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aemonds-sapphire · 1 year

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Of Flowers & Dragons

Summary: Your daughter wants a sibling and makes it everyone’s problem.

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x fem!reader

Warnings: Fluff. Dad Aemond.

Word count: 1k

Part II

“I want a sibling!”

The high-pitched voice echoed across the room, quickly followed by a shriek that reverberated through your head like a dagger, jolting you awake at once.

You peered down through hazy eyes at your daughter of six who was stomping angrily across the carpeted floor, strands of silver hair shooting from her head in all sorts of weird and messy angles.

“I apologise, my lady,” the young servant breathed out, rushing behind the young child. “She would not heed my words.”

“It’s quite alright,” you said with a nod. “You may leave.”

She was a dragon through and through: hot tempered and demanding.

It had taken her father long years to keep that explosiveness at bay and you reckoned you would still encounter many of these outbursts before she’d finally settle.

She halted by the feet of your bed, mustering the most menacing expression, violet eyes alternating between you and her sleeping father.

“Jaelan ziry sir, kepa!”

Even in your broken High Valyrian you could make out a demand aimed at her father.

She didn’t just want a sibling. She wanted it now.

The bedsheets shifting beside you alerted you that Aemond Targaryen was finally awake.

“Do not scream,” you scolded before a yawn slipped past your lips. “Come here.”

Your daughter didn’t need to be told twice as she promptly climbed up the bed and crawled in between the two of you before plopping herself down with a huff.

Aemond rolled to his side with the groan of someone who had just been robbed of the peace and quiet that usually came with early mornings.

“Could this not have waited, tala?” he said.

“Daor,” she shook her head, sticking out her bottom lip in a defiant pout, crossing both arms. “I want a sibling now.”

Aemond turned his head to face her, his sapphire eye uncovered. “It would have to wait.”

She brought both hands to his long hair and twisted a few strands into unruly braids, not able to conceal her frustration.

“A day?”

You nearly chuckled at her remark. “A day? It would take many moons, my love.”

“But kepa said I came from Old Valyria… on dragonback…” she whispered, turning her eyes to meet yours. “Dragons are fast… maybe two days?” she beamed, hope coating her sweet voice.

You sighed heavily. “Aemond…”

“She caught me off guard, lady wife,” he said truthfully while gazing at his daughter. “What was I to say?”

“Now you have the opportunity to resolve this,” you smiled teasingly as his eye widened.

“What is it?” she spoke up before Aemond could. “When do I get a new sibling, kepa?”

Aemond was a master at concealing his emotions, but even in that moment, his composure faltered, as he realised his young and stubborn daughter would not back down.

Heaving a deep sigh, he detached her tiny hands from his hair and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, bringing her closer to him in a heartwarming display of affection.

“Remember those flowers you adore so much, byka zaldrīzes?” he lowered his voice as he spoke into her ear. “The one that uncle Daeron brought from Oldtown?”

Your heart fluttered in delight. Aemond calling her little dragon would never not make you emotional. Witnessing the young prince embracing the bond with his daughter was a privilege few could claim.

Her lilac eyes narrowed as she pondered for a moment. “Hmm. Yes! Moonbloom,” she nodded with a proud smile.

“Moonbloom, yes,” Aemond said, bringing one finger to brush away strands of silver hair that covered her face. “He brought a few seeds that we later placed in several vases.”

She nodded eagerly, eyes never tearing away from him.

“And what happened to those seeds?”

She wiggled her legs in anticipation, visibly enjoying the enticing questions from her father that read as a game just between the two of them.

“We got a few tiny plants!” she beamed, giggling and jerking her body as Aemond tickled her.

“And then…”

She froze in place, gasping dramatically. “… then… we got flowers!”

Aemond chuckled. “Sȳrje. Very well,” he praised as he planted a soft kiss to her forehead. “That is how you came to be.”

Scrunching her nose, she narrowed her inquisitive eyes. “I came from a… vase of flowers?”

You were a mere spectator, enjoying how Aemond handled such delicate matter, not able to hold back the wide grin on your face.

“Daor. I planted a seed inside your mother,” he said as he brought his hand to your stomach. “Here.”

Your daughter turned her head, eyes landing where his hand lay. “How did I get there?”

Aemond cleared his throat, staring at you in a silent plea.

“You are handling this perfectly, lord husband,” you said, placing your fingers atop his with a smile.

“So mother is a vase of flowers?” she inquired, confusion washing over her face.

Aemond’s lips curled into a soft smile. “You could say so.”

Her eyes widened incredulously as she brought her own tiny hand to your belly in sheer fascination.

“I’m a flower?”

The endearing conclusion she had drawn, had your heart clench.

“Iksā iā rūklon,” Aemond said with a nod. “Se iā zaldrīzes.”

“Woah!” she gasped in uncontrolled excitement, shooting her eyes to yours. “I’m a flower and a dragon, muña!”

You gave her the warmest smile. “The most delicate flower and the fiercest dragon.”

She got on her knees, bouncing on the bed with newfound enthusiasm.

“When are you planting another flower in mother?” she grinned expectantly at Aemond who groaned and sank into his pillow.

Part II

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squirmhoney · 1 year

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Can i require a dark aemond smut fic where reader is the second daughter of rhaenyra (and harwin) and she went to storm end, here he met aemond that is really obsessed with her. He takes her to king's landing just to share the bed with her and the next morning marry her (both forced). That is a bit dark, but i would like u to write it if u like my idea ❤️

My Dear

A/N: There is so much Valyrian in this and the translations are so off but just imagine what they are saying from my translations. Sorry for it. This is a lot and very angsty at times but I hope you enjoy. Warnings: Non Con. Dub Con. Over stimulation. Smut. Incest. 18+ Angst. Manipulation. Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Niece!Reader Word count: 3.2k

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Aemond's stare was intense, making your skin crawl as you dared not to look back at him.

"Go home, girl," Lord Baratheon barked, shooing you away with his hand.

"I will take your answer to my mother," you told him, your gaze shifted finally landing on your uncle. "To the Queen."

His face twitched, lips snarling upwards at you.

You turned your body around, stalking out of the doors as the guards followed you.

The guards left you once you got to your dragon, leaving you with the noise of the howling wind and rain to fill your ears. Your hand reached out to touch the side of Vermithor's face, your head gently resting against him.

"Nyke zūgagon skoros bisa bantis might ōregon," you whispered, eyes closing as you rested in to your dragon. I fear what this night might hold.

Vermithor could sense your tense body, a dragon's howl roaring from his throat.

"My tala." Niece.

You twisted around, looking through the rain but not finding anyone there. You swore you heard it, the sound of his voice sending a shudder down your spine.

"Sagon sȳz naejot issa, Vermithor," you told him, patting his skin before climbing on his saddle. Be good to me, Vermithor.

