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revvywevvy · 2 years

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Here's Modern AU Pyrrha!! <3 Backstory info (and s/i meeting) under the cut [oh and since I forgot to mention in the previous post both CJ and Pyrrha are 21 at the current point, the backstory stuff is just flashbacks]

Millennia ago, during the height of the spirit swords’ reigns, a young descendant of the Alexandra bloodline embarked on a journey to destroy the cursed sword, Soul Edge. He endured many trials, and triumphed against countless foes who sought the evil sword and its power. The gods protected him as best they could, but Soul Edge’s power was seemingly unstoppable at its peak. Not even they could protect the descendent from Soul Edge, even in the sword’s defeat. The descendent had successfully destroyed the sword after a long journey; however, countless shards of the shattered weapon embedded themselves inside his body. Most of the fragments could be removed; all but one. The shard rested near his heart, and stayed there for the remainder of his days.

Years later, when his child became dependent on the cursed fragment’s energy to survive, the father sacrificed himself, ripping the shard from his body and implanting it into his child. The child lived, grew, and… was able to exist, mostly unscathed. However, the loving father’s sacrifice had come with a large side effect that nobody had seen coming. In the process of transferring the shard from person to person, the evil sword had gotten a taste of their blood. This contamination fully tainted their blood; inadvertently cursing the bloodline to come with its evil power. The child lived unaware, and fully completed their life.

Upon giving birth to their own child later on, the curse was passed down. It continued on this way, the curse of Soul Edge passing down from descendent to descendent for thousands of years. For most of those millennia, all remained unscathed, the spirit swords remaining dormant for a prolonged period, rendering the resting energy practically useless. However, as the modern age approached and countless folk discovered the existence of the swords, they were ripped from their hibernation. With that; the dark powers returned, cursing the Alexandra bloodline once more.

It was when the daughter of Sophitia Alexandra, Pyrrha, had fallen victim to the brunt of its curse. The child would die should Sophitia not act soon. As such, the determined mother battled through her own ailments from the curse, starting her own journey to save her child. The woman prayed rigorously to the gods, and had previously been a very religious woman. The gods heard her prayers, and granted her the strength to find the evil sword. She did just that, finding the evil weapon and sacrificing her life to hold the weapon back. Her sacrifice kept the wicked curse at bay, and before anyone knew it, Pyrrha Alexandra recovered.

However, then the worst occurred. One day, the little girl disappeared. As the first-born, she was the main one affected by the curse between her and her brother, and as such, countless cults and groups seeking the evil sword had their eyes on their family once the curse’s existence was discovered. It was thought that one of the many cults had kidnapped her, however, they couldn’t find a single trace of evidence linking her disappearance to the cults. Only one person had a clue of who was to blame: Pyrrha’s little brother, Patroklos. He’d seen a raven-haired teenage girl, one who he thought had lured little Pyrrha in then snatched her away. He was correct, however, no one would know what truly occurred until years later.

It was many years later when Pyrrha Alexandra had entered highschool. She was living completely across the country from where she was born, being passed from foster home to foster home. She had no memory of her earliest years, all of its happenings lost to time. The girl’s life was miserable, to put it lightly. The foster parents raising her could care less for her existence, only keeping her around for the money they were paid to raise her. She was bullied by her peers, and was oh, so lonely. There was not a friend in sight for the girl, it seemed. One day, though, a young raven-haired woman appeared, a sweet smile on her face and nothing to offer but friendship. The young teen was shocked, but overjoyed. Someone wanted to be around her…? The poor girl was so lost, so alone, that she was easily susceptible to the manipulation of this woman. Without another thought, Pyrrha happily accepted the friendship of the woman, Tira. Many others would see red flags aplenty in this ‘friendship’, with a grown woman befriending and seemingly trying to woo a teenage girl. It was odd, and especially concerning– yet, not a single person cared that Pyrrha was potentially being groomed by the woman. It just came with being unwanted, and uncared for.

It kept going like that, until one day, Tira made an offer to Pyrrha. Out there, in the world, was a sword of immense and unstoppable power. With that power, she could finally be in control of her life. She could get revenge on those who hurt her in her life. She could finally be happy! Pyrrha paused at the woman’s offer, unsure. Of course she trusted her, she was her best friend! However, Tira was suggesting things that, to put it likely, scared Pyrrha. She may have hated her circumstances, but… for the most part, she was safe. Being asked to leave everything she’s known and leave with Tira, to join her in getting that power, in getting revenge on the people who hurt her the most. Tira offered her a happily-ever-after, just her and Pyrrha. Yet, that ‘happy ending’ scared her. This was starting to feel wrong. Tira was making offers and moves that made her uncomfortable, and worried. Pyrrha quickly answered that she needed time to think it over, that she had to get to school soon lest she get in trouble with her parents. With that, she ran off, giving Tira no time to respond. The woman watched Pyrrha run off, and smiled. Soon enough. Soon enough the time would come.

