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thesithdiaries · 2 years

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Forbidden (Jacaerys Velaryon imagine)

Pairing: Jacaerys Velaryon x female Targaryen!reader

Requested: yes, its also a combo of three requests

Warnings: incest obvi, mention of hair but its just during a cute part, allusions to do doing the deed before marriage, wrap it up folks cause we dont have the plan b tea, angst, parental abuse, viserys is fine in this, aemond being like his mother and minding everything but his business, ✨pregnancy and teen marriage✨, spoilers for the show

“We have to be quiet,” Jace whispered, holding Y/N’s hand as they walked by the gates. He had been carrying a bag with him as well.

They had to sneak around to be together. They always had. As far as the family knows, Jace and Y/N had not seen each other in six years, since the incident at Lady Laena’s funeral, but that is far from the truth. They would meet at Duskendale, often flying there with their dragons when they were old enough to do so. Before that, they would exchange many letters by raven.

Since they were young, they gravitated toward each other. Rhaenyra never minded this, she was quite fond of Y/N and knew she was not like the rest of her family. However, Alicent did mind. She hated how her daughter would associate with them, often making snide comments about it. Aegon did not even care and Helaena thought their friendship was sweet but Aemond despised the idea of it.

He was a possessive man when it came to his sisters. Deep down, he knew his behavior was not the best yet it did not make him stop. Y/N did not like having her brother make decisions for her or treat her as if she was fragile. For this, they both decided that they had to sneak around to avoid him altogether.

Aemond would monitor everything his sister did when they were children. It did not matter if she was with the Septa, or in the dragonpit, or even eating, he wanted to know. The first time he saw her playing in the gardens with Jace and Luke, he thought nothing of it. His feelings on the matter changed when he saw that she started spending more time with them every day.

The night he lost his eye, Aemond was comforted by Y/N. She was even willing to learn what the maester did to help him. He was grateful, because she was calm and sweet to him, unlike his mother, who was hysterical at the fact that he was maimed. They grew even closer in the following years. Aemond vowed to become a warrior, so he could protect his family, especially Y/N, as a repayment for all the times she helped him when he was in need.

“Where are we going?” She asked through quiet giggles. Jace smirked.

“Out.” Y/N gave him a confused look. It was late, where could they possibly go at this hour?

By this moment, they were almost at the dragonpit, the rush of excitement running through their veins. Vermax was outside, waiting for them. The dragonkeeper, Endric, was leaning against the wall smiling at them. Y/N had wondered what Jace had said to him to even make him agree to do this.

“Jace?” Y/N whispered as he began climbing on Vermax.

“Come on, Y/N,” he called for her, extending his hand so she would follow him. She was unsure, they had never done this before, especially at night. It took her a few seconds to decide she wanted to take the risk.

They arrived at a small but beautiful meadow far from the castle. Jace helped her climb off Vermax, who went to hide behind the treeline to rest. Y/N was delighted at the sight. The soft glow of the moon gave it a nice feel.

She was so entranced that she did not notice Jace had set up a blanket for them. “Come on, Y/N,” he playfully called for her as he sat down.

“Is there a special occasion I do not know about?” She wondered, sitting next to him. He chuckled, shaking his head.

“Do I need a special occasion to take you somewhere nice?” Jace said, grabbing her hand and kissing it.

“No,” Y/N said, “you can take me somewhere nice whenever you want.” Jace hummed, too lost in his thoughts as he stared at her.

Jace always had a crush on Y/N. She was sweet and fun to be around. Rhaenyra encouraged him to seek a friendship with her, knowing they got along well. At one point, they did everything together and knew everything about each other. The king was delighted. He loved that they got along.

Y/N rested her head on his shoulder. “Mother found me a suitor.”

“What?” Jace asked, with a clear surprise on his face. “I thought she said you could choose.”

“She lied,” Y/N noted. “She said I would bring shame to her if I picked the wrong suitor.”

Jace rolled his eyes. “It does not make any sense to me.”

They sat there in silence, not wanting to talk about it anymore. Jace was mindlessly playing with her hand and the rings she wore while Y/N rested. It felt peaceful, being alone in the meadow.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, carefully brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Y/N’s face flushed.

“Jace,” Y/N breathed.

She cupped his cheek and then she pressed her lips against his as Jace felt his breath hitch. He grabbed her lower back, quickly getting her under him, and then he kissed her harder. She ran her fingers through his dark hair as the kiss deepened. She pulled back momentarily just to catch her breath. Jace’s gaze intensified as Y/N bit her bottom lip, softly caressing his cheek.

"Make love to me, Jacaerys.”

Jace growled in his throat as he crashed her lips onto hers, working to remove the dress she was wearing. There was no turning back this time.

They arrived back in the Red Keep right before dawn, sharing a quick kiss as a goodbye before parting to go to their respective apartments. Nobody seemed to notice they were gone, and if someone did notice, they had not said anything.

It was an eventful day in the castle, Jace and Y/N could not sneak off at all. Vaemond Velaryon wanted the Driftmark throne but King Viserys reaffirmed it was Lucerys’ birthright. Vaemond also committed treason by insulting Rhaenyra and her children, causing Daemon to slice his head off in front of everyone.

During the feast, Aemond had Y/N sitting next to him. He had a weird feeling about her, eyeing her the entire night. The suspicions he did not know he had were confirmed when Jace asked Y/N to dance. Aemond was clenching his jaw as he saw his sister dance with him. Y/N was having fun with Jace, everybody could see that. Aegon sent him a look, subtly shaking his head.

Aemond stood up after hitting the table. Jace stood in front of Y/N, just in case. “Final tribute. To the health of my nephews: Jace... Luke... and Joffrey. Each of them handsome, wise... hm... strong. Come... let us drain our cups to these three... Strong boys.”

“I dare you to say that again,” Jace threatened him. Y/N’s eyes widened as she grabbed his forearm, only to be shaken off.

“Why? 'Twas only a compliment. Do you not think yourself Strong?” Jace punched him, causing Aemond to push him back onto the ground. Y/N was staring at her brother in disbelief as the knights held Jace, Luke, and Baela back.

When Rhaenyra told her children to go to their quarters, Y/N left as well, but not before giving her brother a disapproving look. Aemond followed her and held the door of her chambers before she could slam it shut. “Y/N,” he warned.

“Go away, Aemond,” Y/N rolled her eyes.

“I only complimented them. It is not my fault they felt offended,” he pointed out. His sister stared at him with annoyance.

“Get out, Aemond, now. I will not ask you again,” Y/N threatened him. He scoffed, leaving.

Y/N sat on her bed, thinking about Jace. She wanted to defend him during the dinner, to stand up to her brother but she knew that would cause more problems, not stop them. After debating on what to do, she sneaked out of her chambers and ran to Jace’s apartments on the other side of the Red Keep.

Y/N softly knocked on the door, looking at both sides to make sure nobody was following her. Jace opened the door seconds later, both relieved and shocked that it was her. He pulled her inside, closing the door behind her. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you,” Y/N confessed, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug. “I am so sorry about everything, I wanted to help you but I didn't know how.”

Jace immediately wrapped his arms around her waist. “I know, don’t worry about it,” he assured her.

They stood there, holding each other, not wanting to let go. “I love you, Jace,” Y/N told him.

Jace smiled against her neck, “I love you, too.”

They slept together that night, knowing that it will probably be the last time they would share a bed for a long time.

Three months later

Rhaenyra and her family departed King’s Landing the day after the fight. Y/N and Jace were still meeting in the meadow. The intimacy between them reached new limits as they discovered more about each other’s bodies.

Y/N was just about to fall asleep when she felt something heavy landing on her. She opened her eyes to find her mother standing there, with a look of disappointment and disgust. It was her sheets. “You have not bled.”

That was enough to pull Y/N away from the sleepy feeling. Her blood ran cold as she sat up, the realization of her actions finally dawning on her. “I… I had not noticed,” Y/N admitted shamefully.

Alicent stalked towards her, roughly grabbing her chin. “Who did you fuck?”

“Mother, I-” Y/N whined when she felt the grip getting tighter. “I will not tell you.”

Her mother’s eyes widened as she did not hesitate to hit her daughter multiple times. Y/N started yelling at her, trying to push her away to no avail. Ser Criston and Ser Erryk ran into the quarters, pulling the queen away from the princess.

Criston took her away as she kept yelling obscenities at Y/N, while Erryk looked over at the injuries. It was not too bad, she would have some bruises but the bloody nose and split lip made it look worse than it was. “I will get the maester, princess.”

He quickly walked out just as Aemond entered. The expression of confusion he had turned into anger as he saw his sister. “Y/N! What happened? Who did this?”

“It was mother,” Y/N told him. She stood up from her bed, marching to her dresser to see her reflection in the looking glass.

“Why?” Aemond demanded to know. “Why would she hit you this way?”

Y/N fidgeted, turning around to face him. “She has insinuated that I am with child.”

Aemond stood there, trying to find a hint that she was joking yet he found none. Y/N stared at him defiantly, as if she was waiting for him to raise his hand as well. “Who-”

“I will not tell you. It is my business to deal with.” He was about to argue when Maester Gerardys walked in, quickly rushing over to tend to her. Y/N pointed at the door, silently telling Aemond to leave.

“Your Grace, Princess Y/N would like to speak with you,” Ser Harrold said, opening the door to Viserys’ chambers.

“Yes, let her in,” he replied with a smile, which disappeared when he saw the state his daughter was in. Y/N had a bruise on her cheek, along with some scratches. “My love, who did this to you? I will have their head.”

Y/N sat down on the chair, looking up at her father. “It was mother… she discovered something I did.”

Viserys was confused as he grabbed his daughter’s hand. “What did you do? Surely it did not warrant such reaction from her.”

“Father, I- Y/N cleared her throat. “I have sinned.”

He stared at her with evident confusion. Slowly, as he gave it more thought, he realized what she had done. “Y/N,” he sighed.

“I know, father. I have brought shame to mother, you, and our house.”

“Who was it?” Viserys questioned.

“Jace,” Y/N whispered.

Viserys sat down next to her, the shock dawning on him. “I will write to Rhaenyra about this. You will marry Jacaerys and live with him in Dragonstone.”

“What?” Y/N had thought she would be married off to another lord or locked in a tower forever. “You are not angry?”

Her father sighed again, “no, sweet girl. I am not as mad as I should be. I am glad you trusted me enough to come tell me.”

Rhaenyra and Daemon sat in the great hall, reading the letter they received from the king again and again.

Dear Rhaenyra,

I must confess I never thought I would send this type of letter to you. Something has happened between Jacaerys and Y/N, which has resulted in a child. For this reason, I have decided they will wed before the next full moon.

We will sail to Dragonstone immediately to discuss this with you and Daemon.

Viserys

Daemon could not help but chuckle. Rhaenyra gave him an amused look. “Care to share what is so funny?”

“It seems Jace and Y/N had been following in our footsteps without us realizing it.”

Rhaenyra chuckled as well, he was right. “I will go speak to him.”

She kissed him and walked to the training yard, where Jace and Luke were training, or messing around.

“Can you come here, Jace?” Rhaenyra called out. Jace excused himself and went up to her. She grabbed his hand, moving him to a more private area.

“What is it?” Jace questioned, worried.

Rhaenyra handed him the note. Jace read it, the color draining from his skin as he stared at her in shock. A child. Marriage. “How long have you two been together?”

“Since I was old enough to go riding on Vermax,” Jace confessed. Rhaenyra gave him an amused look.

“That's why you have been sneaking out so much,” she noted.

Jace’s eyes widened. “You knew?”

“Vermax is not the quietest dragon,” Rhaenyra reminded him. “And you disappeared for hours.”

“Are you angry with me?” He asked.

“No,” Rhaenyra admitted. “I did contemplate marrying you to her when I noticed how much you cared for each other but I knew Alicent was not going to agree.” Jace nodded in understanding. “Go tell your siblings, I am sure Luke is about to run here and ask what is going on.”

Rhaenyra caressed his cheek softly before leaving. Jace was feeling many emotions at once. He could only hope Y/N was doing well with the news. Despite how nervous he was, Jace was beaming. He was going to be a father.

By the following week, the Targaryens made their way to Dragonstone. Y/N was beaming with happiness, she was finally going to be with the man she truly loved. On the other side of the ship, Aemond was fuming. He hated it, the fact that Y/N had compromised herself in such a way by a bastard.

Once they were on dry land, Y/N walked ahead of them, getting more excited as she reached the top. The rest of her family walked at a normal pace, Viserys and Helaena being the happiest of them. Alicent and Aemond were drowning in their misery.

“Y/N!” Jace called out for her as they reached the main doors. She embraced him tightly, missing the warm feeling of being in his arms.

Rhaenyra and Daemon were happily watching the couple in front of them. They could not help but laugh at how history was repeating itself. Rhaenyra thought her son would be more traditional in the matter but she supported him.