It was a short ride back to Driftmark but the rain was soaking your clothes and clouding your vision. At this point you didn't know if you were trembling from the chill or the fear of your Uncle possibly being near.

Vermithor was playing up, suddenly backing up as he spit fire into the wind.

"Naejot, Vermithor. Naejot," you commanded him, holding onto his reins with a tight grip. The rope burned marks into your skin but you continued to hold on, not wanting to fall off your dragon. "Rȳbagon naejot issa." Forward, Vermithor. Forward. Listen to me.

But that's when you saw it, a dark shadow larger than your own dragon in front of you. You twisted the reins, yanking Vermithor downwards as he flew.

You dodged it, Vhagar flying over you in one big swoop. You didn't have time to think, just pulling Vermithor back in the same direction.

Even through the wind, you could hear his cackling as he taunted you.

Luckily for you, Vermithor was almost as big as Vhagar and speed wasn't a problem for him. He was younger as well, meaning if it came to it, in battle he might be able to defeat Vhagar.

However, you really didn't want it to come to that. As much as you feared your Uncle now, you were close once and you may have wanted to loathe him but you loved him still.

Eventually you were through the dark clouds, a clearing of blue surrounding you. But your gaze still turned back, glancing towards the clouds in hopes that Aemond was long gone.

But then you felt it, a presence below you as something came quick through the wind. You shifted to the side, Vermithor following your tug as he dodged out of the way. He blew a long line of fire at Vhagar, making the dragon roar in retaliation.

This isn't what you wanted.

"Daor, Vermithor," you yelled, beckoning your dragon away. No, Vermithor.

Your eyes scanned around you, landing on a small island in near distance. You tugged your dragon to the island, Vermithor sensing your urgency as he practically crash landed into the ground. You were quick to dismount, hand sliding up and down Vermithor's scales as you tried to sooth him.

Vhagar soon followed, landing too close for comfort. Aemond jumped off, stalking over to you in an instant.

"Ao could emagon ossēntan issa," you screamed at him, eyes brimming with tears as you bit back a sob. You were never an emotional person but Aemond brought a side out of you that you didn't know. You felt overwhelmed with emotion in his presence. You could have killed me.

He stepped closer, a bit too close for your liking as you backed away. Vermithor shielded you as you cowered behind his neck. He roasted at Aemond, fire sitting in the back of his throat as he waited for your command.

"Ruaragon inkot aōha zaldrīzes, skorkydoso nēdenka," Aemond hissed, holding his position. Hiding behind your dragon, how brave.

"Mēre udir. Bona iksos ry nyke jorrāelagon," you told him, grinding your teeth down to try and hide your broken voice. But it was not use, Aemond heard the crack in your tone. One word. That's all I need.

"I only wish to talk to you," Aemond admitted, sounding sincere as his voice softened. "Issa jorrāelagon." My dear.

"Don't call me that." Your voice was completely shattered as were you, tears running down your face. You let out a shaky breath, trying to gain control of your emotions. "That is not fair."

"It is true." He steps forward only to be met with Vermithor's snarling teeth. "Who knows if we ever may have a chance like this again."

"You said what you needed to say." You shook your head, biting your lip. "You said a lot that day in the Red Keep."

"Nyke regret ziry." He placed his hand out towards you, in hopes that you would take it. I regret it.

"Nyke jaelagon naejot jikagon lenton. Nyke gaomagon daor jaelagon naejot ȳzaldrīzes." I wish to go home. I do not wish to talk.

"Gaomagon daor pirtir." He shook his head, shivering slightly in the wind. "I can tell when you lie." Do not lie.

It was true.

"Umbagon gīda," You hushed Vermithor, sliding your hand against his scales. Stay calm.

You stepped out from behind him, his head beckoning away and into himself as he rested.

"What do you wish to say?" You asked, stepping closer to him.

"I wish to apologise for the cruelty that you received from me when you came to Kings Landing," he admitted, hand still holding out towards you. "I never wanted to hurt you. You must know that."

You gulped, your walls crumbling in his presence.

"Please, Y/N," he pleaded with you, drawing attention to his hand. "We may never have this chance again to talk."

You reached for his hand, your delicate fingers intertwining with his rough ones.

Aemond wasted no time, yanking you in almost immediately as he twisted you around. Within seconds you could feel his dagger on your throat as your back pressed against his chest.

"I'm sorry. But there is no other way to take you back to Kings Landing with me." Aemond pulled you away, making Vermithor shift as he felt your discomfort. "You'll tell your dragon to stand down or you'll kill us both."

"Aemond, please don't do this," you cried, lips trembling.

"Now, Y/N."

"Obūljarion, Vermithor. Umbagon dīnagon." Yield, Vermithor. Stay put.

Vermithor cried as Aemond dragged you away, taking you to Vhagar.

All the way to King's Landing he was silent as you wept, hardly bothering to comfort you. This was the true hun, you reminded yourself in your head, not the one that you believed him to be.

He had brought you back in the middle of the night, no one seeing you as he brought you to his chambers. He had a bath made up by the servants, something you were awfully grateful for as you sat in wet rags.

The servants tried to leave the room but Aemond stopped them by the door, hissing something at them. They were timid bowing at him before leaving, scattering out of the door.

"Wash," Aemond commanded, standing by the door way. "I will be back in a minute."

You did.

When you were done, the only thing you could find to cover you was a thin night robe. You pulled it over, sitting by the fire and drying your hair with a cloth.

Aemond was back, finally. The door was shut with a slam behind him, the locks being bolted as well. You were his prisoner.

Your eyes found his, flinching away as he stripped himself of his clothes. You listened to each piece falling to the floor, staring at the fire in front of you.

"Come here," Aemond demanded.

You inclined your head backwards, only to return your gaze back to the fire as you realised his nudity.

"Don't make me drag you," Aemond's voice was coarse and unsettling. "Because I will."

You stood up, a gut wrenching feeling telling you not but you did anyway. You were slow as you made your way over to him, eyes holding his gaze rather than anything else.

"Tomorrow we will marry," Aemond announced, hand gripping the back of your head to pull you closer. "But tonight I will make you mine."

"No," you voice was barely above a whisper, struggling to take it all in. "No, I will not marry you."

He pushed his lips against yours, capturing them in a furious and bruising kiss. His hand wrapped around your throat while the other tore your night gown off your body. He pressed his bare chest against yours, pushing you against the bed.

You were quick to scamper up the bed, getting away from him. "Get away from me."

His hand caught your ankle, yanking you right back down. "Don't make this harder than it already is."

"I will not be bedded by you," you screamed, hitting against his chest in hopes he would move. "I am to marry Cregan Stark, not you."

Aemond didn't take this lightly, hand gripping at your throat once again but this time his hand tightened cutting off your air supply. "You are betrothed to me. No one, not even the Gods can take you from me."

