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Loyalty
Aemond Targaryen (HOTD) x Alys Rivers - Part 2
Including the conclusion of its sister story, Little Dragonseed
Summary: Aemond, in his quest for vengeance, torches the Riverlands while Alys is but an unwilling passenger with a burning secret of her own. Meanwhile, back at Harrenhal, the little maid waits for her rescuer, but war-torn Westeros may have other plans in store for her.
Words: 3.6K
Chapter Warnings: NSFW, Sexual Content 18+, Canon Divergence, War things
A/N: As noted, there is canon divergence in this story; there is no Sabitha Frey, and, for the purpose of this tale, the timeline may be a little wonky.
Perhaps it's just me, but I broke my own heart writing this. I hope you all enjoy. Comments, reblogs, thoughts, opinions are welcome and appreciated 😘
💙 And, thank you, to my amazing beta reader and incredible gif maker, @myfandomprompts who made the Aemond banner for me.
<<< Part 1
They flew.
And the realm burned.
And on they soared upon ancient wings…
And burned. Burned. Burned.
Any settlement in the Riverlands sworn to Queen Rhaenyra met their downfall, becoming kindling for Aemond’s wrath. Nothing could stand against Vhagar’s flames as she left ashes and despair in their wake.
Riding on dragonback was a breathtaking experience; there was an exhilarating power in soaring through the sky, close to the heavens, far removed from the hellish war-torn realm below. But she could not enjoy it, her awe was constantly overshadowed by Aemond’s unyielding anger.
He had brought her along purposefully, but for all the notice he took of her, she might as well have been invisible and her attempts at calming his relentless rage were futile. He seemed interested in one thing and one thing only: her visions of the future and the path he should take forward. When she couldn’t summon an immediate answer, his response was simply to enact revenge on the supporters of the Black Queen. Unable to sway him, she remained silent, an unwilling passenger caught in the storm of his vengeance.
They did not return to Harrenhal and, instead, survived off the land. Luckily, she possessed a deep knowledge of edible plants and fungi and they had no trouble catching game. They bathed in a freshwater river and, in the evenings, Vhagar’s fiery breath cooked their suppers and provided warmth against the chill of the night.
Aemond barely spoke to her, his mind consumed by grief and rage, his ego shattered by Daemon and the black faction at the insurmountable loss of King’s Landing. The once prideful, arrogant young man was becoming a shadow of the fierce prince she had known, his calculating eye now vacant and haunted as he worried obsessively about what had become of his family he left behind.
During one of their many silent nights, as they sat around the fire, the urge to speak to him gnawed at her. She knew she should tell him the truth, but the timing felt impossibly wrong.
She needed to tell him that they had succeeded. She had suspected for a little while now, but wanted to wait to make absolutely sure. Now that time had passed, it was hard to keep this knowledge to herself.
But how could she share this revelation when his heart was still so torn? She watched him from across the fire, his face illuminated by the dancing flames, feeling the weight of her secret press down on her.
She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the inevitable. “My prince,” she began softly, her voice almost swallowed by the crackling fire. He glanced at her, his expression unreadable. “There’s something you need to know…”
“A vision?” he asked, immediately perking up, his interest piqued. She pressed her lips together as she moved around the fire to sit on his good side; Would that be all he would ever care about? Is that all she meant to him?
She chose not to voice these thoughts, instead gently taking his warm hand into her own. Her touch seemed to surprise him, a flicker of emotion crossing his face; they had not been intimate since they left Harrenhal. He turned to look at her fully for the first time in what felt like ages and she felt breathless under the intensity of his gaze, as if he were truly seeing her again.
“No… not quite,” she replied, trying not to feel discouraged as she saw his face fall. She decided to get it over with quickly, the words tumbling from her mouth. “I…I am with child. Your child, my prince.” She placed her free hand over her lower belly for emphasis, giving him a small smile at this precious news, waiting with bated breath for his reaction.
Aemond's gaze hardened, his eye narrowing as he processed her words. His nostrils flared, and a tense silence hung between them, the crackling of the fire the only sound. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears as she waited for him to speak.
“Ar– are you not pleased? Your bloodline will endure…” she started to say, her voice faltering.
“A bastard. That is what we have made together,” he interrupted, disappointment etched into every line of his exquisite face as his frown deepened, twisting his sensuous lips into a grimace as his words cut through her like a knife.
“Aemond,” she began again, her voice more determined, “this child is part of your legacy. The blood of the dragon flows through his veins. Does that not mean something to you?”
He pulled his hand away from hers, standing up abruptly and pacing by the fire, his mind clearly torn.
“Legacy…” he mutters, almost to himself. “What legacy do I leave in this world of ashes and betrayal? My family doesn’t even know about you…what would my mother say– ?”
She rose to her feet, moving towards him, needing him to understand.
“Their opinions matter little now, what’s done is done. A child is a blessing, Aemond, no matter who its parents are,” Alys said softly but firmly, running her hand over his arm and feeling relief when he doesn’t pull away. “I implore you to listen to me. I carry the child of Aemond Targaryen, Prince Regent of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm, and Dragonrider of the mighty Vhagar. If it bothers you that we are unmarried then do what’s best for the sake of your son, Aemond. Marry me,” she pleads, her eyes shining with sincerity. “I long to be your loving wife, to stand by your side. I will help you achieve greatness, and ensure our child not only endures but thrives, following in your footsteps to rule the Seven Kingdoms. Together, we can end this war.”
Aemond looked lost, his gaze still fixed on the dancing flames of the fire, the light flickering across his face, highlighting the lines of worry and doubt etched into his features.
“How do you know I will rule?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, tinged with uncertainty.
“I have seen it, my prince,” Alys replied, her tone filled with conviction. She leaned closer, her hand still resting on his arm, drawing strength from the contact.
“Daemon is your one last, true foe. You will defeat him, how could you not? He is old and well past his prime. Caraxes is no match for the might of Vhagar. I have seen your victory in the clouds when we fly high on Vhagar’s back. There will be a battle above a great lake; I have seen him fall into the water and be swallowed by their depths.” Her voice gained a fervent edge as she continued, painting a vivid picture of the future she envisioned. “You will rule and be a mighty king, my prince, and I already carry your son and heir.”
Aemond's expression remained conflicted, but there was a spark of something in his eye—hope, perhaps, or a glimmer of belief. Alys could see the battle within him, the struggle between his self-doubt and the destiny she foretold. She pressed on, her hand moving to gently cup his scarred cheek, forcing him to meet her gaze.
“You are destined for greatness, Aemond. Together, we can shape the future of the Seven Kingdoms. After Daemon is finished, we will go to King’s Landing and rescue your mother and sister within; they are still alive, I know it. Trust in me, trust in us.”
For a moment, silence hung heavy in the air, the only sound the crackling of the fire. Then, slowly, Aemond lifted his hand to cover hers, a sign of his acceptance as his eye finally softened. His grip was firm as he bent to kiss her sweetly on the lips, which she immediately deepened, starving for his touch and affection.
“Alright then…for our child,” Aemond said with conviction as he pulled away, his singular violet eye alight with fire once more, alive with passion, fueled with purpose.
With only Vhagar as their witness, they stood beneath the open sky and recited the ancient marriage ritual of House Targaryen, their voices steady and resolute, echoing the vows of his ancestors.
For a moment, war and destruction, heartache and pain seemed to fall away as they found solace in each other’s arms. Aemond's touch was gentle, his fingers trailing softly over her skin as if memorizing every inch of her. He made love to her with reverence, with such a tenderness it was as if she was suddenly made of glass. The world outside ceased to exist as they lost themselves in each other, their bodies entwined in a rhythm of love and passion.
For the first time in what feels like an eternity, Aemond allowed himself a moment of happiness. His usual mask of sternness and determination melted away, replaced by a genuine smile as he thought of his son. He looked at Alys with true affection, his hand moving to rest on her still flat belly. She could see the wonder in his eye, the silent imagining of her swollen with his child, a symbol of their union and the future they hoped to build together.
Basking in his tender affection, her heart swelled with love and gratitude. She returned his caresses, her hands moving over his strong back, tracing the contours of his muscles. As Aemond placed a gentle kiss on her abdomen, she sighed with deep contentment, enjoying his bare skin on hers, the feeling of his seed leaking from between her thighs, the burning of the fire in her lower belly as the blood of the dragon nestled within. It is the most loved and cherished she had ever felt in her entire life.
Back at Harrenhal, the little maid waited anxiously. A few days before, the Prince Regent and the witch had fled together after news of King’s Landing's fall reached them. Ser Criston Cole had taken the green army south to join the Hightowers, leaving Harrenhal unguarded and eerily quiet. Now was the most opportune time for Daemon to rescue her, but she had no way to send word to him; she wasn’t even sure of his whereabouts.
So she waited and prayed fervently that her father would come for her. But her prayers were laced with a growing worry.