While Viserys and Rhaenyra discussed wedding plans, Jace and Y/N sat together in the gardens. He had his back resting against a tree while Y/N sat between his legs, resting her back against his chest. Jace’s hands softly caressed her small bump.

“How have you been feeling?” He asked her.

“The sickness in the morning has been terrible,” Y/N confessed, “but the maester has been helping me with tea.”

Jace hummed. “Have you been in any pain?”

“No, fortunately not.” Y/N moved her head a little to look up at him.

He smiled at her, “I am glad you are here with me. When I read that note, all I wanted was to go find you.”

Aemond stared from a distance as the happy couple spoke and cuddled each other. He was feeling angrier than before, seeing his sister with him. He knew there was something between them, he always got the feeling but no matter how hard he tried, he never caught them together. All Aemond wanted was to eliminate Jace, however, he knew he would not leave Dragonstone alive if he killed him.

Months later

Jace cuddled his newborn son, Aelor, while Y/N rested. Her pregnancy was not the easiest, the Maester had ordered bedrest until the babe was born. She protested it, stating that spending months confined to a bed would drive her insane but Jace had convinced her to do as he said. The labors started in the afternoon. Jace ran frantically through the castle when he found out.

Their wedding was beautiful. It was hosted in the great hall of the Red Keep. The celebrations lasted for an entire week, filled with feasts and tourneys. Jace and Y/N were happy, they could not have asked for more. Alicent and Aemond were forced to join the festivities as they were still against their marriage. All the queen wanted to do was send Y/N to Oldtown but Viserys denied her request multiple times.

Years later, the family departed Dragonstone to go visit the king once again. Viserys always asked them to go see him, claiming he missed his daughter and his grandson. Although, the reality was that he missed them all.

Aelor was now four years young and he was a very energetic child. Jace did the best he could to keep up with him, yet it was too much to handle sometimes. The boy had sneaked out multiple times, even managing to get close to the dragons. Of course, Jace was on the verge of collapsing each time he did.

The entire family had gathered in the main hall to talk. The pitter-patter and the loud, child giggles echoed through. Aelor was glad to be there. He was a very curious boy, often stopping to stare at the decor around him.

Jace was speaking to Viserys when he felt a tug on his pants. Without hesitation, he lifted Aelor, placing him on his hip. The boy cuddled up to his father, tiredly rubbing his eyes. Y/N stood next to Jace to join the conversation.

“I do hope this future king has been behaving properly,” Viserys teased, smiling at his grandson.

Jace scoffed playfully, shaking his head. “I am slowly going insane.” As they gushed about the boy, Aemond stared at them from afar. Despite all the years that have passed, he still despised the idea of his sister marrying that bastard. He plotted many plans for years, searching for the best way to get her back to King’s Landing, without him. But there was one thing he could not deny, Y/N was happy.

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star-girl69 · 1 year

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My Heart Never Knows

Jake Sully x Neytiri x Fem!Reader

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a/n: i hope you all enjoy!!

warnings: swearing, blood, gore, death, battle, injury, tell me if i missed anything!!

Chapter Twenty Three- Belonging

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“You must learn to fight.”

Maybe you knew Ronal’s words would come, but you still did not want to hear them. It’s not that you were against learning the art of the spear, the bow, anything- it’s just you simply weren’t good at it.

You had tried to be a warrior, many years ago, a phase of something to get your mother’s attention, but you simply weren’t good at it.

Maybe you just didn’t put your heart into it, knew somewhere deep down it wasn’t your calling.

“I don’t want to,” you say carefully, looking at your sister over your shoulder. She sighs, let’s you turn back to the fruit you are cutting.

“It is not a matter of want. Mother and Father are dead. You have no mate. And what if Tonowari or I cannot be there to protect you? You don’t need to be a warrior. You just need to be able to defend yourself.”

“Ronal,” you sigh, setting down your knife-

“No. Listen to me.” She spins you around, nails digging into your biceps. Not enough to hurt, but enough to force you to listen. “Please. I want- I need you to be safe. Just- just learn how to throw a spear, at the least.”

You look up from her necklace to her eyes.

“Fine,” you whisper, and her face breaks out into a smile.

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Something else takes over your body, action and reaction, your ribs, a different part of your head.

The ship is slippery when you climb onto it, and if you’re silent, you can hear the sound of something in the air- hidden by the darkness. The only light is from the burning fires, the only sounds from the humans and the dreamwalkers.

You swear if you were to place your hand to your chest- you wouldn’t even feel your heartbeat. The silence takes up the entire ship, the fear in your bones igniting and fading, your own small war in your body to simply keep your head.

A spear lies next to you, lodged into the metal of the ship, and you grab it quick, leaving no room for hesitation, any second guesses.

You can only rely on your hands, your instinct. See this, do that, keep yourself alive for another second to face the next threat.

You feel like air floating, silent and focused, fueled only by something under your ribs and a need to save your children. Because that’s what a mother does, and you are a mother. Lo’ak called you it- Tuk does. You must be some sort of a mother then, right?

A few more steps, you think to yourself, until you reach the main deck of the ship, until you can find Jake and Neytiri, fight for your children.

“Ah!” you yelp, kicking and screaming as a hand is placed over your mouth and you are dragged under a curve of the ship.

A hand wraps around your waist, pulling you flush to someone’s chest, until someone’s head is pressed to your own and lips are at your ear.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

You let out a sigh and sag against him, and he waits another second, muscles tensing around you, before he takes his hand off of your mouth with a hiss.

“My Jake,” you whisper, reaching behind you to place a hand on his cheek.

His hand rests over the bandages wrapped around your side, and his body is tense against yours.

“What,” he breathes, “are you doing here?”

“Helping,” you say, and he grabs the hand you have pressed against your face. Your swear his lips press against it- but you can feel how mad he is, so you must be imagining it. “They’re my daughters too, Jake.”

He grunts and spins you around, and you catch a glimpse of Spider off to the side, looking out over the edge to the deck of the ship.

Your eyes meet his, but he holds nothing tender for you, only anger, only worry.

“You’re hurt.” His hand presses against your wound again, enough for you to really feel it, enough for you to wince. His face falls. “Shit. I- I’m sorry, baby. But you- you can’t-”

“They’re my daughters too.”

His eyes search yours, before he ends it, shaking his head.

“Yeah. Yeah, of course they are. No one’s questioning that. But you want to save them- it will hurt them just as much if you’re dead. It’ll ruin them. Destroy them. You’re so fucking-” he cuts himself off, shaking his head with a smile. “Precious. You know? Like treasure or some shit.”

But he is not talking about the girls anymore.

“Jake,” you whisper, trying to sound comforting, but only a plea manages to come out. A plea to let you help, let you be a mother. “It was only a graze, my love, please,”

He shakes his head again, finally letting go and taking a step back. Although you mourn his loss, you know what his actions mean.

“What?” you breathe, disbelieving, tears in your throat again.

“I can’t let you get hurt. The rest of this family is falling apart, babygirl, and I’m trying to repair this family, this fucking fortress. I won’t tear it down more in the process.”

But your ribs ache again, and you think of them, so you tuck your ears in and hiss at him. He flinches, but takes it. Takes it like a solider.

But you don’t need a solider- not right now. Right now, you need your husband, your love. You need the Jake you know is in there.

You see he won’t come out-

“I don’t need your permission.” You tighten your grip on your spear, turn to walk away from him, do this on your own.

“Fuck, fuck,” he mutters as you turn, and you take one step, two steps-

A hand on your wrist.

“Fine. Fuck, fine. I have a plan. And when I tell you to go- you finish what you’re doing and you run, you hide, you get the fuck out. And you stay close to me.”

You let your eyes trail up his figure, legs to head to arms to his hand on you. You see the man you mated with. You See the man you mated with.

“I See you, Jake Sully.”

His gaze softens. “I See you too, my Y/N.”

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“Stay here,” he whispers once more, eyes switching between you and Spider. You send a look to the human next to you, and you almost want to protest, but then you see the small device in his hands.

His eyes meet yours. He nods, holds the small object tighter, before he climbs out of your hiding place and onto the deck.

Each second is torture, watching his figure climb, until he becomes one with the darkness.

One moment, two, until he emerges again-

“Get down!” he shouts, sliding down the metal next to you and Spider.

You barely have a second to breathe, let alone get down, until the human boy is suddenly throwing his arm around you- and the force of his fall makes you fall as well.

A blast rocks the ship, fire exploding into the night, the light swallowing the darkness, igniting everything in a bright yellow tint. Ears ring and ribs ache, before the initial shock is gone and Jake is tugging you up.

“Are you okay? Are you okay?!”

“Yes,” you whisper, pushing everything down.

Strong heart, that’s what Jake had said to Neytiri. What Neytiri had said to Jake before you even knew they existed.

You feel your heart becoming strong now, you feel your heart knowing-

You lean down, wrap your hands tight around your spear.

Jake watches you as you saunter forward, hips swaying in a deadly dance, a deadly promise.

Screams fill the ship, but it is nothing compared to the sound of your roaring heart, blood in your ears.

Jake nods to you, hand on your shoulder, before he grabs his own spear and climbs and jumps.

And your heart knows, and you follow.

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Jake already took out the two men closest, and you see him duck behind a fallen helicopter, gunfire drawn on him.

But the dreamwalker firing doesn’t see you.

Your spear soars through the air, loud enough for her to hear, but quick enough to allow only a moment on realization- before it sinks into her chest like feet sinking into sand. You can’t find it in yourself to feel any remorse.

One moment of victory-

Neytiri lands on her ikran, somersaulting into a standing position, arrow already drawn and sinking into the man a few feet in front of you.

You run forward, pulling your spear from the Avatar’s body, Neytiri’s arrows flying through the air, your spear swinging out, carving a large gash into a humans stomach, his hand still on the trigger of the gun he would have shot you with.

Neytiri grabs her arrow from another fallen Avatar, Jake covering you, before she turns to you.

She hisses, and words are on your lips.

“My Y/N!”

An arrow shooting past you, time moving so fast, so quick, staccato, how far away is the fire? How far away is your death?

You gasp as you turn, seeing a man fall to his knees behind you, shooting bullets into the floor as he falls.

“Down!” Jake shouts, jumping over the edge, Neytiri following him, and your heart knows, your heart really does know, and you’re following.

Following them to death is nothing, right?

You have faith in your heart, in Eywa. You know you would be safe in the Great Mother’s heart, and soon you wouldn’t be alone.

You barely manage to slide down, hide behind a piece of something, before bullets rain down on you, sinking into the metal behind you.

Neytiri jumps from one cover to the next, shooting and arrow midair with a grunt. You take a deep breath, watch as they circle around her cover.

“Who’s got eyes?”

“Anyone got eyes?”

She jumps from over them just as you find a target, your spear releasing and her arrow releasing at the same time. They both meet their targets, and she finishes an Avatar off with her bow, letting you run forward, and arrow shooting past, you spear flying again as soon as you grab it.

You join her in her cover, spear too far away, and she breathes heavily next to you, roughly ripping one her arrows out from her satchel and giving it to you.

It is different from a spear, but it will still work. It will still kill.

Gunfire from Jake takes care of the human close to your cover, letting the two of you emerge.

Running and practically punching on the Avatar before you, arrow sinking into the back of his neck, blood spurting from the wound like some sick joke of a firework.

You roll to the dead body where your spear lies, just a Jake throws a human into another Avatar, gun at the ready- but it clicks, empty.

You mumble his name, and he runs into cover, leaving you to stay close to the floor, using the shadows.

Gunfire follow his movements, and he throws his useless gun into a human, and you throw your spear at the chest of one wrapped in metal.

Jake fights off the next one, pushing him into the open bowels of the ship.

You lean against a piece of metal, breathing heavily as you look over your spear, making sure it’s not broken. Making sure it can still kill.

Neytiri in the corner of your eye, ripping an arrow from a dead body.

“Neytiri!” you shout, an Avatar rising, gun in his hands, but Jake fights him off with nothing but a hatchet, not letting you or Neytiri help him.

“My Jake!” she shouts, and tears fill your eyes. Caused by the smoke of the fire, by the prospect of losing them.

Neytiri turns, as you stand with your arm tense and pulled back, releasing her arrow into a far off human.

You breathe heavily, waiting for an opening, but the fight it too chaotic, and you can barely even tell who is who in the darkness.

Finally, with one grunt, Jake throws him off of the ship.

You breathe out, arm aching from fighting, sweat pouring over you, legs tired and achy.

Jake’s eyes meet yours, and you have to lean against something, the blood loss too much, the fight too much.

“My Jake-” you say, eyes flicking between him and where Tuk and Kiri are. You had caught a glimpse of them earlier- but the battle was moving too fast.

Jake nods, grip on his knife tight, and you follow him with your spear, eyes wide.

When you see Tuk, you have to bite back at something under your ribs, and her eyes light up, and she tries to shuffle towards you.

“Daddy, Mama,” she whispers.

“Shh, Tuk,” you whisper as Jake cuts her binds, and she stands with a wince.