You couldn't breathe, a wheeze leaving your lips as you clawed at Aemond's hand.

He let go, cupping your face instead as he went to look at you. His head rested against yours, a sigh leaving his lips. "I'm sorry."

He pushed your legs down folding you as your body became limp for him. You were terrified looking up at him, lips quivering as you lower lip pouted out.

"This will hurt at first but I swear I will make it pleasurable."

And it did.

He thrusted his cock in slowly, a sob leaving your lips at the sudden burn. Your walls stretched around him but as he pumped himself in and out, it didn't feel any easier or better with time.

"I know, I know," Aemond hummed, pressing feather light kisses against your wet face.

You turned your face to the side, closing your eyes as you tried to pretend you were anywhere else but there.

You thought it would be over quickly, that once he did it that you could wrap yourself in the sheets and forget.

But once Aemond had you once, he never wanted to stop.

Some where along the way it had got easier, there was a wetness between your legs that hadn't been there before and your cunt was used to the intrusion.

"I swear to the seven I'm never letting you go," Aemond groaned into your ear, chest pressing against yours as he did all the work. "I shouldn't have ever let you go."

"Aemond," you cried, one of pleasure and sadness.

You couldn't help as your walls clenched around him, practically holding him there. You couldn't stop him as his hand reached down towards your clit, rubbing you there.

Your body was tired and it was futile trying to fight against him at this point. If you could, you would. Well that's at least what you told yourself.

"I love you," Aemond confessed between kisses that he pressed against your lips.

You didn't respond instead you moaned his name as you came undone, eyes closing as you tried not to look at him. He was soon brought to his own release, spilling into your walls once again as came inside you. He collapsed after that, falling on top of you as he rested there.

While he slept, cock buried inside of you and his head in the crook of your neck, you painted yourself a picture. One where you and Aemond weren't part of this monstrosity of a family or at least one where he had taken you away from them after you returned to Kings Landing. In that place you could pretend that this was still the Aemond you loved and cherished, that this wasn't a man that called you a bastard and told you he wanted nothing to do with you. A man that had changed his mind, deciding he needed you and almost killing you on dragon back in the process. One that had taken you against your will.

In this world he was the sweet boy you had doted on. The one that suddenly became nervous after your mothers had betrothed you too each other even after knowing each other all your lives. One that adored you and would do anything for you.

That's where your dreams took you as you slept beside him, hoping that one day it could be like that.

"I will send the servants in. They will bring you some clothes and food," Aemond said, leaving you lying under the covers.

He was cold, all of a sudden another man once he woken. But you shook your head, not thinking anything of it.

"My princess," the servants bowed as they came in, bringing in a night gown and robe. "Would you like for us to draw you another bath?"

"If you'd be so kind," you said in a small voice, wrapping the robe over your body to cover you.

"Some food to eat," one of the servants placed a few trays down on Aemond's table, pouring you a tea before moving away.

"Thank you," you nodded, completely famished as you chomped on the food.

"You should have someone see to those bruises," one of the servants pointed to your skin. Aemond had sucked and bit all over your skin, claiming you as his.

"Maybe you could call the maester." You turned to them only to met with worried faces as they looked away.

"You could ask Prince Aemond," one of them suggested.

"I should." You nodded, turning back to your plate.

Something was off but you only realised what when Aemond returned to your room.

The servants were long gone by now and your bath was luckily still piping hot.

"You said we will be married," you said to him, gesturing to your gown. "Is this what you intend to marry me in?"

"It does not matter that you are wearing," he snapped at you.

"So when shall we leave?" You asked.

"Tonight."

It finally clicked. "No one knows that I'm here."

His gaze snapped towards you, grinding down his teeth as his jaw clenched.

"Do they?" You smirked as if this helped you at all. "Because if anyone was to know they would have me thrown in a cell for treason."

"Once we are married, they won't," Aemond replied, stepping closer to you.

"You don't know that." You shook your head.

He kneeled down to your position, fingers sliding into your hair as he pulled you in. "No one will take you away from me again."

"You don't know that."

"I won't let them." Aemond's hands slipped under your night gown, finding slick still there from last night. You flinched away, wishing you hadn't waited for the bath to cool down and had bathed already.

"Aemond, if you love me you'll let me go," you pleaded with him, tears brimming your eyes.

"No," Aemond growled, hovering his body over yours as he pushed you to the ground. "It's because I love you that I knew the best way to capture you. I knew calling you my dear would bring you back to me. Like it always has." He was quick to slip his breeches off pulling them far enough down to release himself from his the right restraints. "Kesrio syt nyke gīmigon ao jorrāelagon issa." Because I know you love me.

"Don't do this," you begged, slapping his face in hopes he would stop. "I do not love you. I hate you."

Aemond didn't stop instead you felt his cock press against your folds, sliding across it before slipping in. "Ao jorrāelagon issa," he whispered against you lips, pressing your arms on top of your head. You love me.

Your eyes closed, a soft sigh escaping your lips as he started to push in and out of you. This wasn't right, you tried to convince yourself. But Aemond felt right between your legs, your whole body weakening for him.

"See how you crumble for me," Aemond told you, rutting his hips into yours. "We are meant to be."

"I don't love you," you repeated, your voice getting smaller and smaller as Aemond sank further into you.

Eventually there was nothing but moans falling from your tongue. They mixed with Aemond's as they filled the room and you both clung to each other. All thoughts vanished as he you felt every ridge of him so deep inside you, unable to fight the oncoming feeling of a climax like never before.

Aemond could sense, fucking into you slightly harder as his mouth sucked on your tits. Your body was so reactive, hips bucking up into him as your walls squeezed him.

"Ivestragī jikagon jorrāelagon ābrazȳrys," he hummed, hands gripping your hips tightly for support. Let go, dear wife.

That's all it took, his words sending you over the edge as you came around him. Your cunt twitched so over worked that it didn't know how to handle it. Your own climax swept Aemond's right from him, having him spilling inside you with a few sloppy thrusts. You could feel him filling you up and you couldn't help as your walls clenched down trying to keep it all in.

Aemond noticed this, grinning when he pulled out and heard the desperate whine that escaped you.

"I will marry you under the seven tonight," Aemond reminded you, wrapping his arms around you as he pulled you up. "After that no one will ever be allowed to take you away from me again." He gently placed you in the bath, joining behind you as he held you against him. "I will kill anyone that stands to tear us apart."

Aemond dragged you through the Kingswood that night, to a small clearing by the lake. A clergy was waiting for the pair of you, shaking at the sight of Aemond.

You were sure Aemond had threatened him.

But at last the pair of you were married, under the Gods and there was nothing or no one that could stop it. Aemond clung to you after promising you that you wouldn't come to harms way. He had sent the Clergy off, taking you on the cold floor of the woods for the night to see.

