writing.”

Stopping in your tracks, looking straight into his eye “The few that I received, I answered them right away. But suddenly, you stopped writing. Why?”

Scoffing, the prince replied “As I said before, my dear half-sister, you stopped writing, so did I.”

“I never stopped trying to reach you out, Aemond. I even sent your mother a raven, but she said you did not want to see me. So I ask again, my dear prince, why did you put me on arms length?”

Immediately, something clicked inside the Targaryen’s prince head. Obviously it was the doings of his own mother; she never liked you in the first place. But Aemond thought that, at least, after the incident at Driftmark, Alicent would warm up to you, but apparently, he thought wrong.

His blood started to boil. How dare his mother try to stay in the way between you two? His nostrils flared up; he locked his jaw tightly, gritting his teeth.

Feeling your soft hand, now smaller than his, interlocking your fingers pulled him away from his enraged state “Aemond, what—“ “I’m really sorry about this misunderstanding.” he apologized, engaging a hug.

Got by surprise, you hesitantly put your hands on his back, slowly giving into his embrace.

Aemond finally felt at peace. Feeling your hands around him and how his toned arms circled your waist, almost made him forget of his rage against his mother, almost. Sniffing your scent for the last time, the prince left you, promising to talk and explain everything to you after he was done with his business.

Dropping his reassuring smile, the prince stormed into the keep, going straight to his mother’s bed chambers.

Not even greeting Ser Cole, Aemond locked the doors as soon as he passed through them, only listening to the knight’s knocking.

Hearing all the commotion, Alicent beelined to her living room, facing her second son “Aemond? What are you doing here? You can’t enter my bed chambers like that, what if—“ “Spear me from your lecture, mother.”

Feeling shocked by her son’s harsh words, she continued “And this is how you speak to your mother? Your queen?”

Aemond smirked, mockingly. Suddenly, the young man caught his mother by her throat, lightly lifting her from the floor, letting her balance herself on her tiptoes “Don’t pull the ‘your Queen’ card right now, mother. If you haven’t noticed, my patience is running thin.”

Alicent fisted her son’s wrist, trying to sooth his grip. Seeing that he not even bulged, she cried out “Aemond, plea—“ “As I said before, my patience is ending. I’ll give you one chance, and believe me when I say few got this benefit: did you barred my half-sister’s letters?”

The queen’s eyes winded, but she stayed silent, probably paralyzed by fear. Seeing her state, Aemond did not needed a verbal answer: just looking at her gave away her guiltiness.

He let her break free, making Alicent instantly tear to the ground, coughing and gasping for air, uncontrollably.

Aemond’s jaw was tightly shut. Feeling betrayed by his own mother, he started to rant “You knew how important she was to me, and still, you deprived me of seeing her and did not even let me get news from her! You left me in the dark, and you saw how it was killing me, but even so, you did nothing!”

The prince’s voice escalated along with his rage, which was increasing with time. Feeling the need to take his anger on something, he threw the coffe table against the wall, making the Queen gasp in horror.

“Aemond,” she tried to reason with her son “I did this only to protect you! I thrust her as much as you do, but you must understand that the circumstances—“ “Don’t you dare lie to me again!” he slammed his hands on another table “Admit you were jealous of her, of her proximity to me. You always despised her, there’s no need to lie!”

Rilling up as well, Alicent exploded “Of course I always hated her! She’s Rhaenyra’s sister, Aemond! She would do anything to help her kin! To stole your brother’s throne!” with tear cascading her cheeks, she continued, approaching her son “And of course I was jealous, Aemond! You’re my son! Mine! But you never ran up to me when you were sad, hurt or happy! It was always her! Even at Driftmark, when her own nephew stabbed your eye, you ran up to her! You didn’t even let me accompany you at the nursery! And—“

Sobs interrupted her speech. But now that she started to talk, she was not going to back off “Do you think she genuinely loves you, Aemond? Like I do?”

The prince looked at her with warning eye “Watch your tongue.”

Feeling bold, Alicent continued, not listening to her son’s threat, facing him fearlessly “Don’t you ever thought that, maybe, she just treated you well to do this? Put you against me? Your own mother? Don’t you ever thought that she’s as cruel, manipulative and a whore as much as her—“ “Don’t you dare talk about her like that!”

Aemond pounced on her mother, now fully strangling her. His knuckles were white with his bruising grip, eye completely fogged by hatred. His nostrils was flaring up, teeth gritting madly.

With the little oxygen that lasted on her lungs, Alicent was able to call out to Ser Criston Cole, who immediately opened the doors, running to save the Queen.

Along with the knight were Otto Hightower, who coincidentally were passing by his daughter’s corridor.

“What in the seven hells happened here?” the hand lord exasperated, demanding an answer.

“We had a heated discussion, father” Alicent explained with her voice sore due to her son’s strangulation.

Sensing he wouldn’t get no more details about the incident, Otto coughed, as if putting an end to the matter “I was going to remind you of tonight’s dinner, which begins on a few minutes. Our king decided to attend it, so I was going to ask my Queen to ask her children to be on their best behavior.” Otto gave Aemond a meaningful look.

“I don’t care what this discussion was about. What matters is that this behavior can’t happen again during the dinner. Are we clear?” Alicent silently nodded, while Aemond stayed motionless by his grandfather speech.

Later, the whole house Targaryen sat at the fancy dining room. An uncomfortable silence dominated the group, tension so thick it could be cut by a knife.

King Viserys, as usual, tried to reason with his family that was bound to break in two, yet only he denied to see the truth “With that being said,” the sick king, with the help of his loyal wife, stayed up “me and my dear second daughter discussed and agreed that, in the name of peace, she shall be betrothed to her half-brother, Aegon Targaryen.”

Aemond’s heart stopped beating. The whole time, his infuriated gaze was directed to his mother, who would avert her own with all of her might; but now, he gazed incredulously to his father. He didn’t even notice when he stood up from his chair, flying to his mother’s throat.

Caos broke loose in the room. The king was immediately withdrawn from the scene, leaving Daemon alongside the others guards to separate the infuriated prince from the Queen.

On the other side of the chamber, you saw how animalisticly your dear little half-brother acted. He was no longer that sweet boy that easily cried with his older brother’s bullying: now he was a man, and a very dangerous one.

You cried hopelessly: how things take a turn like that? You thought that agreeing to the betrothal, you could finally reunite your family, but instead, here you are, seeing who was once your favorite person in the world trying to kill his own mother.

Even though Aemond were the best swordsman on the realm, he were not able to defeat Daemon and all of the Keep’s guards. “Lead the Prince to the dungeon. Tomorrow morning we will discuss with the small council what shall be decided of the prince’s future.” as Otto commanded, the guards escorted Aemond, who was now unconscious.

You offered yourself to accompany Alicent to the nursery to check upon her bruised throat. As expected, Ser Cole went along, only a few feet away from you.

“I’m so sorry with what happened, my Queen.” you morned, while helping Alicent walk through the hallway “I know prince Aemond since he was just a little kid. I would never expect such a horrifying act from him. It seems like I don’t even know him anymore.”

Moaning in pain, Alicent commented “I think both of us never truly knew him.”

Getting to the nursery, seeing the state of their Queen, the maids promptly took and laid her on a bed reserved to the royal family.

Staying by her side, she started to softly cry “I never should have tried to stay between you two, you know?”

Trying to stop her crying, you gently brushed her messed hair out of her face “Shhh… I must confess I don’t know what you are talking about, my Queen, but you shouldn’t be blaming yourself for what happened.”

Giving you a saddened smile, Queen Alicent continued to apologize “I appreciate your kind words, my dear, but I do have a portion of guilt on Aemond’s behavior.”

Gulping, you finally asked “If I may ask you: what could you have done to make him have such a reaction, my Queen?”

Seeing your confused eyes and caring acts, she confessed “I barred all of your letters to prince Aemond, and I also lied about him not wanting to see you.” your heart clenched, but still continued to sooth her hair down.

“And why would you do that? What would you gain from it?”

Alicent nipped her lips “I was afraid and jealous. My paranoia took over me. I was convinced that you were only being nice with my son just to destroy my family. Also, I’ve always envied how close you two were. Aemond never loved me like he loves you.”

“Nonsense, my Queen. Aemond always told me how he wished to make you proud. That’s why he’s so dedicated.” you brushed her off, with a little giggle.

“Well, it can also be true, but I wouldn’t be surprised if he tried his best just to impress you, my dear. My son’s crush on you didn’t go unnoticed by me back in the days.” she too giggled, remembering how flustered the boy got when others brought you up. Obviously, back than she disapproved vehemently, but seeing how caring you are, Alicent couldn’t blame his son for falling for you.

“You are so gentle and caring, I don’t blame my son for falling for you.” she looked straight into your eyes “I’m sorry for making things come to this point. If I never have felt insecure and suspicious of you, things would may be different.” she sobbed once again, feeling regret consuming her soul.

“Don’t blame yourself, my Queen. You did what you thought was right to protect your son.” you embraced her, like you used to embrace Aemond. Feeling her tears stain your dress, you let Alicent pour her heart out.

Calming a little, she sat up, encasing your hands between hers “Now that I know your genuine feelings, I must apologize for misjudging you. Yet, now that I know my son’s true colors, I’m afraid I’ve put you in danger my dear. I don’t want my son to rot on a cell, but my heart wouldn’t bear to bring you anymore harm.”

Your reassuring smile faltered. If Aemond was able to hurt his own mother, you feared what he could do to you. But even so, a part of you still believed he would never touch you.

Cupping your cheeks, Alicent continued “Now, listen to me, dear. It’s clear that Aemond is completely obsessed with you, and he won’t stop until he gets what he wants. We must take this opportunity, and send you as far as we can!”

You looked perplexed at her “Wait, but what about my betrothal? And my family? You?! What makes you so confident that Aemond won’t go after you for answers?”

Grunting in frustration, Alicent still insisted “We and the council will figure something out. Please, let me help you scape, as a form of apologizing for all the caos I brought to you.”

With the Queen’s begging, you couldn’t help but agree with her plan. Unfortunately, your conspiracy plans was cut short due to the shouts coming outside the nursery.

“Fire!”

Smelling the scent of smoke, you looked terrified at the Queen who ordered “Fast, we must reach the outside!”

Throwing her arm o your shoulders, you and Queen Alicent stumbled through the flaming hallways, crumbling with the fire.

Finally reaching the gardens, you could breath properly, coughing out the smoke off of your lungs. Once again, your feelings of security was throw out the window when you heard a loud roar.

Immediately, Vaghar stomped on the Keep’s wreckages, spitting fire at the only way out of the garden.

“Shit.” Alicent cussed, trying to stand up doing to the impact of Vaghar’s landing “We are cornered!”

Feeling despair pumping on your veins, you tried to run anywhere, getting the Queen’s wrist.

However, sensing her stillness, you turned back, facing Alicent being impaled by Aemond’s sword.

Letting out a gasp of horror, you let go of her wrist, trying to run away, but you stumbled, falling to the floor.

Retrieving his sword and cleaning it, Aemond tuck it on his belt again, now approaching you warily. “There’s no need to be afraid. Now no one can stop us from staying together.”

“You killed her…” you stated, still in shock, while gazing at her dead body a few feets away from you.

Cooing at you, like you used to do to him when he was still a child, he tuck a strand of hair that stubbornly stayed on you face “I had to, or else, they wouldn’t let us be together. Now we are free to do as we please; we could even marry.”

“…marry?” you repeated his words, dumbfounded “but, I’m already betrothed to your brother, and I never saw you in—“ “Shhh… there’s no need to worry your pretty little head about this right now, okay? That drunkard is no longer of our concern, I already took care of him.”

Still petting your hair, you scrambled with your words “I-But… I don’t want to marry you! You were my little brother, remember? I could never see you in that way!”

Aemond let out a joyous laugh, too excited to finally have you all to himself to be angry at your denial “Don’t worry, darling; you’ll have enough time to you recognize me as a man, and in the future, as your husband.”

You didn’t react when the prince’s lips crashed hungrily at yours. In your catatonic state, you could only think about how your life came to this moment, being fervidly groped by the man you once adored. Your family was dead. Now, you were all alone with your little half-brother, who claimed you as his. Realizing your future, you could only cry silently.

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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 10 months

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Rsa vs Nrc

Riddle vs Alex ( twst Alice Leddle )

Crewel daughter and Riddle are together in town and talking about something they both can relate, as in art and history and Crewel stay closed to Riddle

Malleus + Disomia vs Price Phillips ( twst of that price from sleeping beauty)

Crewel daughter invited Malleus and his friends/bodyguards as she needs help as she have a client of a foreign land to asked to restore agroot ( decorative gargoyle) and needed his help on stone materials that are uncommonly used and she feels very uncomfortable around the human prince for obvious reasons

Idia vs Heracles ( twst of Heracles)

Crewel daughter and Idia are getting some new video games to play together ( legs say Crewle daughter is a secretly a gamer and otaku because y not? ) And she is off putting with Idia cousin and prefer to hangout with the recluse as he's more interesting to be around

RSA vs NRC w/ Crewel Daughter | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Riddle Rosehearts vs Alix Lidwelle

“As the rules state: on the designated day we shall be in attendance of the latest additions of Art in all of Twisted Wonderland.”

“And as the rules state: on the designated day we will devote are time to one another and our enjoyment to Art!”

This is the closest Riddle equates to being a fan of anything

Its one thing to have a textbook based knowledge on images

Than to be with (Y/n) Crewel as she tilts her head at world renowned paintings

“Based.”

“Based? Why?”

“I don’t like the vibe I’m getting.”

There was nothing he loved more than looking at art with you

So much so that he even made it a rule that you two travel to different art museums together

If anything this was his day

That is until he sealed the deal…but until then this a thing

Our thing

Now its almost ruined when the blonde comes skipping in you two’s direction

“What’ya guys doing?”

He can explain or rather you can since the student isn’t even looking at him to answer

“We are carrying out a tradition that we have done for years.”

“Tradition? That sounds..kindof boring? But you can join me for some tea if you want a break at least.”

“Tea but it isn’t even ti-”

“Come on (Y/n)!! Besides why would you want to follow the rules on a lovely day like this?”

HOW DARE HE!?

If his respect for the arts and your non reaction he would have lit the blonde on fire

Better yet behead that arrogant, stupid, idiotic–

“No. I enjoy traditions and its a shame you don’t seem to respect that.”

“W-what?!”

“Come on Riddle we have seven hours left on our ticket. Let’s not waste anymore time.”

“I agree.”

Riddle delights in the red that over takes Alix’s cheeks

And the stomping feet as he prepares to throw a tantrum

The prefect sticks a tongue out from behind your back

Smirking as he offers his arm

“Shall we commence on our adventure on the designated day?”

“As the rules state it, we shall.”

Malleus Draconia vs Prince Paul w/ Restoration Crewel Daughter Reader

You are quieter soul

Opting to work in the silence as you restore and refurbish antiques

That’s probably why you get nervous about accepting a job at the Royal Sword Academy

So you bring support

And who better than the one fae who enjoys gargoyles and you+

So you’ll invite him with you and he’s glowing with happiness

An invitation!

From his beloved no less

You selfishly are quite grateful that he’s a people deterrent

Able to work on your work in peace

That is until Paul comes

“The sound of such lovely sounds!”

“W-what?”

“Ah, and a beauty is the maker! You’ve entranced me with your sounds–”

“Sir, I don’t really–”

“But alas I have yet to introduce myself! Woe is me! The me being Paul Phillip, it has been to long since I–”

“Oh and your just going to keep talking, great.”

But leave it to your resident guard dragon to swoop in and save you

“Ah the Prince of Briar Valley what a surprise to see you here!”

“My mate…friend is uncomfortable with your presence.”

“But she hasn’t-”

“Go now.”

Be sure to convince him not to go full dragon on him

Smile and thank him

And he’s happy

Gargoyles, (Y/n), crushing his rivals, and courting (Y/n)

Its all the great and good times

Now you know you can trust him to protect you

Lilia says that will be enough to proves you

Aww and he was looking forward to deliver a blooody head

Idia Shroud vs Huckman

You’re no gamer

But your naturally skilled at everything you touch

A perfect accessory to Idia’s high-level for multikills

“You have three hours to beat the level, Idia don’t waste it shuddering in the corner.”

“Y-Y-YES MISTRESS!”

Once he gets in his groove your plowing through

And since your actually lasor focused on the game

You don’t notice the way he focuses on your features

Just inches away the lips he’d dreamed of being graced with touch at the very least was so close

If he could just pretend to–

SLAM

“Whoops sorry cousin about your door.”

