#conqueror ghost au
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Consider: Conqueror!Ghost fucking Princess Reader in her room, Soap chained up in a corner of the room, unable to help as his princess’ virginity is fucked away by this massive man who isn’t being at all gentle. Not even bothering to undress her or stretch her, just yanking her skirt up enough to have access and going right for it.
if i was ever gonna do something with this it would probably be like the first ghoap idea i posted but oh my god. this ask. like im fanning mysef babe
this would hurt guard!johnny soooooo bad :( he's literally dedicated his entire life to protecting the princess, has sworn to never marry, never have any kids, so he can be ready to die protecting her if it ever comes to that
and here comes conqueror!ghost, who slaughters the king and queen and takes the princess for himself. doesn't kill johnny for some reason, but lets him fight for a while :( johnny's bloody and nearly broken trying to protect the princess, and he just keeps getting up and charging at ghost, trying desperately to save you. ghost is literally playing with him, just knocks him to the side with a single blow
johnny waking up chained to the wall with a collar he knows they used for the king's hounds, stuck on his knees staring wide-eyed at the bed, where ghost is splitting his princess open on his cock where she's on her back with her knees pushed up to her ears. and at first ghost is looking down at her, but when johnny jerks forward and the chains rattle ghost's face turns to his, and he just smiles fucking viciously, every tooth showing, as he fucks her harder, hold her jaw wide open so johnny can hear her screams
and for ghost... having this pretty virginal little princess being split in half on his cock is heaven, but turning and looking at the big bloody guard getting his heart broken, knowing everything he's sacrificed is for nothing, that he's not strong enough to have protected his princess from ghost's brutality... it's that devastation that gets him coming inside the princess. pulls her off his cock and forces her to sit up, spreads her legs wide and fucks his come in and out of her with his fingers right in front of johnny's face. grabs her by the jaw and forces her to look, to see the way her guard watches her
johnny snarling and jerking at the chain, nearly choking himself, screaming and shouting every violent threat he can think of and swearing he'll tear ghost apart with his bare hands. and ghost just laughs, slips his cock back into the pretty princess and makes him watch her ride her conqueror's cock
side bar - i love ghost taking the princess' virginity in front of soap, but i also kinda love him forcing johnny to take her virginity. mutual noncon & johnny having to brutalize the one person he swore to protect? maybe ghost fucks johnny at the same time, shows him how to properly fuck since he's never done it before :(
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🇵🇸 🇵🇷🐢🏝️ i got tired of complaining constantly on my main blog (@thewingedwolf is me!) about how sansa and rhaenyra did nothing wrong and also i needed a way to organize my theories and stuff. yes i have read all the books. yes i have (unfortunately) seen the whole show. yes i have seen all of hotd as well. so here we go. my stances are this, so you have an idea what to expect:
i am a catelyn, sansa, brienne, elia, and rhaenyra stan FIRST and a person SECOND
i would die Gaemon Palehair, Lady Essie, and Sylvenna Sand, those are my canon OCs, and that’s why they’re my header.
Sansa and Bran are my favorites! I am a Sansa will be Queen in the North truther and a Bran will be the King in Harrenhal conspiracy theorist, It Is Heavily Foreshadowed In The Text and I stand on that!!
I'm well aware Rhaenyra has plenty of faults, I am simply saying that the greens (as in, the characters) do not like her because of her gender, and not for stuff she does that’s actually wrong, also, idc that she did all of that i simply think she’s neat.
Helaena really IS the one who did nothing wrong tho.
i am a Dark Daenerys believer. no, i don’t hate her - in fact, i really love her, although i do hate her show counterpart - I just think her arc is heading towards a dark path and being a villain protagonist is the more interesting route for her character.
House Martell will rise or I will piss in old man germ’s cornflakes.
I Will talk about the racism Dorne faces in the text and outside of it and neither your favorite house nor my favorite house is exempt from this. If you have a problem with that, keep it to yourself bc i do not care 🙏🏽
i multiship!! just bc i ship it doesn’t mean i think it’s gonna happen in the series, i just like the dynamic!!
i am in fact the annoying book jonsa truther they warned you about. i will Stay bitter about this. argue with the wall.
with that said, i also like theonsa, throbb, daemyra, laenyra, rhaewin, nedcat, braime, briensa, and a million other ones. faves listed here. several of them are dead dove-esque; what can i say, that's just george's style.
you decide whether it’s romantic or platonic when it’s an incest one, my opinion changes by the hour & im gonna fight grrm for making me think this much about incest.
i don’t like jonerys!!!!!! i'm sansan & sanrion ambivalent and i simply do not care about littlefucker like that. i would say i’ve thought positively about basically every other ship.
i’m in the middle of a reread, as of this moment (april 2024) i’ve kinda stalled on the beginning of a dance with dragons but i Have started a rewatch of the tv series as a form of torture.
i first read this series when i was 16 in like 2012-2013. i love to bitch about the takes i’ve seen. i sometimes reblog really old ass graphics bc they deserve new life even tho the creators are long since deactivated. i sometimes make graphics that look like they’re from 2014 bc we should bring that style back dammit i hate the typography movement going on rn.
big on tagging triggers so lmk (i’ll tag for all characters & major triggers but i’m fine with adding a specific one if asked and don't worry about it being a "weird" trigger - if sean bean's face or knives or wolves or whatever trigger you, i'm happy to tag for that!).
i have a tag page that is more organized than the slapdash nonsense on this post, feel free to check it out here.
i may sound angry but i promise i am genuinely just here for a laugh. i just have resting bitch voice and no feel for tone and use the word fuck too much. it’s fine and unserious.
#getting on my soap box#some of my more commonly used tags are-#gender politics in asoiaf#lyanna and the starklings#smallfolk rise up#jon lyannason first of his name#the ghost of elia martell#the curse of visenya the conqueror#ados speculation#twow speculation#true knights#knighthood and oath keeping#ashford tourney theory#alysanne of harrenhal au#dreamer aegon au#there is always a lighthouse. there's always a man. there's always a city.
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A Modern Great War (PT.12)
He found the others. They were safe, for now, but he had to help them.
Kortifex was there. He was ready to kill.
And he stopped it...
... With a twist from Maxis.
He had gone to the comms tent, which was also empty, and tried to track everyone down. They had emergency trackers, mostly for rescue missions after him almost being captured. After all, if it wasn’t for Alex seeing it, he might’ve never been found.
“Russia.” He said after finding them. “Back in fucking Stalingrad.”
“Let’s get you there.”
The portal opened, and he went through it…
Red and purple crystals everywhere. Undead bodies on the ground. Footprints.
Footprints- bootprints.
He followed them.
Sure enough.
“That’s Kortifex, isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
He looked over more.
The crystal of his Artifact. Floating next to him in the air.
And the 141 looking up up it from a cliff.
“Fuck it.”
He had found out how to properly use his powers.
So he teleported up there.
“Is that really your Scepter?” He said teasingly, and chuckled. He noticed his voice had an effect.
“You…”
“I know what your trying Kortiex. I won’t let it happen.”
“You're a mere mortal. A red blood.”