As you lay there underneath him, you only knew one thing.

That you did love him. And that you would pray that nothing would take you away from him now.

If that made you a traitor, so be it. Because you would bow in front of anyone to be with Aemond, even the man that had usurped the throne from your mother and had waged war on your family.

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mal-zoya · 2 years

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hello, today i’m here to talk about the effect that obi-wan has on people, like there is something about him that everyone in star wars universe just loves, whenever it’s in a good or bad way.

you go back to prequels and the clone wars and obi-wan is just everyone’s favorite. the animals, the kids, he walks into a village and people just trust him that he will do his best for them. ironically, even the villains are just soft for obi-wan (dooku, ventress) to the point they are just obsessed with him (maul, grievous, vader, reva)

i mean, you can write this to the way obi-wan looks and the way he walks and talks, he is master jedi but that doesn’t apply for the kenobi series and yet - haja walks to the inquisitor, when he knows reva can just easily kill him, and stalls for time. tala throws her cover away without a second thought for him. leia, the 10yo that knows him for like a day, says “bring him back” and walks alone into the dark tunel.

at this point obi-wan looks like an unwashed rat. he is grumpy dad, his hands are shaky with the lightsaber and he is just...sad. but people that know him for five minutes, still do crazy sh*t for him. well, it’s because obi-wan is the light. he is the light in leia’s analogy about being afraid of the dark. he feels safe and trustworthy in very unsafe and distrustful world. people fall for that.

notice that the only person in the galaxy that never cared for obi-wan, that ignored him and dismissed him as unimportant, was sidious. the exact opposite of everything that obi-wan represents.

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bellarkeselection · 1 year

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Hey i was wondering if you could a obi wan shot where him and y/n have a fight and he just blurts out to marry him

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Now Isn't The Best Time! But Yes

Obi-wan and I were assigned to return Leia back to her home planet sounds simple right well you're totally wrong. We have been shot at and discovered that his former palawan was actually alive. He was now wearing a suit of black to keep him alive and was going by the name Darth Vader who only used the dark side of the Force. Keeping my freehand raised I was attempting to keep the cracked window from breaking while I held my green lightsaber in my other hand using it to doge the blaster hits that they were firing in our direction. "I can't believe I let you drag me back into this. I thought we agreed we were done with fighting. The Jedi are almost dead Obi-Wan!" The jedi master was fighting off some of the stormtroopers killing them. He rolled his eyes at my words because he knew I was right but he also wasn't being truthful about a secret he had. "I'm sorry Y/n but there is no one else I could trust to help me. And we were assigned to watch out for the child."

"That may be true but this is ridiculous. I don't understand why you were so concerned about me. When Vader almost killed me you nearly gave yourself up to rescue me. So tell me why you seem worried about me!" I raised my voice kicking one of the stormtroopers onto the floor. Another one came up to me where I launched my lightsaber into his chest then used the force drawing it back into my hand. Leia and Tala had made it to the doorway both sending us concerned looks on their faces. "Ben. Y/n, we have to go now!" Tala called to us where I ducked getting a blaster shot fired into my arm. Falling onto the ground I winced seeing Obi-Wan running forward twirling his lightsaber like he does once he took care of the stormtrooper that had hurt me. "As jedi we aren't supposed to fall in love but I have completely fallen in love with you. Y/n, I want you to marry me...that's why I asked you on this mission because I don't want to be with anyone else!"

Blinking my eyes slowly I couldn't process what he was saying. I mean when we were always close when the order still was around. But he was right that we couldn't fall in love until now. Up until this point I had buried my feelings for my fellow jedi deep down. "Obi-Wan I...I don't think now is the best time-" I cut myself short seeing that the crack in the glass windows had gotten bigger and was minutes from breaking. He whipped his head around seeing that more stormtroopers were coming our direction so he pulled me to my feet quickly tugging me closer to his chest. "I don't care if it's not the right time I'm done waiting. Marry me Y/n." Tala and I shared a quick glance before I dragged him towards the door where they closed the second the glass shattered. Obi-Wan collapsed onto his back with me laying on top of him trying to catch my breath. "Obi-Wan in case you were wondering...yes....the answer is always yes."

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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agendabymooner · 9 months

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DIRECTORY: F1 Drivers x Filipino OFCs by AGENDABYMOONER (UPDATED)

AHHH !!! Apparently I made too much Filo OCs (there’s never too much but for some it maybe a lot?). So why not make a little character directory based on the Formula One drivers I’ve written about?

(I am not Filipino baiting I promise 🥲 I make a lot of Filipino OCs because I too am a Filipino)

This is done alphabetically btw. By surnames :) enjoy xx

CHARLES LECLERC (CL16)

LOUELLA LOURDES VILLAR: A Filipino celebrity who met Charles when she moved to Monaco to pursue her masters. Arthur, Charles' brother, calls the two of them "homie hoppers."

"slut", smau: charles' ex trashed his new girlfriend a while ago, but too bad he wasn't really into the thought of making music with anyone but lou villar.

PATO O'WARD (PO29)

DIWA J. ARELLANO: McLaren F1 team's admin who works to constantly slander and support Oscar Piastri and Lando Norris. Also a bit besotted.

caught 'em lacking, smau: diwa arellano is mclaren f1's social media admin. so what if her constant teasing of oscar bites her in the ass and accidentally posts something that could potentially compromise her job? meanwhile, lando and oscar laugh at her demise while pato finds it endearing.

SERGIO PEREZ (SP11)

CARMELLA AYALA PEREZ: Checo’s Miss Universe wife who represented the Philippines!

she's beauty, she's grace, smau: in which carmella ayala perez, the miss universe 2018 winner, tied the knot with checo after their five years of relationship and the birth of their second child.

DANIEL RICCIARDO

TALA MORAN: Daniel Ricciardo's partner that he accidentally exposed as his to the public.

leaked, smau: daniel ricciardo is a borderline blabbermouth.

OSCAR PIASTRI (OP81)

PALOMA SAN PEDRO: Oscar was a victim of Jollibee obsession introduction because he’s so in love with her. She’s also Carlos Sainz’s cousin-in-law.

jollibee, madrid and all that romantic fiasco, smau: paloma san pedro is carlos sainz's cousin-in-law who also introduced oscar to his newly found filipino fast food chain addiction. safe to say that he bought a ticket last minute just so he can obsess over her, too.

live tweets, japan and all that romance fiasco, smau: how oscar's podium win in the japanese gp led to the revelation of his relationship with carlos sainz's in-law, paloma. lesson learned: just call her "pal" then she'll spill the tea for the both of you easily (f, h)

lucky charms, qatar and all that romance fiasco, smau: oscar is quite a forgetful guy, he forgot to mention to carlos, his future in-law, that paloma was his sprint lucky charm. (f)

long distance, england and all that romance fiasco, smau: paloma moved to england a year after enduring a long distance relationship with oscar.