“Where’s your sister? Where is she? Where is she?” Jake asks as you place a hand on her shoulder, pulling her back against you. Your head searches the space- but Kiri is gone.

“That way,” Tuk whispers, and you follow the turn of her head. “Mama,” she whispers, and you shush her again, grabbing her hand and squeezing tight.

Jake follows the direction she said, cautious and in front of the two of you, ready to protect.

You see him stop, see his ears twitch-

“Kiri!” you gasp, watching as Quaritch walks out from behind a wall, Kiri in his arms and a knife to her throat.

“Kiri! Kiri!” Tuk calls, and you feel a tear fall down your face as she hugs your leg.

Jake grunts, placing a hand over your chest as you try to go forward, delirious and adrenaline falling off, pain in your veins. Your heart doesn’t know, and your ribs ache but there’s nothing to draw from anymore.

You just want your family back together. You just want the arms of your mates, the voices of your children.

“Running out of time here, Corporal,” he says. So casual, so nonchalant, as if he does not hold a piece of your world under his knife.

The water laps against the ship, slowing rising, slowing bringing death.

Quaritch nods towards you. “Your girl already got hurt tonight. Don’t make me hurt another.”

Jake hisses and jumps forward, but Quaritch presses the knife closer and Kiri groans, so he jumps back. Tuk digs her nails into your leg, and your spear is lose in your grip. You know you can’t get a good shot- he would see you, he would have enough time to move, enough time to use Kiri as a shield.

Your stomach rolls at the thought.

“Just kill him, Dad!” Kiri screams, before the knife jerks again.

“No,” you whisper, wanting to take a step forward, but Jake’s hand keeps you in place. “No, no, please, my baby,”

“Put your weapons down,” he hisses.

“Don’t do it!”

But Jake ignores Kiri’s cries, and you follow him, kicking it away after he does.

Quaritch throws an orange band to him.

“Cuff yourself,” he hisses.

“No!” Spider shouts, emerging from somewhere. “No. Don’t hurt her, okay? Don’t!”

“Stay there!” Quaritch orders, and Spider stops in his tracks. “Don’t move! Not a step closer! Cuffs! On, now!”

He is overtaken by it, his need for revenge, it’s written all over his face. His insanity, his lack of emotions. You cannot even fathom how someone gets to be like this.

“You son of a bitch,” Jake says, but there’s resignation in his voice, and you need to scream. Jake cannot leave you, Kiri cannot. You have been floating for too long and this family has saved you, your family saved you.

He leans down, grabbing the orange band.

“Jake, Jake,” you hear yourself saying, but you are out of your body. Unreal and metaphysical. Floating above. “Jake!”

Until Neytiri comes from the darkness, looking as if she has tied death to a leash and it now follows her. It is now under her command, and she controls who dies on this ship.

You can barely blink- she isn’t there and then she is, hand is Spider’s hair, knife at his throat.

“Release,” she hisses, “or I cut.”

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okaylorrainee · 1 year

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her way of water

characters. neteyam & female reader. sully family. tsireya.

synopsis. neteyam and his family left their clan to seek uturu from yours. on their first night, neteyam wanders by the shore to clear his mind. he finds himself away from everyone’s marui pods and comes across you as you bathed - he couldn’t get you out of his mind since then.

note. went out to touch grass + visited my grandparents so this chapter was uploaded a bit later than intended hehe. thank you to everyone who read the first chapter! i wasn’t expecting to wake up to 100+ notes today so i am very grateful :)! shoutout to my irls btw. avatar has been our motivation to get through hell week last week lol anyways enjoy reading!

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you were a simple member of the metkayina clan. born from warrior parents, you grew up to be a huntress taught by the adults in the clan. as a young na’vi, you would accompany the older members whenever they hunted so you could learn and get better experience. your tasks weren’t limited to hunting, however. you enjoyed helping everyone out. everyday consisted of different activities for you depending on whoever needed help the most. for some days, you would spend your time weaving nets or clothing for the other clan members, and on other days, you would play with the children, teaching them the basics of clan traditions.

you loved crafting during your free time. the others would find you sitting somewhere creating ornaments or weapons for yourself from leftovers from the animals you’ve hunted. you considered them as a keepsake from your time hunting with the others, every moment was an important memory for you. you were quite the sentimental one.

since hunting took up most of your time, you haven’t had the opportunity to hang out with the na’vi your age. everyone else was busy with their own duties as well, so you understood there wasn’t a chance to get closer.

tsireya was different though. she always found the time to get to know you, and eventually, she became your only close friend. you were probably just one of hers, but it didn’t matter to you, you were content with your friendship.

at the moment, you were in your marui, tying up the last few shells to the new net top you were working on. it was coming out beautifully, just how you envisioned it. you were busy admiring your work when a familiar voice interrupted your silence.

“sister, are you here?”

you turn around and a smile finds its way to your face, “tsireya, it is nice to see you.” you released your creation, letting it drop to the netting. you stood up and held your hands out; she approached you with a smile, taking your palms.

“i have missed you all day. did you have to be gone all afternoon?”

you chuckled, “i have enjoyed myself too much out there. you know i would rather enjoy the freedom of the ocean instead of cooping in this small pod.”

tsireya giggles at your statement. her eyes find their way to the net top you were working on. “i see you have made another one. the clothing you make is very lovely as always.”

“thank you, sister. i appreciate that compliment. would you like one as well?”

her face brightened even more. “really? you would make one for me? i would love that.”

you nodded, “of course, anything for my friend.”

she gives you another soft smile before letting you go. “to tell you the truth sister, i did not come to you for this reason.” she said, “i have a favor to ask of you.”

you gave her a curious look as you picked up the top from the netting. “oh? do tell.”

tsireya began walking around your marui, “you know about the forest na’vi from the omatikaya clan who arrived yesterday, and how my brother and i were tasked to teach toruk makto’s children, correct?”

“... yes?” you urged her to continue.

“i know this would only add to your schedule,” she stands firmly and faces you, “but we need your help for their breathing exercise tomorrow.”

you tilted your head in confusion. “why, tsireya? i am sure you are more than enough to help them learn. you are a very great teacher.”

“but you will be better!” she grabbed your arm. “sister, you are the best swimmer among us in our age, and i know even ao’nung would not object to that.”

you hummed in disapproval. “i am not so sure about that…”

“please,” her grip on your arm tightens, “you have to do it. i would like to introduce you to them. the others have not been very nice to them, but you will, right?”

you stared at her for a few seconds, thinking about how you’ll reply to her. but then again, what harm could it bring? you missed the opportunity to see them yesterday after all when everyone crowded around them and blocked your view. tsireya was begging you with her large eyes, how could you refuse your friend?

you sighed, “alright. i will be there tomorrow.”

with a small squeal, she jumped with your arm in her hands. “great! you will enjoy it, i promise!”

tsireya spent a few more minutes in your pod, chatting about each other's day and some other random stuff. when dark came, you’ve decided to stay inside and finish the net top you promised your friend the afternoon earlier.

–

neteyam had the entire evening to think about his discussion with tsireya and to decide what to do about it. eventually, he came to the conclusion to approach the na’vi he saw that night, and just talk to her. he didn’t know how he’d start and what he’d talk about honestly, but he refused to act like a coward. a mighty warrior such as himself is afraid to talk to a girl? lo’ak would be laughing his ass off if he found out.

and so, that’s what he came back here for. same time, same place. only now, he wasn’t hiding behind a tree. he was waiting out in the open, looking behind himself every now and then to check if the na’vi he was waiting for was approaching.

neteyam had stayed in the same spot for so long, gradually getting impatient. perhaps she had something to do which is why she was late? - is what he’s been telling himself for who knows how long. but his optimism was wavering every passing moment. what if he had only seen her there by coincidence? what if he had lost his opportunity the night before because he ran away when she was leaving the water? what if… she wasn’t real and was only in his mind?

minutes turned to hours, and it would only be a while before the sun rises. neteyam heavily sighs, standing up and brushing off the sand clinging on his skin. a dark expression on his face, he heads back to the village in disappointment.

neteyam went back to sleep after that. what else could he do? it was stupid of him to waste his time over there. hopefully he'll have enough energy to train tomorrow. it would be suspicious of him to not perform well.

when he woke up, his family was feasting on fish for lunch just behind him. they said they couldn’t wake him up as he was in such deep sleep. they didn’t question him, thinking he must’ve been overwhelmed with his training; neteyam didn’t bother to say anything else as he followed to eat.

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training with the sullys was fast approaching, and you had just gotten back from hunting with some elders. you were rushing to your marui, a net of fishes in your hand; they will be dinner for you and some other clan members later on.

biting your lip, you ran through nets and nets of pods just to get to yours. you had to drop off these fish first and grab the top you’ve made for tsireya before heading to the training place. you couldn’t afford to be late; you didn’t want to upset your friend.

out of nowhere, a na’vi appears right in your face when you jump to take a turn around the pods. their sudden appearance caused you to lose balance and tumble right on your ass, almost falling into the water. your grip around the net loosened because you had to hold on to something else to support yourself, and this made you release your hunted fishes into the water.

“ah.” you watched as the net slowly sank towards the seabed. eywa, have mercy. what disrespect to the blessings she gave you.

“i will get it.” before you knew it, the na’vi dived right into the water, and you could only watch as he swam to get your fish.

when he floated to the surface, it was only then did you confirm he was not from awa’atlu. his blue skin, thin arms and tail told you he was one of the sullys, because who else could he be?

you observed him as he placed the fish on the netting next to you before climbing up, his braided hair occasionally covering his face as it swayed all over. as soon as he stood up, he held his hand out to help you get on your feet. you grabbed his hand without a word, taking note of how firm and manly they were as you stared at his dripping wet face. it was difficult not to, but you were definitely eyeing him.

he was so different from the metkayina men you’ve been used to. is this why tsireya was so drawn to that one sully boy she kept talking about yesterday? you kind of understood now.

“i am sorry about that. are you hurt anywhere?” he asks.

“no. i am fine.” you replied, and you swore you saw his eyes shot up to yours. “thank you for grabbing my fish. you did not have to do that.” his staring was starting to melt you that you looked away. “uhm… i must go now. goodbye.” you didn’t even give him a chance to say anything else, and just went around him to walk away.

you hadn’t noticed how his head spun to follow you, eyes squinting as if he was thinking. but the man tilted his head and brushed it off, walking away as if nothing happened.

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soulntes · 3 months

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THREE : THREESOME <3

ROMANCING PANDORA EVENT

TSU'TEY X OC X SO'LEK

many na'vi have experienced their chance of a lifetime in bonding and mating with their partner they've had set their eyes on. getting to know them on a spiritual and and friendship level to remember their likings and passion to gain a smile and slight touch of their hand on theirs.

to experience the life of youth with love and happiness alongside your mate.

for so'lek, it was different.

a young, well respected warrior's life changed drastically when he lost his entire clan. ever since he didn't want to seek out a potential na'vi for his liking because he swore revenge on his people.

after planning to live alone in the wilderness, one na'vi decided to persuade him to stay. not a na'vi, a dream walker who eywa has chosen to live in her na'vi body.

selena. jake sully's sister.

he highly respects jake but not knowing he had a relative made it more difficult.

the second his eyes laid on her, his heart stopped then it accelerated from her friendly smile and wanted to talk with him. the way she moves differently than other na'vi women, her strong presence before him had his knees buckled, her overwhelming scent filling his nose. the hair style and wardrobe she put on fits her right in with the rest of the na'vi. her slender but built figure is so alluring.

she made him weak. she was the first to have him experience these new things. the first na'vi who gave him an experience.

selena caught him off guard when she hugged him all of a sudden that his tail wagged and his body tensed, "i'm sorry for what happened with your clan. if there's anything you need you can ask jake or you can stay here with the omatikaya. the other clans have decided to stay."

so'lek couldn't speak but he had to so he wouldn't weird her out, "i am alright. i don't need to merge with your clan. i am planning for revenge against the sky people if they return. i must take my leave." he felt guilty and stupid for passing up an opportunity to know more about her.

she nods with a sad expression, "of course. i understand. what's your name?"

his ears perked at the mention of knowing his name, "so'lek."

she smiled more and held his hands, "that's a nice name, so'lek. i hope to see you some day." with a kiss on his cheek, she left him alone with his thoughts as he touched his cheek where she put her lips on. he began to fluster madly at the affection.

the na'vi warrior brushed it off, gathering his things and left to venture off alone into the forest.

that was years ago when he felt a void in his heart and a vacant soul ever since. knowing he'd regret coming back and decide to follow his heart when he found a tree of voices, he returned to find the hidden clan.

many clues and traces passed when he saw a couple of hunters hunting the area and flew up the hallelujah mountains.

upon arriving at the hidden spot of the omatikaya, he was surrounded by them with arrows and guns pointing at him for questioning. he wanted to explain when selena came into view with her brother.

so'lek pointed towards her, "you know me. remember."

selena's ears perked when she heard his voice and stood in front of him with a smile, "i'd known you'd come back, so'lek."

there it was again. that same feeling. his heart began to thumping rapidly and his palms started to sweat. "yes i guess i came for you."

his answer shocked her but she continued to smile, grabbing his hand to pull him somewhere, "i'll show you around."

he didn't know where they were going but he knew by the new scent of hers, she wasn't alone. she was mated with another.

by the time he stayed with the omatikaya, he learned she mated with the infamous and brave warrior that survived a big fall and bullets to his body.

no matter that she was mated and bonded with another, he still desired her and wished to taste her and tsu'tey noticed this.

tsu'tey knows the lust and smell of hormones reeking of this young male na'vi wanting his tanhi. he wants to show this stranger that this woman was his alone but he saw how his mate expressed herself with the young male.

selena talks about him whenever she gets the chance and she was starting to smell like him from showing him around.

his mind went to imagining the possibilities of seeing her get her pussy rammed by another man's cock while looking at him, begging him to put his in. kissing her lips while he fucks her pussy and so'lek wanting to do the same but he can't, her lips are his. rubbing her clit hard while the male fucks her hole just to see her squirt and sucks on her nipple.

tsu'tey decided to bring up the topic of bringing in another person into their relationship and she was surprised since he's hostile and possessive when it came to his mate.

in the end, they agreed to have so'lek in their relationship in a poly and selena couldn't wait.

this is where they are now.

so'lek was sitting with selena sitting on his cock reverse cowgirl with his hands on her thighs, spreading them wide for tsu'tey to admire. tsu'tey went down to put his mouth on her clit to suck on while so'lek fucked her relentlessly because of good she felt when she clenched on him.