“Not really. I’m not fully human anymore. I spent a long time in the Dark Aether. There’s no chance I’m human now…” He looked down at his glowing hands, “Plus, the power of five Elder Gods? I’m not even close to being human."
"What more can you do then, red blood?"
He chuckled
"You know what to do, Seedling. Summon the dead!"
He did.
And the dead corpses of the dead soldiers, and long buried, rose at his command.
He saw Kortifex’s face change.
He cackled as he opened a Portal and slid back into it, opening another one to appear infront of the 141.
“Don’t ask questions right now, just help me get these things killed and stop the Blood Rite, I’ll explain when we’re safe. Now go!”
And he disappeared again.
He didn’t need his guns, all he needed was those powers.
It had been hours. But, they finally managed to stop the Blood Rite.
It wasn’t fully over yet.
He managed to put a Rune Wall up to protect the others while Kortifex tried to do… something. He wasn't sure what, but he knew it wasn’t good.
“Keep trying, red blood. You will never win.”
“Watch me.”
“What more can you do, mortal?!”
He heard something.
“I’m sorry… I must.”
“What- Maxis, what are you-!”
He blacked out.
…
Alex just watched as Kyle put up some sort of dome over them while Kortifex tried… Something. Fuck…
"Keep trying, red blood. You'll never win."
"Watch me." Kyle replied, glaring at him.
Yes. He knew damn well that Kyle would be able to win. He was stronger.
"What more can you do, mortal?!"
"Kill you." He said, though no one could hear it.
"We need to get out of this thing!" Price yelled.
He watched as Kyle… chuckled. Eyes closed.
He snapped his fingers.
And thick, black fog surrounded them
He opened his eyes.
They were bright yellow.
"No… impossible!!"
Kyle- no. That was not Kyle. It was someone else. They smirked before yelling out.
"FETCH ME THEIR SOULS!"
And cackled before falling backward and disappearing into a puff of smoke.
It didn't end there. No, it was just starting.
Fucking… hellhounds, he'd call them, started appearing out of nowhere. Killing the rest of Kortifex's army.
He just watched. Almost in horror.
That… person? Controlling Kyle reappeared on the ground, finishing the job with powers and powers alone.
They made a dome around themselves when Kortifex tried to… grab them, probably. And he backed down while they smiled.
"Did you miss me, Kortifex?!! I sure as hell missed you!!" They yelled. His voice sounded different. Still him, but the accent that he loved to hear was gone. Replaced. German. "Not really, but we all need a little validation sometimes, ja?"
"What do you want, Maxis?!!"
Maxis? Maxis? Samatha Maxis?!
"Could ask the same to you, you know."
"No playing games!"
"Oh, this is your game, I see. I don't have to play by your rules. I'm as much in control of the Dark Aether as you are. Und Garrick, for that matter."
"What does the red blood have to do with this? He is nothing."
"He is far from nothing." Alex whispered.
"Oh, you poor thing. You have no clue what I am doing."
"Humor me, then, Maxis. What are you doing?!"
"Taking control. Poor Garrick just happens to be the… 'victim'."
What?!
"What are you talking about?!"
"Oh, Kortifex… I am in control. You know what that means, right?"
"You little brat!!"
"That's right. You have about… forty-eight hours until Kyle Garrick is gone, along with all of the intel that you desperately want. And he becomes just another pawn to me."
"What?!!" He yelled.
"So, good luck! Auf Wiedersehen!" She cackled, and disappeared again.
Alex just watched. In horror.
A portal opened behind them.
They went through it.
They caught a quick glimpse of Maxis before she disappeared into a different portal. Probably to hide until the forty-eight hours were over.
But Price said what they all were thinking:
"We need to find Kyle before it's too late."
#call of duty#cod mwii#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty: vanguard#cod zombies#kyle gaz garrick#alex keller#john price#phillip graves#simon ghost riley#johnny soap mactavish#gazalex#alexgaz#price x graves#bellekar the warlock#saraxis the shadow#inviktor the destoryer#norticus the conqueror#A Modern Great War AU
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Yet ANOTHER one for my Teddy Bear Danny au!!!
So the Justice League hears word of a group of people trying to summon the Ghost King. The enslaver of worlds, The Conqueror, Enemy of Humanity, etc, etc.
So as usual, they pull up to stop the summoning of such a being, taking along their heavy hitters in the case that they do fail. Which they do, so they prepare to either negotiate, or fight and send this being back where it came from.
A giant man appeared in the circle, one whose mere presence dictated respect and power, everything stopped for a moment, bodies taunt and ready to spring into action at a moments notice.
The Ghost King crossed his arms. "You are in the presence of his majesty, speak your demands and reasoning for this summon."
A squeak, not unsimilar to that of a stuffed toy, was heard as a Teddy Bear peeked over the Ghost King's shoulder. The Ghost King grunted.
"His majesty says hello."
Wait what-
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Pariah Dark, throughout the years of slumber has dreamed of a life, a life where he no longer had to concern himself with politics or anything of the like.
A peasant life, owning and working on a farm and taking care of horses. Tis the dream, truly. Of course, he was aware that he was dreaming, so when he was to inevitably awake, he would eventually be able to obtain his dream.
He would just need someone to take his place.
Did he expect for the one to take his place to be capable of turning him into one of those human toys? (idea given by @justwannabecat) No, no he did not, which, while not capable of binding him for long if he so whished, but surely someone capable of proving such a feat simply must be a ghost worthy of taking his place, so in his excitement to finally become a humble farmer, he denounced himself as king and coronated his opponent right there on the spot.
It was far, far too late did he realize that the newly appointed king was nothing but a plush and felt teddy bear, and that wouldn't usually be a problem.
But that same plush and felt teddy bear was a ghostling. A fresh ghostling at that. So of course, to renounce his mistake he would have to act in the child's place until he comes of age.
Due to the Crown of Fire and Ring of Rage being his genuine property, he will have to commission the making of a newer crown to be placed upon the ghostling's head, one that the ghostling should, preferably, be capable of handling in terms of power.
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Here's a random DCxDP snippet!
Wrote this on Monday. Was gonna post it yesterday and then kinda... forgot. It's a completely disconnected snippet- that is, I have no context for what's going on here, what kind of AU it is, or much of anything else at all. Also currently have no plans to try and expand it, though I might mess with it in the future when I have time? We'll see.
Honestly 80% of the reason I'm posting this is because I sent it to Kali and absolutely devastated her with the worldbuilding, so shrug.
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“I need you to understand,” Danny said, gripping the side of the table. Tucker put a hand on his shoulder for support, and he leaned into it slightly, being very careful to keep his focus on any Bat other than Hood. “And I mean really understand, that this isn’t just- a crime. It’s not that simple.”
“Phantom…?” Red Robin sounded confused, and slightly wary.
Danny couldn’t blame him, given the situation. Ancients, Danny had just had to give up his secret identity just to make sure he didn’t try and kidnap a Bat. Nothing about this situation was normal or reasonable.
“The Infinite Realms has a lot of beings in it.” Tucker said carefully, and Danny could kiss him for being willing to lead the conversation. “Like, a lot. And they’re all ghosts in some form. But the thing about ghosts is that they can’t be killed. They’re already dead, or- like, similar to dead? The only thing you can do to stop them is imprison them or End them.”