CARLOS SAINZ (CS55)

MAGDALENA SAN PEDRO SAINZ: Married to a Ferrari driver. A bit unhinged and as equally millennial as Carlos. Apparently her marriage with him calls for reparations lol.

ride home, smau: the ferrari driver accidentally outed himself as a married man, so mona magdalena sainz stepped in to say hi to his loyal fans. (f, g, h) (extra)

dear, smau: nobody loved each other more than magda and carlos sainz. OR a series of tweets in which magda and carlos never took each other seriously. (h)

pag-ibig, traducido (love, translated), fic: no matter what cultural context and backstories, magda and carlos' souls were entwined into one all thanks to the languages of love that they shared. OR times when the spanish and filipino defined their love in many languages. (f) ♡

MICK SCHUMACHER (MS47)

BARBIE BLANCO: Sebastian Vettel’s adoptive daughter that Mick practically grew up with.

she's everything... and he's just mick, smau: barbara 'barbie' blanco is the vettel family's foster child that gradually turned to kimi vettel's nanny and mick's crush? (f, g)

"besties", smau: everyone swore that mick and barbie are more than "babysitting pardners" (f)

who is kenough, smau: mick nearly took the piss from arthur leclerc after the posts that the monegasque had of barbie. too bad, mick was already hers before arthur could even try. (feat. arthur leclerc)

kenergy unfolded, fic: written version of who is kenough OR arthur leclerc was only scheming just so mick could do something about revealing his relationship with barbie. ♡

the vibing allan and the reluctant ken, smau: for mick, there are only two words to describe his girlfriend's best friend arthur: a headache. OR arthur leclerc is a third wheel that mick always get on a fight with. thankfully, barbie had fair experiences with boys who are petulant and childish at times (kimi and seb)

extra - barbie and the schuminis

mick multiplied, socmed snapshot: girl dad!mick that's all

the little schuminis, fic: 4 times when mick showed his devotion + 1 time his devotion paid off

YUKI TSUNODA (YT22)

PIA ELLIS: An indie singer who also happens to be Yuki’s much shorter girlfriend.

line without a hook, smau: pia ellis misses her mystery bf that everyone thought to be her delusions. it turns out he's a formula one driver who definitely misses her too.

chaos family, socmed snapshot: yuki is a dad to the little mini yukis known as hana and shin.

SEBASTIAN VETTEL (SV5)

BEL VETTEL: A socialite from Philippines who’s married to the kindest human to have ever existed. Also a mother to Seb’s kids (including Barbie Blanco).

crazy rich wife, smau: everyone (some twitter account) wonders where the recently retired german driver had gone to after the 2022 season. thank god for bel vettel, his fans now know that he’s still alive and is being spoiled and pampered by his wife. (f, g)

sweet spoiled husband (+ son), smau: mick schumacher is a grown man that both bel and seb treat like their own child. (f, g)

sweet spoiled schatzi, smau: bel and seb introduce the newest addition to their little family, and mick seems to love kimi vettel as much as a godfather loves his godchild. (f)

sweet little similarities, smau: bel and everyone could tell that kimi vettel was becoming more like his father, sebastian's, carbon copy as days went on. (f, g, h)

sebastian and sons (and soufflés), fic: day in the life of a retired sebastian vettel, featuring his kids kimi and barbie (and a nervous mick). (f)

sweetest spoiled sons, smau: sebastian was a father to not only two- but THREE kids. OR stefan vettel is the newest addition in the vettel household after years of trying and it's safe to say that everyone welcomed this news with open arms. (f)

crazy rich and famous, smau: the vettel couple stepped up to address the scrutiny that their children faced OR sebastian activated his instagram account just so he could show his masterpiece: photographs that he took of his wife for their anniversary.

seb's best girl, scenarios (x daughter!ofc)

Summary: Sebastian Vettel understood the downfalls of infertility just by being there for his wife. What he didn’t know, however, was that his life would drastically change when their foster daughter, Barbie Blanco, was put into their care. OR, what made Sebastian the best father figure to a teenager who had nobody but herself.

one, enter barbie: fifteen-year-old barbie blanco thought that meeting new people was intimidating, and sebastian learned that making her comfortable in her new home was a responsibility he should uphold as her father figure.

two, meeting mick in malaysia: barbie was brought to her first race ever and had met her newest best friends there. it was obvious that she and mick schumacher would get stuck to the hips after their first meeting.

#formula one imagine #formula one fic #formula one x oc #f1 smau #formula one masterlist #f1 masterlist #sebastian vettel x oc #carlos sainz x oc #oscar piastri x oc #mick schumacher x oc #yuki tsunoda x oc #sergio perez x oc #f1 x oc #fic directory #f1 drivers x oc

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chocmarss · 2 years

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Tala: Here’s your disguise

Leia, wanted kid, Princess of Alderaan: What about me?

Obi-Wan, wanted Master Jedi, renowned General of the GAR 10 years ago: [opens the flap of his coat] Come here

#I LAUGHED #it was so funny literally stuff a child under there #obi wan kenobi #leia organa #tala durith #obi wan kenobi series #obi wan kenobi series spoilers #kenobi spoilers #obi wan kenobi spoilers #marswrites #marsrb

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deepbatched · 1 year

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The Last Echoes | Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem!Reader

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warnings: none, obi-wan's pov, angst, not y/n (i used she/her instead) villain!reader (sometimes, she's not a sith, more like the gray revengeful character that we all grew to love), mentions of order 66 and death a.k.a. reader (and i supposedly didn’t find any warnings lol). this takes part in the series (idk if it counts as spoilers), but i’ll give little context in flashbacks. w/c: 3.3k.

Summary: On his way to rescue little princess Leia Organa, Obi-Wan Kenobi discovers not only he is one of the last Jedi who survived from the Old Republic as he tried to survive the Inquisitors, but the only lover left alive.

"I'd rather not to fight", her hair strings glowed, framing her face, sweet yet intimidating. Her lightsaber off, letting her arm rest tiredly in the side of her body, allowing herself to relax for once after hours of chasing.

Obi-Wan couldn't believe he found beauty in the gold of her eyes and peace in her intoxicating voice. He almost felt himself dreaming when hearing those words, like he was imagining it all. He pursued the ideal of a peaceful morning with the war being over, welcoming a bright future of service and duty.

Unlike her, who seemed to be drawn to self-destruction and making trouble where she went along with the separatists, now through it all, she could see the differences between them easily. But not today. Today they were the same at the sight of the sunrise, they could feel each other as they really were, no masks.

She paced slowly to be in front of him, to look directly through him, and see herself in the immensity of his blue eyes, to never forget what being gazed upon tenderness was about, and seek that part of herself that wanted peace of mind. He suddenly felt himself panting again though the fight had already been over not so long ago. It was a first time of surprises, a discovery of feelings more than words.