She worried because her moon's blood was late and she was never late. Despite drinking the tea the witch had given her, she had only had that one cup and now questioned its effectiveness. Was it enough? There was no one left to ask or to make more for her.
She worried because she felt cramping in her lower abdomen without any sign of bleeding. She worried because ordinary smells now made her nauseous, her breasts were constantly sore, and still, her blood did not come.
One evening, unable to hold back her fears any longer, she broke down and confided in the matron, her surrogate mother that she loved dearly and who she had failed miserably by letting Aemond take advantage of her. The matron listened intently, a deep frown etched between her eyebrows, but she wasn’t angry or disappointed in the maid’s confession. She was only terribly upset for what her young adopted daughter had endured at the hands of the Prince Regent.
Discreetly, the matron arranged for the maester to examine her, and he confirmed her worst fears. She was indeed pregnant; the witch’s potion had failed. His confirmation did not surprise the little maid in the slightest. She had known, deep in her heart, that she was carrying the child of the One-Eyed Prince. A child conceived not out of love, but out of revenge and hatred, shattering her innocence, leaving her to pick up the pieces alone.
The realization weighed heavily on her. What would her father say if he ever found out? Daemon Targaryen was fierce and proud, he would surely be enraged, would surely put her babe to the sword as soon as he was born and the thought horrified her beyond measure. And so she vowed never to tell him the truth. If he came for her, she would have to hide her condition, pretend to have been foolish with someone else…anyone else.
Not long after her discovery, the haunting shriek of Caraxes pierces the silent night, announcing the return of the Rogue Prince, as he had promised. She rushes to meet him, excitement bubbling in her chest, but also a twinge of fear, knowing she now has to play her part.
Daemon looks tired and worn, the toll of the war evident in every line on his face. But when he sees her, his expression brightens.
“Little one,” he greets warmly, reaching out to embrace her in a father’s hug she has never known before. She inhales the scent of dragon and smoke clinging to his clothes, feeling a fleeting sense of safety.
“Are we leaving? I can pack my things…” she begins eagerly, her voice trailing off as she notices the sadness in his eyes.
“I’m afraid, my little dragonseed, that we cannot go,” Daemon says softly, his voice filled with regret. “I must stay here and cannot be distracted…the Queen and the realm depend on it.” Tears spring to her eyes, and he gently lifts her chin, forcing her to look at him.
“Little dragon, you must get away from here. Leave Harrenhal, this place is cursed, probably from that despicable witch,” he growls as a flicker of anger crosses his face as he remembers Alys.
“She’s gone now…with Prince Aemond,” the little maid tries to explain, her voice trembling. “Alys is not here to make you suffer as she did before.”
Daemon frowns slightly at this unusual piece of information, that Aemond would flee with the witch of all people, but quickly returns to his original point.
“No matter. Run, flee. Do not go to the Riverlands right now; it is not safe,” he says urgently, taking her face into both of his hands and bowing his forehead against hers. His desperation is palpable and she can see the pain in his eyes, the sorrow of knowing he cannot keep his promise to take her with him.
“But how will you find me again?” she whispers, her voice breaking with emotion.
“Do not worry, my child. If I survive, I will come for you,” he promises for the second time, his voice filling with determination. Yet she can’t bring herself to believe him entirely. She knows he is here to await Prince Aemond, and the prospect of either of them surviving a battle against one another seems slim. Daemon is choosing to sacrifice himself for the good of the realm and she cannot even begin to understand how incredibly brave he is.
Her tears start to flow at this realization and she hates the thought of leaving him behind to await his fate alone, but knows she has little choice. “Where should I go?” she asks, her voice small and fearful.
“Try to avoid any large settlements on your journey. They are currently being targeted by the one-eyed welp. Head south, towards Dragonstone….those loyal to Queen Rhaenyra will help you,” he instructs.
“I don’t want to leave you,” she sobs, her hands clutching at his tunic. “I’m scared.”
Daemon’s heart breaks at her words and he strokes her hair gently, trying to soothe her. “You are strong, my little dragon. You have the blood of Old Valyria in your veins. You will survive this. You must.”
The next day dawns cold and gray, a fitting backdrop for their departure. She and the matron join a gaggle of other inhabitants all intent on fleeing the cursed castle. The little maid is glad to be free of these dark and haunted halls at last.
Before she leaves, she embraces her father one last time. His arms around her feel strong and protective, but there is a sense of finality that she cannot ignore. She clings to him as he whispers, “Be safe,” his voice rough with emotion.
“I will,” she promises, though her heart aches with the knowledge that this is a promise she may not be able to keep; the road is dangerous and fraught with peril. She pulls away, wiping her tears on the back of her hand, turning away from him and forcing herself not to look back.
As they leave Harrenhal behind, the group moves in silence, each lost in their own thoughts and fears. The matron walks beside her and the little maid finds herself reaching for her hand, needing reassurance just as if she was a child again.
She wonders about their journey ahead, hoping they will settle someplace safe; she has already decided that she and the matron will raise her son together. They will find a quiet place, far from the war and destruction, and he will grow up being loved, fiercely and unconditionally. Her son will know the stories of his heritage, even if he never knows his family, and she will be certain to tell him about his brave grandfather and the legacy that flows through his royal veins.
Alys managed to convince Aemond to delay for a day, to celebrate their union before his incessant need to return to burn the Riverlands once more. They settled in a faraway meadow, a place untouched by the war, where the air was fresh and the sounds of conflict were but a distant memory. It was a brief respite from the carnage, a stolen moment of peace.
She devoted herself to Aemond, worshiping him with her mouth, savoring, sucking, treating him as a king should be treated. They made love countless times in the soft grass and, as before, Aemond was exceedingly gentle, his touch soft and caring as he suckled her engorged breasts. He didn’t rut into her viciously as he had been known to do in the past, instead pleasuring her with long, slow strokes, bringing her to peak with his tongue.
In those moments, he was without his eyepatch, bare and vulnerable, and she saw the man he might have been had violence not scarred his soul. If the war had never started, she thought, this was who Aemond would be. She wished with all her heart that she could bring peace to the prince’s troubled spirit.
As they journeyed back to the Riverlands, she estimated they had been gone from Harrenhal for nearly a fortnight. Reality hit her hard as she gazed upon the war-torn realm once more and for the first time in a long while, she was hit by a multitude of visions, many which did not make any sense. She could feel the Rogue Prince’s presence, hear the shriek of his dragon in her dreams. She confessed to Aemond that they must return to Harrenhal, that they were being sought by Daemon.
While they flew, her thoughts drifted to the little maid they had left behind. She fervently hoped the potion she had given the girl had worked; the maid did not need to suffer any more than she already had. Alys could not bear the thought of another child contending for Aemond’s heart….or his legacy. She resolved to check on the girl as soon as they returned to the castle.
As they neared Harrenhal, she felt the unmistakable energy of Caraxes well before she even saw the castle, confirming her fears and driving away any other thought. She knew that this encounter was fated, that the impending clash between Aemond and Daemon was inevitable.
She kissed Aemond for good luck, her prince, her king, the father of her child. His singular eye looked at her with a fleeting softness before hardening into the mask of determination she knew so well. He mounted Vhagar with practiced ease and took to the skies in pursuit of his uncle, so sure of his victory.
High above the God’s Eye she watched their fearsome battle, fear striking deep into her heart as the dragons danced.
And then he fell…she watched in horror…no, it couldn’t be… this was not as she foretold… her beloved prince and his mighty dragon…
Irreparably broken…
And her world shattered.
Epilogue
A few years later, along the tranquil banks of Riverrun, a young woman walked with a woven basket in hand, occasionally bending to gather an assortment of mushrooms or plants. She hummed a light, cheerful tune, her bright blonde hair hanging loose and flowing in the warm summer breeze. Here, she no longer had to hide her true self, her bloodline, or her past.
She and the matron had made it back to Riverrun just in time for her to give birth; their journey had been long and arduous as the war raged on, but she had been relieved to finally return home.
“Mama!” came a small voice from the riverbank. “Fish! Mama!” He pointed excitedly as she drew near and she smiled at his enthusiasm.
“Yes, Daemon, fish,” she confirmed in a gentle, motherly voice, as she approached him and smoothed his bright blond hair.
The boy turned to her with a radiant smile, his cherubic face and round cheeks a picture of joy and health. His violet eyes always pierced her soul whenever she looked at him, the shadow of his father already prominent in his young face. He was a living, breathing reminder of Aemond, the last trace of his lineage to walk the earth.
She watched her son affectionately as he splashed in the shallows, his laughter loud amongst the soft sounds of nature. He giggled in delight as the small fish swam around his ankles, seeming just as interested in the little boy as he was in them. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a golden glow over the river, she held his small hand as they walked back toward home, the basket filled with the day’s harvest, her heart content.
She hoped her father would be proud of her.
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IT’S ABOUT THE PARALLELS. IT’S THE ORION/EL - EL/LIESEL PARALLELS.