“And Ending someone is serious.” Sam took over, stepping forward to lean into Danny’s side. “Ending someone… nothing comes back for that. When we say Ended, we mean it. There is nothing left.”
“The previous Ghost King was a being called Pariah Dark.” Danny began, fixing his eyes on Batman for someone to focus on. “He was insane, a tyrant and a conqueror. Violent. Unwilling to compromise. Anyone who stood in his way was dealt with, one way or another. He wanted to claim everything.”
“No-one tried to stop him?”
Danny’s eyes flicked to Nightwing as Tucker laughed, raw and exhausted. “He was the Ghost King. He ruled the entire Infinite Realms. He carried the sort of power that gods dream of.”
“The Ghost King can force his word, his Rule, on pretty much every being in the Realms. As close to absolute power as you can get, in the end. Everything in the Realms is made from ectoplasm, and the Ghost King can manipulate that at levels most people can’t even start to believe. There’s only two types of beings that can even try to resist that.”
“One’s the Ancients. They’re old ghosts, the oldest you can get. Incarnations of gods, concepts, things like that. But the problem with that is that they’re also limited, kinda. They can disobey the Crown, no matter what sort of Rules it puts out, but fighting back? They can stop him, sure, that’s how Pariah Dark got sealed away the first time, but they can’t stop him being King. They can’t take the Crown, even if they win. They’re bound too much to the things they incarnate, the gods they were and are. They can’t be the Ghost King. Those ties stop them being as firmly Ruled over, but it means they can’t take the Crown away. All they can do is delay it.”
“The second,” Danny took over again from his friends, grateful for their support, as the various Bats around the room looked horrified. Afraid. And for good reason, really.
It was only going to get worse.
“The second were beings called Halfas.”
A breath.
“Halfas are the only beings in the entire Infinite Realms that aren’t entirely ecto. Not alone. They’re… well. Half.”
“Half beings.”
“Half living, half dead.”
“And because of that, they’re the Balance.” Danny leaned into Sam, letting Tucker step closer again. “Equally alive and dead. Equally bound to their ecto and not. Halfas were the Balance because they cannot be Ruled.”
“From what we understand, Halfas were created by the Realms itself.” Sam said quietly. “They existed to be the Balance. Slipping from living to dead to living whenever they wanted, all the powers of a ghost and all the benefits of a living being mixed into one.”
“They were rare, because they couldn’t be killed. Kill the human side, and the ghost half keeps them alive until they recover. You can’t kill a ghost, and anything that could contain a ghost, the human side walks right out of. They were there as Balance, between the living and the dead. Advisors to the Ghost King, helping to keep things smooth between the living and the dead whenever they had to interact. Balance. Beings that couldn’t be Ruled by the Ghost King because they were as much alive as ecto.”
“They were there to stop tyrants.”
Tucker nodded at Robin’s quiet voice, and paused. It was an offer to Danny, he knew, to take this part as well. He and Sam knew everything about this. Danny didn’t need to be the one to explain.
He spoke up. “From what records say, there were around six thousand Halfas at the start of Pariah Dark’s reign.” He told them. “They were the Balance. They saw what Pariah Dark was doing and had a duty to stop it. Up until ten years ago, there were no Halfas in existence.”
The group seemed to pale.
“Halfas can’t be killed, but anything can be Ended.” He said quietly. “Pariah Dark went around every single Halfa that came to stop him, and he destroyed them so utterly that they cannot exist any more. Not as ambient ectoplasm in the Realms, not as shades or smaller spirits, not as a being in the reincarnation cycle waiting to live and die. Every single one of those Halfas no longer exists, because he destroyed everything that made them them and then destroyed all the remaining pieces as well.
“Dark Pariah was a tyrant. And he was the reason that I learned everything about my entire species from second or third hand knowledge. Everything that I know about myself? I either figured it out myself, found it in some of the few books that still exist about Halfas, or heard it from the Ancients. And those last two didn’t know much at all, in the end. Halfas were so rare that the only thing most beings got were rumours, and the Ancients weren’t an exception to that, and not many Halfas ever bothered to write things down about themselves and their powers. They couldn’t die, after all.”
Danny shivered, a little. Sam and Tucker leaned in more on either side, keeping him upright as much as the table was. None of the Bats were moving.
“I’m telling you this because I need you to understand,” he said again. “Pariah Dark was a tyrant. A nightmare. The worst thing to happen to the Realms ever. He committed so many genocides that there aren’t records of it any more, and the only silver lining,” he spat the words, mocking, because there is no silver lining in senseless slaughter, “Is that all but one of these were against the living. They were allowed to exist as ghosts. Pariah Dark was a monster.”
Danny wrenched his eyes away from Batman and looked directly at Red Hood. He pushed down the impulse to take him away, to hide him, to get him to Frostbite for help and maul and destroy anyone who got in his way, who tried to threaten him-
He pushed down his shudder, and looked Red Hood directly in the eyes.
“Pariah Dark was a monster, and even he would consider what was done to you unforgivable.”
Hood jolted. So did the rest of the Bats, looking for all the world like they’d just restarted breathing again, no longer frozen in time.
“We can’t explain to you what we’re seeing.” Sam said from his side, and she sounded almost apologetic. “It’s- literally, there are no words in any living language to explain what it looks like. And we’re only Liminal, a little bit dead. We don’t see as clearly as beings like Phantom do. But it’s-”
Words seemed to fail her, and Tucker reached around Danny’s back to squeeze her shoulder in comfort.
Danny tried, pulling his eyes away from Hood again so he could think past the urge to steal him away and hide him somewhere safe. “It’s like I’m looking at a baby.” He tried to explain. “Or- I don’t know. A puppy? Whatever cute little thing you want to go with. Something small and delicate and needing to be looked after. Something that shouldn’t be on it’s own, because it’s too young to survive. Like someone took a premature puppy, and then just.” He paused. Gestured. “Just mutilated it. Whatever horrible things you can think of, the most evil things you can imagine at all, just. All of that. And then left it crying in the trash to rot and die, except it can’t die.”
None of the Bats that he could see out of the corner of his eye look well. Hood was-
His core, the half-mangled thing that was barely there, barely able to exist and yet still trying desperately to survive, was shrieking in horror.
“Phantom’s a Protection spirit.” Sam murmured, into the silence of that. “He’s a guardian, every instinct he has is aimed at keeping people safe.”
“I can’t look at you right now.” Danny confessed to that tiny lost child. “If I look at you too long, I just- Every instinct I have is telling me to get you away, to take you back to the Realms and hide you somewhere safe while I get a doctor or twelve, and that if anyone else gets even close to you they need to be mauled. I transformed because those instincts were even worse in ghost form, and I didn’t want to hurt anyone who wasn’t responsible for this.”
“I want to wrap them up in vines and strangle them.”
“I’d kinda like to suffocate all of them in sand and then mount them on a wall or something.”
“And they’re Liminal.” Danny added. “They’re not even fully dead, barely even dead at all. Any being of the Realms that sees you is going to want to help, or at least get vengeance, because it’s-
“It’s not even something Pariah Dark would do, and he committed a genocide of an entire people just because he didn’t want to be held accountable and couldn’t stand having people he couldn’t control in the Realms.”