"A Sith who doesn’t want to fight?” He inquired out of curiosity, she disconnected her eyes from him to see the sky.

Now he wished he hadn’t said anything, but found himself incapable of withdrawing his stare.

“I’m not a Sith”, she chuckled, trailing his bold decision of words while taking notice of his lips than his eyes again.

The Sith rule says that if there is an apprentice, there will always be a master, but they were both apprentices who lost their masters, alone in the wild colliding constantly one another, caught in the webs of the Force like loose strings, waiting to be entangled by the other.

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The sheer glow of the capsules were barely seen by his light blue eyes. He had definitely entered the wrong room, or at least that's what he wanted to believe, a room he wished he never in his life had to see. From the cold grayish green in the walls, the dirty floors in the corridor, some boxes all around, the more time he got in there, the more his heart was pounding in anxiety. After years of thinking the Jedi were only mercilessly chased and killed by the Empire had an actually more twisted outcome.

It didn’t matter how strong minded he tried to be, peace was long gone. His palms were cold and sweaty, his walking steady and cautious, his face stern as he witnessed the worst in the long way of Jedi fossils, kept hidden as war treasures, like their existence was a mere trophy for whomever had them there.

Tala's voice was a blurry whisper in the back of his mind while searching for the serene singing echo of his lover, a song the former Jedi heard at last, like a calling melody from the Force; a bond he hadn't felt in ten years. He saw their faces in the corridor, some recognizable, some unknown, and as slowly he began to think relief was getting near, that there was no way to be found, all of his hopeful thoughts escaped his mind.

Because, there she was.

He faltered on his way to meet what was left of her, his legs moved by his own, his memoirs full of her, reminding him of what her lovely face used to look like when she was alive. Obi-Wan Kenobi didn’t know about being a lover opposed to the custom beliefs of his negotiation skills, but he knew about Compassion, and learned to love his friends and some of his enemies by equal, and that included her.

She was not his biggest rivalry, or the most revengeful, yet it pleased him to always have someone around to fight with, someone he could constantly think of outside the Council even if he had to use the "I'm planning my next move" as an excuse when he knew well that wasn't true, he could love her freely only behind closed doors in his more private thoughts and show it to her whenever he let go of her after enduring a tough fight, as he always awaited the moment of an encounter to see her again.

When the Clone Wars ended even that was gone.

He felt no guilt in falling for her, never, but he felt regretful day-dreaming with a life he couldn't have, that he couldn't give. He tried to be faithful to the Code in every aspect, and he mastered his duty, still behind his reputation and recognition, he was just a man. On the other hand, he felt the weight of not being there for her when she needed him; the Jedi Order asked high sacrifices and giving up on love to deny attachments was one of them.

Obi-Wan could imagine with immeasurable pain her cries for help, calling him in hopes of his arrival to save her from the gaits of abyss. Though that never happened.

Or maybe she fought with all her might like she knew so well, trying to stay alive a little longer, to hold on to dear life so they could fight one last time, or not fight at all, just see each other again as much as Obi-Wan awaited. With teary eyes, he looked at the unclean and tarnished glass, the reflection of his face mixed with hers, her figure black and blue, wilt and unmoving, hardly a faint reminiscence of her past self and the long gone tales about her.

He still remembered when he heard stories about her afterwards their first duel.

"Did anything bad happen at the meeting? I thought everything went exactly as expected, Master" Ahsoka asked Anakin, worried by the state of Master Kenobi.

Usually Dex's dining was a place they could go and relax after long missions like the one already passed, yet Obi-Wan sat zoned out with a frown in his face as he lightly touched his beard looking as stressed as ever; figuring out how he could almost lose after this new human-looking woman. Not able to forget her infuriated eyes, her graceful battle movements and the venomous red of her lightsaber. He could think she was atrocious; but that wasn't in his mind.

He was puzzled indeed, on her heavy pull in the Force and his own overthinking.

"Don't worry, everything went just fine. He fought with someone we've never seen and she escaped, I must say I thought she was going to win." Anakin held a grin.

Ahsoka formed an understanding look, in contrast to the General's dazzled expression.

"You know about her, Anakin?" Obi-Wan was intrigued and uneasy, desperate to understand what he had got into.

"She's a former Jedi, born in one of the moons of Iego, if she's good or evil I can't say." The young Skywalker lifted his brow mischievously, curious in the attention drawn from his Master.

"Didn't she attack General Kenobi? She must be a Sith'' concluded Ahsoka, suspicious of the woman's mysterious nature.

"I'm not sure, she helped me with some droids before attacking Obi-Wan," Anakin remembered their brief encounter, "an enemy wouldn't do that, she might be some kind of retired avenger?"

"Your Padawan is right, Anakin. Her techniques reside on the Dark Side." From the way she was holding her saber, her destructive energy and her eyes, an almost imperceptible yellow glow which couldn’t be appreciated properly by far. “Revenge is not the Jedi way”. HIs blue eyes locked with his apprentice's brown ones, reminding him what the titles must be.

"But she's not with the Separatists," Anakin replied, "I've informed the Chancellor and he assured he had never heard of her before. They’re looking out for her, whatever side she is on, she is wanted now".

"We must be careful then, these are difficult times. We mustn't fall into temptation". His tone was calm and seemed authoritative, but on the inside, worry flowed unsteady like the waters of Naboo.

Who knew the great Jedi Master Kenobi would hold such deep emotions towards a woman, that he displayed two faces to the Order he dedicated his life to. Like a hypocrite, he did not follow his own advice, and was slowly tempted by her.

Back in the present time; would it make any difference apologizing about slander behind her back to her now corpse? Undo her death? Or, lastly, make amends for all the lost time?

At first it was disdain and despite. How could she dare to try to go against the Jedi Order after being taught the ways of the Force? Such hatred could only be held by the Dark Side, shattered souls were the only ones who sought revenge, and she was one of those, representing everything he was against. However, after some encounters outside battle, it transformed into interest and appreciation…

He remembered vividly the times he saw her wandering the lowest levels of Coruscant, not with superiority or spreading hate contrary to the customs of the Sith lords, Obi-Wan felt the unextinguished light within her when she helped the people living there who didn't fear her. Unnaturally, he didn't feel disgusted; he had given himself reassurance believing she wholeheartedly wanted to do good still after all the pain she might have caused, he hoped for a small amount of salvation from her wrong doings. Maybe it wasn't too late for her.

She was a carefree spirit, so different to everything he was taught, she had no duties, no compromises, no promises to make, not rules to follow rigorously or set an example to other younglings. Free of do's and don'ts, unlike him who bear liability tattooed on his skin.

The false Freedom that was offered to her from the Dark Side seemed to quickly corrupt —if not completely, then at least,— the better parts of her being.