It’s the bonefide, card-carrying hero crashing in your life when you’re busy being as selfish as possible to keep yourself alive, keeping your head down so school doesn’t kill you. It’s being utterly alone until someone comes around and gives you an excuse to start saving people. It’s having to be the sensible one in this relationship because your dumbass hero keeps trying to get themselves killed. It’s telling yourself you’re only being sensible when you’re really being very fucking selfless actually!!
#The Scholomance#it makes me insane that Liesel is basically El in the first book.#tells herself she only cares about vengeance.#running behind El whacking her in the head when she tries to be too selfless.#at the first chance of giving up her life's goal for the chance of helping people; she tosses it straight out the window#And it drives me insane El is basically Orion in this scenario.#someone who is good and selfless that comes crashing into Liesel's life#and steals her heart essentially.#not in a romantic manner.#but you tell me 'You know I like you' isn't Liesel speech for 'You are my dearest friend in the whole world'#YOU CAN'T. CAUSE IT IS.
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Rhaenyra losing her daughter in childbirth
Warnings: death, childbirth, trauma
So I promised that my next writing of Rhaenyra would be happy. But I suddenly had this plot bunny so we have angst again.
-She still had nightmares of her own mothers death. She had not been there but that did not stop images of a knife cutting up her mother from haunting Rhaenyra. They were less frequent these days, she was done having children and the fear was abated. Her fate would not be in the birthing bed. When Rhaenyra's only daughter excitedly told her mother that she was with child it came roaring back with a vengeance. Now it was no longer herself under that knife but her daughter.
-At first Rhaenyra tried to console herself with the fact that Y/n had the best maesters on hand. Y/n was constantly examined and Rhaenyra was informed of any changes. As Y/n's belly grew those fears became more prominent. She could hardly walk without her mother hovering about. Rhaenyra will have pillows situated on every seat throughout the Red Keep.
-Rhaenyra finds it hard to fully get excited about the baby. Not that she did not want grandchildren. Especially since Y/n had always wanted to be a mother. She tries to be happy for her sake. Rhaenyra will listen to her daughter's excited rambling and feign happiness. But deep inside she is petrified with fear.
-During the nights Rhaenyra's nightmares will continue. Sometimes she wakes up in a sweat and frantically wake. She throws on a robe and walks to her daughters room. Y/n will be there sleeping peacefully, chest rising and falling. For a while Rhaenyra will watch as if expecting something bad to happen. Eventually Rhaenyra will quietly walk back to her room.
-By the seventh month Y/n's mobility is greatly decreased. She has to lean on her mother for support. Rhaenyra tries to remain calm and support her girl. When Y/n falls into anxiety Rhaenyra tries to cheer her daughter up. Because walking is difficult Rhaenyra props up pillows under the Weirwood tree. As Y/n lays there Rhaenyra reads her favourite stories. In the meantime Rhaenyra will summon merchants to bring items from all over Westeros and Essos with various goods. These items are not just for the baby but Y/n as well. Rhaenyra imports goods that helped her through the pregnancies she carried. Balms that sooth her aching muscles are applied to Y/n's skin on a daily basis. Teas that sooth her aching belly are administered by Rhaenyra. While Rhaenyra was never truly taken to sweing she began to make comfortable dresses that her daughter could wear.
-When Y/n goes into confinement Rhaenyra does with her. Of course as Queen Rhaenyra has other responsibilities to attend to so there are times she leaves. And there are some who complain that the Queen spends too much time away from her desk. But right then she did not care, Y/n was her priority. Although confinement is a custom, when Y/n asks for the windows to be opened Rhaenyra does so. She does not care what the ladies say. She dreads her daughter feeling miserable leading up to the labor. They try to keep their mind off what will take place in a few weeks time. Y/n speaks of wanting to see Dragonstone again when she recovers and Rhaenyra promises her so.
-Y/n's labor start of the day the maesters said it would. Rhaenyra is woken by her daughter shaking her. Y/n is quaking and hunched over. Blood and other bodily fluids are staining her nightgown. In a moment the room is busy with maesters, midwives and ladies. Word goes around that the princess in in labor and that night people go to the sept to pray. Rhaenyra holds her daughters hands as every pained breath escapes Y/n quivering mouth. They give her herbs for the pain but it does not stop the blood. A days passes, then two, and the horrid realization that her fears might come true horrifies Rhaenyra.
-She tells the maesters that if they cut Y/n open she will feed them to Syrax. Eventually, as Y/n fades in and out of consciousness, Rhaenyra gives them her consent to try something. Since the baby will not come out on its own they will have to turn it. The idea makes Rhaenyra physically ill and she has to puke pile into a bowl. She goes to her daughter and whispered "I love you" before her legs are forced apart and the maesters hands go in. She begs her daughter to just hold on a little longer. Y/n's hand seizes hers with abnormal strength and Rhaenyra prays. Let her daughter live.
-The baby arrives into the world wailing. Y/n falls onto the bedding and Rhaenyra lets out a cry of relief. The baby, much stronger than her brother Baelon had been, kicks its strong legs and flails its fists. She turns to her daughter and the smile dies. Y/n's skin has a sickly hue to it. Her eyes seem to fade and the grip slackens. "Y/n!" She screams out.
-They lead the screaming Queen out. Daemon is summoned to pick his wife up and he carries her to their shared room. She is screaming and crying, unaware that she is not even beside her daughter anymore. They force something warm and bitter down her throat and Rhaenyra unwillingly floats into unconsciousness.
-She wakes two days later. Beside her are the children, her son Jaecerys holding her hand. Lucerys is holding her newest grandchild with Jeoffrey peering down at her. The youngest two are in their fathers arms. Rhaena and Baela stand by the fireplace shielding themselves from the rest of the family in their distress. Daemon says nothing and simply takes his wive's hand. "I'm sorry." Is all he can say.
- She prepares your body alone. Rhaenyra can not bear the thought of unfamiliar Silent Sisters touching you, even dead. She quietly sings old songs her own mother once sang. Rhaenyra prays that you were up with Aemma. Oh if only the two of you could have met. She does not wrap you up, she always knew you hated enclosed spaces. You are dressed in red and black with a diadem placed on the h/c locks. Once she had made it for you to pass down. Now the thought of anyone having it but you was more than she could bear. Rhaenyra is riding behind your carriage, pale and weeping. This is her mothers death all over again. When they reach Rhaenys's Hill Rhaenyra can not bring herself to light the pyre. It is her eldest son who does the honor, Vermax's flames engulfing Y/n's body. Rhaenyra does not remember the rest of the day.
-One night, weeks later, Y/n visits her mother in dreams. She was with her grandmother in and endless sea of flowers. They were both laughing as the sun danced off their skin. Rhaenyra had never thought much about the afterlife. But as she looked upon her daughter and mother she prayed they were happy. A bright sun hailed the day. Rhaenyra lay in bed for a few moments as some deep emotion stirred within her. The feeling was like a new emotion awakening within her. It was not pain yet it stabbed within her like a knife. With an aching chest Rhaenyra threw a robe over her body. It was early enough that only the servants were awake. The babies room was silent except for small rustling noises. Peaking into the crib her grandchild stared up at her with wide eyes. Rhaenyra's heart nearly stopped as she realized this baby had Y/n's eyes. With steady hands Rhaenyra picked up the baby. It stirred and made cooing noises before Rhaenyra held the baby to her chest. Warmth spread throughout her body as this last piece of her daughter reached out for Rhaenyra. She walked over to a chair and picked up a book. It was Y/n's favourite, the one Rhaenyra read to her. Rhaenyra cradled her grandchild close and read.
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Follow up to the anon about Maegor and his wives playing with niece reader
Imagine once she finally gets pregnant. The wives are just absolutely doting on her. Rubbing her belly and saying what a pretty little thing she is. They were probably the first to find out because of the sensitivity of her breasts.
They tell Maegor that the first month is delicate so it might not be wise to fuck her yet. He restrains himself. He wants a healthy heir afterall. But oh…. He can’t help but be jealous seeing his wives enjoy fingering and licking his niece’s cunt and pulling and sucking her sensitive breasts. He won’t restrain himself from fucking her throat tho. Ordering her to crawl to him and suck his cock, while the wives hold and touch her, praising her as she sucks. Maybe even making sure she stays down
Once she’s able to be fucked by Maegor again tho….. he takes her with a vengeance. Grasping her hips like a desperate man, her entire body shaking from the force of his thrusts. A few wives hold her body for support to protect her womb from being squished while another can’t resist riding her face, enjoying the feeling as she moans and pleasures her. Some others suck and rub her breasts to relieve the aching
That becomes a common practice. The wives kissing and rubbing niece wife’s body when she aches. Maybe even being a little more gentle with her for once, and sensually touching her. Insisting on helping her dress like she’s their precious little toy
All for Maegor to visit at night and see his wives break apart from kissing and playing with his niece to make room for him. Holding her legs, supporting her womb, licking at her breasts and maybe even spreading her cunt a little with their fingers to invite him
If niece wife has trouble with her milk, the other wives are more than happy to suck at her aching breasts, though Maegor forbids them from drinking any of the milk. That milk belongs to him and his children. Besides he likes the idea of his aching niece only being able to find true relief with him
Each wife has different ways of playing with her. Some are more loving. Others more playful. Some are more dominant or more degrading and mischievous
Poor niece wife thought she’d only have to serve one man, and instead she’s become the prized possession to him and all of his wives
And this is far from the last pregnancy she’ll experience
This is so hot 🔥🥵
But like imagine there are a couple of wives who are dominating and loves to humiliate and degrade her. Maegor has put them incharge of training his pregnant wife. They have special maesters for her and special advices. Imagine them edging her over and over again, slapping her sensitive tits and cunt. Pulling her tits, saying it will help with the milk flow later.