"so'lek....oh so'lek!" selena moaned with her tail wagging and found his tail to wrap around it while she turned his head to kiss him tenderly but passionately. the young male grunted against her lips and sucked on her tongue as he thrusted desperately into her pussy. tsu'tey was getting a little jealous of their intimate moments so he went to put her nipple in his mouth and swirls his tongue around the bud as he rubs her clit slowly and harshly to edge her.

selena whimpers against so'lek's lips feeling tsu'tey's rough tongue on her bud giving her the pleasure of recovering this kind of treatment from both males.

"ma tanhi, you are not paying attention to me." tsu'tey says in an annoyed tone but selena reassures him with caressing his ears and hair.

she separates her lips from him and kisses him and uses her hand to jerk him off and guide his cock to her pussy. she wants both of them.

"ma tsu'tey....don't be jealous. i love both of you. put it in, yawne." she says in between breaths and gasps from the tip of tsu'tey's cock rubbing her clit. tsu'tey slightly pushes his cock in and hisses at the pressure added with pleasure when it's inside with another. so'lek whimpers, continuing to push his deeper and faster so desperate to cum from her pussy alone.

so'lek thought this was impossible but now, it is not. he doesn't want to push it when they've barely begun as a poly relationship. either way he wants to take the leap.

so'lek grabs his queue and shows it to selena and tsu'tey to indicate what he wants. with his other hand around her waist and his lips nibbling her ear, "please....bond with me....i want to feel it."

selena didn't think twice, grabbing tsu'tey's and her braid, showing their tendrils to connect with so'lek's. tsu'tey didn't mind, he was going to share with the other male and willing to accept him as a mate as long they got along.

all three of them connect with each other and a surge of love and passion connects them spiritually as they drown in their love. both males thrust into their mate and take turns in kissing each other. so'lek felt happy and at ease at finally not having one but two mates who will cherish him. he's not alone now.

all three of them came together and lovingly nibbled, kissed, and embraced each other with the warmth of their bodies with their queues still connected.

NOTE : i think i want to make a so'lek fic with tsu'tey after this came to mind 👀

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I have to ask. What would it have been like if Sakido survived her escape from Hell? Like, how much would she have added if she was alive and with Rhea and Buwaro?

❗ Spoilers for my webcomic, Slightly Damned ❗ Darius would have had no idea where his children went. He would have no way of finding out unless he happened to meet Rhea somewhere. (page 894). Sakido was strong enough to carry both Buwaro and Rhea while flying. They could have easily flown over Fuzen'ro Forest and missed Kieri entirely. Kieri would not have survived without being found by Buwaro (page 147). Without Kieri, Buwaro may have never learned to read (page 857, page 1073). Both Rhea and Sakido easily lose their tempers when dealing with his bubbly and naive personality. Kieri is infinitely patient and gentle with him in a way that the others aren't. Taking advice from Rhea, Buwaro's desire for a relationship with Kieri motivates him to self improve (page 346, page 347, page 348). Having a relationship with Kieri is what motivates him to seek a way to end the war between Demons and Angels peacefully (page 952, page 956). Buwaro felt profound grief and loss when Sakido died. The experience of losing her permanently changed him. He felt guilty for not paying more attention to her needs, and became the emotionally sensitive lovebug we all know today (page 871, page 944). If Sakido lived, when would Buwaro have started growing up?

When Sakido died, Rhea promised she would take care of Buwaro in her place (page 92). With Sakido alive, Rhea might not feel an obligation to stick with the Demon siblings, seeing that she was free in Medius again. Either way, Rhea would have no reason to return to the Fuzen'ro Forest Jakkai village. She and J would likely travel together directly to Ghardin City to reunite with Ramirez (page 585). Sammy could still have saved the Fairy sisters, Eve and Willow, with the help of her family, The Sinclairs. But Buwaro, Kieri, and Rhea would not have gotten Eve's royal blessing, which is somehow detectable even by Fairies who have never met them before and makes them easy to identify (page 669). Miranda Sinclair would not have been able to make The Rainbow Reverie without harvesting ingredients from Kieri and Buwaro (page 446). Without the Green Rainbow Reverie potion, Lakritz would have died from his injuries (page 728). Rhea would have never drank the Yellow Rainbow Reverie potion, which jumpstarted her transformation into a snake as a result of being a direct descendant of Moku, the Earth Snake Guardian (page 827). Tsavo would not have been able to get a sample of the Red Rainbow Reverie potion for his research into controlling berserk Demons (page 829). If Buwaro and Sakido somehow met Iratu in St. Curtis, there are signs that it would not have gone well. Sakido used to be an elite warrior in Hell (page 90), but she left and lived as an outcast in The Ring of the Slightly Damned. When she flies toward the pillar of light to escape Hell with Buwaro and Rhea in tow, one Demon calls her a "crazy bitch" and assumes that Sakido has arrived to stop the Ascension ritual (page 90). Meanwhile, Iratu and the other antagonistic Demons are the ones doing the Ascension rituals (page 774).

...but really, there's an infinite number of ways you could tell a version of Slightly Damned where Sakido stayed alive. That's just not the story I chose to write. I planned to kill Sakido from the start. I had decided on it before the comic began. The chain of events that unfolded and the character development that followed were built with Sakido's death as part of their foundation.

#slightly damned #sdamned #spoilers #slightly damned spoilers #sakido #sakido elexion #asks #q & a #webcomics

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hairupintheair · 3 months

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Trolls Band Together Commentary Notes Part 3/4

- Zosia Mamet's performance of 9 to 5 was longer than what made it into the movie, but the rest of it made it onto the soundtrack. - The Hustle moment originally came later, after the group found Clay. They wanted a way to move the plot to Mount Rageous quickly. It was decided to push it to earlier because the later scene was a more serious tone so it didn't fit there. - The idea for the Hustle-verse was that they were sliding through different dimensions to travel faster, and each one would be a different art style, especially 60's and 70's animated art styles. - Viva's design is supposed to be like a superhero, with a chest emblem and a cape. She was originally a more stoic, warrior-like character and then somewhere down the line they decided they wanted her to be more energetic and eventually defined her as being "more Poppy than Poppy." - The Bergen mini golf course idea was originally thought up during the first movie, as one of Gristle and Bridget's dates, before they finally settled on the roller skating rink. They decided to bring back the idea for the third movie. - Commentary quote: "Those are the best looking french fries in CGI history. They should have loaded Rhonda up with those fries and taken them with them." - Producer Gina Shay REALLY wanted the joke about Clay's room being the little shack/admin building and she had to fight the studio hard to keep it in the movie, because they didn't think it was funny. - There was constant pushback from many of the crew against Poppy having a sister too, thinking it would feel too contrived with Branch and his brothers already being the core plot of the movie. Many, many notes were sent around, all suggesting they drop Viva from the movie. But they were firm and adamant about Viva staying and they ignored all the suggestions to take her out. Her involvement in the plot allows Poppy to see from Branch's point of view, about family being complicated, and also allowed them to have a moment when Branch supports Poppy like she supports him (outside the golf course gates). - Poppy leaving her scrapbook at the gate was supposed to tell the audience that Poppy is not abandoning the new sister she just found. She planned to come back afterwards, once Floyd was safe. - Everyone working on the movie worked very hard on finding a balance for V&V, making them antagonists but still likeable. It wasn't easy and the two characters went through many iterations before they finally found what worked. - V&V are purposely a dark mirror to the protagonists, showing what happens when siblings don't work through their problems and respect their differences, as the Trolls learned to do.

#trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls movie #trolls 3 #trolls band together #trolls movie commentary

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fishbaitslime · 7 months

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Princess and Sandstorm for hypokits? 👀

“Sandstorm … the forest isn’t my home.”

“I’m there! Fireheart’s there, your nieces! What do the housefolk have that you won’t find in Thunderclan?”

Sandstorm and Princess met way later than Fireheart in canon would’ve found his sister, I think somewhere around the time of the new prophecy. Sandstorm would also become leader much later, probably either during the great journey or afterwards. They at first were pretty stand-offish to each-other, princess being in search of her brother originally- but they slowly became friends and eventually falling for each-other.

Once the clans learn they have to leave, Sandstorm immediately races to tell Princess and beg her to join the clan so they may be together. Princess is unsure, she never had dreams of being a warrior like her brother- which Sandstorm assures her there are much more relaxed roles within the clan that Princess could take up. Despite the reassurance, she isn’t sure, and asks Sandstorm to retrieve her on the morning they leave- just 3 days after this conversation she’ll have her answer then.

Sandstorm shows up, and waits. She waits as long as she can, Fireheart eventually (gently) telling her it’s time to leave. As they do, Princess frantically scrambles over her fence with a panicked “Wait-!” her collar, having been torn and dirtied by her trying to tear it off through the night, finally shattering as she comes to stand before her mate and family. “I’m sorry, I was trying to impress you with a big entrance- fancy, like the stories my mother told me…” She almost looked embarrassed, “I’ve made my decision.”

princess then becomes a permanent queen and spends her days with her wife and helping raise kittens :0) i also think this is apart of the fireraven au!! read my hypokit stuff for that if u wish <3

FLUFFYBELLY is a bit different from his canon counter part but also not. I think he’s born on the great journey, and kind’ve yearns for the traveling life of his kithood- replacing his kittypet desires for more of loner/rouge desires. He is still very jovial and silly- also a bit spoiled as a kit :P his moms wouldve, and did, give him anything he asked for. They just loved him sooo much. He still had his kinda weird teenage phase where he would run off from the clans, this time hanging out with the rouges that lurk around the clan territory. This is how he gains his disbelief in starclan, i think eventually getting his ass beat at some point which makes him realized that clan cats aren’t the only bitches who b fighting lol. he then settles back into his clan life pretty easily!

requests for warrior cat hypokits are open!

#wc #warrior cats #wc sandstorm #wc princess #sandstorm #princess #wc hypokit #hypokit #wc art #warrior cats art #jo scribbles #fireraven au

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vodrae · 7 months

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We all know Kori-Starfire can learn new languages by kissing someone.

And she had a team(euphemism) with Dick "I speak dialects forgotten till Babel's Tower" Grayson and Jason "I have the biggest booktok account" Todd.

Both have a gentleman agreement that

"Kori came back in the Titans knowing how to speak 400 BC's Greek, let's not talk about it"

But years after years, they meet Kori speaking languages they don't know, and that itch them harder and harder

"CAN YOU STOP KISSING MY EX-WIFE/BIG SISTER ?!"

Blank.

That was neither of them.

Who ? Who kisses her on a regular basis ? And knows so much ?

A necessary investigation takes place (you know bats and boundaries...)

She was on Themyscira. Kori went somewhere homly for her, filled with warriors and one of the biggest library in the world. She's been kissing all the archivists who speak together nearly every languages created.

Knowledge is a pair of lips away. Did Kori told them one kiss works to learn it all ? No. Did they ask ? No. Acquisition comes from repetition after all.

And now Dick and Jay are pissed they can't learn anything she doesn't know anymore. Kori didn't even kissed them all this time, they were studiying together. It was a great bonding time.

#batman #batfamily #batfam #batman headcanon #batfamily shenanigans #jason todd #red hood #starfire #koriand'r #dc titans #red hood and the outlaws #dickori #dickkori #dick grayson #Nightwing #themyscira

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aonungyou-shit · 1 year

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Ma Rotxo {Prolouge}

DNI/BYF

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Pairing: Roxto x Lo'ak Twin Sister! Reader

Synopsis: You are one hard headed. Crass and hard headed warrior. And you gather the attention of a gentle Metkayina boy.