Eventually, it was expected from him to kill her when the first signs of their rivalry surfaced, everyone feared she would take his life away in the middle of a war where they couldn't afford to lose more Jedi's. Obi-Wan could nearly sense himself again sitting in his chair at the Temple reunited with the Council, listening to master Yoda and master Windu rambling about how daunting and threatening this new enemy was.

Regardless of the order, he did not want to get rid of her. Not when her life could be different; and even then he couldn't realize he was mirroring himself over this antagonized creature.

For his reputation he was glad, and found a certain comfort of fame, not unjustified, he was known around the galaxy as an heroic Jedi Knight, now becoming a Master. Up until now, life seemed to be for him nothing more than battle bad guys and just adventures which he liked yet, meant everything in a literal sense.

He was a strong, well-mannered, skillful and loyal member of the Jedi Council, he was known as stoic and undoubted, still he held thoughts like this, about another life, another path. Ever since Satine, he wasn't certainly the same, he thought about what ifs? instead of what's next? The Duchess opened a door he could never close on his own, eventually someone held it open, unintended of course, but who raises in him all doubts again.

He saw other’s common reality, civilian people living clueless lives, aware of the war but not fighting it; loving and caring like breathing, no vigilance or vows of no attachments, feeling completely with no fear of losing themselves in hatred and wrath; the Force was a gift he learned to accept in exchange for love.

Obi-Wan Kenobi gave everything for the Jedi way, even before Satine, it was his choice to dedicate his life to a greater good, a purpose he didn't regret fulfilling as it was the only that he knew. Although he regretted the emotional damage those feelings provoked, after meeting his hedonistic beloved, he regretted not being able to have both.

Love and peace, attachment and duty, to hold both titles with the same pride. Jedi Master and husband.

Returning his mind where it has to, looking at her one last time, eyes wide open holding pure rage in her face, legs and arms in an attack position, made him think he has lost something again, perhaps her whole being as well. The chance to be different, to renounce one of the last pieces of his past after rescuing Leia and start that long search he didn’t begun ten years ago when the Jedi Order disappeared to restart his life.

The search had ended prior to beginning.

Again, in his way it was proven there was no awaiting love for him, only infinite sadness.

He wished he knew more about her, perhaps, of her other life, the one before all the turmoil and not only the single prism of her scars. Now she was like everything after the Jedi's, an intrusive thought of his old life; the living nightmare before going to sleep.

What would he give to fight her one last time? As in the ardent past that preceded them.

Oh— he could still savor the soft viper tongue of her beloved's words, cocky remarks dripping from her lips like the sweet nectar of a flower, the taste of her sugar-coated sarcasm, even her Force signature was like a field of sassy roses with sharp thorns. To him, she had this lovable side, one that showed in the rarest moments, the essential ones indeed; when malignant forces displayed to attack him, she transformed into a caring ally.

Like one of the last times he saw her.

"Hello there." She mocked Obi-Wan's greeting, like every time they saw each other.

Obi-Wan turned around to face her, admiring once again her features, her dusky skin, thin lips and big golden eyes covered in rough black eyeliner. She ignited her red lightsaber, posturing to defend herself. Obi-Wan mimicked her, his cyan one ready to dance against hers.

“Long time since the last I saw you”, with a sincere tone, waiting for her strike, Obi-Wan wished to just talk with her like two friends that loved the other like lovers do.

“Not long enough”, she attacked first, aware of the hesitant hold of Kenobi’s lightsaber in his hand.

She could see he didn’t want to really harm her. So she settled in the mood for play, like the thousand times before when their brutal encounters had been nothing more than child’s play, a lightsaber dance that lasted as long as the battalions around them were able to.

She liked to win, and just to tease him, from time to time she left Obi-Wan battle marks, at first it was her way to put a symbol on him, so that everyone would see that she had defeated him, over time they became violent kisses that would last burning his skin in the form of scars merely for him, so he could see her headstrong love impregnated in him like poison at every glance to his naked form in the mirror.

The noise of their lightsabers striking each other was quickly lost by their companions on the field and as they moved away from the rest of the opponents, their fight diminished in intensity, barely reducing to a couple of brushes until they reached the edge of a cliff. Obi-Wan thought it was the perfect moment to promise her another fight and let her go, there were enough witnesses of her arrival and their encounter, and they were already too far from the starting point, no one would suspect he set her free.

Until…

She slipped from a rock. He took her hand and then her forearm, lifting her upper body to steady her steps and safe from the fall. He realized she was afraid of heights, and more than surprised or judgmental, he was endeared.

“For someone who jumps a lot, you seem afraid,” he pointed out mockingly at her reaction, both searching for her lightsaber on the ground.

She stayed silent as he inspected the edge of the cliff to check how mortal the fall would have been if he didn’t prevent it. He turned to see her look at the void so terrified, it didn’t produce any satisfaction or joy to see her in a state of trepidation.

“That was close,” breathlessly, she held onto Obi-Wan’s arms fearing to let go.

“Well, you could’ve just pushed me and we would be dead now,” he suggested to test a reaction out from her, her eyes lifted up to interlock with him, thinking he was out of his mind.

She didn’t think of really killing him, not now nor ever, she raised her brows surprised he would say that, but he proved already he wouldn’t do that to her. She composed her demeanor, getting far from his position, to not do something on impulse and not risk herself to slip and fall.

“Maybe I don’t want you completely dead, that would be my dead.” Her cheeks turned into flames, making her self-conscious of her own words. She was not used to being flirty in combat, she hid in aggression, though the feelings Kenobi aroused in her were foreign; she didn’t want to stop feeling them. "Because of the fall, don't get me wrong Kenobi", she justified.

Obi-Wan's reaction was just as neat as hers, a little smile appearing on his face, it was not in amusement.

He cared for her, enough to worry if she was safe wherever she was, to wonder what spending a day with her company must feel like or to talk past life threats or flirty tactics to distract one another. To share knowledge, to share feelings, to share the same space in existence.

His furrowed brow marked the start of some more teasing.

Strangely, she wasn't prepared for order 66 or its repercussions.

Because the very last time Obi-Wan saw her alive they were trying to save the other from the attack, he wanted to turn back time, to take her to Tatooine with him, to restart like she suggested too many times, to please every thought she shared through their bond about life together, but none of it was possible.

Even though he wanted to dedicate his life to her, finding her would have been his biggest obstacle. He made a promise to her, but he had a bigger vow.

Their dreams were impalpable, insane and improper from the moment of their conception, caught in the spectrum of imagination and destined to die in the back of their minds as if they were mere ideas. Crazy, never growing beyond their heads, ideas.

Although contrasting, the life of a Jedi and a Sith boiled down to the same thing, abandoning yourself to choose a life of service. Obi-Wan Kenobi was never a man who escaped from duty, and taking care of Padme and Anakin's children wasn't the exception. He was now voluntarily linked to the boy and his sister.