Imagine pregnant wife is begging to cum but the maesters advicec that she can't cum for a few days, but that doesn't mean the wives can't use her.
Imagine them tying her up so she can't touch herself. Imagine them sensually touching her but can't cum. Maybe the maester gave her a medicine that would stop her from cumming, or a wife sneaked it in her drink.
Imagine the other wives using her, telling her they will raise her children because her job is only to give birth. And she can't cum till she agrees. Maegor only care about healthy heirs so he is okay with it.
#maegor targaryen x reader#maegor#maegor x reader#maegor targaryen#hotd#game of thrones#house of the dragon#game of thrones imagines#hotd headcanon#hotd fanfic#hotd imagine#hotd imagines#hotd one shot#house of the dragon imagine
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This moving arc is going crazy ngl. This season is really peak, JJK could never
I know you didn't even mean for this to be an ask but:
(Genshin Impact/GFL) How helpful Lisa, Eula, Noelle, Navia, Furina, Lumine, AK-12, AN-94, AK-15, and RPK-16 would be during your move
After fighting boxes and moving trucks for the last 6 straight days, this has been on my mind.
(Lisa) "Oof, these boxes are going to kill my back tomorrow...!"
Lisa has experience carrying heavy books from her days studying in Sumeru and being a Librarian in Mondstadt.
But do you really think this beautiful woman is going to help you carry the seventeen boxes of glass kitchenware that you have no recollection of even owning?
Absolutely not.
That is too heavy, even for her.
But at the very least when the moving and unpacking is over, she will give and demand the very best cuddles to recover from the process.
Expect her to say that she was sore with helping you last night in an intentionally weird way to get a rise out of you and anyone in the vicinity.
Help Rating: 2/5, Call Lisa in for the love, not for physical labor.
(Eula) "Good grief, how much dust is in here?!" ACHOO! "Ugh...! If this was some elaborate scheme just to hear me sneeze the entire time, I will enact terrible vengeance upon you!"
Quips of revenge aside, she is actually very helpful!
Eula can carry the boxes no problem, and makes sure to have the proper posture when doing so.
If she can swing her claymore around like they're nothing, then surely your belongings will be jut as trivial?
She is also extremely gentle putting down boxes that she knows is full of your stuff.
The only real negative thing you have to deal with is just her constant muttering if a box is giving her too much trouble.
Help Rating: 3/5, You now swear vengeance upon the boxes thanks to Eula saying it over and over
(Noelle) "Please, allow me! I can have these put away in no time!"
The boxes will be hearing boss music upon Noelle's arrival.
For when there is a mess, Noelle is inevitable.
She somehow packs everything into the boxes into such an impossibly efficient manner, that you didn't know you could fit that much stuff into a small cardboard box.
Noelle also does it under a few hours without breaking a sweat.
The scary part is that she can go faster while keeping the same immaculate level of care if you give her a kiss on the cheek or praise her.
And it'll mean even more to her by the fact you're still helping her. It's the thought that counts!
Help Rating: You don't even need to be there/5
(Navia) "Here, just tell me where these boxes are going in your new home. Packing? Hm, no need!"
You know what she does instead of packing herself?
She hires someone else to do it.
When it comes to more personal items, she'll gladly help you wrap it carefully and with love.
But all your furniture?
Yeah, no. That's what the hired help is for.
You and Navia will be directing people left and right where to place the furniture and boxes of your belongings without really needing to lift a finger yourself.
Help Rating: 5/5, the best help is the kind where someone else does the entire job for you.
(Furina) "Oh, it is about time you come to me for aid, dearest! Allow me to help!"
In the wise words of Sergeant Johnson:
"Hmph, MY ASS!"
This woman didn't even unload her boxes when she moved into her apartment, what makes you think that she'd help you unload your stuff properly?
She may be an Archon but her arm strength and experience with moving is next to nothing.
Furina will act all cool and try to lift a box only for it to nearly collapse on her, or throw her out her back.
Her little familiars can't help with your boxes since you know, they're made of water.
But at least the pouting face she'll make will be cute. Kinda like Aqua, huh?
Help Rating: Just get Clorinde or Neuvillette, don't ask the blue gremlin/5
(Lumine) "We really need to get you a teapot! Anyways, let's get to work!"
Lumine doesn't mind to help, and her arm strength despite her appearance is insane.
She'll be carrying 3-4 boxes like it's nothing, though she struggles to actually see anything in front of her.
Paimon helps as much as she can, so you get a 2 for 1 deal asking Lumine!
She's a little unused to moving furniture herself since Tubby and the Teapot took care of that for her own home, but she makes moving very fun!
Help Rating: 5+1/5, but Lumine will question your taste in decor.
(AK-12) "Ah, moving dorms? Well, at least it's within the base and not too far.~"
Even though 12 is a combat android, she can only lift so much.
She might complain about the servos in her arms going haywire and that you'll need to fix them, but in reality she's just teasing just to get a rise out of you.
And despite her eyes being closed, she has better sense of her surroundings than you do, not once bumping into anything or hitting the doorframes.
Once its finished, 12 will just say that you 'owe her one' for helping with the move.
Help Rating: 3/5, it'd be higher but she's too damn smug about lifting more than you.
(AN-94) "Moving assignment understood. Providing assistance."
94 is a little stiff about the moving process at first.
But as it progresses, she uncharacteristically gets distracted by the items you choose to keep and throw away.
She'll ask with a curious expression about why you're throwing away old but usable items, and 94 ends up learning a lot about you.
While the move itself is very normal, it ends up being a nice bonding experience for the two of you!
Help Rating: 4/5, very sweet
(AK-15) "This weight is trivial. Please, stand aside for a moment."
15 is an absolute monster when it comes to the physical labor.
She will stack the heaviest boxes into one pile and carry it without even moving her hair.
15 helpfully moves any of the things you'd struggle with, all the while her expression doesn't really change.
She'd question why you'd thank her for simply doing her job, but it's something she'll appreciate with the slightest blush.
Help Rating: 5/5, she can probably lift you, me, and the boxes in one hand.
(RPK-16) "Hm...I wonder if humanity were to go extinct right now, what would the new race think of finding your belongings?...Hah, your face! Don't mind me, just thinking aloud.~"
16 is not really that strong, but since she's an android, boxes aren't too bad of a gig for her.
After all, she lugs around an LMG.
Regardless, she helps you pack but be prepared to answer a LOT of questions on why you own the items you do.
Both out of genuine curiosity, and to annoy the shit out of you.
But hey, you'll at least get through the moving somewhat quickly thanks to her.
Help Rating: 3/5, Thanks to her, there's now a lot of weird cryptic questions floating through your mind. Such as if the bug that finds its way into the box knows that it had walked into its tomb?
#genshin impact x reader#girls' frontline x reader#girls' frontline headcanons#lisa minci x reader#eula x reader#noelle genshin impact x reader#navia x reader#furina x reader#lumine x reader#ak 12 x reader#ak 15 x reader#an 94 x reader#rpk 16 x reader#lisa minci#eula lawrence#navia genshin impact#furina genshin impact#ak 12 gfl#an 94 gfl#ak 15 gfl#rpk 16 gfl#genshin impact headcanons#girls' frontline imagines#genshin impact imagines#noelle genshin impact
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You know what's interesting to me? For all people keep claiming at every juncture that perhaps Bells Hells will come around on the gods and see the harm they do (which, as discussed extensively, is, half the time, simply not intervening) not only have they never done so, but also they never quite cross the line into saying the party should join the Ruby Vanguard or aid them - and indeed, they defend against it - so what does this achieve? It feels like they're asking for a story in which the party stands idly by, which isn't much of a story nor, if I may connect this briefly to the real world, a political stance anyone should be proud of.
That's honestly the frustration with the gods and the "what if the Vanguard has a point" conversations in-game. What do we do then? Do we allow the organization that will murder anyone for pretty much any reason that loosely ties into their goals run rampant? The group that (perhaps unwittingly, but then again, Otohan's blades had that poison) disrupted magic world-wide, and caused people who had the misfortune to live at nexus points to be teleported (most, as commoners, without means of return). While also fomenting worldwide unrest?