“Noooooooooooooo!!!!!!”

“Quiet! I’m nearly there!”

He’ll play possum as his cousin insistently shakes him

“Hey i know your not actually dead. Idia? Idia?”

Its you that intervenes making his heart go: Doki doki!

“Retriever boy leave for now I’ll deal with you later. I need him in peak condition for the next hour I’ve granted him.”

He snaps to your side immediately

Keeping his eyes glued to the screen as his cousin let’s himself out

"T-thanks!"

Now which tech-terror will he send to make sure ‘later’ never happens

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sleeplessdreamer123 · 1 year

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Fanfic Idea! (ABO Lucemond, where Rhaenyra dies from Alicent's knife)

Rhaenyra died protecting Lucerys from Alicent's knife after she tried to take his eye.

After that day, Alicent was supposed to be executed, however Otto pulled strings, and though Viserys was extremely reluctant, he was forced to imprison her in her chambers indefinitely, with no one allowed to visit her, instead.

She has gone crazy, screaming that she didn't mean to, that it wasn't her intention. No one cared what she had intended. The Heir is dead. The Queen killed her. That is the truth that rang all throughout Westeros.

Corlys and Rhaenys, angered that Viserys allowed the green queen to live, immediately sprung into action. They told Viserys that Rhaenyra's children are not safe while the murderer, her followers, and her children lived in the Red Keep. They asked that they would live with them, in Driftmark instead. Unsurprisingly, Viserys was adamant that they'd stay, that he had already lost his (only) daughter, and that he refuses to lose her children too.

Daemon then appeared and the three fought to convince Viserys to send Jacaerys and Joffrey to Dragonstone, where Daemon will personally raise and train them alongside Rhaenys. Rhaenys, who was trained since the beginning to be the heir to the king, unlike Viserys, can teach Jacaerys everything he needed to know about ruling. And Joffrey would be taught under Daemon, to raise and train him as a prince and a warrior.

Corlys would have Lucerys in Driftmark, to be raised and taught the ways of the heir of Driftmark. Though Viserys was at first adamant to keep them all there, even going so far as threatening to imprison them, he eventually agreed when he saw the three boys and their cousins gathered together, crying their hearts out.

And so, they left, and it was a horrible thing, to convince both Jacaerys and Joffrey to let go of Lucerys so soon after they lost their mother, and to hear Lucerys crying, begging them not to separate them, but it had to be done, and so they were separated, with Lucerys only having Baela as company. Together, they mourned their losses.

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Time passed, and news spread. The two princes in Dragonstone grew, both presented as an alpha, but the one in Driftmark...

He presented as omega. What shocked the people was the fact that Corlys was insistent in keeping Lucerys as heir, despite it all. But they remembered how he fought for his wife's claim, and now, it was less than surprising that he continues to fight for his grandson's. Unfortunately, he had to fight once more in the Stepstones, calling Rhaenys and Rhaena back to Driftmark, with Lucerys already acting as heir despite his age.

It was to no one's surprise that Vaemond, coward that he is, decided to go against his brother's claim after ensuring that his brother is injured in the Stepstones. He plotted with Otto, who managed to keep his position despite everything, and the hearing was set.

Daemon, Jacaerys and Joffrey first arrived, and everyone was curious to see how much they changed. Jacaerys was calm and collected, a charming man, he had the stance of a proud general, one that is used to leading and fighting, a perfect mixture of one taught by the Queen Who Never Was, and the Rogue Prince of the City. Joffrey, unfortunately, was taught entirely by Daemon, and it showed. It was like the second coming of Daemon, a charming little boy, but there was a viciousness hidden in him.

Then came Rhaenys, Baela, Rhaena, and Lucerys. The crowd that gathered couldn't help but stare at Lucerys. Ignoring his coloring, he was the mixture of both Rhaenyra and Aemma, his face schooled like Rhaenys, calm, without a hint of anxiousness. Like he just came to visit instead of the truth, where he had to defend himself and his claim. He had long lost his need to hide behind the people he loved. Corlys ensured that he would be able to stand on his own, to have pride in himself.

He wore a dress his mother would have worn, a dress with the designs of old Valyria, but instead of black and red, like his brothers, he wore blue. What made it all scandalous was the fact the he, an omega, came into court collarless.

Jacaerys and Joffrey all but ran to him, and his facade cracked, revealing a sweet smile reserved only for them.

Jacaerys and Lucerys walked around the castle walls, Daemon had a hard time taking Joffrey away, since they needed to see his brother, the King, and Daemon did not trust Joffrey out of his sight.

Jacaerys and Lucerys strolled around like they had lived in the Red Keep all their lives, ignoring the stares, and eventually made it to the training grounds, where they saw their uncle Aemond defeating Cris Cole, apparently not caring for tourneys.

When he turned to see them, he ignored Jacaerys, and his eye lingered on Lucerys. Specifically on his shoulder and unprotected neck. Lucerys and Jacaerys glared, for him, their mother died. He owed them a debt, and sooner or later, it will be paid. They soon entered the courtroom, and glared at Otto, who dared to sit on the throne.

When Vaemond was finished with his bouts, Lucerys began his own, until Viserys came to defend his grandchildren. Viserys reinstated Lucerys as heir to Driftmark, ignoring Vaemond's words, angering him enough to call the three bastards, and Lucerys, an Omegan whore.

He kept his tongue, the rest of his head, however, separated from his body, and Dark Sister was fed with blood again.

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With the dinner comes the problem. Alicent, for the first time in years, was allowed to leave her room, to the anger of every single person besides the greens.

The argument started when Viserys decided to betroth Lucerys and Aemond.

All hell broke lose, however, when Alicent called Lucerys "Rhaenyra", and he asked if she planned to kill him too.

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So, thoughts? Violent reactions?

If anyone wishes to create a full fanfic with this setting, please tell me!

#aemond targaryen #aemond x lucerys #lucemond #lucerys velaryon #lucerys x aemond #aemond one eye #alpha aemond #omega lucerys #rhaenyra is dead #alicent went insane

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if Rhaenyra and Laenor married in the Laenor’s Daughter timeline would the line of succession be messed up? cause Rhaenyra is obviously going to claim toddler!Reader as her own the moment she can, putting her above Jace and Luke in the lines of succession since she’s older, right? i feel like Viserys would be supportive if Rhaenyra were to insist the Reader be her heir but only on the condition she take a valyrian husband as to not fuck up the bloodline.

the Blues are supportive because they know Laenor will most likely struggle in producing a trueborn heir and they had claimed her one of their own years ago and are thrilled as the prospect of being queen after.

the Greens are thrown for a loop by the entire situation honestly. there isn’t a fibre in Otto’s body that is willing to overthrow the Reader so he spends the next twenty years encouraging Aegon or Aemond but preferably Aegon to pursue a relationship.

but what really fucks them up is when some dornish prince comes sauntering into the Red Keep, offering his crown in exchange for the Reader’s hand in marriage.

The line of succession will surely be messed up with the reader in the mix. Similar to Rhaenyra’s succession plan, there is an ambiguity in the air. It’s not until Jace is born does the council raise the questions of succession. With Rhaenyra being the heir, it’s no longer about being the first trueborn son but rather being the firstborn child. It will take both Rhaenyra and Laenor to announce the reader being their heir which will put the greens in a tough spot.

Viserys obviously agrees to this decision and both Rhaenys and Corlys announce their support for the reader. In this case, Jace is the heir to Driftmark and the reader is the heir to the throne. Rhaenyra will plan to marry the reader off to Jace with Laenor reluctantly agreeing. But Alicent and Otto secretly plan to wed off the reader to either Aegon or Aemond.

Otto doesn’t wish to take the reader’s claim away from her and at least marrying either one of his grandsons means having his blood on the throne.

If Daemon's son; Viserion is involved. Daemon may push him to wed the reader, after all Viserion is a velaryon and who better to unite the houses than him. It’s a situation made worse when both Daemon and Rhaenyra marry, making the feud between Jace and Viserion much worse and leaves the rest of the court curious on who will come out victorious. Secretly I think Rhaenys would be on Viserion’s side, he’s obviously Velaryon and should be the heir to driftmark but at the same time, he’s Daemon’s son and that leaves one to worry.

It could even be the reason Vaemond gets involved. He probably cares for the reader and can’t stand the thought of her marrying Jace, who he believes is a bastard. Both Alicent and Otto are fully on his side, but it’s all for their own gains. Removing Jace’s claim means Aemond and preferably Aegon a better chance for the reader.

Speaking of Aegon, I feel Alicent and Otto will fill his head with all sorts of questionable ideas. They ensure Aegon seems like the best choice for the reader. They will try to convince Viserys to have the reader stay in king’s landing rather dragonstone or driftmark. She’s the heir after all and must be present in all matters and councils. But it’s all a ploy to get her to bond with Aegon (or perhaps Aemond).

Having the Dorne be involved will just make matters worse. Since Aegon the Conqueror, there have been many attempts to bring Dorne into the fold. Knowing the prince (Qoren) agrees to be under Visery’s rule if he were to marry the reader puts Viserys in a very tight spot. If Viserys agrees, it will go in history books but in doing so, he will also cause the wrath of everyone.

#yandere house of the dragon #hotd x reader #yandere hotd #yandere x reader #yandere concept #house of the dragon x reader #yandere asoiaf

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An Ancient Tale

Part 1

Writer!Yuu goes snooping and finds an interesting story they want to tell you.

I was looking around Crowley's office and found this dusty old book hidden in a secret compartment.

Don't ask why I was there.

Still I doubt he's read in a century so he won't miss it. Besides it's not a textbook it's a story book.

Let's see.

Once upon a time a child appeared. They came from a land far far away or perhaps another world.

They claimed that they were a traveler who was tasked to explore this world and learn all that it holds. They said they had explored many realms and would explore many more. But there was a problem when they fell to this world. They were separated from their friend, another traveler in this world. The traveler desperately wanted to find their friend to finished their task and move on to the next world.

The child of course had no actual knowledge of the world or its language at first. They roamed until they made it to the Court of Roses where the queen taught the child well.

Straight back, eyes forward, and absolutely no mumbling!

The child had to learn many things on a strict schedule from singing, baking, croquet and all things else the queen enjoyed. All was well until another child, a traveler from elsewhere came to wonderland.

The child had hoped it was their dear friend, but no such thing happened. This Alice child only created disorder and chaos where she went. The people of the kingdom frowned upon outsiders now and demanded that both children should leave and a new rule be made.

The queen had her pride but she was a good ruler at heart. Alice and the child were both banished but not without a plan.

The child would be sent far away to a friend and fellow queen.

The child stood before the queen of the fairies and displayed only the best manners as they told their story.

Perhaps the fae queen had a softer heart than what was told or perhaps she had bigger plans. Regardless she took pity on the child and let them stay at the castle. The child lived in a small room hidden in the back of the castle library where prying eyes wouldn't find them.

Every day the child studied under the queen. They traded their elaborate heart-red and rose-white gowns for black robes.

"Your Majesty, I still need to find my friend." The child said tugging on the gown of the fae queen.

The queen hummed in thought. She didn't want the child to go but the child's journey must continue.

The queen sent the child to a place where answers would be found. To the place of the Fairest Queen where the magic mirror would be found.

The child found that the witch queen had very high expectations and demanded perfection. The Fairest Queen wouldn't let the child ask the magic mirror anything until she saw that the child had earned it. So every day the child was set to work with tasks to be finished.

One day a strange man had been spotted in the courtyard while the young princess and the child had been cleaning. The man was quite scary to the child as he was strange and looked at them like meat.

The child fled the the queen's side and told her of what had happened.

The queen was smart and called the huntsman. She had known for some time that the princess's beauty was in fact a curse. As the princess grew the curse would become more powerful until the day she came of age and her beauty would cause men to literally rip her apart to get a piece of her. The queen checked the mirror every day to make sure the curse hadn't surpassed her own beauty as the most radiant woman in the land. She had covered her daughter in soot and grime to keep eyes off her as the queen worked on the cure for the curse but alas she had been found, now there was no telling what that man would do.

The queen had the princess taken away and ordered a pig to be slaughtered. The heart would be used to prove the princess was dead and not to look for her.

The child was sent away as well to pick magic apples as a last task.

"Listen to me child for I have words you must hear. In this world there are a great many blessings to be found but what may sound like a gift could easily be a curse. Be wary of all things gifted to you because only what you do by your own hands can be trusted." The queen said dipping the apples in the potion. " You and my daughter are alot alike she has always hated medicine so I'd often coat her favorite fruits with it."

The child saw how how much she cared no matter how it appeared like she didn't on the outside.

The queen was true to her promise and asked the magic mirror to show where the other traveler had gone. The mirror showed images of far-off sand dunes and a young man making his way through the land.

The child smiled and glee and thanked the queen who promised to send the child to an old friend of hers. He was the sorcerer of the sands.

When the child left for their journey the queen had mentioned being busy as she had to invade a kingdom of a man who had stolen her daughter.

The child was sent to the palace of the sultan where they had been ushered to the sorcerer's tower. There they learned the nature of humans. Sweet words disguised true intentions and being smart didn't always equal power, cunning is required to be heard.

The child posed as a ward of the Sorcerer and had to learn the ways of this ruthless land. They often took shelter inside to stay away from the dangerous streets. They would rather avoid losing a hand after being accused of stealing.

"Why doesn't the sultan do something?" The child asked.

The sorcerer grumbled before responding resolutely.

"He lives in ignorance. That is why am his vizier. However only so much can be done to stop disorder when your leader doesn't pay any attention."

The child didn't understand but listened to orders. They even listened to the constant complaints of the princess who they didn't understand either. She talked about leaving the palace constantly, not knowing just how good she had it there. Say what you want about a guided cage the child had known what it was like to be without food or clothes.

But that was long ago...when they were alone. Before their beloved friend found them and they journeyed here.

Still, the child could understand the princess's wanderlust even if the princess knew nothing of the world.

It wasn't long before the vizier planned to leave on a trip and the child begged to go as well. They wanted to search for their friend only to be brushed off and admonished for being impatient.

The child unwisely decided to sneak out of the palace themselves following the princess but lost her in the crowd.

The child ordered the guards to look for her.

But what twist of fate that when the child found not only the princess but a thief and...her friend!

It was clear to see that they had taken different paths. The child wore fine silks while they're friend wore clothes made for wondering the sands.

Their friend was equally happy to see them until the child asked for her friend to come with them but didn't trust the thief that was with them.

"He's my friend. You can't just judge him for his looks. Why are you siding with those guards?" He said staying close to the thief.

"Im not. He's a thief and he was found with the princess. He will be taken for questioning. I'll vouch for his innocence of kidnapping her highness. The vizier will handle this fairly." The child said gesturing to the guards.

The friends argued and neither seemed to understand the other. They had been divided by the customs of a land neither truly understood and adapted differently.

But the guards betrayed them both as they took both the thief and their friend away despite the child's protest.

Reluctantly the child and the princess were taken back to the palace. Both having been separated from someone they trusted.

When the sorcerer returned the child begged him to set her friend free from the dungeons. Of course when the cell was opened it was empty as her friend had escaped. As for the thief, that is another story about where he went.

Disheartened the child tried to understand, however they blamed the thief for everything. And they didn't like the Prince Ali fellow who arrived shortly after.

"Lies are the enemy of logic, child. The truly wise have no need of them." The Sorcerer said pulling the child away from the display of dancing elephants. "Without insight and consideration, you will become like the countless fools who fall for flashy and dangerous displays. Think about if you'll trust someone just because of a past friendship."

The child knew deep down her friend was still close but this place...this wasn't the right time. To much about this situation felt like a kettle boiling over.

They departed from the land of golden sand to return lands of the fey queen. They had to reconsider what comes next. On the morning of their departure a note was left on their pillow.

"I'm sorry. I know you were just doing what you thought was right. Don't worry, I'll find you again. I just have to finish what i started."

They left in a lighter mood.

They traveled for many days until they reached the docks to board a ship head for the Shaftlands.

But a storm struck and threw them overboard. Had it not been for the generosity of the sea witch who had saved them.

On a desolate rock the sea witch offered a deal to them so they could survive without dying there. The child could only offer their service to her as long as the sea witch protected them.

A deal was struck and the child gave up their legs to work for the sea witch.