Yes i moved this one over dont worry im working on the story now

To know love was one of the kindest of end games to know.

Now. You had been standoffish. Crass and sometimes even mean when it came to potential suitors in your clan. Yes you warded off men and women alike. Often telling your parents you never had time for any of that sort.

It wasn’t like there were many suitors after you. But when they were you chased them off. You were a Warrior and you knew what you wanted.

You wanted someone who wasn’t a warrior. And unfortunately that's not the type of suitors you would get the attention of.

Now moving to Awa’atlu was not in the plans. You figured at least moving somewhere different wouldn’t wouldn’t gain you attention.

Well you weren’t exactly wrong.

Now the attention you got was picking on you for your weird appearance. Yes you weren’t Metkayina and that was what stood out to most.

But that didn’t seem to bother you.

Ao’nung liked to pick on you. And you liked to pick on him back. You were Mighty, strong alongside many other attributes. And just because he was the Olo’eyktan’s son doesn't mean you aren’t gonna give him his comeuppance .

Maybe that’s what gained Roxto’s attention. He didn’t see the reason to tease you for how you look or who you are. You were a Warrior just like your older brother Neteyam. And unlike your Twin You were mature, Never seeking trouble.

Perhaps it was also the fact of how you presented yourself too. Strong. Not gentle and kind how he had known all the metkayina girls to present themselves as.

And not that there wasn’t anything wrong with that. Growing up with five little sisters and his mother and Grandmother he had learned to respect a strong woman. And maybe that's why he hadn’t pursued anyone at all because of that reason.

The women in his life were always headstrong. Not only his mother and grandmother. But Tsahik as well. It always seemed he was surrounded by those women. And he liked them.

So by default he liked you. And at first that's all it was. Just admiration. Perhaps thats how all Omatikaya girls were?

He just knew that when he got to teach with Tsireya and Ao’nung you were a refreshing sigh.

Kiri was also like you. But also less of you. Sassy, sarcastic and always giving back some bite too. But From what she heard she didn’t seek trouble. Didn’t want to fight like how your brothers did.

You on the other hand? Scolded your brothers much worse than your mother could.

Not that he had seen it, But he got to hear it from lo’ak the following day.

He never got much time to talk to you. And maybe that’s whats puzzling him tonight.

He was no hunter. No warrior. Just a free diver. But oftentimes being the only man of his family clan. He would go out and hunt some food for his family.

Not that he was the best. But being friends with Ao’nung had its benefits. Mostly for teaching him how to hunt and throw a spear.

Tonight his mother noticed his lack of being all there. As was his littlest sister asking him if he could braid her hairs again all pretty like too.

“Roxto?”

“Huh? What is it, grandmother?”

“Are you alright maitan? You seem to have your mind occupied” his mother asked.

Roxto bit his lip. Looking down at his food before finally speaking.

“I think of a girl” He admitted making all of them stop their chatter and their shuffling as they all looked at him.

“Oh Eywa! Mother its happening!” His mother said with a cheerful smile. Clapping his hands together

“What? What’s happening?”

“Oh my boy! You are thinking of a girl! Oh our little Mans thinking of a girl”

Now Rotxo was a little embarrassed. Sure he’s never thought about a girl as deeply as you. But that didn't really mean anything.

“Oh no no! Its just. She’s very strong. A mighty warrior and im just a … just a diver. I'm sure even if i did Think about her this way. She would want a mighty Warrior for herself” he excused

“Why wouldn’t anyone want you Tsmukan? You’re very nice and you are very strong” His littlest sister comments.

Rotxo could only smile. “Thank you Mi’tik” He said kissing her head before working on doing her hair.

“Maitan.. Why do you think of this girl if you didnt wish to court her?”

“I’m sorry Sa’nok but i think that’s not for me. I got a lot of little gifts to take care of after all”

His mother watched as he pressed his head of his littlest sister before sharing a look with her own mother.

“Tsmukan! Do you think you can take us to meet your new girlfriend?” Tamey asked.

Looking at all his sister’s eyes All little gifts now his greatest pain.

And he knew he was a sucker for their little eyes that pleaded for them to spend time with him. Groaning he smiled

“Oh Alright Alright!” Roxto agreed.

And unfortunately by the next morning All five little monsters were asking you questions. Making you Finally look at Rotxo for more than just teaching lessons.

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axelsagewrites · 1 year

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Beric Dondarrian - Home

Pairing: Romantic Beric x reader, platonic Sandor x reader, platonic Thoros x reader

TW: few swears

Request: Reader Jon Snow's twin sister and a warrior. After Jon goes to the wall, she escapes Winterfell and travels for a long time. One day, she encounters Thoros from the Brotherhood Without Banners and then learns that Beric is alive. They met years ago and are friends. They have feelings for each other. They are reunited and do not want to be separated from each other again.

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Once Jon joined the nightswatch there was little left in Winterfell for you. The girls had left for kings landing with your father and without Ned there to stick up for you Catelyn had been awful. At least before when she kicked you to the side you had Jon next to you. Now he was gone and she wished you had gone with him. Catelyn barely let you spend anytime with bran and while she couldn’t stop Robb from talking to you, she glared. Somehow you were even more separated than before.

It was time to go.

You couldn’t join the nightswatch despite knowing that you were equally as good a fighter as Jon if not better. You couldn’t join your father in Kings Landing as being a bastard was apparently too much of a scandal there despite the southern king being known for his mistresses and whores. You couldn’t join a sept since you enjoyed freedom too much. And without Jon Winterfell was no longer your home. All you had left was your sword.

So that was it. you had decided to pack up your sword and a few other belongings, only those that fit in a satchel, and bid your brothers goodbye. Robb didn’t want you to leave but could at least understand why you had to go. Rickon however was another story. He cried when you left. He felt like he was losing everyone and in a way he was right. Catelyn glared at you as you tried to console her wailing son but did not stop as finally she would be rid of both her husband’s bastards. She never even complained when you took your horse with you. You weren’t sure if she noticed the full pouch of gold Robb gave you but if she did she never said.

As a solo female traveller, you knew you’d run into some problems along the way but you always made do. Your sword was never far from your side and most people that stopped you were petty thieves underestimating a girl. However, you noticed the closer you were to Kings Landing the more trouble you found yourself in.

One night when you were preparing to rest somewhere in the hills in the Riverlands close to kings landing you heard a twig snap and suddenly you were placing your hand on your sword. You had spent enough nights sleeping in forests and traveling through hills to know what noises animals made and caused. It wasn’t an animal.

You knew not all people were bad but the ones who tried to stay silent usually did not have good intentions but luckily for you they messed up. Your breathing was low and you stayed close to the ground waiting to see where they would come from. Then they struck.

You sword caught there’s mid-air before it had a chance to come down on your neck. They had tried to surprise you, but 3 men could never be fully silent. Your swords hit a few more times before you had enough and noticed he had no armour on. As you caught his sword again you raised your foot and watched him fall after you had put all your force into kicking his crotch.

The metal clashing had spooked your horse and when the guy fell your horse decided enough was enough and run. Luckily for you he ran right over the guy who fell but unluckily he ran straight passed the Forrest wall into thick tree lines.

But you didn’t have time to stop. The next guy was already coming at you. You caught his sword each time, but the trouble was the third man. You could see him hesitate until his friend had almost hit you, forcing you to duck and throwing you off balance, then he came into the fight as well. You struggled to keep up with their sword and knife but you did, knocking them away each time.

But you were getting tired and you saw the first guy start to rise after being trampled. You were fucked. Part of you contemplated on trying to run but they would catch you for sure. You were barely keeping up standing in one spot you couldn’t run.

You blocked the second guys next blow but you had saw the first man get up and run at you. You waited for the metal to bite your side but you heard his yelp and turned to see him on the ground and a man holding him by his collar.

“Three against one?” he yelled, “Hardly seems fair. Let’s settle the scores” he said before hitting the third guy with the hilt of his sword knocking him out to the ground.

The second guys eyes widened however he quickly had to catch himself as you brought your sword up again. The first guy was finally on his feet again but your new found stranger friend was making quick work of him. Without a second or even third person to worry about you had no issues in your fight.

You brought you sword down on his before kicking his stomach sending him to the ground. As he attempted to get up you swiped his feet out from underneath him and he fell hitting his head which you soon kicked. He flipped himself over and began to run but you swiped your sword across his back and he yelled in pain falling back to the dirt.

The stranger who had been trying to kill you or rob you or worse five minutes previously was a crying mess backing away from you, “I yield!” he yelled but you slashed across his chest, “I said I yield please mercy-“ but your sword had already found its way through his neck.

“This isn’t a fucking dual you idiot,” you said watching as the life began to leave his eyes. You pulled your sword back. Dark red mud gurgled from the hole and spilled down his neck. You turned to see the stranger pulling his sword out the other guys back leaving him to fall lifelessly to the ground. “I’d say nice to meet you but,”

The man laughed, “Beric,” he said walking up to you and shaking your hand.

“(Y/N),” you were grateful at the lack of last names used, “where’d the last guy go?” you asked when you realised the third lacky had disappeared from where he had fell.

“Don’t worry I’m sure Thoros will have gotten him. He didn’t look very good,” Who the hell was Thoros? As you wondered you saw a man walk out the trees with your horses’ reigns in one hand and a bloody sword in the other. “Thoros come meet our new friend,”

“Who said we’re friends?” You asked, putting your sword back in its sheath.

“I did,” Beric smirked, “we did save your life after all and don’t hit me with the ‘I didn’t need your help’ shtick because lets be real lady but you did,”

You rolled your eyes, “Thanks for the help but I best be off. Need a new spot to sleep now,” you walked over to the apparent Thoros and took the reins from him, “Thanks for finding him,”

“He found us more like,” Thoros said, “You sure you gotta be off so quickly?”

“Im tired,” you weren’t lying but it wasn’t why you were leaving.

As you began to walk into the forest Beric called after you, “We have some rabbits. Already skinned and everything. Just need to light a fire and cook em. You’re welcome to join us,”

You stopped and without turning back asked, “what’s the catch?”

“No catch,” Beric said and you could hear a smile in his voice, “Just want to give a pretty girl her dinner,”

You took a breath debating whether it was worth the hassle and before figuring if they were gonna kill you they wouldn’t have let you rest and feed you first. You turned back around, “Don’t be expecting nothing because I shared your rabbits,”

“All’s we want is your company,”

Dinner lasted longer than expected. You never told them about your now half full coin purse but Beric had no issue paying for you to have your own room in an inn. You were essentially a sellsword company of three doing smaller biddings for small lords. it sounded so insignificant, like such a downgrade from Winterfell, but it was wonderful.

You fought, you were respected, you were paid, you had two guys that always had your back and whom you quickly considered friends. Thoros was drunk or asleep more often than he was awake or sober leaving you much time with Beric and you were not complaining.

He was handsome. Like really handsome. It took everything in you not to swoon like you saw Sansa and her lady’s do at the prince. But this was no wimpy blonde brat. This was Beric Dondarian. But he was also your fellow sellsword and somethings were too precious to mess up.

One morning you were eating in a tavern bellow the inn a small lord had put you up in when everything changed. You were always the last to sleep and first to rise but Beric came down not long after you to share breakfast with you. Breakfast with Beric was your favourite part of the day. He was too tired to notice your long stares and his morning voice gave you a light warm feeling in your chest. Like dancing butterflies.

Today was like no other. Beric sat across from you silently eating oats and staring out a window while you stared at him. Until you heard the whispers. Even in his sleep state Beric noticed them too.

“Hey, you,” he said, turning and leaning to talk to a table of poor looking knights, “What’s everyone whispering about?”

“Haven’t you heard? The kings dead. killed by a boar,” your heart jumped. What would happen to your father with no king to serve? Could you finally return to Winterfell with him? Or would he be stuck as regent for a boy king with no manners.

You hadn’t told Beric or Thoros about your family but they had noticed your silence that day. “Cat got your tongue?” Beric asked as you three walked back to the tavern for dinner after serving yet another lords dumb mission. “You’ve not said a word since breakfast,”

“Not in a talky mood,”

“Funny that,” Thoros chimed in, “Because this is the first time you’ve shut up since we met you,”

You ignored their laughs and entered the tavern, heading straight for the stairs to the inn when Beric grabbed your arm, “Look we’re not happy the old bag died either, but I don’t understand why you’re so quiet,”

You sighed and looked around the tavern for an empty table. “Its not about him,” you muttered leading them to a table in the corner. The waitress came and took your order and finally you told them, “It’s about the hand. Well, im not sure if he’s still hand of the king. Ned Stark,”

“That guy,” Thoros said, “Seems like a nice bloke,”

You laughed, “He is. Really nice actually,”

“What?” Beric said, “You fuck him or something?” his face was sour but yours twisted worse than his.