Those were the arguments before the trip to Ruidus; with the reveal of the Vanguard's goals to invade Exandria, the situation becomes even more dire. Do you let the Imperium take over the planet?
And do the arguments against the gods even hold up? If Ludinus is so angry at them for the Calamity, what does it say that he destroyed Western Wildemount's first post-Calamity society for entirely selfish means? (What does it say about the validity of vengeance as a motivator?) What does it say that Laudna told Imogen she could always just live in a cottage quietly without issue before the solstice even happened? (Would this still be true if the Imperium controls the world?) What does it say that when faced with a furious, grieving party and the daughter she keeps telling herself was her reason for all of this, Liliana can't provide an answer to the question of what the gods have done other than that their followers will retaliate...for, you know, the Vanguard's endless list of murders. (That is how the Vanguard and Imperium tend to think, huh? "How dare your face get in the way of my boot; how dare you hit me back when I strike you.") She can't even provide a positive answer - why is Predathos better - other than "I feel it", even though Imogen and Fearne know firsthand that Predathos can provide artificial feelings of elation. Given all the harm Ludinus has done in pursuit, why isn't the conclusion "the gods should have crashed Aeor in such a way that the tech was unrecoverable?"
Even as early as the first real discussion on what the party should do, the fandom always stopped short of saying "no, Imogen's right, they should join up with the people who killed half the party," it was always "no, she didn't really mean it, she just was trying to connect with her mother." Well, she's connected with her mother, and at this point the party doesn't even care about the gods particularly (their only divinely-connected party member having died to prevent the Vanguard from killing all of them). So they will stop the Vanguard; as Ashton says, the means are unforgiveable. As Laudna says, it's not safe to bet on Predathos's apathy. As Imogen says, she's done running; the voice that she used to think of as a lifeline belongs to someone she doesn't trust. So I guess my question is: if they're stopping the people who are trying to kill the gods (and defense of the gods isn't remotely their personal motivation)...do you think the next phase of the campaign is Bells Hells personally killing the gods? Reconstructing the Aeor tech and hoping none of their allies notice? How does this end? Does your ideology ever get enacted? Or is this entirely moot and pointless and the story ends with Bells Hells saying "well, I'm really glad we stopped the people who [insert list of Vanguard atrocities from above]; none of us follow the gods or plan to, but honestly, the status quo we return to is preferable to whatever nightmare Ludinus had concocted in his violent quest for power and revenge"?
#i've got a lot to do today so I think I'm done posting but#cr spoilers#i called that this particular cohort of fans had empathy only for those like them and were terrified of player agency like. 18 mos ago#and i have never been proven wrong. zero analysis just a constant demand that everyone coddle their feelings and confirm their biases#literally will straight up fabricate lore and cry you're disrespecting a pretend person for not including it in your considerations#absolutely SHIT understanding of actual lore. utter incapacity to follow a logical throughline to its conclusion#it's like. wow. wonder why you're so focused on hypocrisy and you overreact to the word selfish#the reason they hate or fear orym (they say they don't...but that just means they want him to go to a reeducation camp instead of die)#is bc i think they are truly terrified of the idea that people can not just hold opinions that are against theirs but stand fast by them#easier to stan the villain because then they die and you can feel wronged and betrayed and wallow in a sense of continual victimhood#than to like a character who might last long enough to call you the idiot and asshole that you are#but it's also funny bc literally if orym weren't there in the latest convo the conclusion is the same.#ashton's had the same opinion of the vanguard the whole time (and it's not positive) but that's not under scrutiny#probably bc it doesn't allow people to be ghoulish in the most cringeworthy way possible
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Heated Push
This is the first of a two-part with Daryl/Reader in an ABO universe. Set between S3 & 4; Smut
Chapped lips pressing firmly against yours
Hard muscle smashed against your soft breasts
Warm callused hands running up your inner thighs, spreading them apart
Y/N bolted awake, panting and taking in her surroundings. She was alone in her cell at the prison. It was a dream, yet so much more than a dream. Her body felt hot, her skin sensitive against the bedding, and she was throbbing between her legs. It had been a while since it had happened, but Y/N knew what this meant. “Fuck.”
Throwing off the sheets that were twisted around her body, Y/N swung her legs to the edge of her bunk and got up, throwing on some loose clothes as she did before poking her head around the sheet she used as a door. Typically, she would have just bolted through the opening into the public area but with the pheromones she knew she was putting out, it wasn’t the best idea if she didn’t want a bunch of alphas pouncing on her. No, there was only one alpha that she wanted in particular at the moment or at any time.
Spotting Maggie not far away with Beth and her father, Y/N frantically waved the brunette over. Confusion masked her face until she was within a couple of feet of Y/N and picked up her scent. “Whoa.”
“Tell me about it.” Y/N huffed as she pulled the other woman into her cell for privacy. “I woke up like this.”
“No warning?”
“None,” She replied. Y/N hadn’t had a heat since a month before the world went to hell and the dead rose thanks to the suppressants they had found then the malnutrition from the rough winter they had after the farm fell. Now it seemed her first one after a couple of months of safety and eating well, her cycle had returned with a vengeance. Thankfully, she hadn’t woken up in a full-blown heat, but she wasn’t too far off either. “I need your help.”
Maggie’s eyes widened. “My help?”
“Not like that!” Y/N exclaimed. “You’re beautiful and sexy but…”
“I’m with Glen and I’m not the alpha we both know you want,” Maggie said with a devious smile. “Speaking of Daryl, do you want me to get him?”
“He’s on a run. But I need you to get Carol and help me to one of the heat cells.” Y/N answered as she chewed on her lip, trying not to let the small moan that suddenly bubbled up in her throat as her core clenched at the mention of the Alpha that the omega inside her desperately wanted.
Her relationship with the bowman was complicated. They had met in the beginning when the Dixon brothers had joined the group in the quarry. Both alphas, especially Merle with all of his crude talk, had been a bit rough and scary at first. Yet they settled into the camp and started helping the group by hunting for food.
Y/N had felt herself drawn to Daryl, her eyes following him when he wasn’t looking and a few times when she wasn’t watching him, she’d look up and catch him looking at her. Yet he hardly ever approached her, if she wanted to talk to him, Y/N was the one who would have to engage. The first time she did, she picked up his scent; a mixture of the woods, grease, with a hint of smoke. She had a feeling that the last part was due to his cigarette habit, but she didn’t care, the omega in her wanted to roll around in the scent of him. Thankfully Y/N was still on suppressants at the time or she might have done just that though it didn’t keep her from seeking him out.
After Merle disappeared and the camp fell which led them to head to the CDC, Y/N was trying to figure out who she was going to ride with when Daryl came up behind her. He let her know that there was an empty spot in his truck if she wanted to take it. He chewed on his thumbnail as he waited for her answer, and for a moment it was hard for her to remember she once thought he was an intimidating alpha. She nodded quickly before yelling over her shoulder to the others that she would be riding with Daryl.
It was during that trip that Y/N realized how touch-starved Daryl was. Right after they had said their goodbyes to Jim, she had told Daryl that she was sorry about his brother, reaching out to squeeze the hand not on the steering wheel and saw him jump at the contact. As long as it wasn’t wanted, Alphas and omegas appreciated casual touches, but Daryl’s reaction told her that he wasn’t used to them. As they continued to drive, Y/N ran over the time she’d been around Daryl in her mind. She couldn’t remember one time where someone touched Daryl or he touched them in a kind way. She had seen Merle punch him in his arm or shove him on occasion, and then later there was the fight between Daryl, Shane, and Rick. Those instances coupled with the scars she had seen peeking out of Daryl’s shirt told her a lot, no wonder he had so much anger.
After that, Y/N made sure that she did what she could to help Daryl. She would sit as close as she could when they would eat meals first at the CDC, then at the farm, brushing her leg or arm against his as they ate. She also offered small touches, not too much to help soothe him as they would sit and talk at the end of the day, him telling her about the search for Sophia and later at his bedside after he had been hurt. When they found out the little girl had been in the barn the whole time, Y/N had given him a hug, only to have him shove her off of him and stomping away.
Y/N had gotten separated from the group when the herd came through the farm, but thankfully she was able to stumble her way to the highway and found herself engulfed in Daryl’s arms when the group spotted her. He mumbled an apology into her hair as he held her, saying he thought they had lost her.
After that, when they were on the road, the two of them were always together unless Daryl was hunting, though things remained platonic between them, even with them sleeping next to each other at night. It wasn’t until he had returned after leaving with Merle that he finally admitted that he wanted her as more; he wanted her to be his. They had been ‘together’ ever since but had not had sex nor were they bonded yet. First the Governor, then building the community within the prison had taken precedence. Y/N wished he were there now though because with her heat she knew that both of those things would be happening.