It wasn't a bad life, they ran errands for their mistress in the coral city. But the kingdom was loud and bright filled with sycophants who were obsessed with beauty and song. Everyone was content to float away their days while those outside the city walls were the ones who hunted in the open sea and brought back the food they indulged in.

The poor child had no beautiful fins, only the visage of their mistress. The other children of the kingdom did not take kindly to their appearance and mocked their legs and colors along with their unfamiliarity with their customs.

When they would return to their cave home they would need comfort from their mistress.

"Don't listen to those sea urchins dear, you are very beautiful. Prettier then most of those fools with the most deep and vibrant colors ever seen. Our kind can change our colors as we wish which is more than they can do. Not to mention we are smarter too." She said seating the child a her boudoir.

The child watched their mistress make deals with the mers that left their golden city and every time they wished for petty things they could obtain themselves if they just tried. But no they wished for the easy solution but could not pay the price for it. Honestly, they likely had never been told no and their loves and the sea witch wasn't going to be the first.

One evening while her mistress was busy with of an important deal the child went out searching for oysters for dinner. A familiar face appeared, none other than her friend whose appearance had changed as well as he wore the tail of a dolphin of all things.

The excitement of reunion as crushed under the weight of previous events. Still they were happy to see one another.

"I can't wait to tell my mistress. She'd be pleased to meet you. I'll have to talk about our deal though." They said.

Their friend asked many questions but when they realized it was the sea witch they spoke of their expression went sour.

"She'll curse you if you do that. What made you crazy enough to make a deal with that hag!" He yelled.

"Well, she's treated me better than anyone down here. She saved me and I owe her. I like her." They said indignantly.

After arguing their friend swam away in a huff, however, the next day guards returned. Their intent was the apprehend the child for entering the city on behalf of the banished sea witch, something that wasn't actually a crime. During the chase, the child was wounded but thankfully escaped. What hurt most was that the person who was holding the spear to pin them down was none other then are frirend. As they returned to the cave their blood drew the attention of the sea witch who took pity on them.

"What hurts more than a wound is betrayal. I would know." She said wrapping the wound.

The sea witch said that they are served their purpose well but it was time to go.

"You are far too weak to survive the seas. You must go where your strength can grow."

The child was sent to the surface once more with a potion in hand.

When the found shore they drank the concoction and returned to human form. The land however was unfamiliar and they were now lost, alone and very naked.

Had it not been for the hyena people of the lands who found them they would surely have died. They fed and clothed them with what meager resources they had. In turn, the child helped how they could.

The child found kinship but missed their old life. They had once lived in palaces and courts but they had long since became an outcast. They also could clearly see that they were not so little as they once were, these years since their arrival in this world had welcomed change. They were reaching their teen years now but they were still too young for many things as the adults said.

Youthful courage is a powerful thing. So powerful the child desired to seek change from the royals who cared little for the hardworking hyenas and the other beasts they called scavengers. The other young beasts agreed as they protested. The child sought an audience with the king but was brushed aside but the king's brother listened even if half-heartedly at first. He said he cared but he had little power to change the king's mind. That was until the child told him their story of everything they had gone through.

Overnight the prince gathered the people of the slums and gave speeches and protested. The child had a new cause to believe in and fought for it. That is until everything went silent in the capital. The king was dead, an assassin had taken his life and the young prince was too young to rule. The royal family was wrecked with grief. The throne could only go to the king's brother who sent the young prince away to be protected until adulthood. The new king was more distant now but he never forgot his promise that all beasts would be equal whether they liked it or not. A new age would come to pass.

End of Part 1

The child had the fortune of being present at the coronation ball of the new king and like fate intended an old friend reared his head. This time the child did not fight. They simply accepted that this was how things were. Their friend tried to convince them not to side with a usurper and that this was against the order of things but they didn't listen.

They would never see eye to eye ever again.

#writer!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #yuuniverse

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Courted by the Dragon

Chapter 2 - A Court of Sharks and Dances

Aemond Targaryen is both the cause and witness to the greatest humiliation of your life. You would rather die than see him again. Yet summer at court and the precipice of civil war have other ideas.

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Several weeks after your meeting with Aemond, a raven arrived at Storm's End, inviting your family to spend the summer in Kings Landing at the bequest of Queen Alicent.

The letter marked an unexpected turn of events for the Baratheon family who had never been favoured by the Queen and, though you were quietly suspicious of Aemond’s involvement, you couldn’t be certain.

Either way, your father certainly was pleased by the request. Spending the next month boring you all with the rules on how he expected you to behave at court and how it was high time his three eldest daughters found a suitable husband.

You, on the other hand, were more concerned by how this invitation would lead you straight into the dragon's den and path of the very man you’d been trying to avoid.

Vhagar had been spotted more than a handful of times gliding over the bay these past few weeks, and you had certainly not ventured down to the beach in all that time. No, you had hardly left the castle walls, and mortification had stuck to your skin like a blemish only you could see.

So, when the time arrived for you to leave for Kings Landing, you were not in high spirits. Not that your family noticed. Too busy with their own thoughts on the power and position which could be gained from a friendship with the crown, they barely listened when you feigned illness or tried to make excuses to grant you leave from the journey.

Afterall, refusing such an invite would be akin to madness. No, in your mother's opinion, nothing could make a girl feel better than a summer of opulence and splendour in the Red Keep.

Jousting, dancing, feasts and handsome young knights. The upcoming festivities should have been the stuff of dreams for an unmarried high-born lady such as yourself. But you were descending into what felt like the beginnings of your own personal hell.

Unlike your sister Cassandra, you were not accomplished in music or the arts. Nor were you fun and vibrant like Maris, who was always the epitome of charm and wit.

Defiant and sour was how Septa Orella had often described you and that was on the days when you’d tried your best to behave like a lady instead of muddying your dresses. Though you were older now, you supposed not much had changed since then. If it had, Aemond would not have caught you splashing in the waves like a naughty child.

But it was too late to do anything about that now. Aemond had seen you that day and, if Septa Orella was still alive, you were certain she would have enjoyed knowing you were finally getting your comeuppance. Not that you would have dared to tell her your reasons for wanting to avoid Kings Landing. That was a secret you hoped to take to the grave, yet you had the terrible suspicion it would soon be revealed for all to hear.

It took over a week for your family's carriage to finally make its way through the bronze gates of the Red Keep. You supposed this moment was inevitable, yet it still came as quite a shock, your nerves frayed, your stomach churning. The only comfort was the cover of darkness and the late hour which provided you one last night before you had to face the other courtiers and, of course, Aemond .

You were met by a servant who had been standing by for your arrival, and he escorted you all to a suite of well-appointed chambers which had been readied for your stay. You even had your own room. A large four poster bed commanding its centre, curtained with heavy green brocades which matched the sumptuous quilt and feather pillows. On the nightstand, there was a stack of leather-bound books, and the window was furnished with a velvet chaise on which to read them.

Everything was perfect, and you would be quite comfortable here if it wasn’t for the gnawing dread which squeezed your insides every time you thought of a certain dragon prince. And there was no remedy for that . Only resignation, though you did not want to accept the idea of actually having to see Aemond until he was standing right in front of you.

In the morning, breakfast was brought to your family's chambers on gilded trays along with a roll of parchment which summoned you all for an audience with the Queen.

Again, you tried to make an excuse which would allow you to stay behind, but Borros Baratheon had no interest in the complaints of a daughter. So, when breakfast was cleared away, your stomach only filled with nerves, you had no choice but to follow your family into the Red Keeps imposing hall.

You were announced, one by one. Your father, mother, Cassandra, Maris and then you. All presented to Queen Alicent who seemed as uninterested in your arrival as her son, Prince Aegon, who was standing by her side.

Princess Helaena, however, was very excited by the appearance of three young ladies and was quick to greet you all. Without having to ask, she explained that Aemond was not in Kings Landing at present.

He was hunting with Vhagar in Dorne and, though the thought of him racing through the sky on dragon back made you shiver, you were suddenly free, and a whole world of opportunity seemed to open up before you.

Perhaps you would not see Aemond at all, what an enticing thought that was, even if you knew it wasn’t true. Still, you would not see him for a while and that felt like long enough.

When you were allowed to leave the great hall, you joined Helaena and your sisters for a stroll in the rose garden and you were surprised by its beauty.

Roses clambered and sprawled for as far and wide as the eye could see. Every shade of pink imaginable punctuated by froths of lavender and bright purple spears of salvia. It smelled divine and hummed with the buzz of a thousand bumble bees.

Accompanying you through the turns of the garden were a gaggle of wealthy suitors, who were like sharks in the water at the smell of fresh young blood. Yet even they did not deter from the roses.

You’d brought a book from your room to allow you an excuse to avoid eye contact with Aemond. Now you had every intention of reading it under the shade of a good tree, but Tyland Lannister had other ideas.

“May I join you, Lady Baratheon?” he asked gallantly, sweeping his long golden cape over his shoulder as he knelt on the grass before you.

Though much older than yourself and of no interest to you personally, he was master of ships and favoured by the royal family, so you had no choice but to smile and say, “of course, My Lord.”

He sat a little too close, his expectant eyes waiting for you to entertain him with small talk and flattery as young ladies are trained to do. But you were not as well-bred as your sisters, nor did you have any interest in the men at court.

You held his stare, your fingers quietly itching to open your book, but he was not deterred.

“I trust your journey here was pleasant?” he said.

“As pleasant as can be expected, my Lord.”

“And you find your quarters here to be suitable?”

“Indeed.”

“That is good. Will your family be attending the dance this evening?”

“I believe so.”

He smiled, satisfied and not at all deterred by your clipped, formal answers. In fact, the conversation continued like that for quite some time. Even when you made haste to escape from the shade of the tree in favour of the sun. Lord Lannister took it upon himself to escort you around the grounds with a keen interest in everything you had to say, and he was not the only one.

After a while, you were joined by Lord Karstark and Ser Harrold, all three of them vying for your attention in a manner you were wholly unaccustomed to. Your fathers banner men would never be so bold in their pursuit of his daughters, and you had never been outside the boundary of the Stormlands before now.

You were relieved when your mother finally called you to tea and disheartened some hours later when it was time for the feast and the first of the summer dances.

Still, you had no choice in the matter, though you would rather stay in your room and make good use of the chaise and your stack of books. It wasn’t just Aemond you wanted to avoid; it was court. It didn’t seem to call to you like it did to Maris and you envied her excitement and her gown.

Hers was new, the prettiest shade of sage green velvet while yours was honey yellow silk. You loathed yellow. But that was the price of being a third daughter. It had been a beautiful dress on Cassandra, now it was too old and unstylish for the eldest of the Baratheon girls.

You had complained of such maltreatments when you were younger. But your mother had always said ‘your face was your bauble’, and it had meant as little to you now as it did then.

The saving grace was your shoes, and they were beautiful indeed. Black velvet pumps which Cassandra had painstakingly embroidered with dainty flowers and vines while hers were plain.

So, deciding to at least try to enjoy the evening, you entered the hall, which was bursting with life and vibrance and, when it came time to dance, you were certainly not without partners.

In fact, you were spoiled for choice though Tyland Lannister seemed determined to commandeer your hand at every opportunity. If you were to be honest with yourself, you enjoyed the attention, and the twists and turns of each dance with greater pleasure than you’d hoped to achieve. The music was merry, and the elderflower wine drank like sugar syrup before swirling happily in your veins.

And that’s how it was for almost two weeks at court. Fun and Frivolity.

After the first few days, you’d almost forgotten the reason you didn't want to come here in the first place. You enjoyed all the lazy afternoons in the garden and looked forward to the evening entertainment with as much excitement as your sisters.

Ser Harrold, a knight of the realm and the second son to his father’s modest estate, had quickly become your favourite dance partner. Though your hand was still very much pursued by the master of ships. So much so, that your father had begun to imagine Tyland Lannister might even propose. An idea which gave you a new dread in the pit of your stomach.

So that night, some thirteen days after your arrival in King’s Landing, it was Tyland's attention which you were trying to avoid. So preoccupied with evading his advances, you couldn’t be certain just how long Aemond Targaryen had been witness to the whole scene. Only that when you noticed him, lurking in the shadows at the edges of the room, you could hardly look away.

The wine had begun to make you feel as light as a feather, but Aemond’s presence seemed to ground you to the floor like a boulder. The dance no longer feeling as merry and Ser Harrold’s arms becoming little more than a prison for Aemond’s scrutiny.

When had he returned?

Why did he look at you like that?

When the dance with Ser Harrold was finally over, you said ‘goodnight’ and retreated to your room without sharing a single word with another soul and certainly not the dragon prince.

Then in an act of self-indulgent madness, you tried to fool yourself into thinking he might have forgotten all about that day at the beach. Or at least forgotten the finer details, yet you could remember them all.

The way he had looked at you, the curve of his smile and the soft commanding sound of his voice.

You had never hated someone until then and you hated Aemond Targaryen more than anything.

Why couldn’t he have stayed away?

The next day, the routine was practically the same as every other. Breakfast in your chambers followed by an afternoon in the gardens. Only this time, the men who had been begging for your dances, could barely look you in the eye. Even Lord Lannister had no interest in the usual small talk and left the gardens almost as soon as you arrived.

You couldn’t stop the knot which formed in the pit of your stomach. Or the gnawing realisation, that while all the other young ladies were flirting and laughing with suitors, you were cast aside. A solitary figure in a crowd of couples with only your book to keep you company until it was time for tea, and you were certainly ready for it.

You’d never spent such lonely hours in the company of so many people before, and you were certain it was no coincidence.

Had Aemond told the men at court of your indiscretion?

Would he shame your family for your actions that day on the beach?

What was worse, you had nobody you could ask without risking exposure. No, better to hold your head high and remain as calm and unshaken as possible in the face of utter social annihilation.

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Thank you for reading! So many people found this story so quickly which is exciting. I wrote most of this story at the start of last year and I wasn't sure if I was going to publish it but I'm glad I have. Hopefully I'll be able to post another chapter or even two before I return to work and real life in a few days. But what do we think so far? Has Aemond revealed all? Or something else?

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gay-dorito-dust · 1 year

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Full fic idea credit to @goldensunfyre (might need to make this a two parter idk the ending was kinda shit and rushed.)

And thanks to @targtowers for this thought 💭

Heavy is the head that wears the crown.

Aegon was slinking through the halls of the Red Keep from sleeping in the chambers that use to be yours; Hoping that your scent still lingered on the pillows and sheets like they did the night before your family’s departure back to Dragonstone, when he heard that the King was dead. He had long since accepted from a young age of the harsh reality that Viserys never wanted anything to do with him nor his siblings; Refusing to view or accept them as the children of his loins. Due to Viserys’ attitude, Aegon didn’t feel it was his place to mourn, to cry over a man whom he shared blood and a last name with and nothing more. Instead he felt like he was hearing the passing of someone else’s father rather then his own; incapable of mustering any words of condolences for his sister as he wasn’t at all that close with the decrepit king.

Aegon felt nothing, no remorse, no sadness, no anything. He just felt numb, his foggy mind lost amidst the implications this had on him specifically. He remembered nights where he’d stay up, staring up at the starry skies that hung above his head like the crown he was promised to wear. He wondered that if instead he were born a girl much like Rhaenyra, and if his life would be remotely any different then it was now? Would he finally have Viserys’ eyes on him for once, shining brightly with pride whenever he entered the room instead of dimming with disgusts? Would he finally have the love and care that he had been deprived of all his life? Would he finally be the apple of his eye like Rhaenyra was and defend him and his illegitimate children from all discrepancies until his last breath? Turning a blind eye to his multiple shortcomings and protect him like a father should?

Whatever maybe the case, Aegon was born the first male during Viserys’ second marriage to Alicent. A fate he could not change no matter how much he would plead to the Gods, both old and new. The pressure that came with being the firstborn was never a task he was built for, Aegon never claimed to be strong enough to bear the accursed burden that befell all firstborns in Westeros. Nor did he claim to be strong enough to meet the expectations of his peers to become the perfect prince; For it seemed that no matter what he did it was met with either dismissal or disregard more so from his mother then anyone else. Aegon didn’t need to be told that he was unbefitting to become the future king, the troubled prince was more then aware that he was unfit to rule, unfit for duties he was unsuited.

If he could rid himself of the crown, the throne and strip away his titles, throwing them elsewhere without an ounce of regard for some other aristocratic nob who wants it, he would do so in a heartbeat. It was just unfortunate that he couldn’t. Aegon lost the right of growing up like a normal child; Forced to kill that version of himself with his own hand as his mind was plagued with thoughts that one day his step-sister would reclaim the Iron Throne that was promised on dragon back, taking his head with her as a consolation prize. He regretted it, regretted ever giving his mother the time of day to hear her indecent monologues about procuring the future, for not only him but his future kin also. The kin he firmly believed at one point that he was going to have with you, not Heleana.