“Gods no you prick. He’s my father,” and so you explained everything and they tried their best to understand, “I just worry what will happen to him,”

The waitress brought over your dinners at that point, “You’s on about the hand?” she asked, and you nodded hesitantly “Haven’t you heard? He’s called the new king a bastard. He must have lost his mind if he thought that crazy Cersei’s cunt would let that fly. I’ll tell you I wouldn’t even dare dream of saying nothing like that in front of no Lannister,” all the colour had drained from your face. Questioning a king’s birth, right? The smell of war was thick.

You ate dinner in silence before placing a coin from your own purse on the table. “What’s that for?” Thoros asked.

“I have to go,” you said getting up and walking out of the inn.

Beric followed, “Go where?” he asked

“Home,” you said as you began to ready your horse, “My father isn’t making it out of Kings Landing alive. My brothers will need me. Robb won’t sit quiet after this,” you knew what your younger brother was like. He would start a war for your father and as would you. “I’m sorry but I must go,”

You grabbed the saddle about to pull yourself up onto your horse when Beric grabbed your arm and spun you back around, “I’ll find you,”

“What?”

“When this all blows over. I’ll come to Winterfell. I’ll come now if you need me to,”

“You can’t Beric. Your place is here. Thoros needs you,”

“He needs you too,” Beric said as he took both your arms in his hands, “I need you. These weeks since we found you have been the most important weeks of my life. Give me an hour and we’ll come too,”

“I don’t have an hour,” You said, “I need to get to Robb before he does something stupid. When the time comes come to Winterfell,”

“When?” he asked.

“You’ll know when,” you assured him before engulfing him into your embrace. He held you even tighter. Tears slipped from your eyes, “I’ll miss you,” You whispered.

“Ill find you. Promise. Maybe no war will come,”

“Maybe,” you pulled away this time and he rested his head on yours. “Goodbye Beric,” you placed a kiss so light on his lips you barely felt it before you turned to your horse. Beric helped you climb on before waving you off.

It was three years later before you saw him again. You had made it back to Robb and fight in his wars. You had been on his council and told him it was stupid to worry of weddings and wives while your sisters were captives, but Catelyn insisted the Frey’s were necessary alliance especially after Robb had married a stranger. Unfortunately for Catelyn by dooming her son’s life she had saved yours.

She refused to let you attend the wedding, insisting a bastard had no place. Robb had tried to defend you but you told him it didn’t matter. Someone had to watch the horses. Then you heard the first scream. Then the next. Soon you heard the Frey’s laughing. You barely made it onto your horse in time before the Frey’s came for you next.

For the next months you travelled somewhere between the Riverlands and the vale. You weren’t too sure. You debated ending it all till your horse trotted past something at first you thought was a dirty rock. Till it moved.

You swiftly jumped from your horse, unsheathing your sword, and approached the figure on the ground. Its breath was shallow and as you got closer you saw the dry blood crusted on its skin. “Who are you?” you asked knowing while he posed no threat you couldn’t be certain he was alone.

Then he said it, “Arya?” he asked his voice horse and barely a whisper, “Did you,” his breath sucked in,” come back?” he wheezed. His eyes were barely slits and you knew he couldn’t see you.

“Who are you and how do you know my sister?”

“Sansa?” he tried to move before wheezing in paid.

“I’m not Sansa. Im not a stark,” you said, dropping your sword and crouching before the man.

Finally his eyes met yours, “You’re that snow girl aren’t you?”

“I’m that snow girl alright,” you said as you took the water from your side and forcing it to his lips, “Drink,” you told him but he refused.

“Wine, I want fucking wine,”

This time you slapped the dying man, “I’ll give you wine when You’re not dying in your own piss and blood,”

You weren’t sure why you stopped for him. If he had never have said her name you probably wouldn’t have stayed long. Perhaps blessed him with a quick death. Instead you spent the next few days nursing him to health before traveling with a snails pace with him as he healed.

You were close to running out of wine and clean water when Ray found you both and took some kind of pity on you. While Sandor cursed and spat at him you thanked him for his help and now you travelled with his flock. He allowed Sandor to be pulled along in a wagon which he denied he needed but the once great man could barely walk.

Over the months the hound finally recovered. You’d become accustomed to Ray and his crowd, enjoying the spirit of the group. Sandor was a different story. Despite being semi friends with him he’d pissed you off after getting into another toss with Ray after 3 men threatened your sept and Ray seemed not to care. You followed him into the forests to lecture him as he cut wood. However when you returned Ray was hanging from his own makeshift sept and everyone else was dead and their belongings stolen. No words were spoken between the pair of you as you took your sword and he his axe and hunted the men that did this.

It didn’t take long to find them but you hadn’t expected them to be about to be hung. “These men are ours to kill!” Sandor roared when he saw them, stomping up the group. You paid no attention to the other men and started into the eyes of the man who had threatened you hours earlier. “Tell your light lord to pick another prick to take,”

“These are our men,” you heard someone say but you ignored him and walked to the man who had started the argument with Ray. “They were our brothers first,”

You maintained eye contact with the ring leader who’s head was now decorated with a rope necklace. He squirmed under your gaze, “What’s your name?” you asked a mere foot away from him.

“Lem,” He stuttered. The brotherhood around you had fallen silent. “They call me- “

“I don’t care what they call you,” you stopped him, “I just care that I get to watch the life drain from your eyes like you did with my friends. I just want to see you die. And I want to enjoy it,”

“(Y/N)?” Your head snapped to the side and soon you faced with a man you missed daily.

“Thoros? Where’s Beric?” you panicked thinking he had died before you had found him again.

Sandor groaned, “Don’t tell me about your friends with this light prick?”

“Light prick?” you questioned.

“I worship the god of light now. He helped me bring Beric back from the dead,”

“Yeah after I killed him like I plan on killing these pricks but when I kill you,” he faced the men about to be hung, “You’ll stay dead. got it?”

“Where’s Beric now?” but you were ignored.

“They were our brothers first,” he said as he approached you, “but out of fairness I will let you have one,”

“Two,” Sandor argued.

“One,” Thoros still looked at you.

“Three,”

“One,”

“One each,” You interrupted their bickering “One for me. One for Sandor. One for you. Got it?”

“Fine,”

And so, it was done. As the men hung their dying you turned to Thoros “Now tell me. Where the fuck is Beric? If he’s dead just told me already and- “

“He’s not dead,”

“Oh, thank god,”

“He was-“ Sandor interrupted.

“But the god of light brought him back,” Thoros cut him off in return, “Let us take you too him,”

Thoros led you and the other Brothers and Sandor’s to a make shift camp they had set up. As you approached you saw a man covered in scars, bruises, and with an eyepatch sitting on a log sharpening a knife. It was him.

“Beric,” you called as you sprinted towards him.

He had barely had the chance to stand before you crashed into him and wrapped your arms around him, “(Y/N)?” He whispered finally hugging you back. “I thought they killed you. Your brother I heard- “

“I was outside. I never made it inside the wedding,” You whispered as tears fell from your eyes and drowned his shirt. “I survived barely,”

“And I will thank my god every day for your return.” Your bones could crush under the sheer force of his embrace but you did not care, “And I will beg him to never take you from me again,”

“Or you from me,”

You heard Sandor talking in the background but you did not care. After a few moments you pulled back to see him and the other brothers had wandered away slightly but not far enough to be out of side.

“How have you been?” You asked trying to step back but he kept you in his arms.

“Miserable,” he replied, “I was only every happy in my dreams when I would get to see your face,” Beric moved the hair out of your face and rested his hand by your jaw, “Though I understand mine may not be the one you remember,”

“I could never forget your face,” You whispered, trailing a finger over his eyebrows, down his nose, and finally around his lips, “Never not once. I saw you die in my dreams. Over and over. I thought the gods were telling me something. To give up. But I never did,”

“I died six times already. Once by your friend over there,”

“Friend is a strong word,” you said and he laughed, “He’s not as bad when you know him. Not fond of fire though,”

“Maybe that’s why he doesn’t like me,” Beric laughed and his smile was infectious. “I missed your smile. I missed your eyes looking into mine. I missed breakfast. I missed your lips,”

You smiled. For the first time in years you felt at home, “Then you shall never miss them again,” Finally you closed the gap and pressed your lips firmly against his. You melted into the kiss and Beric’s hands found his way to your hair. It was soft and gentle and harsh all at once. Your hands held onto his waist and pulled him closer.

After some moments he pulled his lips away. You could see tears on his cheeks and you knew you had some of your own, “I fear,” he started, “I miss them again already,”

“Then let’s fix that,” you chuckled as your arms went around his neck to pull him in again. You vowed to yourself you would never leave his side again. You realised he was home. Not a house or castle or piece of land. Beric was your home.

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goodqueenaly · 1 year

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how would a westerosi noble lady be treated if she wanted to be a bit more intellectual such as reading scholarly books as well patronizing the arts and sciences as much as the setting allows

Depends on the lady, depends on the situation, I would guess.

(All of this is assuming we’re talking about a married lady running her own household; there might be entirely different considerations for, say, an unmarried daughter or sister, or a woman married to a landless aristocrat, or a widowed woman.)

Where does she live? If she is the lady of somewhere like, say, Bear Island, she might find herself the object of confusion, derision, and/or scorn for prioritizing (what might be see as) impractical artistic pursuits instead of the practical management of the family seat. (Compare Dacey and Maege Mormont’s mockery of Lynesse, negatively comparing her to the warrior-woman depicted on the Mormont hall’s carving.) By contrast, if she is the lady of a seat like Lannisport or Oldtown, then such a lady might be admired or praised for taking an interest in a naturally more learned and cosmopolitan environment or patronizing the sorts of artists and artisans that might flourish in a rich and diverse city environment.

What kind of man is this woman married to? If she were married to someone like Randyll Tarly, I can imagine that the husband would firmly reject and forbid the perhaps “useless” endeavor of a woman pursuing learning. (Compare, say, the apocryphal and probably untrue story that James VI of Scotland thought that Latin had the unfortunate side effect of making women more cunning.) By contrast, a woman married to someone more interested in scholarly texts himself might find herself encouraged to pursue such an interest herself.

How successful, for lack of a better term, is this woman at the rest of what might be termed her job (again, purely in Westerosi eyes)? Has she borne sons (specifically sons, in largely patriarchal Westeros) enough to secure whatever dynasty she has been sent to propagate via marriage? Has she capably run the household, or even improved that running (compare, say, Florence Fossoway, who as the shrewd Lady of Highgarden increased the Tyrell incomes by a third)? Has she shown proper devotion to whatever faith is the dominant religion of her family and society (or is she at least given a pass by her marital family if she does not)? Or is her unorthodox interest in learning and/or artistic patronage going to be used against her, to highlight what might be seen as her other failures?

What is the climate of learning in which this woman is living? (I remind everyone with deep regret and more than a little resentment that Westeros has exactly three known female authors, one of whom exclusively wrote about her sexual escapades and another of whom is only cited for her supposed knowledge of sexual escapades.) Is this a time and place like, say, the era of the Three Sage Kings in the Reach, when Andal culture (including, presumably, Andal learning) was finding more acceptance with the Gardener court and the greater Reach nobility? If so, such a lady might find her interest in scholarship praised as reflecting the shifting socio-political norms of her society. By contrast, if this woman were living in, say, a post-Quellon Greyjoy Iron Islands, she might find her interest in scholarship scorned as dangerously foreign and anti-Old Way.

These are not even scratching the surface of all the considerations to be taken into account, or all the scenarios that might arise. These are just some points to ponder when thinking about a woman interested in scholarship and patronage of the arts in Westeros.

#asoiaf meta #westerosi culture

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(In which you share a calming afternoon with her.) (yoo iseol & reader) (fluff.) "Senior, can you teach me that?"

You feel yourself jump at the sudden voice, before looking up to see her standing before you with a monotone expression. That was how you would describe Yoo Iseol, if you couldn't see the slight glimmer in her eyes as she spoke, seemingly hesitant to ask this question but at the same time hopeful for a new learning experience. For some reason, the way she looked at you made your heart clench and you couldn't find a shred of rejection in your heart to deny her of her wants. "What do you mean, junior sister?" You smiled, tilting your head to the side. You wondered what she was referring to, since you were sure that you weren't doing anything but meditating underneath a plum blossom tree in the courtyard. Usually, your body would prefer a good training session in this pleasant weather, to train and exhaust yourself until you're completely spent with a satisfied smile; but your heart had longed for a peaceful solace underneath blooming petals, and who were you if not one to follow your heart? You were broken out of your thoughts when you heard her speak again. It was low, hushed in a way, but at the same time, brought a harmonious comfort to your ears. You couldn't help but sigh in content. "Your swordsmanship. I want to learn it, please." As expected from a disciple from Mount Hua. You gestured her over, patting the spot next to you with your hand. She was confused at first, but stood next to you a few moments later. "Iseol-ah, I meant you could sit here." "But how would that help me learn?" You almost let out a laugh if it weren't for the confused expression she had. It was cute, you thought. You could see why the other disciples had thought of her as a vain beauty. "Come sit with me for a bit, won't you? It would be a waste to not enjoy it." She thought about it for a while, before nodding and sitting next to you. You smiled at her, deciding to lean onto the tree with a relaxed expression. She continued to stare at you, quietly observing you as you relaxed under the tree. Moments continued to pass, before you remembered something and finally sat up. "Oh, I have something for you." You said, taking out a hair brush and a hair piece. You were out on a task when you spotted the hair piece being sold at one of the stores. The color and design of it was simple, but it reminded you of Iseol. While the both of you were warriors at heart, you couldn't help but wonder what your junior sister would look like if she dressed up a little. Even if the item may not be used in the future and will only collect dust somewhere in the dorms, you still bought it anyway for a single moment like this.