Maggie nodded in understanding before she disappeared back out of the cell. Knowing she had gone to look for Carol, Y/N grabbed a few things she would need for her heat. Her pillows, her few blankets, her water bottle, and a shirt she had hidden away, not much for an ideal nest but better than a bare floor or bunk.
“Y/N?” Carol called to her from outside her cell door.
Y/N shoved the privacy curtain to the side, coming face to face with the older Omega and she saw sympathy in her eyes. Carol wrapped her arm around Y/N’s shoulders, directing her out of the cell block. “Oh sweetheart, let’s get you out of here and away from everyone.”
Y/N nodded as she let Carol and Maggie lead her out of Cell Block C and to the Administration building. One of the things the group had done when making the Prison their home was to turn the old intake cells in the Administration building into makeshift nests for the few omegas when needed. It allowed for the omegas and their Alphas or, like Y/N, a single omega, to have some privacy during their heats, safely away from the others.
After getting her settled, Carol hugged Y/N one last time. “Is there anything else you need?”
“Daryl,” Y/N replied. Carol’s brows shot up in surprise, but Y/N quickly continued. “He is on that run for a few days, can you tell him what is going on when he gets back? I don’t want him to worry.”
“He’ll do that no matter what when he doesn’t see you, but I will make sure to head him off as soon as he returns.”
“Thanks,” Y/N said before Carol moved to shut and lock the door, leaving the younger omega to her heat.
*Next Day*
Pulling his bike up alongside the car Glen and Rick took on their run, Daryl killed the engine. Those who were nearby and had seen them return all came over to see how it went. They had been lucky, not only did they find a large haul, but they had found it quickly which allowed them to return to the prison earlier than planned.
Daryl noticed Zack, the kid who had been on gate duty, approached him. “Hey man, Carol left a message for you. Said to come to find her when you got back.”
“She say why?” Daryl asked, wondering if something was wrong.
“Nope, just find her as soon as you come back,” Zack stated with a shrug of his shoulders. “I don’t think it was anything bad.”
“But sounds important if Carol left word,” Rick commented. “We’ve got this. Go find Carol.”
Daryl nodded in thanks to the man before grabbing his bag and heading to find his friend, hoping it would be quick. While checking in with Carol was something he did usually when he came back from a run, there was someone else he wanted to see first, Y/N. Returning early meant he would be able to see her sooner, something Daryl was happy about. Three days away from his little omega had been plenty. Technically, she wasn’t his, she didn’t bear his mark, hell they hadn’t even had sex, but he had been courting her with the desire to make her his. He had known he wanted her from the first moment he saw her at the quarry. He just wasn’t sure it was mutual.
Not only was he craving her sweet scent and touch, but Daryl had also found a little surprise for her on the run and couldn’t wait to give it to her. After not seeing Carol anywhere around the outdoor kitchen, Daryl decided to check cell block C. It was most likely that both Carol and Y/N were there anyway.
Daryl was still a couple of doors away from Y/N’s cell when her scent, wild berries, and cream, hit his nose. His first thought was that he picked it up despite the distance due to their time apart but as he threw back the blanket that covered the entrance he knew that wasn’t it. The scent of ripe berries overwhelmed him and his alpha senses kicked into high gear. His mate was in heat. She was in heat and probably suffering from its effects alone, without him. Her rich scent had gone straight to his cock, and the only thing Daryl could think of was finding her.
While fainter than within her cell, Daryl was able to follow the scent trail she had left behind, growling slightly when he picked up Maggie’s alpha scent mingling with Y/N’s though it faded quickly and was replaced with Carol’s. He followed the two scents out of the cell house to the administration building. He knew that was where the secured heat rooms were and Daryl was relieved to know that Y/N was safe from the others while she was so vulnerable.
Between her scent and the sounds of her whimpers, it didn’t take long for Daryl to figure out which cell she was in. The holding cell was the furthest from the entrance, allowing for the most privacy possible. Daryl felt his heart clench when he caught sight of her; Y/N was naked in her makeshift nest, the cot mattress along with a few blankets and what looked like one of his shirts that he knew had gone missing a few weeks before. The alpha within him preened knowing that she had wanted to be surrounded by his scent, even if it was from his shirt. Her hand was between her legs, rubbing frantically in an attempt to get some relief from her heat but Daryl could tell the moment she caught his scent by the way her eyes snapped open and looked for him. When they landed on him, she whimpered. “Alpha, it hurts.”
Hearing her whine snapped Daryl into action. Using his set of keys, he quickly unlocked the door and let himself in. The door hadn’t even closed before he started to strip off his clothes; his poncho, vest, and shirt hit the floor while he kicked off his boots. The room was saturated with her scent and if his cock hadn’t already been hard, it certainly would have been then. As he removed his pants, he gave himself a few strokes to relieve the pressure before he lowered himself to kneel between Y/N’s thighs. “It’s okay ‘mega, I’m here. I’m going to take care of you.”
Though her thighs were coated in slick, her pussy swollen with arousal and need, Daryl laid his body on top of hers, giving her the much needed skin to skin contact. Y/N’s knees rose to cradle his hips as he pressed his mouth against her neck, kissing, nipping, the feel of his scruff brushing against her neck sending shivers through her. He used his left hand to hold himself up while his right cupped her breast, his thumb brushing against her hardened nipple, causing her to moan.
Daryl teased her breast for a minute before moving his hand away, trailing his fingers down her stomach. His touch felt amazing, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Y/N jumped when she felt him press his calloused thumb against her clit. She moaned softly, she pushed against his hand as he started to rub firmly. Y/N could feel her eyes wanting to roll back in her head from the pleasure of his thumb sweeping back and forth across her bundle of nerves but it wasn’t enough. “More, Alpha. I need more. I need your knot.”
“You’ll have it sweet ‘mega, but I need to get you ready first before I fill you with my cock.” Daryl mumbled against her skin as he licked and bit at her neck. Not hard enough to break skin, not yet. He needed her less glassy-eyed and foggy with need.
Moving her hands from their position on his wide shoulders, Y/N threaded her fingers through Daryl’s hair and used them to pull his face away from her neck, up to her mouth. Her lips crashed against his hungrily, as she tried to convey to him the desire she felt for him. He seemed to read her thoughts as his lips pressed against hers greedily before she nipped at his bottom lip with her teeth. His lips parted automatically, and their tongues intertwined.
Daryl moved his fingers to her opening, sliding one in just a little before drawing it back out and circling her sensitive folds. All of the teasing movements sent Y/N into such a state that when his fingers pushed inside of her in a deep thrust, she arched her back in pleasure. She broke away from his lips and cried out. "Daryl!"
"Come for me Y/N, let me see you…" He whispered as he picked up the pace of his hand. The teasing touch he had started with was gone now, as he fucked her with his fingers.
Every thrust of them brought her closer to the edge until she honestly believed she might be going insane from it. She felt him push into her one more time before she finally did shatter, shuddering, the waves of pleasure radiating up through her body. Daryl watched her orgasm take her over as he continued to pump his fingers inside of her, working her down from her high. He kissed her tenderly as he removed his hand from inside her. His fingertips ran back up her body, stopping briefly to caress her heaving breasts before he grabbed the arm that had been resting at her side. He laced his fingers through hers, before bringing them to his lips.
Though her body was buzzing and shuddering in the last tremors of her orgasm, Y/N felt her pussy throb again quickly when she felt Daryl roll her over onto her stomach before moving her onto her hands and knees in front of him. Her belly quivered, she craved the feel of him inside of her, she needed to feel his knot inside of her or she was going to combust. She rolled her hips back against him, rubbing herself against his throbbing erection. Daryl growled against her neck at her teasing. Not being able to wait another second, he took his thick length in his hand and guided it between her legs towards her entrance.
"Alpha…" Y/N gasped, as she felt the swollen, slick head of his cock probing her flesh. She bit her lip when he found her opening. Daryl held her hips, and she swallowed a moan when he pushed into her. He was stretching her in the best way possible.
As soon as he was completely sheathed inside of her, he stopped, and she knew he was letting her get used to the feeling of him. She felt impossibly full, but didn’t need him to be gentle; she needed more. She flexed her thighs, sliding back and forth on him to signal that she wanted him to move. He bit back a moan, as he felt her beginning to move on him. She felt tight around him, her inner walls contracting every time she moved, trying to lock him inside her. His hands gripped her hips to stop her, taking control as he pulled out of her until only his tip was still inside her. She whimpered at the loss of him, but the whimper turned into a loud moan when he thrust back in.
Again, Daryl moved out of her, until just the tip was inside, and then back in fully. He repeated the action a few more times, making Y/N moan. Her thighs trembled, while her body jerked as he rammed into her, the swollen head of his cock pushing and hitting her deep inside. His hips started moving, pumping into her at a demanding, hungry pace. One of his hands left her hip cupping her breast to knead the full mound to try and distract him from her neck. It took all of his willpower not to sink his teeth into the flesh of her throat.