Jaehearys and Jaeheara could’ve been yours and his children for when he has asked Alicent if there were ever any plans to have you marry him. She claimed it had been a thought in process that was immediately discarded with your younger brother, Lucaerys, took Aemond’s eye that night on Driftmark. Aegon didn’t know what hurt more, knowing he was originally meant to marry you or the fact that due to your rivalling families, it forced a wedge in your relationship; Causing an ever growing rift to grow between the two of you until it was apparent that neither of you couldn’t recognise the other anymore. Without wanting to be caught like a sitting duck, Aegon hastily rushed to his chambers; Changed out of his clothes to the assortment he wore whenever he payed the streets of silk a late night visit, to then take off into a secrete passage that lead him into town when he heard the sound of footsteps leading up to his chambers.

It didn’t take them long enough for Aegon’s liking to figure out that he had gone missing, seeing as he was still in the midst of locating a believable hiding spot. Then again he felt stupid for underestimating the very people who’s occupation were to oversee his comings and goings. While the Red Keep was filled to the brim with servants, gardeners, guards, knights and so forth; He was the future king of the Seven Realms so it made all the more sense for his recapture to become top priority over someone more replaceable. Aegon had to admit, they were quick to catch on that he had left but even quicker to discreetly dispatch the Kingsguard to go after him without raising suspicion within the public. Which only meant that it was a matter of time before he was brought back to the feet of his disappointed mother and grandfather kicking and screaming. Originally he was planning on hiding within The Great Sept but quickly disregarded it once he saw the cloaked hooded figure of his brother, Aemond and Ser Criston Cole.

Whom in Aegon’s honest opinion looked like a right nonce with that stupid hat on his head. The runaway Prince had to console his snickers behind his hand because the knight looked that stupid in his inconspicuous attire. If anonymity was what they were going for, they missed the mark by a mile but given his one reputation, Aegon couldn’t excuse himself from his own criticisms either. “Shit.” He hissed, pressing himself up against a nearby wall, when Aemond’s eye shifted in his direction. Despite being the eldest, Aemond somehow managed to put the fear of god in Aegon, sure he would take the piss now and then but it was comparatively light then to the teasing he dished out when they were younger. Another instance that the events on Driftmark truly changed the course of everything, if not then an indicator for even worse things to come. “You seen him my prince?” He heard Criston ask Aemond, clenching his eyes shut in hopes that his brother would give him mercy just this once.

“He went this way.” Aemond replied but instead of hearing footfalls coming towards him, they were heard going in the opposite direction of him. Aegon heaved a sigh of relief he didn’t know that he had been holding onto the entire time. Thanking the gods for once before peeling himself away from the wall and began making his way to his second option. The Dragon Pit. His backup plan was more hastily put together then his first, it wasn’t fool proof and it was bound to be intercepted should Aemond change his mind for leading the hunt elsewhere. Aegon surmised that if he could reach the pit before his captures caught up, he could take his dragon and fly to Dragonstone, to you; Proclaim Rhaenyra as the rightful heir to the Iron Throne and hope for all responsibility to drop off his shoulders like deadweight so he could fixate on working your relationship to where it once was.

Aemond can have Heleana because all Aegon ever wanted was you; Growing up together since children, you were quite possibly the only person Aegon came to genuinely care for because you cared for him once upon a time ago. Your arms were the first thing he wanted to be within whenever Viserys or Alicent forgot that he too was a child; Holding him tightly as his tears soaked your shirt before helping nurse the blistering red hand marks upon his cheeks by means of a cold compress. Not only did Aegon remember you as kind but also as someone who was unafraid to go against the status quo, as you would often partake in sword training with your brothers, Jace and Luke, alongside Aemond and himself under the tutelage of Ser Criston Cole. The knight was against the idea of you joining at first but when you proven solidifying points as to why you should uptake a means of defence, he merely sighed before gesturing you to pick up a sword from the sword table.

The triumphant look upon your face was one that Aegon would never forget even as he was laying on his back, looking up at you as your sword poised at his throat. It was a look he’d rather have paint permanently upon your face, for the one he received the night he called yours and your family’s legitimacy into question before a thousand pair of eyes broke his heart. The betrayal written clearly within your eyes as you pressed your brothers beaten and bloodied faces into your side, away from sight. The lines in the sand of which you both stood for had been drawn and still to this day they were never crossed. Things only got worse when Vaemond outright called you, Jace and Luke bastards and your mother a whore before Daemon swiftly silenced him for good with Dark Sister. He and Aemond only made things even worse at the banquet for both families, soon after the fight erupted you had grown weary, tired and downright embarrassed that you slipped away to your chambers. Not uttering a single word about it to anyone.

Aegon wanted to right this wrong for awhile but never found the opportune moment. Which maybe due to his…habits and the fact that Alicent forbade him from doing so. “Where that bloody useless prince.” ‘For fucksakes.’ Aegon thought as he stood froze at how clear and crisp Arryk’s voice was. Which might as well insinuate that the whole Kingsgaurd was looking for him. Great. “Not here that’s for definite.” Erryk replied a little way aways. Aegon just had to peer his head round the alleyway, just as the twins were turning to face his direction. Neither him nor the twins moved for a split second as they stared one another down in awkward silence. It only grew more awkward when neither of them did anything until Aegon finally had enough and bolted down the street leading to the Dragon pit. “Oi get back here!” Arryk exclaimed, giving chase as Erryk followed suit although halfheartedly in comparison “He’s heading towards the Dragon Pit!” He shouted to his brother when noticing where the prince was leading them towards.

“He’s backed himself into a corner then the twat!” Arryk responded, confident in his ability in being the one to capture Aegon on Otto’s behalf; Meanwhile Erryk on the other hand made conscious efforts in slowing him and his brother down by tripping over his own feet and pulling his brother down in the process. “What the fuck are you doing Erryk, get off me?!” Arryk screamed, infuriated with his brothers constant fuck ups this morning. Aegon looked over his shoulder to see Erryk wave him away as he floundered with his brother on the cobblestone, mouthing the words ‘go’ as he struggles to restrain a red faced Arryk. The prince didn’t have to be told twice, he mustered up the last ounces of strength he had within; Running the final stretch of town and towards the entrance of the Dragon Pit before collapsing to his knees in exhaustion.

His lungs were begging for rest, his legs were throbbing and felt as though they’ve been set aflame, sweat laced his forehead and sticking strands of his unkept hair to it. Aegon smiled widely, resting his head against the cold stone flooring, sighing in relief. “I’m coming my beloved, just hold out a little longer.” He whispered to himself in an promise of sorts to himself; Removing the now filthied blue from his shoulders as it was beginning to weigh more then it should, allowing it to pool beside him in a heap. However nothing good ever lasted long enough to be savoured as a voice could be heard from behind Aegon. “Hate to cut your celebration short my prince but the running stops now.” Aegon didn’t move, he couldn’t, he had worn himself thin from all the running across town. “When will it get through any of your thick heads that I never wanted to be king.” He spat, unable to comprehend what part of his blatant rejection of the throne and all it entailed wasn’t clicking with any of them. Were they purely stupid or just didn’t care for how he thinks?

“That’s not your choice to make I’m afraid, so why don’t you be compliant to come back with me to Queen Alicent. She’s been worried sick about you.” Aegon couldn’t help but find humour within the irony of the knights words for he began to chuckle under his breath; Situating himself on the cushioning of his legs in an kneeling position, head flung back so he was staring up at the ceiling. “If she cared as much as you claimed then why didn’t she personally see to it then?” He asked as his throat tightened. Aegon was so close, so fucking close to leaving his accursed home for the one within your arms. Was he cursed to be apart from the one that he holds dear or had his luck with the gods ran dry? ‘Fuck.’ He thought bitterly to himself as frustrated tears began to well up in his eyes, much like they always did whenever he felt an abundance of an certain emotion that he couldn’t keep bottled up or express properly. He didn’t know when this habit came to be but deep down he knew it wasn’t one he was going to be shedding anytime soon.

“She has other more important matters to attend to then to personal see to your capture.” The knight replied, “now enough with the games and come-“ his words were interrupted as the guttural screech of Sunfyre could be heard growing ever closer as though affected by Aegon’s desire and frustration to be free. “Call off your pet.” The knight demanded of Aegon, yanking him by his hair. “I didn’t call him,” Aegon grunts, “he’s calling to me.” He smirks as he saw the life leave the knights face, “so I suggest that you let go of me before the Dragon Keepers are forced to scrap your charred corpse off of the premises.” The knight gulped, letting go of his short platinum locks. His eyes darted to whenever they could for the beast, unnerved by the sudden silence. So when nothing happened after sometime the knight snorted, then he chuckled before finally laughing until his stomach hurt. “Was that it?!” He cried, gripping Aegon’s hair once more, causing the prince to grunt, “was that your ultimate party trick? Hate to say it but I’m not impressed.”

Aegon saw from the corner of his eye Sunfyre’s shadow growing ever larger across the walls as he encroached up the slope. “Well if that didn’t please you I’m sure this one will,” he said, glancing at the knight before looking back to his dragon,“Dracarys.” The knight seemed confused for a moment as he turned to where Aegon was looking, his grip loosened enough for the prince to gain some distance just as the knight was bathed in dragonfire, screaming. Aegon wanted to savour this moment but Sunfyre had other motives as he grabbed Aegon’s exhausted form with his claws securely and wasted no time in flying out of the Dragon Pit and on course to Dragonstone.

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winter-soldier-101 · 1 year

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You are not her! Part 8

Word count:1177

Warning⚠️ 18+ talk of assault and sexual assault

“Rhaenyra I think it best you stay here another day I fear father won’t be with us soon” (Y/N) tells Rhaenyra.

“Why? What is happening (Y/N)?” Rhaenyra asks you.

“I’ve had dreams and I’ve seen what is to happen if you leave. I saw death and felt the pain of seeing it. I need you and your family here” (Y/N) tells Rhaenyra.

“I will stay here (Y/N)” Rhaenyra tells you.

“We need to be close to our father” (Y/N) tells Rhaenyra.

The passing of King Viserys

Alicent stood by as (Y/N) and Rhaenyra took care of Viserys. Alicent got the tea and was about to give it to Viserys.

“What are you doing?” Rhaenyra asks

“Rhaenyra he needs it” (Y/N) tells her.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry you wanted to know if I believe it to be true” Viserys says.

“What to be true, My King?” Alicent asks.

“The Song of Ice and Fire Aegon's dream” (Y/N) tells Rhaenyra as they both sit on the bed near their father.

“I’d thought you remember Aegon his dream the sacrifice you’ll find it is true what he saw in the North the prince that was promised the prince to unite the realm against the cold and dark it is you, you are the one you must do this my little dragons Rhaenyra and (Y/N)” Viserys says as both girls let the tears fall Alicent looks at both and asks.

“The dream that Aegon the conqueror had before he took the the Seven Kingdoms his dream is why we rule and why Rhaeynra is heir and Queen and Alicent if you or your father tries to usurp the throne I will kill both of you so don’t try it Rhaenyra stay with father I have something to do” (Y/N) says as she leaves the room.

(Y/N) makes her way to Otto Hightowers chambers with her loyal guards behind her as she opens his doors.

“Otto Hightower, my father will not make it through the night and I’m here to tell you that you are no longer needed here guards take him to the black cells” (Y/N) commands the knights as they take Otto.

“Make sure the Queen stays in her room and don’t let anyone in till I tell you otherwise to your face” (Y/N) tells the knight.

(Y/N) walks back to Viserys’s room and as he is taking his last breath with Rhaenyra by his side.

“Oh… my Aemma… my love” Viserys says as he takes his last breath.

“Rhaenyra” (Y/N) says softly as she holds her and they both cry.

“Ser Harwin is here and he will watch over fathers body till morning” (Y/N) tells her.

The next morning

(Y/N) walks the halls till she reaches Rhaenyra’s room and opens the door and tells her it’s time.

(Y/N) had gathered her siblings and their children and members of the small council and people filed The Red Keep and (Y/N) addressed the people.

“It saddens me to say my father and King passed away last night in his sleep with myself and Rhaenyra by his side” (Y/N) tells the masses.

(Y/N) takes her fathers crown and puts it on Rhaenyra’s head.

“Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen first of her name Queen of the Andals the Rhoynar and the first men Lady of the Seven Kingdoms protector of the Realm” (Y/N) says as everyone clapped and cheered for her.

The dinner

“Where is my father?” Alicent asks (Y/N).

“He’s in the black cells; he will be let out soon and he will be sent back to Old Town”(Y/N) tells Alicent.

“Why is he there (Y/N)?” Alicent asks.

“He wanted to take the Throne for my sister and I was not going to let that happen. Alicent that’s why you were all locked in your rooms for a little while” (Y/N) tells Alicent.

Alicent looks at you with wide eyes before continuing eating.

“My husband will be here soon Rhaenyra and I will be here for some time with him here but we will leave soon after” (Y/N) tells Rhaenyra.

“Who is your husband?” Daemon asks.

“My husband is Cregan Stark the Lord of Winterfell” (Y/N) says.

“How did you come to marry him?” Daemon asks.

“I flew North with the twins. I wanted to see the North again and I met him and his sister and his new born son and his wife had passed away and we talked and we grew to love each other and married” (Y/N) says.

Daemon didn’t look too happy that you’ve moved on and found love.

Rhaenyra looks at you and smiles “I’m happy that you’ve found love sister”

“Thank you Rhaenyra” (Y/N) says smiling at her sister.

(Y/N) and Rhaenyra were left alone.

“I could never forgive Daemon and Laena and you” (Y/N) tells Rhaenyra.

“I understand that I’ve hurt you by being with him and loving him and for that I’m sorry” Rhaeynra tells you.

“I know Rhaenyra and you can’t help who you love but he hurt and broke me and I will never forgive him for that” (Y/N) tells Rhaenyra.

Harwin knocks on the door and (Y/N) leaves them alone to speak alone as (Y/N) walks back to her room.

“Why him?” A voice says as you close the door to your room.

“What? Why are you in my room Daemon?” (Y/N) asks Daemon.

“Answer me why him?” Daemon yells out at you.

“Because he loves me and cares for me and he loves my children as his own” (Y/N) tells Daemon.

Daemon looks at you and stands up and grabs your face and pulls you close.

“You are mine not matter what you may think you are never going to be free of me (Y/N)” Daemon says holding your face close before pushing you on the bed and pulling at your clothes and starts to kiss you and pull down his pants he starts to force himself into you and on you as you cry out and yell for help but on one came to help.

“Let’s see what your wolf thinks when you have another one of my bastards” Daemon says laughing while walking out of your room not noticing Rhaenyra and Harwin standing their as they finally hear your cries and see Daemon pulling up his pants and they see you laying in the bed Rhaenyra walks up to Daemon and slaps him as Harwin tries to pull her away (Y/N) gets up and grabs the dagger from the table and runs at Daemon and stabs him over and over as he begs for you to stop but you don’t till he stops moving and you drop the dagger and fall to the floor and cry out as Rhaenyra pulls away from Harwin and runs to you and holds you crying.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry” Rhaenyra cry’s out to you.

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written-in-flowers · 2 years

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Hii, love your work!! would you do any headcanons for aegon? or a aegon/aemond/reader-headcanon

Thanks!! I'm gonna go with Aegon (maybe some Aemond) for this one, because I have THOUGHTS:

You know that couple that fights in the middle of a grocery store parking lot, but then goes on Instagram and posts things like "hubby took me out last night! #loml #rideordie #couplegoals #mykinghisqueen'? Yeah, that's you and Aegon.

Y'all are a plague on the Targaryen household. Alicent has so much trouble keeping you two from being TOO out there, you know? When she hears you both started a butt-naked horse race through the Street of Silk, she has to scold both of you. Yes, you're both hungover, and yes, it really was a win-win situation in the end.

You both love playing drinking games. Whether with other people at a brothel or tavern, or in your royal apartments during dinner. You guys enjoy being in each other's company. Everybody else is so boring, and don't know how to have the kind of fun you both have.

You were forced to marry by your parents, since that's what Targaryens do, so you both thought you'd make the best of it. Neither of you is entirely keen on being a ruler. You both hate court life, having to be present at boring occasions and having to listen to courtly rules. You preferred the freedom of city, where coin mattered more than name.