She stared at it, tilting her head to the side. "Will you let me put it on?" You asked with a smile, beaming with hopeful innocence. Iseol only nodded, turning around to let you. Your smile widened, not expecting this outcome, but quickly got to work. You couldn't let her wait, right? That would be rude. Softly, you took her hair into your hands, brushing her strands with utmost care. The comb tugged at her hair, but you were careful when undoing any knots and continued your ministrations. When you were finally done, you began sectioning her hair into several parts, before beginning to braid and style them with a technique learned from your travels. Iseol wasn't used to this. She was more familiar with doing her own hair quickly in the morning before heading out to begin her day. However, it didn't mean that it wasn't unwelcomed. In fact, she enjoyed the calming humming of her senior while they did her hair, the soft breeze and the faint scent of plum blossoms above them. It felt like she was being cared for by a parent, despite only being a little younger than her senior. (Or atleast, that was what she thought.) Her demeanor relaxed slightly as she closed her eyes, pleased with the soft moment being shared between two disciples. When you were finally done, she had fallen asleep. You held your voice, not wanting to interrupt her slumber. Had she been going up into the mountains to train again? You would've praised her for her diligence if she was awake, but perhaps you would have to wait for now. Instead, you allowed her to lean against you as the both of you enjoyed this peaceful afternoon, underneath the plum blossoms, underneath the aspiration of a growing future.

#return of the blossoming blade #return of the mount hua sect #rotbb #x reader #return of the mount hua sect x reader #gn reader #rotmhs x reader #rotbb x reader #iseolxreader #im sorry if i wrote her wrongly i love her and my delusions are speaking for me #shes so <333 #platonic or romantic? another day where i question my writings

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cienie-isengardu · 6 months

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@sakairz129 commented on She [mother] would...

I have a couple of doubts. I know the history of mk from the ninth game, so I don't know much about the previous games and stories. I didn't know that they had a sister or what happened to their mother, could someone explain to me? 😭

Sure, I will do my best!

Mortal Kombat 9 (2011) is the reboot that started the alternative timeline, in which Kuai Liang and Bi-Han were abducted as children and trained to be Lin Kuei assassins.

"An assassin of the Lin Kuei clan, Kuai Liang commands the power of ice and cold. Unlike other members of his clan, he and his older brother, Bi-Han, were abducted as children by the Lin Kuei and trained in the techniques of assassination throughout their lives. [...] (source: Sub-Zero’s MK9!BIO)

In this timeline, we don’t have much information about Bi-Han & Kuai Liang’s biological family besides this BIO and MK11’s intro dialogues (Noob vs Sub-Zero, Sub-Zero mirror matches) that mention their grandfather was a Sub-Zero before them.

Original timeline usually described Bi-Han and Kuai Liang’s origin as unknown however the Bi-Han-centric game Sub-Zero: Mythologies provided more detailed backstory:

Somewhere in the northern most parts of Asia, there exists a secret clan of assassins and thieves known as the Lin Kuei. This group has existed for centuries and thrives on the evil intention of the people who pay for their services. Its warriors are chosen at birth to be raised apart from the workings of day to day civilization and are stripped of their former lives. Only the clan knows their existence [...] Born in America, Sub-Zero was the oldest of three children, which included a brother and sister. Their mother wanted a normal life for her sons, who had already been chosen by the Lin Kuei to become warriors for the clan. She tried in vein to hide them from their father whose own life in America was only a cover for his true identity and purpose. Eventually they were found and their father returned with them to his homeland. Their mother and sister were never seen or heard from again. Sub-Zero learned of his ability as a young adult. It was passed on to him by his father, a fourth generation Lin Kuei warrior himself. The ability to harness the element of cold is one that takes years of practice. It's full potential realized only by those who've mastered it at the latest stages of life. Sub-Zero's skills have the ability to develop much faster than those of the other Lin Kuei. This was realized by the Lin Kuei Grandmasters who picked the young warrior to take his deceased father's place as the next Sub-Zero. (Source: mythologies.dragondata.com or mksecrets.net)

The source is not clear if Bi-Han & Kuai Liang's mother was a Lin Kuei herself or if she was a "normal" woman married to working under cover Lin Kuei assassin. We know only that she didn't want her sons to be used by the clan and tried save her kids. Sadly, her fate is not confirmed either, as the "never seen or heard again" may means Bi-Han's mother and the youngest sister were killed or (hopefully) they managed to run away and hide well enough to never beed found by Lin Kuei.

Please keep in mind I know this backstory from those two websites - I suspect this originally comes from Sub-Zero: Mythologies Prima Guide or something like, but sadly I do not own a copy to confirm - or deny - it. However, the mythologies.dragondata.com is listed on wikipedia as an official Sub-Zero: Mythologies website and its archived version you can check out for yourself here.

I personally, until proven wrong, assume this is an official original Bi-Han & Kuai Liang's backstory.

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #kuai liang #lin kuei #my replies #i do have some screenshoots from sub-zero mythologies and the little bits fits the text posted on those sites #so until proven wrong #i'm gonna stick to it

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notsoelegantdoewrites · 1 year

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The Last Valyrian Warrior

Summary: Every story has a beginning. This is yours.

Daemon Targaryen x Valyrian!Reader/OFC

Creator Chose Not To Use Warnings

Word Count: 3.4k

Part 1 of The Last Valyrian Warrior Series

AO3

A/N: This is my first published work. Super nervous how it came out. Either way, I hope you enjoy.

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The day could not have been more perfect. Not a single cloud could be seen, not even from the tallest tower of the Red Keep, leaving the skies miles upon miles away clear as ever. Skies perfect for flying.

It was to be a joyous day as the young Prince Daemon was to celebrate his 7th name day. Normally there would be a grand feast to honor the youngest grandson of the King but Dameon had other plans. After a night of pleading and begging, Prince Baelon had yielded to his son’s insistent plea to not attend the day-long feast and instead fly on top of Vhagar across the Narrow Sea to visit the Free City of Braavos. Ever so ambitious and adventurous was his son. The dragon was beyond capable to hold him and Daemon along with his eldest Viserys on the journey so where was the harm in accommodating the boy’s one request.

Braavos, the northernmost city-state on the western coast of Essos. A city of wealth and song with a history dating back to before the Doom of Valyria. Yet it was not the history that attracted the attention of the boy, it was that of the land and structures in which the city was well known for. The land comprised Sellagoro's Shield, the Drowned Town, and Purple Harbor. Structures included the Iron Bank, the House of Black and White and the Temple of the Moonsingers, and the noteworthy Titan of Braavos. After the lesson in which Daemon learned of the whole of Braavos, all he could imagine was circling the guardian on dragonback. To be able to admire the granite and bronze warrior from up close, and heed his warning roar would be the highlight of his day.

The plan was to fly from the dragonpit in the morning, allowing enough time to travel across the Narrow Sea and arrive somewhere around midday just in time for the Titan’s roar. After a few flights around the perimeter that would allow all three of the princes to set eyes upon the entirety of the city it would be an appropriate time to rest Vhagar and have a quick meal themselves. Then they would return to King’s Landing for the remainder of the feast no matter the hour, for their obligatory appearance that even they could not entirely avoid.

Dameon had been up for hours already, patiently waiting for his father and brother. The servants had already brought him his morning meal and he was all dressed and ready. A knock on his chamber door brought forth his excitement ten fold. His spirits had been at a high since his father agreed to his request. For the first time he was able to celebrate the way he wanted to. Away from the court and their boring chatter, for he was not much into such events to begin with. Even if they were all for him. He was eager as a dog waiting for the hunt and now the time had finally come. He essentially sprinted out his door past his father and down to the courtyard where the coach to bring them to the dragonpit was waiting. He very nearly pushed a few servants down the entrance hall steps in his haste to get past them.

All Baelon could do was smile as he watched his son. It was a smile of pure happiness, the kind that had not spread on his face as often since the Princess Alyssa had passed. No, he would not let sad thoughts ruin his mood. It was Daemon’s name day and to honor his late sister wife, he would continue to honor their son.

The youngest Targaryen was reminded several times by his father to calm down before reaching the pit and furthermore Vhagar. The mighty beast needed to be in a state of calm as well before they were to leave the ground. If she was not already calmed by the dragonkeepers after they brought her out of her cave it would be more difficult to do so if Daemon was not. If they failed, she may choose not to fly at all, abruptly ending the day before it even began. Dragons, such temperamental creatures. No matter how much time was spent in training, if they were adamant about not doing something, what was a mere human going to do?

Once arrived, surprisingly Vhagar seemed more than content, like she herself knew the reasoning behind her being withdrawn. On the dragon’s rider’s approach, she welcomed his familiar touch on her snout and down the length of her skull. The radiant warmth from her core would prove no problem in keeping them warm amongst the wind high in the sky. Daemon along with Viserys soon made their careful advance on Baelon’s behest. The introduction was quick as Vhagar already recognized the boys from previous. Their touch cautious but permitted nonetheless. With the last few preparations finished, each one of them began the ascent upon the dragon and after everyone was situated, with command and strong beats of wing they departed to the skies.

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Everything proceeded as expected. The Titan’s roar punctured their ears upon midday arrival, leaving a satisfying ringing in its wake. Being in flight around the structure only aided in this. The journey around the perimeter of the city itself was a sight to behold. While many details were obscured due to the height they flew, they still saw its unique and exquisite design.

Here they were now somewhere along the beaches of the Braavosian Coastland for their scheduled rest, indicating that their adventure was at an end. Their mount laid on the sand under the warm sun a ways away as the princes rested upon an outcropping of rocks finishing their small picnic. The sea breeze kept them cool as the sun warmed them as well. Recounting everything he had seen from the skies, with the few interjections from Viserys’ elation, Daemon could not stay still long enough to finish his own provisions. When he had proposed this outing, he did not see it being as glorious. This name day would be one he would not forget but not for this reasoning alone. An unknown matter was to arise, as if by fate, that would affect the many coming years.

At first the smell was masked by that of salty air and dragon. The boys' father was the first to notice as the day grew longer but there was no mistaking it. The aroma of burnt timber emanated from the tree line behind them. Vhagar was still resting so there was no way she could have set something ablaze. Not to mention that scent would have been much stronger than the current. Curiosity was a known killer but for a dragon, it made them all the wiser. Viserys remained oblivious while Daemon was the next to discern the odor, glancing to his father to see if he too had noticed. With Baelon’s attention to the background, he looked to the same path.

“Father?”

“The two of you are to stay put.”

With firm instruction given, he raised from his seat to proceed and find the source. The trees and soil were thoroughly soaked as if it had been rained upon for many hours. Being that they were bordering the Shivering Sea it very well could have the day prior. Another reason as to why the smell was suppressed. It was not long before he came upon the grievous site. What appeared to be a small cabin now laid burnt down to nothing, only a few structural supports left indicating that a home once resided here. Rain must have dosed the flames before anyone was to notice the inferno and the smoke that should have billowed from it. He was no stranger to death by fire and wished that if the inhabitants were victims, that they died quickly. Burning was not painless. Just as he was about to make his leave, a tiny sneeze was heard from somewhere close by. It was loud enough for it not to have been his sons for he had told them to stay put on the shore. This only meant that whoever did live here survived.

Another sneeze gave away this individual’s position. Amongst the surrounding trees, a child no more than the age of 3 was seen sitting on the ground viewing this silver haired stranger through the same gap of foliage. They were covered in a layer of mud that laid on top of a layer of residual soot and ash, covering their features from head to toe. No visible injuries could be seen and hopefully none were hidden beneath the filth. Being so young it was also challenging to determine this child’s gender at that time.

Gentle hands of a father stretched forward with palms facing upward, a tell tale sign of meaning no harm, the prince slowly approached. His main goal at present was to not scare the child and have them running off. Upon his closer proximity he could see what lay just mere inches from the babe, the remains of a mother desperately trying to save her own flesh and blood. Burns of all stages adorned her skin. They along with the inhalation of smoke certainly was the becoming of her untimely end. Once content that he would not lose this child to fear, he kneeled next to the woman to establish that she was indeed gone as she was beyond cold to the touch. Looking up, his sympathy was overtaken by shock, for the eyes he met were eyes of Old Valyria. A vibrant lilac pierced his violet. The only difference from that of the eyes he sees everyday from his Valyrian kin was that of the azure band encircling their iris, a trait only known to him from written history of his ancestral home. Further inspection of the late woman revealed silver strands under a type of thick black ink. Most likely something similar would be found on her offspring’s head as well. To hide their true lineage could only mean this mother was trying to protect themselves, an act proven to be done unsuccessfully.