And her last doings, mysterious, kept with secrecy, remained unconcluded with the clash of the Order 66. So they did what they must and parted ways. Didn't matter how much it hurted them, if no one knew about what they had, they still could pretend they had nothing else to lose.

Notwithstanding the disaster, Obi-Wan Kenobi wasn't prepared to lose her too. He withdrew himself from the glass where the apparent corpse of his hedonistic beloved rested quietly, incapable of staring at it one second more, desperate to feel her. Duty wasn't over and he had to save Leia from the Inquisitors still.

Silently saying goodbye to his key piece, his last ray of fresh sunshine who's illusion served him to endure the burning suns of Tatooine, he caressed with his digits where her name was written in the keypad and stepped out of the tomb, unable to see the last wonder he had done to her. Her hidden vital signals — not traced by him blinded by his wounded emotions — and how her body became one with the Force finally disappearing in relative peace.

He set her free.

A/N: Hello there! ★ english is not my first language, so i apologize if i got anything wrong, i'll do my best to be more precise in the future. i wanted to share this before but didn't find the time to edit it and end it in a way i liked but realized it was going to be too long so i parted it in two. i hope you enjoy<3, please like, comment and reblog if you wish to.

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distopea · 2 years

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“Oh my, sounds dangerous to be around you. Tell me more~” He rolled back on his belly, gently playing pretty boy to get attention.

#; nvrcmplt #⌇infernal trickster and master of enigmas ( 𝙈𝙖𝙧𝙡𝙤 | ic )#⌇watching the mess ( 𝘿𝙖𝙨𝙝 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙮 )#; he's out and I can't take him back to his cage #; my apologies Tala gfuysd

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arthenaa · 1 year

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Upcoming Auror! Sebastian Sallow x Auror! Reader Fic Details <3

Hi guys! As some of you may know, I'll be doing a Seb Auror Fic soon which will be based in the Philippines <3. Since there's no wizarding lore yet in the PH, i've decided to set the setting first before moving w the story. Here are the details below!!

MOODBOARD

Setting:

Mid-1800s, Philippines.

Hogwarts Legacy Setting will be adjusted slightly before the events of the fiction. (At this point I suggest just not getting into it too much im getting confused as well lmfao)

Details:

(About the Filipino Wizarding Community)

Philippine Magic has deep roots in the dark arts. Wizards and Witches back then often used and were masters in the arts of dark magic. It was often a misconception that the dark arts were inherently evil and while it did hold some truth to it, it all depends on how it's used. Filipino Wizards and Witches value the proper use of dark magic to use it to help people rather than harm them. However due to the misuse of said magic because of its great power, there is then a rise of magic users who seem to use it for personal gain. So these Wizards and Witches adapted their form of dark arts into the magic that can help combat sinister magic. This evolved into healing magic which is the main core of Filipino wizardry.

Marahuyo en Mahika Akademya | Philippine School of Wizardry

(place of reference: University of Santo Tomas)

A school formed to preserve the ancestral magic and history of Filipino Wizardry, Marahuyo en Mahika Akademya is a School of Magic for Wizards and Witches in the Philippines. Founded by Maria Ana Flordeliza Santos, she opened the gates to magic users so that they may expand their knowledge, academic prowess, and capabilities in the field of magic. The school's patron deity is Bathala, the god of creation and the being who granted mahika to the people.

The process of acceptance is quite peculiar. At the young age of 11 is when young wizards and witches will be doing a sacred ritual also known as Pagtawas. While the ritual is used to detect supernatural illnesses, it also detects magical traces within the person. It is a form of healing and a sacred ritual to determine one's fate. A piece of the person's hair will be burned on a special type of candle and then its wax will be poured into a basin. If the wax produces an image or a form according to the person's true self (some form a type of animal or plant) then the person does indeed have magic. If nothing happens, there is no magic within them. From then on, their parents will be responsible for the basic magic curriculum. At the age of 15, they will then be brought to the Akademya by carriages driven by the Tikbalang tribe. They have 5 years of magical curriculum to learn during their stay there. There are three houses to be sorted in Marahuyo en Mahika;

Mayari

known for their bravery, strength, determination, ability to excel in their most desired fields and leadership. They are categorized as the warriors.

Colors: Navy Blue and Beige

Hanan

known for their optimism in the unknown, courage in taking risks, perseverance amidst challenges, and an open perspective in life. They are categorized as the pillars.

Colors: Gold and Bronze

Tala

known for their willingness in helping others, their need for knowledge, vast creativity, and wisdom. They are categorized as the shepherds.

Colors: Cyan and Silver

Philippine Bureau of Magic and Wizardry (aka PhilMaj)

(place of reference: Las Casas Filipinas De Acuzar)

The official governing office of the Philippine Wizarding Community. Inspired by Britain and America's Ministries of Magic, the PhilMaj was to be open not only to the PhilMaj community but to wizards all over the world thus the name in English. Founded by the 5 great Maharlikas (aka Aurors), the organization was created to protect the Filipino Wizarding Community from outside threats which includes 'SeroMahi' (Sero (Zero), Mahika (Magic) or the Muggles basically).

The PhilMaj exists independently and separates themselves from their seromahi counterparts as they see seromahis as a threat to their existence if they are to be found. With the Philippines experiencing a great force of oppression from outsiders, PhilMaj has done its best to stay hidden and away from its affairs (they are specifically known to hide too well that they have not encountered any type of exposure to the seromahi community. They, unfortunately, have strict rules regarding wizard —seromahi relationships and usually wizards or witches with mixed bloodlines take long processes to enter PhilMaj. MaraMahika (school) is an exception as it accepts all magic users despite their blood lineage).

Aurors also known as Maharlikas are divided in Divisions. Division I is for investigation, Division II is for order and Division III is social relations.

PhilMaj has different departments to tend to concerns.

Department of Magical Law Enforcement

Department of Protection of Magical Tribes and Folk

Department of Control and Care for Magical Creatures

Department of International Social Relations

Department of Magical Education

Department of Magical Businesses and Endeavors

Department of Magical Transportation and Building

Department of Recruitment and Referrals of Wizards and Witches

Department of Mysteries

Current location of PhilMaj is in Manila, Philippines. (Guarded by the Siyokoy Tribe in the waters of Manila Bay, the waters open like a door as it parts the way underground where the PhilMaj Headquarters reside)

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A/N: i have a shit ton of details in my notes but im sharing the general lore or idea of the magic world in the philippines. this counts as a teaser as well 😎 lmk if i've miswritten something or if some things dont line up. you guys can add ideas as well and ill add them in my notes hehe (if you wish to be included in this fic's taglist, reply to this post or any of my posts regarding this fic ty !!)

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