You guys talk about travelling, and do go on small progresses around Westeros, but you both mainly stay in King's Landing. You liked being amongst the people, living like they do, rather than having to always be around waiting on dumb court things.

Couples who shade together, stay together. You each like standing in the corner of a room at formal events and just dissing people quietly to one another. "Have you seen how leathery looking Lady Manderly is? Is that normal?" "I don't think so. She looks like a bag." *clink glasses and snicker*

You guys do have your soft moments. Whenever you're both too drunk to physically do anything, you both start reminiscing about your youth and things that happened recently. It becomes a real heart to heart when you start talking about your parents (take that how you will). He's really tortured on the inside, and doesn't exactly know the best way to handle it, like Aemond. He doesn't like that his mother pushes him so much, and it never seems to be enough. His father hasn't named him heir in twenty-years, so why was Mother so adamant you behave a certain way? He believes he isn't worthy, isn't enough. Then, you come over to him, kissing him softly, whispering that he is.

You have your occasional drunken spats (grocery store parking lot). It usually starts with a misunderstanding or a miscommunication somewhere in the middle. You're both usually super drunk or severely hung over. After tensions cool several hours later, you participate in some very steamy, passionate, rough sex.

Servants of the Red Keep can only recall two Big Fights: after the servant girl Dyana, and when you heard about the child fights. The poor serving girl begged for your forgiveness, crying and telling you what your husband had done. You comforted the girl, giving her over to your lady-in-waiting, before STORMING her bed chamber where Aegon laid fast asleep. Those who can be trusted claim that Prince Aegon tried his best not to wince or limp after several shouts, broken items, and painful screams came from your bed room. You assured your mother that you and Aegon participated in some 'rough play', but really, you kicked the shit out of him. Aegon has not done it again since.

Big Fight Two was after Ser Arryck informed you of your husband's whereabouts. You'd spent some girls' time with Helaena, her twins, and the children you and Aegon shared. You were horrified when you learned what exactly went on in the pit, and what the children were forced to do. Once again, Aegon felt the wrath of the dragon inside you. You didn't speak to him for weeks. You'd never felt so ashamed to be his wife in that moment. You made a motion to the small council to stop the fights and reform the city watch to get rid of the men taking bribes, but...nothing ever happened, because men are in power and they suck.

When it comes to people outside your relationship, you both can be very protective. You'd scratch out the eyes of anyone who hurts Aegon, and he'd punch anyone who dares slander your name. He can't do much, but Aegon enjoys thinking he can fight and who are you to crush his dreams?

Aegon KNOWS how to satisfy you. He's learned your body inside and out, and is eager to please you. He's a sub. He's a boy with mommy and daddy issues who wants to make his one favorite person happy. He enjoys being tied down while you tease him with your lips, tongue and hands. He'd tremble, and blush, and whimper for more before you finally decide he's been a good boy.

***

The times you've considered Aemond, nothing has ever come from it. You've drunkenly offered yourself to him on the nights he carries you to bed, since Aegon is too drunk to do it. He'd laid you down on your sheets before you grabbed his collar and brought him down to you.

You kissed him, hard and deep. You thought he might've given in for a second before he pushed away. He said you were his brother's wife; it would be wrong. You then mentioned in the eyes of The Seven, everything Targaryen did was wrong. There are records upon records of The Faith and House Targaryen being at odds. One little night together wouldn't hurt.

You brought him close again, but he gave another firm 'no' and you dropped it.

The next time came when you watched him and Aegon train in the yard. Aegon sometimes came out for exercise or because you forced him out of bed early, so why not? You kept your eyes trained on Aemond, seeing his tall figure move so swiftly around Ser Cole. How can he move that fast? He's so tall and big! You wondered what else was big ;)

While Aegon went off somewhere, you approached your younger brother. Seeing the flirtatious glint in your eye, he immediately said 'no'.

"You don't even know what I was going to say?"

"I can tell. No, Y/N."

"It'll be fun, though."

"I said 'no'."

"Fine. But, it's always on the table...unless you want it somewhere else."

And that was the end of that, but...maybe like...every so often...you might be thinking of Aemond when Aegon's the one beating your kitty up. He's big. Yeah, he's gotta be. Why else would he keep it a secret??

A/N: hope you liked this one! I've never really done headcannon stuff like this, since I'm so used to writing a fic instead, so this was a fun challenge. Literally just thoughts, not a lot of filter for this one. Thanks for requesting!

Feel free to send them in!

#aegon targaryen #aegon x reader #aegon ii targaryen #aegon ii x reader #aegon the elder #aemond targaryen #aemond one eye #aemond the kinslayer #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd drabbles #hotd imagines

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hello hello, i am here again to make a request, with the dormleader with a male reader who is the prince of their stories(like malleus with philip!reader and riddle with alice!reader) i just think it would be funny (and also bcs i haven't seen people do this so-)

TWST Dormleaders x Prince!Yuu

Dude this prompt has been stuck in my head I just haven't written it for whatever reason so I thank you for giving me an excuse to do so

🌹Riddle Rosehearts🌹

I love this dynamic omfg

Alice’s immediate response to seeing Riddle is to look up, speak nicely, stop twiddling his fingers, point out his toes, curtsy, opens his mouth a little wider and exclaims “YES YOUR MAJESTY!”

Riddle is spooked at first but then goes “At least SOMEONE knows the rules”

Alice is incredibly reckless due to intense curiosity

But everytime Riddle gets onto you, you look up at him and go “But my queen, it was oh so curious”

Hearing your mid-atlantic accent he can’t stay mad at you you’re just too sweet🥺

You’ve been through Wonderland once before so you at least know how to play their version of croquet and a couple of the rules

I feel like a couple of times Alice would purposely break the rules to get collared because he’s so interested in how it works

Alice is just a tad naive due to his curiosity in EVERYTHING so if Riddle and Alice are having tea time and a white rabbit passes by, Alice will chase it

Riddle only knows the story of the Queen of Hearts not Alice In Wonderland so this makes no sense to him

Imagine a very short person running after a rabbit in the fields with Riddle the Housewarden chasing them in his dorm uniform😭

I can’t stop thinking of Alice with puffy blue dresses with ribbon decor, so cute I love

Alice and Chenya are immediate BFFS

Alice keeps calling him “Cheshire Cat” which he doesn’t get but he’s happy to go along with it

That scene when the Cheshire cat is distracting Alice from the Queen during a game of croquet but with Male! Alice, Chenya, and Riddle

Riddle keeps hearing small giggles behind him but he doesn’t understand why

Alice introduces the Hearslaybul boys to the “Painting the roses red” song

It’s their anthem now

AND ALICE WOULD DEFINITELY SING GOLDEN AFTERNOON TO THE GARDEN FLOWERS YOU CANT CHANGE MY MIND

Alice is overall a very happy boy who drags Adeuce on adventures and gives his queen a heart attack but also kiss attacks

Heartslaybul has been a more joyous place with the arrival of Alice

🦁Leona Kingscholar🦁

Isn’t….. isn’t the prince…. cheka

He is

He is the prince

I don’t know how to write this unless I break some moral codes which I’m not feeling up to

I’m sorry :,)

🐙Azul Ashengrotto🐙

Dude

This is everything

He would fall in love with Azul when he hears his singing voice

But of course in proper Little Mermaid fashion, Eric doesn’t know who said voice belongs to

He goes around the school for days, asking if someone knows someone with “The voice of an angel🥺”

This dude is a hopeless romantic who definitely believes in love at first sight (or song ig)

I think Jade catches on pretty quickly to who he’s talking about

He doesn’t do anything for a while until he decides to tell Floyd, who on the contrary thinks it would be entertaining to very much do something about it

Cue a montage of them elaborately trying to get you to realize that the person you’re looking for is Azul but just narrowly missing

This includes the boat scene

Floyd actually did end up knocking the boat over bc he was bored

When Floyd’s enthusiasm dies he’s just like “Yo the person you were looking for is Azul”

Eric: Finally the love of my life has come to me🥺

Eric is very well versed in the ways of the sea considering he spent a lot of his life on it so he knows plenty about the sea life in Twisted Wonderland or is interested in learning

This means Azul would give him a water breathing potion so he can explore underwater

It takes a lot of convincing to get Azul to come with him since he’s still kind of insecure about his octopus form

But when Eric gives him the puppy dog eyes it’s game over

He’s gushing all over Azul telling him how beautiful and majestic he is

Azul almost inks

He actually does when Eric squeezes the life out of him due to excitement

He just loves his octo bf so much🥹

But he’s still a prince so he’ll spoil Azul with his princely manners

Will always pull out a chair for him, lead him in dancing, sword fight someone in his honor etc.

The tweels think it’s kind of pathetic how head over heels he is for Azul but Azul is just as enamored, just less showy about it

Discounts at the Monstro lounge is a given

There definitely was a time when Eric was knocked into the water and couldn’t get back up so Azul had to dive in to save him

Romance

🥳Kalim Al-Asim🥳

This is super cute but Aladdin has no idea how to deal

He’s dirt poor but he managed to land a partner that’s filthy rich

I mean it wouldn’t be the first time

But because of his upbringing that means that he’s become very perceptive of bad people

He probably warned Kalim before Jamil’s overblot, Kalim refused to believe him though because he was so convinced Jamil would never do anything to hurt him

He understood where he was coming from and wanted to say “Yeah you’re probably right” but he knew it wasn’t true

But he also knew Kalim wouldn’t listen to him so his hands were kind of tied

But blah blah blah Jamil’s overblot happened, Aladdin saved the day fluffy stuff

Kalim loves Abu he just wants to give him a little squeeze

Abu is slippery though so he just feeds him food

Abu likes him a bunch because of this

On days where Kalim wants to take Aladdin for a magic carpet ride he’s like “BRO I GOT ONE TOO””OMG TWINS”

There’s a lot of carpet races because of this

But on a night where Aladdin was feeling particularly romantic he serenaded him with “I can show you the world”

Kalim cried

The way that Kalim best shows affection is through material items since that’s something he knows he’s good at

He throws a lot of expensive jewelry and clothes at Aladdin

It’s not like Aladdin doesn’t appreciate it but he doesn’t need those things to be happy

All he needs is Kalim

When he tells him that, Kalim starts crying Part 2

Because of Aladdin’s tendency to swipe things he probably shouldn’t this kind of gets him into trouble a bunch

That is if anyone could catch him

Just like his pal Abu he’s a slippery fellow

Kalim finds it endearing

🦚Vil Schoenheit🦚

No hate to The Prince but he has the personality of a thumb

He’s only gotten two scenes in the movie and doesn’t even have an official name

So I’ll just call him Prince ig

But Vil and Prince are kind of the perfect couple ngl

Vil thinks of himself as a Queen and who better for a Queen than a soon to be King?

Prince simps for Vil so hard

Like I don’t know how to verbally express how much

He would die for Vil, he would kill for his Queen, every formal interaction he will get on one knee and kiss Vil’s hand, the power dynamic is kinda 🫣🥴

This just gives me “loyal puppy dog Prince x powerful ‘will kill you if you touch him’ Queen”

Of course Vil is like 😏

Prince treats him like the Queen he knows he is and Vil is obsessed with the never ending attention

He reciprocates through giving him his full attention whenever he can

Even something as small as a peck on the cheek means everything to Prince

His Queen��

With someone as low as a Prince😳

This cannot be possible😳

But oh it is possible and Vil makes sure he knows that

He loves his loyal lover to the stars and back and he makes sure it’s known by always keeping a hand around his waist

It’s less out of protection than it is possessiveness

But it makes Prince SWOON

Any person who dares argue his Queen’s beauty or strength he will fight

He sees this as saving his Queen’s time

If they can’t take him they have no privilege to even try with Vil

this sounds like sebek omfg

Bridal carrying Vil🥹

🎮Idia Shroud🎮

CRUSTY DISCORD MOD X ANCIENT GREEK HIMBO MY BELOVED

There’s just so much potential here my guys

Even more so if I went by real Ancient Greece that shit was crazy

But this is Disney so I won’t

Hercules knows NOTHING about half the crap that goes on in Twisted Wonderland

“We must sacrifice the finest cattle in honor of the gods””Lol cool let’s play minecraft””What craft is yours?”

I don’t think Idia would have a lot of social anxiety around him after a bit

He’s very knew to everything in Twisted Wonderland, he doesn’t know how society or technology works, he doesn’t know how to dress, etc. so for someone like Idia to take him under his wing he looks up to him as if he was almost a god (only in twisted wonderland ofc he don’t disrespect the pantheon like that)

When Idia tells him of the story of Hades Hercules casually drops the “Oh yeah I know, he’s my uncle”

“….Bitch say sike rn”

Tbh the interactions between your two worlds is very interesting in of itself

I mean it’s obvious twisted wonderland doesn’t have “gods”. Worshipped one’s absolutely but not in the way Earth does

And considering Greek Mythology is a very real thing on Earth but the concept of Hades at least exists in twst means that Greek Mythology exists there too

But they didn’t have ancient Greece

This shit confusing I’ll just stop the existentialism right there

If he tells Idia about his world and origins that’s kind of an existential bend for Idia lol

Like he’s learning that most of the things his dorm has/are involved in was specifically named after an assortment of stories in his partner’s world?

Mind. Blown.

But also we can’t forget the fact that lil ol Idia is deadass dating a DEMIGOD

I don’t think that concept exists in twst but when he explains he like “OOOO BOY😳”

A very muscular man who came through his mirror from a different dimension not only is related to one of the Great Seven but is also the son to a being that is essentially the ruler of their universe????

AND HE CHOSE HIM[Idia]?????

Hercules would use him as a weight while exercising and Idia has his switch out playin Animal Crossing or something

Any time Frisbee is played near them he’s actively shielding Idia

He can’t risk anything after what happened to his (technically) brother Apollo

If you know, you know

🐉Malleus Draconia🐉

This one would be so funny

I’m positive Phillip knows who Maleficent is and her role in his “one true love”’s story

But imagine his surprise when he’s like “The princess is sweet but the dragon fae that’s similar to the person who tried to curse her is kinda😳👀”

He’s a hero who lived long enough to be with the villain

Being from the 14th century he knows just as much about modern things as Malleus does

Meaning Phillip is very suited towards his courting style

Phillip practicing fencing with Sebek or Silver is a must

Phillip desperately wants to see Malleus’ dragon form

It’s not anything he hasn’t seen before and he likes the idea of literally flying into battle with his bf

Phillip knows much about history and arts so Lilia and him get on swell

I think he can play many classical instruments, so he likes to serenade Malleus with a violin or piano

He would most definitely create a rendition of “Once Upon A Dream” for him too

Being a 14th century person who was thrusted to a different dimension in the future, I think he’s really into theatre

Phillip brings Malleus to many plays

Phillip hears from friends Adeuce when dorm leader meetings are held which he relays to Malleus to ensure he’s not left out of important manners

Ballroom dancing together🥺

#male reader #malleus draconia #twisted wonderland #twst headcanons #idia shroud #idia x yuu #kalim al asim #kalim x male reader #malleus x yuu #riddle rosehearts #riddle x yuu #leona x yuu #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #azul x yuu #vil schoenheit #vil x yuu #disney prince #twst wonderland x reader

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onceuponatale · 1 year

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Gifted Woes

A Short Story about a Physical Shield and Alec

You hated your mother, you hated your father, and you especially hated your older sister. None of them understood you and none of them tried to. You were an accident, created on a drunken night when your parents tried to reconcile only to split up again. Your mother was too busy with Bella—the golden child—to want to keep you so you were sent to your father only a few months after your birth. Of course, since you weren’t Bella, Charlie didn’t pay much attention to you either.

To be honest, he did try (which was a step up from whatever Renee did). But you knew he, to be honest, would rather be doing other things. It has always been like that. People chose to ignore you.

That’s likely what molded you into what you were now. An awkward thirteen-year-old that knew more about Frankenstein and Dracula than your very own peers. Perhaps, it was because you related to the monsters in the books. They were isolated, ignored, treated horribly and so much more just for what they were. Sort of like you.

Though, while you liked the monsters between the dusty pages of the many books you read. You never believed them to be real. Really real.

You certainly didn’t expect there to be a whole ruling class of them hidden in a small town in sunny Italy either.

Nor did you honestly want to meet them.

“No! I’m not going!” You screamed, clutching onto the back of the passenger seat for dear life. While you were starting to gain the attention of people passing by, all of which wore strange red cloaks, you didn’t care. No matter what Alice did or said, you wouldn’t go.