That day, when Pyrrha had arrived at school, it was announced one of her classes was having a multi-class project, with two different teachers combining their classes together to help one another. Pyrrha sighed sadly. As per usual, she’d either be forced to work alone, or be forcefully grouped up with someone who clearly wanted nothing to do with her. As the two classes congregated and grouped up, one girl stood out from the crowd, her eyes on the lonely Pyrrha. Pyrrha locked eyes with the girl for a second, before quickly averting her gaze, staring at the floor awkwardly. The other girl smiled softly, tightened her ponytail, and approached Pyrrha.

Pyrrha yelped a little when the girl’s hand began resting against her desk. “Hey.” “…Um… h-hi.” “Y’looked lonely over here, got a partner yet?” “Oh! Um… n-no, nobody wants to work with me. Everyone’s, um. Already said no.” The girl raised an eyebrow at Pyrrha’s words. “Seriously? Ugh, people suck, don’t they? Screw them, wanna be partners for this? I ain’t got anyone else in my corner either.” Pyrrha looked up at her. “R-Really..?” “Yeah! Besides, you seem a lot more chill than a buncha those jerks over there. Hopefully you aren’t the type to dump all the work on one person, I’m sicka people doin’ that shit to me.” Pyrrha sat quietly for a moment. “Y-Yeah, people do that to me a lot… a-after they’re forced to work with me by the teacher. It’s not nice, b-but I kinda get it since they’re being forced to work with me. U-Um…! Anyways- we… we could work together, y-yeah.” The girl raised a brow at the latter of the comments, mentally shaking her head at the audacity of some people, but she quickly shook it off. “Cool! Name’s Colette, but you can just call me CJ. What about you?” CJ offered an encouraging smile to Pyrrha. Noticing this, Pyrrha couldn’t help but smile back. CJ was being kind to her, just like Tira had been for months. However, CJ’s kindness didn’t seem uncomfortable, or bordering on creepy. She frowned a little, but shook the thought off when she noticed the smallest bit of confusion in CJ’s expression. “Um-!! P-Pyrrha, my name’s Pyrrha!”

The two girls spent the rest of the class talking, and beginning to work on the project. They exchanged phone numbers, and it was later that day when the two girls met up again. It was their lunch break, the two girls eating lunch together in a random classroom and working on their projects at the same time. It was then when Pyrrha spoke up. “Um… C-CJ?” “Hm?” CJ pulled off an earphone, looking at Pyrrha out of the corner of her eye. “This… um, doesn’t have anything to do with the project, b-but, um… have you ever heard any stories about this, like… extreme power? In a sword, or something..?” CJ grabbed her phone, pausing her music and taking her headphones off. She looked at Pyrrha with a concerned expression. Pyrrha, seeing that expression, began to nervously backtrack. “I-I mean, um…! Sorry, does that make me sound crazy?? I-I won’t bring it up again if–” “No, I’ve heard of it. There’s been a lot of criminals trying to get a hold of it, some ancient power or something. It’s like– conspiracy theory level shit, except it’s potentially real??? Either way, it sounds like bad news all around.” CJ went silent for a second, concerned expression getting worse. “Why do you ask?” Pyrrha yipped. “W-Well, um. My friend brought it up to me.” “Really now… what about it?” “…….She wants me to go with her. To find it.” “W-What?! Why?! I mean, how could you guys even pull that off, don’t you need, like, a license or something so you can travel? We’re not even old enough for permits yet…” Pyrrha paused. “Um, a-actually, Tira has a license. She’s 29, so she’s really good at driving and stuff. O-Or so she said. She said she has enough money for us to go find it, b-but…” Pyrrha trailed off.

Upon hearing that, CJ’s expression darkened. “I… what the hell??” Pyrrha’s eyes widened and started to tear up, her hands starting to shake. “I-I dunno what to do… she’s my friend, a-and she’s so nice to me, but… she keeps insisting we go, and that I’ll finally be happy when we find it. S-So many people are mean, and Tira’s so nice to me. She keeps promising me that when we find it we can make sure nobody would hurt me again. B-But… where would it even be, how long would we be gone??” Pyrrha looked down at her lap, fiddling with her hands. “I… Pyrrha, how old are you? I mean, we’re both freshmen, so you gotta be no older than 15, right?? I- y-your ‘friend’, she’s literally 29?? A grown ass adult! That… This sounds dangerous. And wrong, so wrong. I-I mean– I know you said she’s your friend, and she’s nice to you and stuff, b-but… holy shit the project can wait, we need to tell an adult about this.” “W-What?! N-No, I don’t want Tira to get in trouble!! She’s my friend, I don’t wanna hurt her. E…Even if she does make me uncomfortable sometimes.” CJ’s frown deepens. “Pyrrha, I get that, but she’s trying to get you to join her for basically a death expedition?? So many criminals and cults and stuff are after that sword, it’s like– world domination levels of shit!” Pyrrha paused. “C-Criminals… cults… it’s all bad people after it..??” “Yeah, not a field trip you’d wanna go on, trust me.” “…H-How do you know all of that…? You’re so informed… I-I didn’t even know.” CJ started to sweat a little.