She closed her eyes and let sensations engulf her. Daryl could see her mouth open slightly as a moan escaped her when the friction inside of her was too much, or the head of his cock pushed on a sensitive spot. He gripped her hip harder, moving faster into her, the feel of her around him pushing him further, wanting to go deeper into her for his knot to lock them together. Her face twisted more and more in pleasure as he felt her starting to flutter around him. She felt him grip her hips tighter as his thrusts became faster and more erratic.
Her walls clamped down around his cock, as her orgasm rolled over her. He held her tight when he kept moving against her for his own impending release. He relished the feel of her muscles flexing tightly around his cock. His orgasm coursed through his body as he continued to pump into her, his knot expanding until it was notched inside her. As soon as they were locked, he came hard, filling her completely. His orgasm seemed to go on for hours though he knew it was only minutes. When his body finally came down from his high, he felt like he was going to collapse. Not wanting to crush Y/N, he rolled the two of them onto their sides, wrapped his arm around her, and tucked her head under his chin. “You feel better ‘mega?”
Y/N nodded before yawning, feeling half asleep already. She had been in agony since her heat had come on full force, she tried her best to relieve the ache within her by herself but it wasn’t even close to the satisfaction she was feeling now thanks to the knot now locked inside her. It wouldn’t be too long before her pussy would be throbbing again with need for Daryl.
“Get some rest Y/N,” Daryl ordered. “I’ve got ya.”
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can you analyze the song Out for Love from Hazbin Hotel means to veggies character arc
It's the main theme of the entire series: people can only be redeemed through love.
Hard work, sure. Struggle, sure. Apologies and accountability, of course. But it's ultimately dependent on love.
The only way any lasting change of meaningful measure is made is through love. And yeah yeah it's simplified but it's the main message. Think about Sir Pentious. What is his last action?
Telling Cherri Bomb he loves her.
His sacrifice amounts to nothing at all, but he died to save Cherri alongside all his friends/family in the hotel. It's not a coincidence that Sir Pentious says that line before making his sacrifice: the writers are telling us exactly what they want us to associate his getting into heaven with. Love.
But the song does have really cool Easter eggs so let's go:
I see you're driven by your detestation
Your every step is stoked with animus
You need a different type of motivation
Or there's no way that you can handle this
Obviously, being driven by revenge doesn't work. However, there's a clever play on words here with "animus." See, Vaggie is Charlie's Jungian animus, and vice versa. The anima (or animus) is, inJungian theory, the masculine within the feminine and the feminine within the masculine. The goal is to align with your animus.
We see that in Vaggie and Charlie's respective attitudes and outfits--again, this is simplistic, but as a design choice it was deliberate. Vaggie, the more aggressive one, dresses far more feminine. Charlie, the princess who sings her heart out, dresses in suits. They're each others' animus.
I know you're thirstin' for vengeance, Vaggie
You're out for blood
But you'll only stand a chance if you're out for love
Out for love, love
Think of who you care about, protect 'em and be
Out for love, love
You're gonna fight without gloves, long as you're out for love
Vaggie actually always wears gloves, but fingerless ones, symbolic of how she's partially letting Charlie in but still keeping part of herself back. Except now the truth is out there.
So in the final battle, it's fitting that she has new gloves. It's not practical to fight without them, but she has new ones to reflect her internal change.
Fuel yourself with the fear of losin'
That somebody who's your reason to live
Harnеss your heart, and you can't help choosin'
To fight with all you can give
She's also wearing a harness over her heart, literally taking Carmilla's words to heart. Plus Charlie's in a dress and Vaggie in armor, showing again integration following their reconciliation.
Out for love, love
Think of who you care about, protect 'em and be
Out for love, love
You're gonna fight without gloves
And when that push comes to shove
Yeah, you just might rise above, long as you're out for love
If you're out for love you might rise above... to heaven, like Sir Pentious.
Anyways continuing with my argument that Hazbin is actually theologically fascinating for Christians as a work, the focus on love also is very, uh, Biblically sound, considering 1 John says "God is love," and, well:
If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing. 1 Corinthians 13:1-3
So yeah. Literally angels might have power and be in "heaven," but without love, they are nothing. Which we see in the end when Adam gets stabbed by literally the lowliest at the hotel.
#ask hamliet#hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel meta#vaggie#chaggie#charlie morningstar#sir pentious#cherri bomb
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get him back!
carlos sainz x ex!reader
warnings: not proof-read and swearing
part one | part two | part three | part four below!
now, y/n doesn't care about him anymore
i met a guy in the summer and I left him in the spring,
he argued with me about everything,
he had an ego and a temper and a wandering eye,
he said he's six-foot-two and I'm like: dude, nice try!
she met him in summer, sun shining
left him in the spring, rain pouring
he wouldn't shut his mouth
about all the other girls he could have
such a big red flag,
lied about his height
and a lot more stuff than y/n liked
but in the end
who gives a shit?
but he was so much fun and he had such weird friends
and he would take us out to parties and the night would never end
another song, another club, another bar, another dance
and when he said something wrong, he'd just fly me to france!
but the night outs with him were so damn fun
his stupid friends with their drunk asses
one party after another
and never-ending nights
one party after another
'feeling down, y/n?'
next destination, monaco!
so i miss him some nights when i'm feeling depressed
till i remember every time he made a pass on my friend
do i love him? Do i hate him? i guess it's up and down
if i had to choose, i would say right now,
and so y/n missed those nights
where things would lead to the bed,
but all those times he slept with her friends
could not leave her head
did she really love him?
or hate him?
well...
i wanna get him back
i wanna make him really jealous, wanna make him feel bad
oh, i wanna get him back
'cause then again i really miss him and it makes me real sad
oh, i want sweet revenge and i want him again
i want to get him back, back, back
she wanted vengeance
she wanted to kiss his friends, make him feel sorry
but also
she wanted him for herself
she missed him so damn much
she wanted revenge, she wanted his love
she wanted to get
him
back!
so i write him all these letters, then i throw them in the trash
'cause i miss the way he kisses and the way he made me laugh
yeah, i pour my little heart out, but as i'm hitting 'send'
i picture all the faces of my disappointed friends
'hi carlos'
'how are you?'
'hi bab- oh wait-
you're not my babe anymore'
but i want you so bad
i need you to kiss me and make me laugh
tell me the jokes you tell to her
i want you
come over
here's my address
but oh
goddamn it, y/n
he's not worth anything
your friends will be so disappointed in you
because everyone knew all of the shit that he'd do
he said i was the only girl, but that just wasn't the truth
and when i told him how he hurt me, he'd tell me i was tripping
but i am my father's daughter, so maybe i could fix him!
it was no surprise
that he left y/n
everyone knew he was a son of a bitch
he went with other girls and told her she was the only one
y/n tried so hard
to fix it all, tell him how he'd hurt her
but she was her father's daughter
and her father was no coward
y/n vowed to show carlos what he was missing
oh, i wanna key his car
i wanna make him lunch
i wanna break his heart
stitch it right back up
i wanna kiss his face, with an uppercut
i wanna meet his mum, and tell her her son sucks, yeah!
f1 car or road car, she wanted to destroy it, destroy him
but y/n wanted to make him lunch, tell him how much she loved him
she wanted to make him jealous, break his heart
but she wanted to be the one
to mend it for him
she wanted to kiss his handsome face
with an uppercut
she wanted to meet his mum
and tell her
how her son is
a
liar
reyesvdec <;/3
monday, 23rd march
hi reyes, can you ask carlos where he is? he won't answer my calls.
Hello love, of course!
He's out with some friends, he'll be back later!
ok!
thursday, 25th march
reyes, where is carlos?
reyes, i think he's with someone else
what do i do?
reyes, please
please?
today, 3:54 am
i hate your son, reyes
delivered
AHH i love the little text messages in the end, idk why i liked writing that so much?? also i think this might be the last part but i'll defo write some more carlos and oscar fics if you're up for it!!
what can i say, thank you so damn much for reading my fics, it means the world to me <3
#f1#carlos sainz#formula 1#carlos sainz jr#formula one#cs55#carlos sainz x female reader#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x y/n#carlos sainz fanfic#f1 x y/n#f1 x female reader#f1 x reader#f1 x you#oscar piastri x reader#lando norris x reader#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen x you#cs55 x reader#Spotify
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Yandere platonic Ashoka vs Yandere platonic Darth maul hcs with a Jedi reader who was close to Ashoka till reader left to work with Maul instead.
Sure! Kept the idea general so there may be some spoilers but I don't entirely focus on specific plot points if that makes sense?
Yandere! Platonic! Ahsoka vs Yandere! Platonic! Darth Maul with Jedi! Darling
Pairing: Platonic
Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Manipulation, Overprotective behavior, Angst, Rivalry, Violence, Potential murder, Dubious companionship.
The idea of you and Ahsoka being friends as Padawans only for you to turn to the Dark Side is the idea that came to me for this.
For some reason she noticed changes in you... right up until you disappear.