“(Y/n), Please be—“

Though you quickly cut the pixie off with another scream, “No! No! NO!”

To be honest, Edward could go up in flames for all you cared. You would not step out of the car with bloodthirsty vampires crawling and mingling in the street all around you. You weren’t stupid. You weren’t ready to risk your life for stupid Edward Cullen, like how Bella currently is.

“Fine.” Alice huffs, finally getting tired of the temper tantrum you were having, “Stay here alone for all I care. I’m going to go help, Bella.”

While the loud thud of the car door shutting echoes throughout the small metal box, causing you to can’t help but flinch, you don’t make any attempts of letting go of the car seat.

For all you could know, you held on to that seat for 10 straight minutes after Alice left. Though to be honest you probably didn’t. With your weak arms, you likely just held on long enough until you knew that Alice was too far away to come back and try to drag you with her.

Stupid Alice and Edward. Stupid Bella for dragging me into this. Stupid Jacob for doing nothing to stop the two idiots.

Now look at where you are; stuck all alone in a stolen car in the middle of an Italian city controlled by the Vampire government.

All alone. All alone…

At this point, you started to grow anxious.

Alice said Vampires can’t be seen in the sun, right? Cautiously, you glanced out the window to look around you. While you weren’t in the sun, you weren’t exactly in the shade either. Did it matter…?

Wait, what happens when vampires step into the sun? Alice and Bella didn’t actually fully explain that.

They go up in flames, right?

But… the Cullens didn’t seem too worried about possibly catching on fire every time they went to school. You would think they would avoid the daytime at all costs if that was what happened.

Does this mean Vampires don’t catch on fire from the sun?

It took you a little less than 5 minutes to leave the car after that. Anxiety about a vampire plucking you up and devouring you due to being left alone rang throughout your thoughts like church bells.

And while you had no clue as to where Alice went, you honestly didn’t care. You knew that wherever the pixie and your sister were, trouble would soon follow.

That’s likely why with Robert Louis Stevenson’s “The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” in one hand and the traveler’s guide of Volterra in the other, you found the sunniest and busiest patch of area in the city and took a seat. You knew you were highly risking the possibility of getting heat stroke but it was much better than getting drained by a bloodsucker.

Though... you sort of wished you had some garlic and a stake on you for extra protection.

You had no clue how much time passed after you sat down. One chapter after another you read. Absorbing the glorious Victorian novel with every word that was inked on the page.

So, you couldn’t help but be very shocked when you put your head down and closed your eyes for a quick break from the sun to be met with the dark empty streets when you opened them back up. What was supposed to be a quick break turned into a many-hour-long nap.

It is then that you truly grasped the situation at hand.

You were–one–stuck alone in the empty streets of Vampire central and–two–had no way back. Literally. It is just now that it hits you that you don’t even know if Bella and Alice would even survive meeting the Vampire government. They sounded pretty angry with Edward from what you got in the conversation in the car.

Plus, with how your family treats you in general, who's to say that if they did survive that they would care to go find you when you went missing from the car?

While you sure hoped Alice and Edward were at least that responsible, they did just go piss off the vampire government after all.

Carlisle.

Your first instinct was to find a way to call Dr. Cullen.

That was partially due to the fact that you hoped he had a clue as to where his children were and the other part was just because you knew the man would at least be kind enough to pick you up from vampire central. The many times he and Esme drove you to and from school when Bella or Charlie forgot was enough proof of that.

A phone. Now you just need to locate a phone…

As you quietly shuffle through the street—poking your head through dark windows like a shadow in the night—your heart felt like it was going to burst out of your chest at any moment. It was at times like this that you wished you tried to convince Charlie a little harder to get you that flip phone this passing Christmas.

As you pass street by street with no luck, you can’t help but freeze in fear as you come to a grand clock tower. The lair. That must be the lair of the vampire government.

To be fair, it seemed to fit perfectly with every description of one from what you read in your many gothic novels. High cold stone walls, dark hollow windows, an eerie big old clock that creaked with every click of its hands, a high old tower that somehow was still stable, and black sickly vines that decorated some of the stone. It was terrifying. Yet perfect at the same time.

However, that’s not what worried you the most. What worried you to the point your stomach felt sick was the open door on the side of the building.

And in that open door sat a secretary, young and beautiful, at a wooden desk. It was as if it was teasing you. For you knew somewhere on the high tall desk was a phone. Likely the only phone in Volterra that you had access to right now.

You hated Bella so much right now.

With a fluttering heart and a stuttering breath, you squeeze your book to your chest and make your way slowly over to the door.

“E—Excuse me…?” Your voice came out louder than you wanted and you found yourself wanting to crawl into yourself as the secretary’s head snapped up from her paperwork to look at you. She seemed normal. Not vampire-like. But yet again, the Cullens didn’t look like the traditional vampire either. “I—I accidentally fell asleep and got lost from my sister and her friends. Is there any way I could use your phone?”

You wondered if English wasn’t the secretary’s first language—it most definitely wasn’t now that you think about the fact you were Italy for crying out loud—as she blinks once, twice, and finally, a third time, before your words seem to process in her head.

“Yes. Yes,” The secretary’s words seemed anxious and rushed as she quickly looked around her. After a stumble of hands and items, you finally see a landline phone placed up on the counter, “Do you know how to use…?”

You nod your head fast and quickly take the plastic item from the woman before she could change her mind. Typing each individual number of Dr. Cullen’s phone number into the landline carefully, you breathe an anxious sigh as you bring the cold plastic up to your ear. The familiar static ringing of the line traveling throughout your ear as you did so.

“Hello?”

For the first time ever, you never thought you would be relieved to hear someone’s voice. It was as if every stress, every anxiety, every issue suddenly came swarming to the front of your mind. Overwhelming you like a tsunami.

“D-Dr. Cullen-n,” You sobbed, tears already plucking in the corners of your eyes and you try your hardest to stop yourself from having snot from your nose run down your upper lip, “Bel—la and Alice and— and Edward are such jerks. They left me— all alone and, and, and I don’t know how to get home, and it’s dark and I’m in Italy, and Alice dragged me here— and— and—“

As your sobbing trails off and you are left to a bundle of sniffles, you can’t help but hear the sound of shuffling in the background of your call with Carlisle. A mix between whispers, running, and yelling in the background.

“Okay. Okay.” Carlisle says before suddenly getting cut off by something in the background, “It’s going to be alright. I promise it’s going to be alright. Esme and I— No, Emmette, Esme and I are coming to get you as fast as we can. Just– Just stay where you are. Don’t—“

However, before Carlisle can finish, the loud sound of crunching fills your ears. Not the potato chip kind either. It takes you a few moments to realize the phone was no longer in your hand and instead a bunch of twitching wires and pieces.

And it takes you a couple more moments to figure out why. Blinking once, twice and finally a third time, you take in the person, or rather boy, in front of you. He looked no older nor younger than you but you couldn’t assume he was the same age. He had dark brown hair, though it could be easily mistaken for black with all the pure black formal clothing he was wearing. However, that wasn’t what caught your attention the most. It was, first, the rest of the phone crushed underneath that very pale hand of his and, second, the scarlet red eyes that stared back at you.

Vampire.

From there it took you even less time to let out a gut-wrenching scream and book it. Though with your hysteria you didn’t run outside through the door you came, you ran through the corridors next to you. Further into the vampire lair.

Each corridor was a maze. Some looked the same while others were too dark to even see. You might have gone down some stairs but you might have also gone back up in your panic. Were you running in circles? You had no clue.

And when you figured out what you had just done, you knew it was too late to go back. So you just continued. Screaming and running, and running, and running. Until you ran face-first into something.

In agonizing pain, you stumble backward un-gracefully and through tear-plucked eyes, you gaze up at what you had run into. At first, you thought it was a stone statue based on what it felt like.

But as you gazed up with deer in headlight caught eyes, you saw the fellow wide eyes of two adult vampires. Both with matching red eyes as the boy you just had met.

You wanted to faint. To hurl. To do something.

But before you could do anything, two cold snakes slither around your waist stopping you in your tracks.

Snakes?

No, you were mistaken. Flashing your eyes downwards, you see that those weren’t snakes. No, they were arms.

No. No. NO.

In a panic, you realize you recognized that ink-black jacket, and whipping your head to the side, you came face to face with the young vampire from before.

The ear-piercing scream that followed from you was that of every horror story writer's dream. If you weren’t hysterical, you would have agreed it was a good one as well.

“Why is she screaming so much?”

If you weren’t in such a panic state and trying furiously to get away from the boy, you would have noticed the approaching footsteps of more people. Or rather, more vampires.

One specific one of a blonde girl the same age as you and the boy with matching red scarlet eyes as the rest and an unhappy scowl.

“No clue, sister.”

At her brother’s monotone answer, the twin could only scoff, “Then why don’t you make her be quiet, Alec.”

“I…” Alec’s voice can’t help but trail off as he continues to gaze at you. Why hadn’t he shut you up yet? He had the power to do so and in more ways than one as well. Yet for once in his life, he couldn’t bring himself to. It wasn’t his usual reason either from the fact he was bored or he wanted to torture the human. He just didn’t know. If anything really, he actually didn’t want you screaming due to him but he would rather die than admit that, “…I don’t mind.”

“What?”

Even with his sister’s venomous tone, Alec casually repeats his answer, “I’m bored. I don’t mind her screaming.”

However before Jane could speak up once more to question her twin again, a hand is placed on her shoulder. Shutting her up as fast as she could.

Both twins instantly snapped their heads up in attention as Aro, one of their masters, gazed down at them; Caius and Marcus stood behind him as well. Not too far behind but also not too close. However, what caught the twin’s attention the most, was the fact Aro cradled Marcus’ hand in his for a moment before gazing down at Alec and the human.

It is as Alec and his master’s eyes meet that Alec knew all that he needed to. He didn’t need Aro to spell it out for him but for the sake of theatrics, Aro did so anyway.

“This is a joyous occasion. Alec… has met his mate.” Aro says with glee, a fake tone of happiness wafting through the air from the leader. Though, the fascination in those ruby eyes of his was nothing less than truthful.

However, Caius’ bitter tone quickly cuts in before anyone could really come to terms with what Aro said, “Mate? The boy was turned far too young to have something such as that, Aro.”

“Yes. It’s fascinating.” Aro hums, seeming to ignore the glare his brother was sending his way, “Though, that is likely why it’s nothing like yours or mine. If I didn’t see through Marcus how different it really is, I wouldn’t have believed it myself.”

As Aro makes his way closer to Alec, you seem to notice the giant black figure approaching you and you froze. Like a rabbit caught by a fox, you finally fell limp against Alec’s grasp. It seemed your heart could no longer take the fear that was shooting throughout your very being, especially as you likely thought you were just about to be eaten. The only sign you were still alive being the tremble in your hands from the adrenaline you were experiencing as you still gripped Alec’s arms for dear life.

“How… cute.” Though as Aro says it, it comes out more like a question than purposeful. He however quickly turns his attention back to Alec before anyone could question it, “Your bond is more… young. Filled with childish glee, awkwardness, playfulness…, spunk…”

As Aro continues to speak to his brothers and some fellow guard members nearby, Alec and Jane can’t help but look at each other. They have always been good at reading each other’s expressions; a form of silent communication if you will.

And it didn’t take Alec even a second to realize what Jane was experiencing. Anger, frustration, Jealousy (to both him and to you), hatred.

But he also saw the other things, like a candle flickering in the wind. Worry, sadness, fear.

“Sister…,” Alec breathes, his voice carrying like a sudden gust of wind as he brings away one of his arms from your waist to reach out to grab her hand. “...It has always been just us, just the… witch twins. But I am positive both of us have thought at least once how nice it would be to have another our age.”

“But—“

“She will like you,” Alec reassures, quickly quelling his twin’s worries, “Fate… would not match me with a girl that would not get along with the person I cherish the most.”

Jane bites her bottom lip and trails her eyes to the ground. She seemed deep in thought but Alec couldn’t tell if it was good or bad. Though just in case it was the latter, Alec decides to put in one last comment to help his dear twin as an extra measure, “Sister… If my mate is here, yours must not be too far behind.”

This catches Jane’s attention and she snaps her eyes back up to her brother, “Really…?”

“Yes.” Alec says, not missing a beat, “It's a change. A big change. But we will not grow from two to three. We will grow from two to three and finally four.”

Silence overtakes the twins for a moment. Jane seemed to contemplate something before opening her painted-red lips once more.

“…I… I like that,” Jane whispers, a small smile playing on her lips as she now gazed at you and Alec knew she was imagining when her own mate would come, sweeping her off her feet, “The four of us.”

This time Alec can’t stop himself from smiling either, “Yes, the four of us.”

As the twins fall into a now peaceful silence, it is soon quickly disturbed by a single clap of a pair of hands. Master Aro, their most precious master, turns his attention back to them and Alec once again knows what is happening next.

So, he makes no rebuttal, no distaste, no nothing as Aro grabs his passed-out mate’s hand. Skimming through her memories with interest and curiosity. After a few moments, Aro seems to skim through them all and carefully drops the human’s hand; returning back to his position with his brothers.

“…We must be fast.” Is all Aro mumbles and Alec perks up in curiosity. Unable to see his Master’s face that was faced away from him, “She is young Bella’s sister. The Cullens will be back quickly to retrieve her if they aren’t already on their way.”

A hiss resounds through the hall from Jane and Alec, and the young boy finds himself tightening his grip on his mate. Like as if he was a child holding onto a sparkling new toy he didn’t want to let go of.

“Demetri,” As Aro calls the elite guard’s name, the Greek man quickly appears, “Go see if you can find Afton to see if you two can stall all incoming flights into Italy. Most preferably…”

“…for three days at the least.”

Those words were all Alec needed to know before he rushed off to his room. Jane quickly trailed after him. A bit of excitement in both of their steps all the way they went.

“How could you be so irresponsible!”

Bella can’t help but find herself pushing more and more into Edward’s side as Rosalie continued to scream at her. Well, more like scream at all three of them. “She’s a child! A child! How could you forget a child!”

“I—“

But nothing except stutters leaves Bella’s lips. How did she leave her sister? No, Why would she leave her sister? It didn’t seem that big of a deal in Italy.

Wait, why was it not that big of a deal to her? Why was it not that big of a deal to Jacob? To Renee? To Charlie?

Charlie didn’t even ask about her younger sister’s whereabouts. Not when she arrived back home, not at dinner, not at bedtime, not in the morning, not while getting ready for school. Never, not ever. Hell, she wasn’t even sure the school had even called yet about her sister’s absence.

Why? Why?

“You know why Rosalie.” Alice answered, surprisingly calm in this situation. Bella couldn’t understand as to why though, “Her ability makes it hard to keep track of her.”

“Yes for humans!” Rosalie growls out, “But we shouldn’t be so easily influenced by such things!”

“We were focused on—“

“Ability?” Bella finally finds the words to speak. Glancing up through wide eyes at her boyfriend, “What ability?”

Silence falls amongst the cullen familu in the room and even after a few minutes, Edward stays quiet. A pained look in his eyes as he stared back into Bella’s brown eyes.

“Tell me...,” Bella whispers, though getting louder as she repeats, “Tell me.”

Finally, Edward goes to open his mouth to speak but Alice quickly beats him to it. Cutting her brother off quickly.

“She’s a physical shield.”

That didn’t help at all. If at most, it raised more questions in Bella’s mind. “What is a physical shield?”

“Well…,” Alice looks carefully over at Edward, “You know how you can block Edward, Jane, and Aro’s abilities even though you are human?”

“Yeah?”

“That could possibly mean you are a mental shield.” Edward quickly cuts in, “Though, that’s just a possibility when you are turned. Nothing is for certain.”

“But it’s still a sign,” Alice teases, finally looking back at Bella, “However, while you block mental attacks, we notice your sister blocks physical attacks.”

The young brunette can’t help but feel her jaw drop. Why has she never noticed such a thing, “She does?”

“Yes, Jasper can’t influence her and Alice occasionally can’t find her.” Edward explains, grabbing his lover’s hand.

Alice lets out a small sigh, “She caught me quite offguard when I met her. It was the first time in my life I didn’t see someone coming!”

“That’s…” Bella was at a loss for words, “That’s in—incredible! I never realized she was so much like me.”

“Well that’s the thing,” Alice says, her voice growing cold as she leans against her mate, “You and other humans didn’t notice because of her ability.”