The goddess’s voice whispered in CJ’s ear, proclaiming immense danger. This was what she was warning her about. CJ’s eyes darted about a bit, and she fully understood what was going on. With a sigh, she patted Pyrrha’s shoulder. “I just… watch the news a lot. Looking stuff up online and all that.” She felt bad lying, but what else could she do?

Silently, she begged the goddess to help her, to protect Pyrrha. This… this was all part of that scheme, the ploy of the cults to gain power over the world. If they wanted something with Pyrrha, there had to be a reason why. Even CJ meeting Pyrrha, after being given such an important task. It all had to be connected. None of them, not even the goddess herself, had a clue just how closely connected the cursed ancient power was to Pyrrha Alexandra.

#913's art #ok to rb #cw grooming mention #digital art #medibang pro #♡ pyrrha alexandra #Pyrrha Alexandra #self ship au #//hopefully this is okay- today was so exhausting; having to help out for a holiday I could give zero shits about e_e #//feels like my brains melting into a puddle of goo; but I did what I could with how I felt! ^^#//i will say her design is giving me huge lili from te.kk.en vibes- minus the rich girl part #//but hey considering if soulcalibur took place in modern day it literally would just be a rehashed te.kk.en probably- yeah #//the connections make sense lol #//I MEAN- I did listen to te.kk.en 4/5 music while drawing and writing so yeah I can see how this turned out this way

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insomniakisses · 6 months

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An eye for an eye | One

Characters: Aemond x sister reader (platonic), Rhaenyra x sister reader (platonic), Alicent x step daughter reader (Platonic) (hotd characters)

Reader type: Female

Warnings / Notes: tw viserys, tw otto, tw daemon, events of driftmark, absent and shitty father viserys, metions of torturous, dragons, graphic violent scenes. I think thats it. Possable targcest in the future.

Part 2 (coming soon)

You couldn’t help the giggles that escaped your lips as you ran around the gardens, aemond chasing after you soft giggles falling from him two. The younger boy declaring he was going to catch you but he was at a disadvantage you were 4 years older than him, though even at the age of 10 he was gaining height and strength.

You begin to slow as tiredness kicks in and he smirks, using the last of his energy to surge forward catching up with ease as he wraps his arms around you and pushes you both to the floor. Laughter escaping you both on impact. Though its short lived when rhaenyra comes bolting over pulling you off the ground a hard glare fixed on her face.

“That is most un-lady like sister,” she hisses before her gaze fixes on your brother, “Aemond do you not know how to properly behave around a lady?” She scolds and you roll your eyes seeing jace and luke laughing behind her.

“I- we were playing! Only playing! Shes not hurt i promise-“ the young prince stutters clearly afraid of the much older royals wraith knowing just how protective of you your sister can be.

“Really?” She draws out with a scoff bringing ur arm into view and he sees the smallest of scrapes along your forearm his eyes widening.

“Rhaenyra!” You call shaking off her grip and moving to stand by Aemond, “its barely an injury, it doesn’t even hurt. You needn’t worry yourself!” You exclaim hand clasping Aemond’s as you continue. “He will take me to the maesters to get it checked out now, won’t you Aem?”

The boy nods with a small smile when you squeeze his hand in reassurance making sure he knows your not in the slightest mad at him and that everything is okay.

Spending the rest of the day inside the two of you resigned to the library reading up on family histories and practicing your High Valyrian. Save the brief interruption from Alicent, the queen asking to check your injury having been informed by Rhaenyra that her “undisciplined” son had caused you harm.

Though as soon as she saw you two laughing and joking around she knew in her heart that there was no way he would have hurt you. Especially not intentionally.

You simply smile at the queen greeting her by her title and allowing her to gently lift your arm inspecting the wound before she left you be leaving a soft kiss to both of your heads as she bid her goodbyes. On her way to the king no doubt.

— one year later —

The whole family was being taken to Driftmark, apparently for the funeral of Laena Velarion. Though the two of you had only spoken once, having accidentally ran into her and Rhaenyra, she seemed nice enough and you were sad that she had died so early into her life. Your half-sibling however didn’t seem to care. Aegon was ceaselessly complaining as usual, Helaena of in her own world like always and Aemond, well he was respectful enough to understand why you were going but he clearly wasn’t saddened by the news.