For a long, long moment, no-one spoke. None of them even seemed to be breathing.
Danny flickered his eyes across Hood one more time, then focused on Batman again.
“So,” he said, as firmly as he could. “I’d quite like to know who did that to him. Because my next step is going to be to call the Council, get war declared on them, and then erase them.”
#dcxdp#fic writing#my writing#random scenes from the abyss#danny phantom#sam manson#tucker foley#bruce wayne#jason todd#like i said might poke this some more#cause i really *do* kinda like the worldbuilding going on here#it's pretty neat and i could do some interesting things with it i think#but that means i need some free time lol#so for now enjoy this#braided fates au
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Conqueror! AU where reader always wanted kids :( But she doesn’t want to have them with Ghost :(( So each time he unloads his thick and creamy cum inside of her, she prays to every god and godesses she knows to not fall pregnant :(( If she has to fall pregnant, let it be at least Johnny’s child! :((( She prays and prays and prays, part to spite Ghost, part for her own sanity
I'm sorry nonnie but I think you've got the wrong blog? I don't have a Conquerors AU :((
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"I have built, deep in my heart, a chapel filled with you" - Marcel Proust
Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
[Reincarnation au]
Word Count -> 420
IMAGINE...
You are old, you've been alive for decades as the reigning monarch of the vampiric race, being shoved into the position as soon as your parents' had died in order to protect you.
It was lonely, oh so lonely. Servants cared for you like usual and treated you no different from before, but no one was there to hold you as you grieved your parents, no one was there to guide you as you made laws. It was all you, no one else.
So, in an effort to calm a kingdom that had been bothering you, you traveled there to strike a deal, figuring that the King would be smart enough to not attack you.
It was there, in that kingdom where you met your soulmate. You, after some time, learned that his name was Silas, that he belonged to a common family that had passed long ago. The both of you made a life together in a manor that was away from the public eye.
Long story short, Silas died during an ambush when you were heading towards a neutral territory where a meeting was being held. You lost your husband, Silas, and your child later on.
You learned that Silas' old King was the one behind the ambush and you dealt with it accordingly. You razed that kingdom to the ground, hearing the fire crackle and the screams of its citizens and seeing the smoke swirl into the sky.
The upcoming centuries would be harsh on you. You had become a conqueror of distant lands and fell into a void of grief when the anger had left you. The vampire race had become a myth, you had made sure that there was no factual records.
One day, for whatever reason, you went into the military, working and becoming a lieutenant while still managing your people from the shadows.
Then you got recruited for Task Force 141. You thought it was simply another step up in this career path that you would inevitably leave once you became bored.
Then you got to meet them when you officially joined the team.
When you met Lieutenant Riley, who at the time you knew as Ghost. It was heartbreaking when you felt that he was your soulmate, having the same pleasant warmth and tug from your gut that pulled towards Ghost.
You, when you returned to your room, nearly cried as you thanked the universe for giving you back your love, even as a reincarnation. You would love him all the same.
#vampire reader x human Simon “Ghost” Riley soulmate#'I will love you in every lifetime' trope#AHHHHHHH#Should i continue this?#Maybe#simon ghost riley x reader#simon ghost riley#simon riley x you#one sided soulmates#one is a soulmate the other is confused on why the one wants to know them so bad#simon riley x male reader#simon riley x female reader#simon riley x gn reader#reincarnation au cod
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Heeeeeyyyyyyy boooooooooo~
Have you read anything by Stereden? I am OBSESSED and INSPIRED okay it is AMAZING I love
So yeah.
Those works I spired me into making my own lil AU - Haki is a matter of will. It's an innate thing in all living beings, everyone has Haki, but you have to train to be able to control or sharpen it, and some are born with a special ability to IMPOSE IT ON OTHERS. Roger was among those.
Haki could be boiled down to soul energy.
((Shamelessly dropping another special interest with my one piece ideas mwahahah so evil))
Some of the theories regarding ghosts or repetitive cycles of hauntings is due to the amount of emotional energy affixed to a person or place, OR by the will of the person remaining. If one who died had a strong enough Will to Continue Existing, then it's theorized that they could either remain or pass between the veil.
Roger had v strong Conquerors Haki. He had the Voice of All Things, too.
He was sick and dying and so he chose what he thought was best to act as the end of his time. But I do NOT doubt for a single second that when he was up there on that platform that he could tell Shanks and Buggy were exhausted, scared, hurt, grief stricken and alone.
Where was the rest of his crew? Why wasn't Rayleigh with them? Why hadn't Crocus treated those wounds on theirs? Why was Buggy so worn thin, like a live wire, and why did his little Red feel so hollow and empty? What in the seven Seas happened to his kids?!
He's too weak to break out. The best he can do with misdirect attention from them as best he can. The best he can do is send his haki out to wrap around them, a blanket, armor, whatever they needed bc he'd do it, he'd do it all for them, thise are his kids and he loves them and he pours ever single bit of that love into it.
Roger dies on that platform, but he's still there.
He bears witness to the way the crew meets back up not even an hour after his head hit the cobblestone ground, and he is seething as he watches Rayleigh officially disband the crew. He is frothing when Buggy, voice shaking and thin and pale and everything Roger refused to let the child be ever again, asks through tears, "what do we do now?"
And Rayleigh, face blank, just responds with, "go back to what you were doing, kid. You survived this long."
And Roger is furious, is livid, is terrified and angry and hurt and-
One of the nearby lanterns explodes.
The crew shoots looks that direction, and Roger thinks they might just see him, but nobody reacts beyond his kids blinking hard a few times before looking away. And Oh. Oh, That Is Odd.
Roger is a pirate, a Captain, is deadDeadDeadDeadOhFuckHeIsDead- but he's a selfish man at his core. He has made peace with that.
He watches over Shanks and Buggy, sometimes goes to check on Rouge and her growing little bump. He winds up baring witness to the events of Baterilla, and he is furious beyond reason by the Marines. But he is there to see Rouge's last breath and Ace's first, and hebwatches Garp take his child, just as requested, and he holds his wife in his arms as she joins him in this odd limbo.
They both bare witness, hand in hand, as Shanks and Buggy fight tears, panic attacks, and unfiltered rage as they help dig graves and mourn the losses of innocent lives, and Roger aches when they keep a meticulous count. Rouge cries with every friend and family member she sees lowered into the earth, but she is still trying, futile as it is, to wipe away Buggy's and Shanks' tears, hands gently on their backs and heads and cheeks. She has never met them, not personally, but Roger had told her so much, and these boys are hers as well, hers to love and protect and adore.
The pirate king and his wife, his queen, keep watch over their children, trying to give comfort where they could, protection in any way they can manage.
Roger aches with Ace's hatred. He understands, he'd never blame him for it, but it hurts and he may hate Garp's choices a little more with each glimpse into the situation.
For a long while, things are fine, are normal, make a routine. Three years in, there is a change.
A pulse ripples along the world, jarring and sudden, like a cacophonous drum beat. As quickly as it comes, it goes. Roger and Rouge exchange glances. None of the living have reacted.
They meet Luffy not long after.
His tiny body thrums with energy, heart an odd but not harmful pace and Roger Knows.