An eerie silence falls in the room, “What?”

“Bella,” Jasper suddenly voices up, “Can you remember your sister’s name?”

“Of—“ Bella scoffs, “Of course. What in the world are you talking about? It’s— It’s…”

Bella suddenly trails off in the end. Wait, What was her sister’s name? Did it start with a “B” like hers or perhaps a “L” or maybe even a “T”. Wait, Jacob said her name the other day.

…Right?

It is then that an anxious ball forms in Bella’s stomach. Bella has always referred to her sister as her sister. Charlie calls her kiddo. Jacob, her classmates and the pack call her lil’ swan. The parents and other families of the town call her Charlie’s youngest. Hell, even her sister’s own classmates and friends call her Swan.

The heavy cold hand of her boyfriend falls on Bella’s shoulder, “It’s not your fault.”

“I- I—“

“Shhh,” Edward shushes, bringing his lover to his chest, “It’s just… what happens. Physical shields do that. People tend to want to… drift away from them. They want to stay away.”

Bella feels a sob build up in her throat. That’s horrible. So horrible. Just because her sister was born with an ability, she was… she was…

Bella closes her eyes tight as all the times she ignored her sister flash through her mind. She was horrible. So, so, so horrible.

What did her younger sister ever do to her?

Nothing, nothing at all.

“It’s okay.” Alice whispers, placing her cold hand on Bella’s shaking head. No, no it wasn’t. “This feeling will go away in a couple of hours…”

“…you will distance yourself from her in a couple of hours. She’ll…seem just like a dream.”

That was horrible. Oh, so horrible.

Even though Rosalie wanted it, Carlisle never ended up going to Italy. He never gave a reason as to why but everyone knew. Bella’s sister was dead. Long dead. The combination of recognizing the phone number and the sickening crack of the phone on the other side breaking was all the evidence he needed. He prayed her last moments weren’t spent suffering but he still grieved.

Everyone knew Carlisle spent the most time with the young child; much more than anyone in fact. While others very much stayed away from the weird girl, Carlisle saw a different side. That girl was not strange nor weird or even bizarre. No, she was intelligent and humble. Pleasantly much so. She could understand novels and words even those at the college level struggled to do so. Yet, she never bragged. At least not unless she was teasing someone for the fun of it.

Carlisle missed the child’s presence. The way she babbled on and on about new things she read or saw or heard from that week. Or the fact she rolled her eyes or stuck her tongue out every time without fail whenever he dropped her off at school and told her to have a nice day.

Carlisle mourned. He mourned when no one else did. She had no one who noticed her gone; No one to report her missing; And no one who gave her a funeral.

No one. Not one.

It is why he could only be filled with sadness on what was supposed to be a happy day. Bella was graduating and while he was happy for her, he could only feel dread when he was invited back to her house. Dread when he walked around the small house and saw her door. The door to that child’s bedroom.

After a while of staring and light convincing from Esme, he finally decided to open it. His throat felt dry as he walked in. It had been 3 months since she died but her room still stayed the same. He knew it from the layers of thick dust and spider webs that lived in the room.

Nothing was touched. From her red bed sheets to the stuffed animals scattered around the room and even the very precious collection of gothic literature on the bookshelf. Nothing had been moved. As if it was frozen in time. There was even a piece of paper, an essay with the date March 15th on it. The lonely little girl had gotten a perfect score on it and Carlisle couldn’t help but feel hollow. Oh so hollow.

So on this winter day in December, where Carlisle thought he would likely die risking his life for his family, he didn’t know whether he should be relieved or somber. Amongst the many black and red covered figures in Aro’s guard, peeked out a familiar figure.

While she was different: stone-like, with red eyes and dressed in black as well. Carlisle knew it was her. It had to be her. From that mischievous smile of hers as she hid behind Alec, sticking her tongue out at Santiago who—with a glob of snow on the left side of his hair and from how he was scrunching up his own pack of snow into a ball—seemed to be secretly trying to get back at the girl without the leaders noticing, there was no doubt in Carlisle’s mind. It was her.

She was alive. Well technically, Unalive. But by all means alive, and perhaps even happy.

As the confrontation goes on and his family is proven innocent, Carlisle can’t help but turn to look back at the Volturi as his family celebrates in relief. The large ruling coven was turning to leave and Carlisle can’t help but feel a sense of anxiety wash over him instead of relief.

And, before he knows it, he finds himself calling out her name.

While Alec freezes, the youngest swan seems to not hesitate in turning her attention to him. While she looks confused, she doesn’t seem to be angry. Not like how Alec or Jane seemed to be glaring at him. As if the more they did, the Cullen would go up in flames before them.

Carlisle opens his mouth but finds himself pausing. What is he to say to her?

That the mother or father who never checked in are okay? That Bella who never cared about her is happy? That Edward and Alice never meant to leave her, that they forgot? That he thought she was dead and never went on that plane to Italy?

Carlisle finds his throat dry and mind numb as he stares into the youngest swan’s now red eyes.

So, he finds himself saying the only thing he could think of saying,

“…Have a good day.”

While everyone goes silent, most in confusion but a small few in understanding, he feels Esme curl up against his side. A comforting touch caressing his back.

He watches through false venom-covered tears as just like the many car rides when he dropped her off at school, the youngest swan rolls her eyes and sticks her tongue out at him. Before dragging the confused Alec–with their connected hands–as she let out a loud bubbly laugh. Following their masters into the woods and out of sight.

#twilight #the cullens #carlisle cullen #bella swan #edward cullen #alec #alec volturi #jane volturi #aro volturi #the volturi #volturi #demetri volturi

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I’ll be discussing some of my favorite perspectives on each of Night Raven College’s seven dorms and/or their chapters. If I sound like I’m using “fighting words”, it’s not my purpose to roast or insult any characters (I just like reading my own words). A lot of these may also tie into the deadly sin their Overblotters embody. Be forewarned that there will be Chapter 7 spoilers and more in this entry.

Heartslabyul - Rush the Roses Red

For why Heartslabyul marks our first chapter, I’ll get the obvious explanations out of the way first: We know both the game’s title and which dorm’s based on Wonderland itself. Not surprisingly, we get Ace and Deuce as joint tritagonists even before Chapter 1 starts. Additionally, the Queen of Hearts’ role in Alice was relatively short, so it’s easy to see why Heartslabyul would get the shortest hence first chapter in the game. But what I really want to go into is Riddle Rosehearts.

We now know that Chapter 1 is earlier than the writers had planned to explain Blot, but they still use so many puddle scenes to keep us in anticipation. And who better to use than Riddle, the irritable teapot despot? If I’m not mistaken, there were more Blot sightings in Chapter 1 than any other, not to mention how soon we would fight his Overblot. As Chapter 6 would confirm, Riddle easily produces Blot because of both his temperament and his exhaustive use of magic. In short, because Riddle's so quick to anger, he's also quick to OB, which is why he's up first.

Savanaclaw - Pawn Promotion

“If you intend to stay in this dorm, there is but one rule you have to follow. Obey me.” —Leona Kingscholar

What makes Leona so effortlessly charismatic is not only his strength and skills, but more importantly, how he strategically instructs his underlings just like a game of chess (in good faith to Scar’s campaign). As long as his leadership guides his team where needed, Leona can always get away with slacking himself; even the Spelldrive Club attests to this. But the clearest example is in Chapter 2, go figure.

For starters, Leona doesn’t have a high opinion of Ruggie’s UM, yet he invests a great deal into the hyena. Leona turns Ruggie into a serial “assassin” who successfully injures so many potential competitors, including even some vice housewardens. He even gets Ruggie a UM buff to carry a stadium’s worth of people. (When I first saw Chapter 2, I even wondered if Ruggie would be the one to OB instead, tbh.)

As efficient as Leona’s tactics usually are, however, the king himself barely moves a square. When cornered, Leona just drops the ball on his plans, yet Overblots when pressed further. Still, as lazy as Leona is, stepping too close to the king is dangerous for both parties, but on this occasion, he doesn’t bring home a “checkmate”.

Octavinelle - Inciting the Impoverished

In order to make my point about Octavinelle, or at least Azul, I’ll also have to make this about “us”, or the MC. In Chapter 3, we are both Azul’s foil and a testament to his avarice. It’s harrowing enough for the MC that we’re isekai’d into TW with zero superpowers, but now our closest friends are “un-maged” and we lose our only shelter for trying to save them. In the end, we’re left with… Jack—whoescortsintolion’sdenandfindsushelp!!

(…Ahem.) So for once the villain’s challenging the MC, our stakes are direct, and we have to explore options ourselves to protect our livelihood. In fact, this is the only chapter so far where the MC proactively contributes to the story. And although we still need help from reluctant allies, we ultimately come up with a solution that foils Azul’s plans completely.

So why is this significant to Tako Bell? Because the MC embodies everything that Azul’s afraid of becoming: a “nothing”. Azul attributes his own self worth to his possessions, but after his greed reaches the MC and pushes us into survival mode, Azul gets outwitted by someone so empty-handed. In contrast to the MC, none of Azul’s many gifts could prevent Leona from destroying his prized contracts. When Azul is reduced to desperation, even his most trusted Leech Bros. turn on him; at that point, not even Azul’s OB would save him from defeat. Justice couldn’t be more poetic in this chapter.

“Sorry, Azul. You’re just not as dastardly a villain as ___ is.” —Leona

Scarabia - Veiled Venom

At this point, Jamil is notorious for “acting mid” to hide his charts, no small thanks to social hierarchy. But TW does even more to hide our dragons; remember the housewarden greetings? Unlike other dorms, if you’re sorted into Scarabia, Kalim gives you a nice warm welcome describing only the perks of your medicine; no indication of side effects whatsoever. He’s not here to lie, but Kalim’s hospitality masks Scarabia’s fangs as effectively as Jamil’s cookings lure prey.

And then there’s the timing of Chapter 4; as if to keep most of the student body in the dark from Jamil’s potential, Scarabia’s story takes place in the middle of winter break (go figure, the usual tritagonists are off-campus too). As a result, only a relative few are around to witness the first vice warden OB this year.

“Mediocre, nothing. He's easily one of the top magicians in the entire school, to say nothing of Scarabia!” —Azul

But while Jamil is sold as a dark horse and established as Scarabia’s true face, we owe Kalim another look. As carefree as he is, Kalim’s potential is also a crouching tiger. He was able to surprise the Octavinelle guests twice, with a heart strong enough to deflect Jade’s truth serum and an abundantly resourceful UM for the sea creatures to use (ntm Azul’s potential cash cow). Yet, Jamil belittles Kalim the same way he himself dreads and it becomes his undoing in Chapter 4.

"You clearly don't appreciate Kalim's power for what it is, then." --Azul

Pomefiore - Mirror Mirror Magnified

“As I often remind you, I spend more time looking at you than you do looking at yourself in the mirror.” —Rook Hunt

Chapter 5 is no exception to reflecting its mascot in some way, but it’s because of Vil’s pride that the story does a few things new. As a deadly sin, pride is often considered the “mother of all sins” and yet a reasonable amount can also be a virtue. Until Vil crossed the line, the story even justifies the confidence he exudes. Hence my gist: Vil's "magic mirror" is not merely on his wall (nor pocket), but the very world around him.

All of the previous Overblotters qualify as antagonists throughout their chapters, but Vil, despite a few quarrels, has mostly remained on our side. His motives may be self serving, but he puts an earnest effort into training his team. While his critiques may be harsh, Vil explains in painstaking detail why he finds them necessary, if not agreeable. Whatever his faults, I’d argue that Vil’s the most leaderlike out of all the housewardens bar none. And when Vil deserves to be proud, the story smiles on him…

Just as Pomefiore boasts being NRC’s oldest dorm, Vil is representing the whole campus rather than just his dorm (ntm it’s Chapter 5 that recalls “Piece of My World”). Vil's pride continues to be mirrored, now using the coliseum he's performing on. Thus, when his ego does drive him out of line, we fight Vil’s OB in this very location, where the weather now sucks, “repairmen” fill his audience, and the stage is wrecked. (To add insult, the masses were off-stadium to watch Vil's brainwashed rival instead.) Chapter 5's whole mirror theme comes full circle when "Spudling 2" literally reflects Vil's own power against him two-fold, finishing his OB off. This battle even compromises his team’s ability to perform at their best afterwards.

“The skies were clear and sunny before, yet now a tempest rages... Truly, it is like a reflection of Vil's own heart.” —Rook

So we see just how much Vil’s ego can hurt himself, but the story does still give him a lot to be proud of. Even if his OB wrecks the place, Vil’s the first boss we fight outside of his dorm and it’s on NRC’s grand stage. While drawing the line between a healthy pride and its sinful counterpart, Chapter 5 uses everything to reflect Vil in both cases.

Ignihyde - Buried Blazes Burn Blue

“Maybe to Idia and Ortho, this nightmarish situation is the reality and their life at school was more like a dream. One they’ll forget as soon as they wake up.” —Riddle

Sounds about right, we don’t even get a tour of the blue dorm in their own chapter! Instead we get STYX, which is a glorified prison as far as Idia’s concerned and that sums up his mentality. Idia rarely has the heart to explore opportunities outside, but will sing like a canary inside his own fort. But more deeply than the STYX as a whole, the most powerful metaphor for Idia’s heart is Tartarus.

Idia has a dangerous UM buried several stories underground in a fixed location and reaching it is more tedious than its stair count. If a mage’s UM reflects their heart, this tells us just how trapped Idia feels. All his talent and passion are forced under a tight lid until it bubbles up and bursts. Case in point, when we do dig deep enough, literally all hell breaks loose: Idia’s Overblot battle outscales any of the previous...

…and may take a while to break down. It’s inferred that Idia’s curse burned enough Blot from creating his own Phantom. And although he still experienced a “rush”, Idia is still level enough to talk to Ortho pragmatically and be self-aware of his own OB (a first). Speaking of, Idia’s not the only trapped heat now venting; we also have Ortho who’s been below Tartarus’ gate for nearly a decade but has consumed enough Phantoms to cause this whole incident and become the giant “Hades” we see.

In addition to the Blot burner, if I assume that Phantom Ortho is backing OB Idia without draining him like the usual, Idia gets the perks of OB free of price! All the more reasonable then that our battle against the Super Shroud Bros. would take three whole phases alongside other housewardens, Rook, Epel, and three Thunder Spears to best! Meanwhile, Idia heals at every turn, inflicts burn debuffs, and uses his “triple threat” more freely than previous OB bosses. This is the monster we find at the bottom of Tartarus—the Idia we unravel.

Also notable are Idia’s flame colors. He confirms that touching his hair wouldn’t burn us normally, but as long as blue’s hotter than orange, that tells me it’s trapped heat. But when he’s extremely pissed, Idia lets his sparks fly orange and while cooler than blue, it’s widespread enough to become his ultimate during his final OB phase. Just as his flames reflect his emotions, trapped or freed, the Tartarus towers that symbolize his depressors are the opposite element—a deep freezer for the Phantoms.

Diasomnia - The Truest Tall Tales Told

Silver: “This isn’t a game. This is our reality.”

Idia: “W-wow! Man, that was totally protagonist dialogue! I wish I could say cool stuff like that…”

Even by TW’s standards, the Diasomnia tribe looks straight out of a fairy tale in body and soul (go figure, they even have real Fae). They’re not trying to be fictitious, but members of other dorms may still find them “chuuni”. Conversely, Diasomnia can make the rest of TW look “realistic” by comparison. And I honestly find this amusing—just picture a more “normal” sports team losing to fantasy warriors; the Spelldrive results would be even less surprising but in the most comical way possible.

On the flipside, it’s not unreasonable for Diasomnia’s characters to have a peculiar view of others as well. Take Sebek, who patronizes mankind and barely wants anything to do with us. His background might have something to do with that—Sebek grew up with very lofty figures like Malleus and Lilia to look up to, long enough to skew his own standards. But his case is a much smaller example of my point compared to the most mythical housewarden in the game, Malleus Draconia…

“Even if I had great power, I couldn’t get anything. I keep losing them. Everyone will get up from their seats and leave me. …There is no one to invite me anymore…” —Malleus

A deity among mages, Malleus embodies many “unrealistic expectations” and probably feels that the real world has no place for someone like him. His own common sense sounds alien to everyone else’s (including his own dorm members’ at times) and vice versa. Yet here he is in this reality being feared for his strength and isolated by his own lifestyle. To add to his grievances, two of the few people Malleus could get along with have plans to leave. Overall, this is not a reality Malleus is happy with and his solution couldn’t be more on point: Trap everyone in an Infinite Tsukuyomi.