The king and Alicent were set to arrive by boat accompanied by the four of you, but Aegon having recently mounted Sunfyre for a real flight insisted he go by dragon back the king uncaringly agreeing and shooing of Alicent’s protests. Her visible worry evident the whole way as she picked and chewed at her fingers you and Aemond sharing a concern look before going over to her. Grasping a hand each you held her tightly and she smiled. You couldn’t tell if it was forced or not, but she let out a small exhale as she held you giving away she was more relaxed even if it was only slightly.

Once the ship had docked Alicent all but ran to Aegon though he rolled his eyes and told her to leave him be as he wasn’t a child anymore. He failed to see how she flinched when Sunfyre moved or how she stood still till the dragon moved away. One of her biggest fears dragons were, something you had picked up recently.

You latch back onto her arm when she’s beside you again, having grown rather attached to her in the years of Rhaenyras absence. She had left without warning or a goodbye. You can still remember the nights you laid crying for her hugs or her soft touch when she braided your hair helping you ready yourself in the morning. All of that was Alicent’s job now, not that she minded, she loved you as her own and enjoyed how you curled against her needy for a mother’s touch. She just wishes you wouldn’t call her Alicent, it always hurt her not hearing the word “mother”.

———— That Night ————

The funeral had been somewhat uneventful, Aegon had gotten drunk and was sent to bed early by Otto and Daemon had made a scene laughing during the ceremony. But that was all really, soon you were all sent to bed and you had fallen asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow. Exhausted from the day of traveling no doubt.

However, the sound of whooshing and a dragons deep roar had woken you, slipping on a cloak and your shows you had gone to investigate. By the time you came downstairs there was shouting and a trail of blood into the main hall. Following it you entered seeing Aemond holding his eye and the adults screaming at each other. Jace with bloody hands and Luke with a broken nose yet Rhaenyra, Daemon and Laenor were nowhere in sight. You rushed to Aemond side feeling Alicent pull u into her body your hand grasping her dress as you stares at the bloody sight.

Then in came Rhaenyra and you completely zoned out staying by Aemond’s side and holding his hand throughout the whole ordeal. Crying for your brother when the king seemed not to care and made no move to punish the boys for attacking him.

After all was said and done Aemond was given milk of the poppy and essence of night shade for the pain and to help him sleep. While the rest of you were ushered to your respective chambers though you slept very little worried about Aemond and so saddened at Rhaenyra’s intention of having someone torturing him. Afterall he had just lost an eye.

———— Back in Kings Landing ————

“ALICENT ENOUGH!” the king roared, having had enough of her nagging.

“THEY TOOK HIS EYE, YOUR GRACE, SOMEONE HAS TO PAY!” And he sighs sitting on his throne looking half dead.

“My dear wife,” he starts voice bored and tired. “Lucerys is just a boy. Children fight. Get over it.”

She scoffs at this, fighting the urge to yell again knowing his power out matches hers. “A debt is due your grace, an eye for an eye. He is your son!”

“What would you have me do?” He scoffs, “The boy is at dragon stone and he is my grandchild.”

“I dont care!” The queen protests, “You have to do something! Rhaenyra’s son has taken the eye of my own, a punishment is deserved. Someone must be punished!” If the queen had known her lack of precise words would lead to the events that would unfold that night she would never have been so careless.

“Fetch Y/n” is all he mutters and a guard sets of at once, Alicent so caught up in her thoughts not quiet hearing what he had ordered. Its only when a sleepy and confused you is escorted in that her breath quickens.

You stand there rubbing the sleep from your eyes, blinking away exhaustion as your blanket lays draped over your shoulders giving you a slight waddle when you walk.

“What is she-“ Alicent is cut of by the king. “Bring me her eye, a debt is to be payed and she is like a daughter to Rhaenyra. Lets settle this now”

Your heart fills with fear and dread as does Alicent’s as your grabbed by two guards another forcing his knife into your flesh. Alicent screaming protest as she herself is restrained tears falling down her face at your pained crys and shrieks. Your father simply holding his head in his hand as he feels another migraine coming.

“MOMMA PLEASE! IT HURTS MOM PLEASE MOMMY HELP!” you continue to scream and thrash around the knife in your flesh leaving messy cuts until your eye pulls out with a sickening wet pop and you scream loud.

You both released and alicent runs to you scooping you up and rocking you as you cry, hands balling up her dress as a mumbles mantra of “momma” escapes your lips she holds you as the maesters tend to your wounds and give you all the same teas and treatments Aemond had gotten in drifting mark. The king and guards now long gone.

“Im so sorry baby” is all she keeps saying kissing your head and carrying you to her chambers. You spend the night there, tucked into her embrace as she holds you swearing to protect you from this day swearing that one day the king will get what he deserves. And praying to the gods for all her children to be safe.

A/n. So this was part one hope u liked it 😁

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