With this hereditary discovery, Baelon now felt a sense of responsibility to assume care of this youngling. No doubt his action would raise intense deliberation of what to do with the child once back in King’s Landing but nothing in that moment could sway his mind. Shifting to place himself in front of them blocking their view of the departed while still maintaining a kneeling position, he reached out again.

“It is alright now. No harm will come to you from me.”

“Muña.” (Mother.)

To hear the tongue of Valyria amongst soft sniffles, he considered that this may be all they could understand and perhaps responding the same would be just the advantage he needed. So, he tried.

“Māzigon byka mēre.” (Come little one.)

That was all it took. Three simple words and the trust he was hoping to gain came without hesitation as the child stood. Taking those few steps forward, stumbling on bare feet, they moved into his awaiting embrace. He should have known not to expect his own children to do as he asked as easily. The two, when together, were always engrossed in being involved or spying on matters that did not concern them. It was persistently that of Daemon's cunningness that led to his brother's involvement in most cases. To be fair they would have found out what transpired but the intention was for them to stay safely on the beach. Turning, upon standing, to find both of them there with fixed stares at the child in his arms did not come to surprise him. They would have questions but he merely moved in their direction and led them back the way they came before they could voice them. It was when they returned to the coast that Viserys spoke out, being kind and good-natured as always.

“Are they going to be coming with us?”

“Yes. Whoever this little one is, they are of Valyrian descent and speak our true tongue. They will be better suited with us, would you not agree?”

Daemon, who had remained quiet, now seemed interested at the mention of his house’s origin.

“The woman, was she Valyrian as well?”

“Under her current guise.”

“Will you leave her like that?”

“I would not like to. With the state of this one though, likely been in the open for some time, it would be wise to soon return to the Red Keep.”

His father’s words saddened him even though he would not outwardly express it. Anyone of Valyrian blood did not deserve to be left in such a state. At this point exhaustion seemed to take hold of the child as their head now laid in the crook of Baelon’s neck with hooded eyes. It was the type of exhaustion that had their rescuer believing that they would fall into a peaceful slumber. Mere minutes would pass before they finally succumbed and would remain that way top Vhagar for the entirety of the returning voyage, being safely wrapped in comforting arms.

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Cheers echoed throughout the Great Hall as the young princes entered the epilogue of the festivity, Daemon being overwhelmed with attention as it was him they had all gathered to celebrate and Viserys greeting familiar faces as he followed behind. Baelon remained by the large oak doors and watched as they became one with the crowd before he simply slipped into the shadows behind him with the child that clung tightly to him. Now awake, they no doubt must have felt a similar sense of overwhelment as the guest of honor. This sensation, though, came from being in an unknown place and hearing unknown loud-voiced party goers. Once the two had made their way to a more quiet part of the Red Keep, the tight grip on his tunic loosened. It was a peaceful walk that let the little one's eyes wander and absorb the surrounding embellishments and architecture of their new home. Upon arriving at his chambers, he immediately sent for a handmaid to help in bathing the child as well as the maester.

It started out being difficult in getting the child into the arms of the handmaid that had filled the bath. A trust had not been established which led to this predicament. Only after assuring words in Valyrian by the only present speaker did they finally relent. The next challenge was getting them into the water. Another battle was fought against the woman as she started to remove the soiled garments that were plastered to skin. Whines and grunts of annoyance echoed from both parties within the suite until it finally got to the point where Baleon decided to intervene. He undressed and lowered the child into the water himself before handing over the task to the one meant to perform it. The water slowly began to turn to muck and the beautiful little girl beneath was unveiled. The warmth and scrubbing she received caused a flush to adorn her skin. It took some effort but eventually the black ink rid itself from her true hue of silver locks. She seemed to have warmed up to the handmaid, most likely due to the soft reassuring touches that graced her skin. Those bright Valyrian eyes ventured up from their focus on the water to the kind smile of her bather. A calmness finally settled in and the tenseness of her shoulders melted. After being pulled from the tub reasonably cleaned and wrapped in a blanket to help dry and stave off the cold, the maester finally arrived, effectively undoing her calm disposition. She utterly refused to let him near her, kicking and pushing in his direction to try and get away. Compared to when she first met Baelon, this was a complete turn around in attitude. Yes, she did not originally want to be near the handmaid but she remained passive with no signs of aggression. Perhaps she did not act this way at all towards the Targaryen due to shared similarities between him, herself, and her late mother. Ultimately an assessment, done as quick as feasibly possible, proved no physical ailment.

It could not have been more than an hour later after they initially arrived at his chambers that a quietness filled the room with the maester gone and the child's attention diverted. She was now dressed in suitable sleep wear for a 3 year old and sitting in front of the hearth being fed by the handmaid. Baelon sat with his own plate, gaze set on the serenity before him when a knock came from the door. A knight of the kingsguard entered, announcing the arrival of King Jaehaerys. That had had the king’s own son and the handmaid rise from their respective positions. The maid merely bowed her head before being waved off by the king to continue on with her duty.

“I was informed you came upon a child along your journey.”

“Yes we did.”

“A child you decided in bringing back?”

“She possesses the essence of Old Valyria father.”

The revelation seemed to catch the eldest of the current Targaryen line off guard. Upon hearing about this new resident he was prepared to send them to the servants quarters to be raised and trained as one of them. He was not prepared in deciding the fate of a Valyrian child. His very eyes now laid on said child and was in fact met instantaneously with his son’s finding. Notably he was drawn to her features, most importantly to her eyes. He too was shocked at the discovery. For someone of her descent to be around after the Doom was a miracle. Questions began to flood his mind by just looking. Who was she? Was she the only one left? Where was she hidden all this time? Soon though the questions dissolved as he thought through the situation that brought her here and his shock gave way to acceptance as he moved further into the room to inspect her more. It was a quick acceptance, the same that Baelon had undergone when he himself saw her.

“She will be your responsibility, as if she were one of your own. Understand?”

“I doubted no less.”

“We will discuss as well how to approach her heritage on the morrow.”

“Is that truly the path you want to take with her?”

“By her birthright it would be an injustice to forgo it. We will see it through and in due time she will become who she was meant to be.”

Leaving no room to question, Jaehaerys turned on his heel and departed, for his word was final. Baelon would not disobey. After all, he was the one to rescue her knowing exactly that it would start her down this course. The voice of the handmaiden calling him by his title drew his attention. She stood there with the babe in her arms, her head resting tiredly on the woman’s shoulder as a yawn escaped her.

“Shall I prepare one of the spare chambers for her?”

“No. That will not be necessary. She will stay here for the night. Her permanent place can be dealt with later.”

She simply nodded before he took the child from her. After turning down the sheets and gathering the dining ware, he dismissed her. He was no stranger to tucking a child in without assistance. He had done it many times with his own children after the loss of their mother, wanting to spend a little more of his time with them. They had now grown out of such simple things but the muscle memory remained. He laid her down against his pillow and brought the covers to her chin. She would have the bed to herself as he did not see himself sleeping anyway. His mind would continue to run rampant until he would eventually fall to the embrace of slumber in the armchair he occupied while he merely watched her for most of the night.

Before that would come to pass though, sleepy eyes as they drifted closed would see the tender smile that graced Baelon’s face. Soft clean skin would feel the kind touch he left behind in his movements. This exact moment would become your first memory. The memory that would soon replace everything you knew about the life you had previously. While growing up within the walls of the Red Keep you would know you were not born to this family, but a ward. So, when you would try to recall any of those early memories nothing would come, not a single face nor place. All you would remember is this, the start of your new life. What a life it would turn out to be, for you are the last Valyrian warrior pledged to House Targaryen.

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Hogwarts Founders Era OC Profile: Edward the Valiant

“He did not feel very brave; indeed, he felt he was going to be sick. But that made no difference to what he had to do.”

Name: Edward

Nicknames: The Valiant (due to his accomplishments as a warrior)

Birthdate: April 13th, approximately mid 980s

Zodiac Sign: Aries

Blood Status: Half-blood

Nationality: Anglo-Saxon

Sexuality: Bisexual

Physical Appearance

Hair: Light brown

Eyes: Blue

Height: 5ft 8 ½ (174 cm)

Faceclaim: Dean Charles Chapman

Background

PSA: Just like Elfreda, Edward's timeline isn't really set in stone yet.

Edward is the bastard son of Æthelred II, King of the English, and Elfreda, a pure-blood witch. He grows up mostly at Hogwarts, surrounded by magic and shaped by the events surrounding its founders.

Home: Hogwarts

Family

Mother: Elfreda

Edward doesn't remember his mother, having only known her for under a year. A friend of Rowena Ravenclaw's, Elfreda is an advisor at the muggle court at the time of Edward's birth. She disappeared when Edward was very young, reappearing only when her son was seventeen.

Edward and Elfreda have a complicated relationship after her return. Edward barely remembers anything about her and views The Ravenclaws more as his family. Elfreda struggles to adjust to life back in the realm of humans and feels guilt about leaving her son for such a long time. Eventually they do reconcile and have a good relationship.

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Father: Æthelred II, King of the English

Known as The Unready, King Æthelred had a brief affair with Edward's mother, which resulted in his birth. When his mother noticed Edward showing signs of magic very early on, she took the boy and ran. Æthelred would stop at nothing to find them.

Half-siblings: Kings of the English Edmund Ironside and Edward The Confessor, among others

Foster-mother: Rowena Ravenclaw

Rowena is a good friend of Edward's mother so she took Edward in and raised him along with her own daughter Helena.

Foster-sister: Helena Ravenclaw

Helena was a few years older than Edward and he saw her as an older sister. The two were close and her death was horrific for Edward.

Hogwarts

House: Foster-son of Rowena Ravenclaw but joined Gryffindor.

Favourite subject: Defence Against the Dark Arts

Career

11-17: Student at Hogwarts

17->: Ally of Godric Gryffindor

22->?: Duelling Instructor at Hogwarts

Future: tbd

Personality & Attitude

Edward is not one to sit around and let others do the fighting for him. He's brave and has a strong sense for what is right and what is wrong.

Despite his outward boldness, he has underlying fears that he must conquer. He rarely shows his fear to anyone and prefers to lock it away somewhere deep inside.

Priorities: Helena, Akelda, protecting Hogwarts

Strengths: Brave, compassionate, loyal, chivalrous, a talented sorcerer, interested in the world around him (learns muggle combat and muggle history too), Can keep his head cold in stressful situations

Weaknesses: Stubborn, Afraid of abandonment, Restless for action, Has trouble focusing on his studies

Stressed: When his loved ones are in danger, when he feels helpless

Calm/Comforted: At Hogwarts and with Helena or Akelda

Favorites

Colours: gold, blue, red

Weather: Cloudy but warm

Hobbies: Sword-fighting, duelling, horse-riding

Fashion: Often found wearing armour, likes deep red and blue tones in his clothing, dresses in furs to keep warm

Relationships

Significant Other/Love Interest: OPEN

Betrothed: Akelda The Tragic (deceased) @endlessly-cursed

Akelda and Edward's mothers were both involved in the events surroundng Hogwarts's founding and thus knew of each other. Rowena Ravneclaw and Helga Hufflepuff arranged an engagement between the children. At first, they were shy around each other but eventually bonded over shared interests. Both Akelda and Edward loved horse-riding and nature, and often talked amongst themselves for hours.

Akelda's health had been fluctuating, but when it took a turn for the worse, it was feared she was not going to make it. When she recovered against all odds, Edward was delighted and relieved. The marriage plans were put back in motion, but one day during a family picnic, Akelda suddenly fell ill again, though this time the culprit was poison, and she didn't recover.

Edward was inconsolable after both Akelda and his foster-sister Helena passed away within such a short period of time.

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Friends: OPEN

OPEN FOR INTERACTION!

Rivals: tbd

Enemies: His father and Salazar Slytherin

Trivia

After Akelda's untimely death, Edward inherits her horse

Through modern lens, would probably be considered dyslexic

Showed signs of magical talent at a very young age and always had a strong connection to magic

#hogwarts founders era #oc: edward the valiant #oc profile #he is open for friendships!#and even a 2nd love interest but i will probably make a separate post about that if people are interested!#maybe i should fancast good old aethelred?#i set out to invent my own muggle king oc so as not to involve any real historical figures but then the timeline kinda matched with him so #here we are #and maybe i should as well have an older fc for edward? i'm not sure #i might also some day look into what kind of relationship (if any) edward would have with his half siblings #ok tag word dump over #thank you for reading!

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