“If you surrender to sleep, 1000 years will pass in a blink. You will all become the main characters of a fairy tale.” —Malleus

Sounds a lot like Silver, who’s already a shining knight in all but armor. His UM is literally NiGHTS Into Dreams and helps us traverse literal fantasies. But ironically, the most fantastical dream we visit is Lilia’s true story (aside from the added guests) and it takes us along a mapped RPG quest. Back to my point, what’s real for Diasomnia is a fairy tale for everyone else. Only way my perspective can come full circle is if Malleus’ OB fight takes place in a dream world as well, but Chapter 7 is still a ways from done as I’m typing this.

#twisted wonderland #twst #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia

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Fact: Daemon annihilated Otto at the Council Meeting in episode 1 and the poor guy couldn’t handle it

I love the Council meeting in episode 1, just as much as the one in episode 6. Because in pretty much both of them, Daemon and Rhaenyra manage to outplay Otto and Alicent. Having already analyzed how Rhaenyra’s perfect arguments led to Alicent self-pitting herself and drinking, let’s move on to a Council meeting that took place many years before that.

The meeting was called (no doubt by Otto) to debate Daemon’s abilities and choices as Commander of the City Watch. As far as we have seen, Daemon has done an incredible job with the Gold Cloaks. He was skilled and trained the men himself. With him in charge, the smallfolk were safe, and they named him “Prince of the City”. Once he left, and the City Watch remained in the control of the Hightowers (because they were ruling in Viserys’ stead), and the streets became unsafe once more (confirmed by Mysaria in episode 9).

In episode 1, following a night in which Daemon “cleaned” the streets of thieves, murderers and rapists before Viserys’ tourney, he was questioned by the Council in relation to his manner of doing things. And he explained himself pretty well.

While his manner may be perceived as cruel and exaggerated by lords who sit on their asses in the comforts of the Red Keep (*cough* Otto *cough*), it was a necessary evil. Daemon knows the people. He stayed among the smallfolk and understands the streets perfectly. He practically ruled them.

Daemon’s night of terror eliminated dangerous criminals, while also creating just the right amount of fear to keep the rest of the people in line. As such, no one on the streets of King’s Landing would dare put a toe out of line with the Gold Cloaks in perfect shape.

The justice system of the Crown was clearly failing, if the smallfolk were starting to perceive King’s Landing as lawless and terrifying. Action had to be taken. Which is not to say that what Daemon did should be the exact way to enforce law and order on a daily basis. No. It was a one time thing - a reminder. In his own way, Daemon got the job done.

And he explained it so well, that Otto didn’t have any counter argument.

What irritated the Hand even more was that he was slowly becoming the outsider, other Lords at the table slowly starting to show their support for Daemon’s manner of enforcing the laws. Even Viserys saw his brother’s point and agreed to it, as long as Daemon did not make a habit out of it.

So, what did Otto do when he realized he was losing?

He changed the subject, of course. He changed it to one which he knew would irritate his adversary: Daemon’s horrible marriage to Rhea Royce.

How exactly was Daemon’s marriage to Rhea Royce any of Otto’s business and how did it have anything to do with Daemon’s excellent capability to lead the City Watch? It wasn’t and it didn’t. Otto’s only intention here was to get a rise out of Daemon and taunt him with a subject he knew would be upsetting to him.

And it worked, if only temporarily. Daemon was getting angrier by the minute, and rightfully so, at the way Otto was butting into his personal life. Because when logic and facts fail you, you move to something personal, right Otto?

Unfortunately for him, Otto miscalculated. He thought he would be able to win some points by hitting below the belt, since the whole point of why he called the Council meeting backfired on him. Otto made a mistake and messed with the wrong person. Clearly provoked, Daemon turned things around and put Otto in his place by bringing up his dead wife. He could hit below the belt too. No problem. And then…

The expression on Otto’s face, like “How dare he bring up my dead wife even though I started it by changing the subject of this precise Council meeting and taunting him with his own marriage problems?”

Game. Set. Match. He taunts a dragon and then is surprised when he gets burned (kind of like his own daughter). His greed, hunger for power, terrible reasoning and betrayal of the ruling House are what will get his head chopped off.

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''the dreamer'' part 3- aemond targaryen x oc

summary: Aemond and Daenys reunite in the library, and Aemond tries to come to a decision. (SERIES MASTERLIST HERE) (Fic also available on AO3)

a/n: Hi all! That was SOME finale for house of the dragon huh??? While there was a couple of things i had a problem with in season 1, i loved the show and I'm super excited for what's coming next! And how amazing is Ewan Mitchell who plays our very own Aemond?? He's incredible, truly steals the scene everytime. On another note, thanks SO much for all the comments, reblogs, and likes! The support has been overwhelming and i am overjoyed that you all are enjoying this story :) it means so much to me. here is part 3! we got 2 years to fill the void that HOTD left behind with fanfiction so lets go!

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Daenys

Daenys was practically dragged out of the dining room by Jace, who was in a glowering mood. He and Luke muttered amongst each other, and Rhaena and Baela followed the siblings with concerned looks on their faces.

‘’You both let Aemond get to you too easily,’’ Daenys complained, wrenching herself out of Jace’s grip, ‘’Don’t let what he says bother you so.’’ She gave Jacaerys a pointed look with a raised eyebrow. Her dark-haired brother rolled his eyes, but he dipped his head in agreement.

‘’You’re right, you’re right,’’ He sighed, ‘’I can’t help it, whenever he says something, I feel as if I’m about to fly into a rage.’’ Daenys snorted. Guess the anger ran in the family, from what she’d heard.

‘’You’re going to be the king one-day Jace,’’ Daenys implored, ‘’You need to start acting like one.’’ Jace stayed silent, eventually giving Baela a nod for her to follow him.

‘’I’m taking Baela to her room, if you come with us, I can escort you to yours, sister.’’ Jace offered, trying to brush past her last comment. Daenys shook her head as she began to walk away towards her quarters.

‘’No, thank you, but believe I can manage. You all have a good night.’’ She replied, giving her older brother a grateful smile. Jace gave her one last look but nodded as he turned to walk away, Baela on his arm. Lucerys and Rhaena waved at her and followed him, leaving Daenys to walk to her room alone in the dimly lit corridor. As she made her way, she studied her surroundings, trying to recall the memories of her childhood in this castle, but it had changed quite a bit since she had last been here. She didn’t feel quite at home here as she remembered she once had. Of course, Dragonstone was her true home, but she always thought that she would be able to return to the Red Keep and still feel welcome. Obviously, while the Greens were residing here, she never would.

Daenys had arrived at her room and looked through her books for something to read but nothing tickled her fancy. The girl glanced at the door, considering taking a little trip to the library to search through the unending trove of literature that she so loved. Being in that library had been her favorite thing, especially when she would go with Aemond when she was younger. Those days were gone now, and she decided to go alone. The night was still young, and she had nothing else to do. Daenys lit a candle and slowly opened the door and peered out into the dark hall. No guard was posted, as she expected. Leave it to Alicent to forget about Rhaenyra’s children’s safety. She took a little step out and closed her door softly in case anyone was around to hear. It wasn’t so much that she was not allowed to go about the castle by herself, but she simply did not want to be disturbed by anyone wondering what she was doing. Daenys paused, wondering if there were any rules about wandering around the castle at night, especially as a lady. The princess groaned inwardly at the possibility.

As she creeped down the hall towards the library, Daenys thought about what happened at dinner, more specifically, Aemond’s taunting speech. Daenys felt a surge of frustration go through her. Why couldn’t he simply keep his mouth shut? She frowned at the memory of his little smirk growing on his pursed lips as he raised his glass to her brothers. She had heard about Aemond’s reputation. He was an accomplished swordsman, rode the biggest dragon. He was mysterious, tall, powerful, dangerous, and unpredictable. She wasn’t sure why she expected him to remain the nice boy that he was when they were children. Daenys should’ve predicted that his hostility that he nursed from age ten to bite the Velaryon’s in the back when they got older. Of course, he was mad, Luke cut his eye out. Now Aemond was living up to his severe reputation. Her own negative thoughts about the man was making Daenys’ heart hurt. She wanted to be friendly with him, to pick up where they left off all those years ago.

Daenys opened the door to the library and slipped in without a sound. The library in the Red Keep was enormous and beautiful, hanging candelabras emitting a soft glow onto the endless rows of bookcases. In their childhood, Daenys and Aemond had been one of the only visitors to the space, other than the maesters of course. It was like their secret refuge, and now it was Daenys’ alone. The girl placed her candle down and walked up and down the book-lined corridor, a finger tracing the spines of the books slowly as she perused. She finally picked one, Ten Thousand Ships, and opened it, looking through the pages gently. The calm silence of the library put her at ease as she leaned her hip against a pillar, fully engrossed in the book. The Princess didn’t notice a tall dark figure slink into the library, softly closing the door behind him.

‘’Wandering around in the dark Princess?’’ Said a soft voice from behind Daenys. Daenys, who had been giving her full attention to her book, yelped, dropping her book as she jumped about three feet in the air, before spinning around to come face to face with her uncle, Aemond. Her face turned pink with embarrassment as her hand went to her racing heart. Daenys cursed herself for getting startled. The Prince materialized from the dim light, both his hands behind his back as he studied her. A familiar smirk was on his angular face as he gloated over her moment of vulnerability. Daenys hated to admit it, but Aemond’s menacing presence had an opposite effect on her. She almost felt like stepping closer to him, wanting to reach out and touch his silver hair, touch his scarred face. He looked as if he had been sculpted by the gods in the gentle light of the library. The prince’s violet eye traveled up and down her figure, making a shiver roll down her spine. He had disarmed her with one look, much to her displeasure.

Aemond.

Aemond couldn’t feel anymore gleeful as he watched Daenys struggle to calm down after he had startled her. The silver-haired prince loved seeing her surprised, her cheeks reddening, her brown eyes staring, wide-eyed, up at him. Aemond felt like a wolf, licking his chops as he stared down at his vulnerable prey.

‘’Prince Aemond!’’ Daenys spluttered, ‘’You startled me.’’ The brown-haired girl composed herself and wrapped her robe tighter around her. Aemond drank in her appearance, just noticing how thin that fabric was. His eye snapped up to the young girl’s face.

‘’You really should be more aware of your surroundings, dear niece,’’ Aemond mused. Daenys ignored what he said and put her hands on her hips.

‘’Are you following me, Aemond?’’ Daenys questioned, arching her eyebrow with a slight playful tone. ‘’How did you know I was here?’’ Aemond felt taken aback, not expecting her to respond in anyway but with spitting venom, considering how he left the last situation they were both involved in.

‘’You’re not the only one who frequents the library Daenys, in case you’ve forgotten.’’ Aemond lied easily. He had been following her. Aemond wasn’t sure why, but the moment he had met Daenys’ gaze after the showdown during supper, he felt as though he needed to speak with her. The prince was talented at staying out of sight, his slim form and black clothes helping him blend into the shadows easily. He had followed Daenys to her room, making note of where it was (for what reason, he also did not know), and he followed her when she left, her robe on and candle in hand. When she had entered the library, Aemond almost hesitated, his childhood memories of them in there almost making him turn back. Daenys meanwhile, didn’t seem convinced by his answer.

‘’Well then, don’t let me stop you from finding a book, Your Grace.’’ Daenys said, turning around to pick up the book she had dropped in a casual tone. There was a moment of silence where Aemond didn’t move. His heart was racing, and he cursed himself for not being able to push whatever he was feeling for the girl away.

‘’I’m surprised you’re in such a positive mood after what happened at supper.’’ Observed the silver-haired prince.

‘’You mean your little speech for my brothers?’’ Daenys asked, cocking her head. ‘’Why would I be in any mood? It’s not like you mentioned me in it.’’ She sounded almost offended by the exclusion, which made Aemond chuckle softly.

‘’I didn’t mention you because I had a feeling that being called a bastard would not bother you.’’ Aemond said. A half-truth. He didn’t really want to involve her in the ugly business he had with her brothers. While she was technically also a bastard, very clearly not Laenor’s daughter, he thought she was more Targaryen than all of them combined.

‘’You’re right about that at least.’’ Daenys said, pride seeping into her voice.

‘’And why is that?’’ Aemond pressed, ‘’It never truly bothered you, all the rumors, all the gossip. We never got a rise out of you.’’

‘’I’ve been called a bastard and a Strong my whole life Aemond, if I let the insults get to me, I would not have gotten very far. Besides, it doesn’t matter what other people think, I know I have the blood of the dragon running through my veins, I know I am of the blood of old Valyria. What other’s think is of no consequence.’’ Aemond admired Daenys’ response as he recognized the infamous Targaryen pride that they all shared. The prince was beginning to forget himself, being too preoccupied with the princess standing in front of him in the soft candlelight, her big brown eyes glittering as she looked at him. It was impossible for him to look away, once again. He wished he had both eyes so he could fully take her in. Aemond could tell that she was beginning to feel uneasy, his piercing gaze finally getting to her.

Aemond began to feel angry with himself. All night he had been battling against his own mind, a voice screaming at him inside his head to not think about Daenys like that and to not feel the way he was about her. She came from a family that hated him and his own, and he should hate her in return. If they both hated each other, Aemond wouldn’t get hurt. Things would be easier.

‘’I was wondering when you’d come to speak to me.’’ Daenys mused after a moment of silence, ‘’To find ourselves here, in the library we spent much time in as children, is rather fitting don’t you think?’’

‘’Not really.’’ Aemond replied curtly, cold anger bleeding into his voice. His frustration was beginning to cloud his mind and his patience with himself, especially with Daenys looking like that, was beginning to wear thin. Aemond wanted to yell at her, hurl insults at her, anything to get her to lash out at him. He wanted her to seethe with hate and tell him that he disgusted her so that he could feel the same anger towards her that he felt for her brothers. But she didn’t. Her eyes were kind, her mouth was too as she ignored his rude reply. Daenys was kind and Prince Aemond so badly wanted to hate her for it. It would make things much easier for him if she would hate him as well. It would stop him before he could even begin to comprehend his feelings towards the younger girl. It would save him, and her, a lot of hurt.

‘’I always cherished those memories, of us playing together. You were a good friend Aemond, I must admit. You must understand how saddened I was the night you lost your eye. I wish my brothers had never gone down there with Rhaena and Baela. Perhaps things would’ve been different, and we wouldn’t be on opposing sides of one warring family.’’ Aemond was silent with shock, unclear as to why Daenys was willing to speak in such a vulnerable way towards him. Daenys continued, taking a step towards him, a hopeful look on her face as she raised both her hands to her heart.

‘’Do you remember what it was like when we were children, Aemond?’’ she asked in an almost timid voice. When Aemond had heard Daenys mention his eye, he had recoiled, expecting her to repeat what so many young ladies at court had whispered behind his back about his scarred face and eyepatch. He didn’t even hear the last thing his niece said as his ears began to ring.

‘’Why would I care to recall memories from when we were stupid children, Daenys?’’ Aemond said in a low, cold voice. This made Daenys freeze, her mouth opening slightly in surprise at his response. ‘’I didn’t need your pity. Believe it or not, I don’t spend my days reminiscing over meaningless memories like you. It doesn’t matter, you hear me. It meant nothing to me then. It means nothing to me now.’’ Aemond wasn’t even controlling the words that were spilling out of his mouth, all he knew was that if he didn’t push Daenys away with his hurtful words now, he would’ve ended up pushing her up against the wall and kissing her with full force. Then he would be a dead man.

What Aemond didn’t see coming was the fact that seeing her hurt expression nearly broke his heart. He steeled himself, steady in his decision. He had to protect himself first, he knew that someone like Daenys would never have any kind feelings towards him. Him expecting her to be the same way from when they were children was a mere fantasy. Aemond looked down at Daenys, clasping his hands behind his back, afraid that they would reach out for her of their own accord. Daenys’ jaw clenched and she looked down at her feet, avoiding his violet eye. She rubbed at her nose for a moment, some sort of defence mechanism, and then she looked up again with strained face, eyes shining.

‘’Right then. Have a good night uncle.’’ She murmured, voice too soft, as if she didn’t want him to hear. She gathered her book into her arm and stormed past Aemond, giving him the cold shoulder. Aemond stared forwards, afraid to look behind him at the princess who swiftly put distance between the two of them. Aemond spent the rest of the night convincing himself that he had made the right decision.

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