He never thought he'd get to see this.
Luffy is still so small, so tiny, but he is loved, so much so.
And, the couple learns, he is the epicenter of so much by way of Fate.
He goes on to become so much to so many, a friend/son to Shanks, a person of interest to Buggy, a brother to Ace, and Roger is cackling over having five whole sons as soon as the cups clink together, much to Rouge's amusement.
Just. Roger ((and Rouge)) watching over their children.
Occasionally even being VISIBLE to others in times of high energy.
Alvida seeing Roger sitting on the edge of Buggy's bed when he spikes dangerous fevers.
Benn seeing Rouge brush Shanks' hair back when he gets blackout drunk after a particularly hard time.
Dadan seeing both parents soothe a sobbing little baby when she was still so new to this parenting thing, and never breathing a word of it.
Chopper occassionally getting glimpses of a giant of a man and a powerful looking woman whe Luffy is badly injured, both gently offering him comfort or standing guard.
Koala occasionally sees strangers in the base when Sabo is sick or hurt or has nightmares.
Whitebeard nearly chokes when he sees Roger sitting next to his son on his deck, smiling fondly at the newly snoring young man and patting his head gently.
Nobody breathes a word of any of this, not for a good long while because stranger things have happened. And besides...
It's good to know the kids are being looked out for.
Oh damn. Okay. I've never really been into ghost stuff and things like this, but this is so cool??? Honestly, turning it into soul energy makes it so interesting. They're there to look out for them and keep an eye on them and it's such a beautiful concept!!! <3
#never read anything by stereden. i don't even think i know who that is ngl#but this was really cool !!!#one piece
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Current Project List - 2023
The Works in Progress:
Full spread sheet of every Clone Trooper Ever an where they sit in the GAR
Status: Incomplete
No Order 66 AU
Status: Incomplete
Kesett Week 2023
Status: Incomplete
Lost Property Box
Status: Incomplete
Down Comes the Rain
Status: Incomplete
A Younger Star
Status: Incomplete
Mandalorian Armour Colour Guide
Status: Incomplete
The Supercommando Codex Draft
Status: Incomplete
Timeline of Mandalorian History
Status: Incomplete
The Ones Stuck in Draft Phase:
Cal nerfs Palpatine (it's an oopsie) in a universe where Sheev kept the war going, for a long time.
Taung had their own magic, and it causes problems on purpose.
Manda'lor the Conqueror stared too hard at the sun and now they're stuck in the future with some strange people.
A Padawan from the distant past gets a ghost master from the future.
Obi Wan Kenobi is a joke the Force is playing on everyone at this point.
Stanger Things Star Wars AU. Cal's playlist accidentally saves lives, and Boba just wants his dad back.
High Fantasy Star Wars, including the Isles of Tatooine, and the Empire of the Mandalorians. And some Dai Bendu.
High Fantasy Stranger Things, that includes Eddie the Necromancer Bard, and Estefan, the frustrated Knight who has to deal with him.
Book of Boba Fett Review and Rewrite as an explicit, gory, crime family mafia series starring everyone you've ever heard of.
Star Wars Batman Au (yeah, you read that right)
The Galactic Empire became a bunch of Empires and Sheev is deeply upset by how hard it is to kill a few bloody Mandalorians
Jaster accidentally declares war on slavery and collapses the Republic. In his defense, it was held up by sticky tape, spit, and the sheer will of some well-meaning Jedi.
[Keeping myself accountable by allowing people to bully me over unfinished work. It's the only way to fly! Ill add some links to this when I'm done. One day. One day, it will all be done.]
#star wars#supercommando codex#my stupid ass can't help starting more projects#I haven't finished a single one#its bad#fanfic#star wars fanfiction#fanon#stranger things au#star wars au#high fantasy au#unfinished
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Be still my beating heart
My second back up truce gift! This is for @timelessdp, so sorry this took so long!
I used this prompt: Phantom wasn’t Danny before the portal accident. He was Amity, younger Brother of Pariah Dark.
I had a ton of fun with this, and I hope to revisit this au at some point to explore more.
Warnings: brief description of injury
“Amity, it is ready.”
The faint sound of ticking alerts Amity to who entered his chambers before smoke whips out of frozen lungs.
“Thank you, Clockwork. With the sarcophagus finished we can finally look towards ending this.”
The Sarcophagus is their last chance, and even then its going to be a long shot. Amity’s brother is strong, but they have all the Ancients and Clockwork on their side.
“Are you sure it will actually work?”
Amity looks to one of his oldest friends, sees the anxiety they’re trying so hard to hide.
“It has to. Pariah has already caused so much destruction and misery across the infinite realms, if we don’t stop him now nothing will.”
Clockworks frown twists as he shifts rapidly between his three forms.
“I admire your confidence Amity, but-”
“I have full faith in your abilities, Timemaster, we will win.”
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They lose, badly.
Amity had known his brother was strong, Pariah Dark hadn’t gotten the moniker of ‘butcher’ when they had been alive for nothing. But this, several of the Ancients have been destroyed entirely, and Clockwork had been struck so horribly in the face that Amity thinks he might loose that eye.
Their attack had failed on every level. Pariah had clearly known they were coming, and once the fighting had started any sense of cohesion had left them, every ghost fighting only for itself.
The sword sinks deeper into Amity’s chest. The blade had nearly split his core in two, as is it’s held together by barely a thread.
“Kneel, brother.”
Pariah's voice is like thunder, demanding respect and attention from all.
“Never.”
His own voice quivers like a leaf in a storm even as he fights to look his brother in the eye.
This had been exactly why the plan had been to surprise and overwhelm Pariah, Amity had known in the depths of his core that they wouldn’t be able to beat his brother on an even playing field.
Pariah gestures with hand not wielding the sword, sweeping over the ruined battlefield.
“Look at what your foolishness had wrought, brother. Your ally’s lay decimated around you, and now you have forced me to expedite my plans.”
In an instant the sword is abruptly removed from Amity’s chest cavity, replaced by his brother's hand, using the gaping wound as a steady grip to heave Amity up.
“I should kill you here, traitor. But you will serve me much better by acting as an example.”
The next few seconds are a blur as Pariah strides past his decimated enemies, dragging Amity along like one would a reluctant dog.
It takes Amity a second too long to realize whats happening, but by then it is already too late.
Pariah shoves Amity’s broken body into the Sarcophagus, smile gleaming of the horrified shouts of Amity’s allies.
“I, Pariah Dark, conqueror of all the infinite realms, hereby banish you to earth. May you lay forever stranded as your core rots.”
Amity’s last sight before the door seals is his brother’s eyes, filled with hatred as he is shunted from his home.
He can feel when they pass the threshold and he hits earth-
His core screams, but he is trapped in the same sarcophagus he meant to damn his brother to. Trapped all alone on earth, far from the infinite realms.
His only hope is that the Ancients and clockwork are able to rally and capture Pariah before he destroys everything, but even as his core calls out, nothing answers.
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The next few hundred years past in a disconnected haze.
History tells Amity after the first millennium totally isolated from the infinite reals he should have ceased to exist, but somehow his core has not completely destabilized. In fact, it had healed almost entirely from the grievous wound his brother had inflicted on him.
His only theory is that when Pariah tore a hole in the infinite realms to banish him to earth he had not been able to close the portal entirely behind him. So ectoplasm had been able to leak out in a high enough concentration to slowly heal him.
His body stays trapped, but he finds he is able to reach out with his core to take in the world around him.
It appears that while he had been slumbering humans had build an entire town up around where he is buried.
As more years pass he continues to observe this small town, which he is delighted to discover had somehow named itself Amity Park. he grows attached to the people, watching them grow and learn. And he welcomes every soul buried in his graveyard.
Occasionally a rouge ghost makes its way to earth, drawn to Amity’s home by the ectoplasm leaking from the portal remnants. Luckily as his core repaired itself Amity is able to establish this town as his domain, and even without his full power its laughably easy to scare off any ghosts looking to haunt his town.
Eventually he notices a curious development. Two of his people, so-called scientists who have a fascination with ghosts, begin to tinker extensively with the ambient ecto energy that permeates the town. The Fenton’s, they call themselves.
Amity leaves them to it, something he will come to regret for the rest of his afterlife.
It takes him too long to realize that the elder Fenton’s have built ome kind of machine directly over the tear until Amity’s word suddenly becomes alive.
In an instant he feels a spark alight him anew, fells the power from the infinite realms surge out, looking, begging for a response.
In all his excitement Amity almost misses it, but under the clamor of the realms he hears the faint cry.
At the epicenter of the rip in reality lies a human. The youngest Fenton, whos dreams of space remind Amity when he first explored the realms as a ghostling.
It seems whatever machine the elder fentons have created is attempting to re-tear a hole into the infinite realms, and this little one is in the epicenter. He can feel the buzz of ectoplasm all around and inside the boy, overwhelming his new infant core.
Amity reaches out with his own core to try and stabilize this new ghost, but the sheer power of the portal pulls him inward instead.
He is compressed, the fully developed core of a millenniums old ghost shoved into the body of an infant human child.
He screams. They scream. The infinite realms screams with them.
When he is next aware Amity is collapsed on a cold metal surface. But that isn't right.
The sarcophagus is designed to hold his core in suspension. Amity has not felt anything in millenniums.
“Danny?”
The voice is weak and distorted to Amity’s ears, but something deep inside him surges to life at the sound of that voice.
“I’m fi-ine Sam,” he says without thinking. But he shouldn’t know who this small human child is, shouldn’t recognize this lab and the equipment scattered haphazardly about.
His core yearns for the infinite realms, but under the familiar hum he feels something else. Utterly entwined with his core, is a human heart. Somehow the two organs work together seamlessly to pump both ectoplasm and blood through his veins.
Amity can think of a million curses, a thousand ways to damn the earth he is now trapped on, but all that comes out is a single, heart-and-core-felt,
“Fuck.”
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For the Fanfic Ask game:
23 and 40
hey, thanks for the ask, friend!! 🤗
23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?
whoooo boy, you broke a dam asking this! im so excited to answer :D
a deaf!lin beifong au for avatar: the last airbender/legend of korra is at the very top of my list, it’s been rotting my brain for the past month. i am so in love with the beifong family, but lin and toph in particular are my favourites. it would just be so interesting to see how they navigate communication since they can’t exactly use sign language or writing. and i mean, the amount of flangst! (also i personally have such a fascination and interest in sign language for like, no reason at all lol, i even started self-learning recently for funsies (it’s ridiculously hard to find free online resources for auslan compared to asl)) <- this might also apply to question 17 but oh well :3
and and and an au for agents of shield where an alternate variant of skye (known as daisy) escapes into the canon universe sometime after the events of afterlife due to kang the conqueror destroying her own. she trains skye in her powers, we have some lovely maydaisy angst for both universes, and some character death :3
also ghost!lucy for fairy tail where lucy sacrificed herself in the final battle and became lumen histoire, but sticks around as a sort of spirit to help her friends move on bc i’m all about that angst <33
another one is for demon slayer, where a young tanjirō keeps inexplicably skipping through time, non-linearly and uncontrollably, but he always ends up near giyū (and through a series of confusing events and time-wimey misunderstandings, all the hashira believe tanjirō is giyū’s secret little brother ;))
and i could go on all day but no one has time for that so i’mma stop there lol—
(but feel free to ask more about these aus if you want!!)
40. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?
oof, it really depends on the fic. i do tend to re-read oneshots, and occasionally longfics if i have the time/when the premise suddenly returns to me and i have this primal urge to reread the whole thing lol. or sometimes i just remember a moment that really stuck out to me and i ctrl + f for it lol.
tldr: yes i do tend to reread fics
thanks for playing! i had a lot of fun ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡
#inky asks#ask game#avatar the last airbender#legend of korra#toph beifong#lin beifong#agents of shield#daisy johnson#melinda may#maydaisy#kang the conqueror#fairy tail#lucy heartfilia#lumen histoire#demon slayer#tanjiro kamado#giyuu tomioka
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i havent written anything for it yet so don't ask but
conqueror!au johnny :/
#sorry im scrolling on pinterest to distract myself again and you all are suffering for it#conqueror ghost au
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i know you didn't answer the previous ask talking about fanfic in particular but sansa shipping fic is a sight to behold due to how much options it offers and given how fanfic is an expression of shipping, i NEED to share my two cents of how vastly different sansa fanfic can be.
depending on her love interest, it tells vastly different stories.
LF? (hopefully) a dark, twisted romance, probably kinky with daddy issues. (hopefully) features dark!sansa.
the hound? probably very soft, beauty & the beast style, a lady & her knight type of story.
tyrells? pure romantic fluff, sansa as a great lady, some good rep, either sapphic or with willas' disability. usually it's an arranged marriage but sansa doesn't start the story outright hating highgarden (usually considering it a refuge after escaping KL). instead, her romantic dreams of knights and summer come true and her new family takes her in with loving arms.
oberyn? also a lot of fluff but make it poly and lots of good food and fun. / doran's kids: less poly but with the same love put into the worldbuilding of dorne.
lannisters? really brings out sansa as a political player. if it's tywin, it's probably kinky (and by kinky, i mean possession and breeding) and cersei dies. if it's jamie, it's not that kinky but cersei still dies. it's always an arranged marriage sansa is forced into but eventually she falls for the lannister in question and fixes his issues (and his family) while leaning into her political side and ousting cersei from her position at court. really, you need a fic where cersei dies? sansa x lannister.
theon is in a prime shipping position after they escaped winterfell together on the show (and that hug. i don't even like theon and i loved that hug in s8. sansa got all the best hugs on the show) and jeyne fills all the childhood friends to lovers tropes plus some sapphic rep. no arranged marriages here, just people finding each other again after years of separation and suffering.
jon is kind of all of the above, depending on interpretation and what kind of vibes are wanted with the advantage of being stark-based and lots and lots of ghost being a good boy who sticks to sansa's shadow. she at least ends up as the ruling lady of winterfell in a prospering north. rickon lives, arya comes and goes as she pleases, brienne is in her queen's guard.
all of these don't even consider the potential of au's that deviate from the books more than a butterfly effect and a few (or many) slightly (or heavily, looking at you tywin) adjusted characters.
(btw, in modern au's sansa also offers the potential trope of TWO crazy ex-boyfriends who abused her to some extent and who can cause further conflict.)
depending on what kind of tropes you love, there's a sansa ship for you out there because there's just so much possibility in her character and depending on where you diverge from her story (and which house you favour, tbh), all of them are kind of possible if you squint and that's where she's very different from characters whose paths are already set in stone. unless we go into au's that deviate before the books start, jon is always going to be at the wall. dany is always going to start out in essos and doesn't interact with other romantic leads until she's the conqueror (or saviour). robb is always going to be the heir of winterfell and has to return to winterfell even if he survives.
sansa meanwhile crosses paths with most of the major factions during her time in KL and is in search for a home & family and can embody both the daughter that's going to leave her father's home and make a home elsewhere AND the eldest surviving child that can find her home AT home with whomever she chooses (sometimes reconquering wf for rickon with the help of her adopted family)
having her face so many suitors obviously puts the idea in the reader's head that sansa is worth pursuing and that there are possibilities to deviate from the story (which makes a lot of these matches possible, the easy in with the lannisters and the tyrells is always an arranged marriage (oberyn shipping kind of involves a lot more voluntarily getting kidnapped before the match is made)) but the potential each match brings is really up to the writer.
as someone who tries not to judge what other people like in fanfic, i have to admit that sansa is a gift that keeps on giving.
(and if you want to know how i know, it's because i'm the embodiment of the guy that finds a "dead dove don't eat" bag in the fridge and opens it anyway. i'm just really happy i haven't seen any sansa x qyburn yet.)
(About this ask)
That was a really fun read! It’s a great point about Sansa’s story in particular placing her in vicinity of many of these important characters in a way others don’t (like Jon or Dany), so I can def see why, when looking to write a romance with a certain character, she’s the go to heroine of the story.
I also think a big factor is that Sansa is someone a lot of girls can identify with and you can manifest her personality, interests, struggles into different scenarios pretty easily, so generally, I understand why of all the characters in ASOIAF, if someone wants to write a romance, it would center on her.
If you have stumbled across some hidden gems feel free to send me fic recs!
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Recently I’ve been watching The Hollow Crown and other shows similar to it like The White Queen, The White Princess, The Tudors, Borgia, Reign, Britannia, and The Last Kingdom and so now got a very weird fanfic idea based on these shows and Fire&Blood.
So basically I thought what if the Conquest took a bit longer (which is kinda modeled after the Hundred Years War) with each House conquered having to marry into the royal line atleast once and Jaehaerys basically uniting the Seven Kingdoms which is why he’s referred to as the Conciliator (I may include Dorne in this revamped Conquest with them being married into like canon). I also plan on having House Targaryen was more modeled after House Plantagenet in order to do this, with them having several cadet houses like the Blackfyre’s and other ones as well - with House Blackfyre being legitimized by Aegon the Conqueror and made his heirs prior to Aenys’ birth.
I also may use magical influences from books series so if anybody could recommend some to me that would be awesome! (Though this is an AU where their are no White Walkers so theirs that).
I have to admit this idea is inspired by this quote by Shakespeare in Richard II:
“For God's sake, let us sit upon the ground
And tell sad stories of the death of kings;
How some have been deposed; some slain in war,
Some haunted by the ghosts they have deposed;
Some poison'd by their wives: some sleeping kill'd;
All murder'd: for within the hollow crown
That rounds the mortal temples of a king
Keeps Death his court and there the antic sits,
Scoffing his state and grinning at his pomp,
Allowing him a breath, a little scene,
To monarchize, be fear'd and kill with looks,
Infusing him with self and vain conceit,
As if this flesh which walls about our life,
Were brass impregnable, and humour'd thus
Comes at the last and with a little pin
Bores through his castle wall, and farewell king!”
As well as the song: “The King” by Rosendale
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fic stat game
Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.
I was tagged by @redlightsandicedtea, thank you! 💙
Most hits:
take me back to the start (Shadowhunters): Canon divergence, Magnus erases his memories of Alec, and Alec is badly injured in the battle of Alicante. Over the next year, Magnus meets Alec again and has to decide whether he wants to remember him.
Second most kudos: also take me back
Third most comments:
wolves and voices (Witcher, also first in kudos): AU. Jaskier, who runs the underground resistance network in Oxenfurt as the Sandpiper, decides to turn himself in to Redania's new conqueror, the White Wolf, rather than risk his friends.
Fourth most bookmarks:
Nothing In This World (Encanto): my very much unfinished Encanto fic 😭 After her gift ceremony, Bruno takes Mirabel and runs from the Encanto. Ten years later, circumstances forces them to come back.
Fifth most words:
setting fire to our insides (for fun) (Roswell New Mexico): oof, deeply angsty personal journey. Sometime post season 1, Alex is at the end of his rope and in a terrible mental place. He enlists Isobel and her telepathy to help him sort through his mind.
Least words: (excluding fanart only)
we'd laugh at the ghosts of our fears (Silmarillion): Yeah, current fandom! Through his life, Fingon laughs (despite what it looks like, it's actually angst).
That was fun! I find it amusing that each of these fics are in a different fandom.
Tagging @eveningspirit @foodsies4me @emyn-arnens @thelordofgifs @moonlight-breeze-44
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His Star - Prologue
Aemond Targaryen x Targaryen!OC, GOT AU (Daenerys is a good Queen fight me), HOTD AU
CW: minor character death, Targcest
~Part 1~
The walls of the Red Keep stared back at Daenerys Targaryen, cold and full of judgment as they had every man and woman who had sat upon the Iron throne before her. Unlike those who had inhabited the throne since the fall of her father, the stone walls of the keep felt like a welcome home.
But still, to the newly coronated queen, this home felt foreign. A place she had read about, and studied from afar, but now she could learn this home. As a child, she had been fascinated with the untold stories and the whispered tales that existed only within these walls. The new queen smiled, grateful she had returned to the throne without having to burn the city as she was prepared to do and thankful that all she had dreamed each night before sleep as a small girl was hers—belonging once again to the House of Targaryen.
The silence was broken by the sound of footfalls, ones the young queen had come to recognize as those belonging to her hand: Tyrion Lannister. The man had become a great comfort to her in the weeks leading up to her ascension and now directly after her remained a pillar within her vastly different landscape.
With a bow of his head, the short man greeted her with a smile, “It is quite late to be in here, my queen. The hour of the wolf meets little comfort in these halls, I have come to know that better than most. I have spent many nights wandering the halls of this Keep and -”
Tyrion’s voice trailed off as his smile turned into a smirk, his voice pitching up in humor.
“And what, Lord Hand?”
“And wandering the brothels of Flea Bottom. There was one point in my glorious youth, a handful of years ago where I could name almost every whore on the Street of Silk.” Laughter echoed off the walls and for a moment the two felt the weight of their ever-growing responsibility leave.
“Lord Tyrion, I want to know this place. As a small child, I would look upon the stars and imagine my ancestors. Their lives beyond what is written in the histories, and the tales whispered among the small folk. I am a Targaryen in name, in blood, by right of dragon, and yet I feel so alone in this world.”
A deep sigh left the queen before she continued, “I feel alone here as if after all this time, I do not know my own family.”
Tyrion looked upon his queen, and his thoughts shifted to his favorite tale of the Red Keep. One he thought she may just like.
“Have you heard of your ancestor, The Strangers Mistress? Her tale is my favorite to have happened within these walls.” The Hand of the Queen knew her answer before he asked, very few remembered the Lady Valaena, and even less wrote of her existence. Her title, given by the small folk was unfortunately accurate, her whole life had been spent under the gaze of the Stranger.
“No, I am not familiar.”
Her tone told Tyrion just how curious she was in this world she had been ripped away from before she was even born. In those moments, Daenerys’ age showed. The young and curious mind peaking from behind the walls a queen had built to protect herself.
“I would be more than obliged to tell you. I found a journal that told me much about her life during my previous time at the Red Keep, it is rare for her story to be spoken. It has become known as a way to call the Stranger’s eyes to glare upon you. The Strangers Mistress, whose true name was Valaena Targaryen, named after the mother of the Conqueror himself. She was born just two months after Prince Aemond Targaryen and would live to see her family’s deadly dance.”
The hand stopped his narration to reflect on the tragedy that was the Dance of the Dragons. The blacks against the greens, a family at war with each other. It all seemed too familiar to him now, the ghosts of his father and siblings still lingered in his mind each day.
With a glance and breath, Lord Tyrion began again, “Her mother was the youngest child of Prince Aemon Targaryen and Lady Jocelyn Baratheon, Princess Daenys who was born 90 AC and sister to the Queen who never was.”
In the seconds between the Lord Hand’s words, Daenerys paused in the open passageway they were walking through. The sky had finally cleared, no longer was there smoke in the air and the only thing that lingered in the cloudless sky was her children. Perhaps, they too were mourning their long-gone family.
“Lady Valaena’s father was the youngest brother of King Viserys I, Prince Aelor. The surviving twin of the stillborn Prince Aegon. He was the mirror image of his mother Princess, with one eye of violet, the other a brilliant green color. A bright and happy boy, he earned the name the Realms sun. Given to him by King Jaehaerys I, who held great affection for the young boy. After the passing of the Old King in 103, Prince Aelor claimed the Bronze Fury while the Princess Daenys had claimed her grandmother's dragon, Silverwing.”
A small smile grew on the Targaryen’s face as she thought of the two sharing a great love and their dragons being just as devoted as they were.
Tyrion continued, “It is said, in the last moments of his life as he lay dying in the Stepstones, the Prince Aelor cried out to the gods begging them to keep his family in their palms and safe from harm. Most believe when he called to them the Stranger was the only one listening and turned his gaze unto the unborn daughter of the Prince. The first time Lady Valaena Targaryen opened her eyes, one of violet and one of green, the Stranger marked her just as her father had begged.”
Tyrion stopped for a moment, thinking back to the literature he had come read about this tragedy. As he looked toward his Queen, she had her eyes on him invested in his story.
“Prince Aelor was known as the realms sun and the Princess Daenys was the realms moon. The small folk called the day Daenys went into labor The Great Eclipse as she brought a starling into the world. It was said that during her labor, her cries so loud her sister could hear her all the way in Driftmark.”
The Great Eclipse, the twentieth day of the sixth month many years before...
Fourteen hours had come to pass since Daenys had received the raven detailing her beloved's death, impaled in the gut by the savages of the Triarchy. Only moments later did her cries of sorrow turn to cries of pain as the news sent the pregnant Princess into labor three weeks too early.
King Viserys I Targaryen waited on the Iron Throne, heartbroken at the news of his youngest brother's death and anxious as his cousin fought to bring a child into the world. His daughter refused to leave her favorite of her father’s cousins and his young wife could not find peace through the screams of the struggling Princess. Alicent stared at Aemond, thinking back to his birth only a few months prior. The small Prince, not even half the size of his older brother Aegon, now sleeping unbothered by the chaos that had overtaken the Red Keep.
The cries of Daenys stopped just as suddenly as they began, and the King was filled with panic in the following moments when his daughter entered the throne room face red with tears, a small bundle hidden within her arms.
“Fa- Father” Rhaenyra choked out, looking up at Viserys through wet lashes
“Father, I present to you the Lady Valaena Targaryen.” As she finished her sentence, Viserys crossed the room to stand close to his daughter and the babe in her arms. Slowly he took the child Rhaenyra had stretched out to him. He couldn’t help the tears that formed as his mother's eyes stared at him. His youngest brother’s eyes now belonged had passed on to his daughter, striking against the tufts of dark Baratheon hair already on the babe's head.
“She will be a great beauty of the realm, a perfect mixture of her parents. Come Rhaenyra, it is late. I am sure, Daenys wants her little one back into her arms at once. We shall congratulate and thank her for giving us a lasting piece of Aelor.”
Before he could turn to walk toward Daenys chambers, the broken sob of his daughter stopped him. One he had heard before in an eerily similar situation.
“The Princess Daenys does not wait for us, Father.”
The King did not know how it was possible, but his heart shattered for the second time that day. He knew that she could not bear to be in this world without Aelor, their souls were one and the same.
It was within the walk to the nursery, to find a wet nurse that Viserys decided that he would protect the child and raise it in his Keep. She would have all the luxuries of his own children, she was a dragon and he would see she was never alone.
The small babe began to wail as they reached the nursery, an inconsolable cry for her mother and father who would never hear her. This cry caught the ear of Queen Alicent, still inside watching the rise and fall of her youngest son's chest.
With a slight bow to her husband, the Queen came to his side, “Your cousin has completed her labors?”
The question clung to the thick air within the Keep that night, the sound of the orphaned babe filling the air.
Attempting to soothe the babe with a gentle bounce, the brokenhearted King spoke, "Yes, the Princess Daenys gave the remainder of her soul to bring life to their little Starling. She has gone to meet my brother in the arms of the Stranger."
The King's words carried a great tragedy, and the babe wailed louder waking her cousin in his crib. A sound came from the Prince – nothing more than a babe's coo – but for some reason unknown to the King and Queen: that one sound calmed the dark-haired newborn. Carefully, the King handed the newborn to the wet nurse to be fed. Requesting that she be placed next to his infant son for comfort after. A dragon egg that would turn to stone taken from the crib to make room for the girl. The ruler and his consort left the infants under the watchful eye of the wet nurse, and when she was placed beside him, the small Princeling turned toward his new crib mate. At peace with one another, both babes fell into a slumber.
AN: Hi it’s me... back in another fandom :) Anyway might cross post this later to Wattpad who knows. Let me know what you think and if you like where this might go. Also, Team Black all the way but I do love my crazy murders. Again this is not proof read, so just ignore any
#aemond fic#hotd aemond#house of the dragon aemond#aemond one eye#aemond x you#aemond fanfiction#aemond x original female character#aemondxoc#aemond x oc#hotd rhaenyra#hotd viserys#team black#princess rhaenys targaryen#vermathor#silverwing#targaryen#daenerys deserved better#queen daenerys#danerys targaryen#tyrion lannister#tyrion#aemond imagine#aemond targaryen imagine#hotd imagine#imagines#drabble#hotd au#hotd drabbles
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