What happened to you? Well, you found a new master.
Darth Maul.
Darth Maul has been shown to have a lonely life.
For the most part he just cares about vengeance against Darth Sidious and Obi-Wan.
This is the primary reason he is searching for an apprentice.
Which is when he eventually finds you... a disillusioned Jedi.
Once Maul gets his hands on you he cultivates hate and anger within you... making you his to teach and control.
But let's talk about you and Ahsoka first.
You and Ahsoka knew each other for months as Jedi in training.
You had your own master and was well acquainted with Ahsoka and Anakin.
Being Jedi you naturally grew close as allies and even friends.
On missions you often met up to provide aid.
Since Jedi are unable to have close attachments, Ahsoka is the closest you have.
You're friends... protective of one another.
Things most likely don't go downhill until something tragic happens to you.
Maybe your master died?
Even worse, Darth Sidious had them killed or something similar to that.
Somehow an event strong enough to shake your faith occurs and you begin to feel... different.
If we're going based off the idea your master died, maybe you blame The Order for it.
Honestly... you could blame a lot for your tragedy.
Ahsoka most likely notices a change in your aura.
After all, you're close friends!
She couldn't imagine her life without you!
That's why when she notices you feel... darker, she's concerned.
Being her usual kind self she tries to ask you about it.
She fears your actions will turn dark and she'll lose you.
She really doesn't want her best friend to become her enemy.
You try to tell her not to worry about you but she keeps pressing.
She can tell you no longer believe in the Jedi... perhaps even deciding to pursue vengeance and anger.
Ahsoka doesn't want to leave you alone, she wants to convince you not to do what you're about to do.
But eventually a mission will drag her away from you.
Something she regrets deeply... as when she goes to find you, you're gone.
Ahsoka most likely blames herself for your actions.
She has no idea where you went and wonders if she ever could help you.
She doesn't give up on the idea of finding you and making things right... but that brings us to Darth Maul.
Your encounter with Darth Maul was willing.
While he looked for someone to help him with revenge, he met you.
He could even sense the craving for vengeance and rage laying dormant within you... yet traces of it were evident.
As a result... he offers you to join him.
He promises to give you the power you need to soothe your inner torment.
He promises if you help him... you'll be happy.
In the end... you accept.
You become Darth Maul's apprentice.
Originally he plans to just use you to get revenge against his old master and Kenobi by feeding into your hate.
He convinces you the Jedi are useless now and that he can only change things if he has you.
He needs to get rid of his master, his master's puppet, and the one who ruined him.
But he soon realizes he doesn't need you just to obtain his goal.
He appreciates the company you provide.
Your thoughts are similar to one another, allowing you to bond over shared hate.
He manipulates your dark side... making you someone new.
He trains you and learns about you.
Through you he most likely learns about your past friendship with Ahsoka.
He can tell you still care about your fellow Padawan.
Yet why should you?
You should just care about your new master and the new role given to you.
He fears Ahsoka will try to purify your darkness... that she'll take you from him.
So he'll do everything in his power to prevent that.
Ahsoka only gets to meet you again when she has her final confrontation with Maul.
She has never met Maul, only heard of him from Obi-Wan.
Which makes it a big shocker when she meets Maul... and you beside him, clothed in black.
Oh her heart aches.
This is where you went!
You really have given up your role as Jedi.
She can't blame you, by this point she left The Order too.
She understands your pain and betrayal.
But now you've hurt her.
She no doubt tries to get you back, a desperate attempt to convince you to change.
Maul no doubt has the fear of losing you bubble in him again and tells you not to listen.
Ahsoka just wants her friend back, while Maul wants to keep his new apprentice to change fate... neither wants to be alone again.
This final confrontation has different motives than the original in Clone Wars.
This one is about preventing loneliness.
A fight to see who keeps their companion... one whose now torn on who to be with.
You care for Ahsoka as a dear friend... you care for Maul as your master and yet another friend.
You worry you'll lose one of them.
In fact you worry mostly for Maul killing Ahsoka.
You know Ahsoka would never murder... but that look in her eyes scares you.
By the end of this long battle... one of them will have you in the end.
You quickly begin to dread the outcome.
Maybe if you never left Ahsoka... you wouldn't have to see them fight over you.
Or maybe this was your fate all along no matter what you did?
#yandere star wars#yandere ahsoka tano#yandere darth maul#platonic yandere#yandere star wars clone wars
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I am now thinking of a AU where Wake is able to fully communicate with Gideon from the sword and doesn’t become a vengeance spirit or whatever (maybe because Gideon has weird abilities because she’s pretty much a demigod. Idk not the point)
When the murders happen she’s still in her bones but she hears about it and because she dead she just knows. A sickness doesn’t kill everyone at once and it’s exactly the type of thing that Eden would use as propaganda so that’s what she jumps too. Maybe she assumes that Bomb died too and maybe she’s even thankful that John Gaius’s spawn didn’t live to become a necromancer.
But then- a single child lived. The one that no one wanted or knew where she came from. And how can’t she be a little proud of that? That her child survived some necromancer’s plot?
Then a few years later Bomb comes wondering through the tombs. Barely more than a toddler but looks so much like Wake that it’s like seeing her baby pictures come to life. The only thing that doesn’t match are her eyes and she’s healthy in a way that doesn’t match any necromancer she’s ever seen.
Bomb stops right in front of Wakes bones. There is no way she should be able to tell whose bones sit in front of her- she has no name here. That’s been stripped from her in death. But Bomb sits there in front of her and starts babbling. And Wake can’t not listen because she’s dead.
It’s only after it’s been hours that a care taker comes and she learns what they’ve named her. She laughs, as much as a ghost can laugh, and Bomb - Gideon turns around in the caretaker’s arms and laughs right along with her.
Gideon keeps coming back. Over and over, for hours at a time. She sits in front of her mother’s bones in silence while she reads, she babbles about her days, she plays games with only rocks and sticks. And it takes her weeks but Wake realizes that Gideon can hear her.
And what can she do, other than talk to this tiny little version of herself? There is no one else. She’s stuck in this hole of a prison and if nothing else Gideon is so very much her more than she is John Gaius.
Maybe she tells Gideon stories passed down through the ages. Tales of life outside the Houses. Gives her Eden name that only Wake and Gideon know.
#the locked tomb#gideon nav#I like the idea of Wake as a mom#I do think she would kinda try and get Gideon to do some dumb shit#but idk man#the idea of Gideon carrying around her sword KNOWING that her mom is in it would be so funny#commander wake
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God, when you think about it, Harrowhark Nonagesimus is a very loved person. Just by being her brilliant gremlin self.
The Fourth are in awe and bravely willing to risk damning their eternal souls out of fidelity.
The Seventh, though never met, come in clutch because of kindness shown in lieu, and avenging them in their absence.
The Fifth, parental guidance and protection given.
Marta, again, vengeance delivered
Ortus. His whole ass deal.
None of them had to come when they were called, but they did.
The Sixth are so kind an patient with her, whilst treating her with nothing but respect and looking after her with such tender loving care.
The Third, the way Corona handles Nona/Harrow's body (though she says, she knows what Nona is, even if the others don't.)
Ianthe, for all her bluster, seems genuinely willing to risk everything and perhaps burn the world in the process.
Gideon -- the whole point of me is you. My very existence hurts without you.
Pyrrha: trying to give Nona/Harrow some sort of childhood knowing full well she never received it on the Ninth. (On arrival on the Ninth. She wasn't talking about Nona here.)
*Do you think she's ever had any presents? ///// This place was always grim, even back when Ana first started it and its only gotten worse: *paraphrasing*
Even Crux calling her his girlchild. And she referring to him as her nurse maid. How he spoon fed her when she was so mentally unwell she couldn't feed herself.
AND THEN THERE’S GIDEON:
Pyrrha: though rebuffed, trying to be a parent, proving that its never too late to start. Possibly even heart sore that she never got to raise this kid, guilty that Wake's kid had to grow up thinking there was no-one out there that would love them.
Aiglamene willing to throw all propriety and decorum out the window, station be damned, willing to commit insubordination and to tear her lady a new one and black her eyes because she failed to protect Gideon. THE FUCKING FACE TOUCH!!!!!!
Corona's tenderness with Gideon's body. The loving touches.
Cam and Pal's patience and kindness/understanding, even in the face of Gideon being a massive dick. Paul's continued trust/understanding. (though Kiriona is being an asshole) *"Ninth, where have I seen this before? I can’t piece together my memories."*
Ianthe: *Yo bestie! Crafting time!"*
Jeannemary. *"Tell Gideon I said hello!"*
Harrow: sacrificing the most important thing to her, her brain, her intellect, in order to give Gideon a life she was owed. To return that which the Ninth tried to take from her time and time again. Because she loves her, cherishes her so fucking dearly.
With this series:
Addition.
Also finding out that Gideon Prime actually really liked Harrow makes John's orders to assassinate her all the more painful. (Pyrrha says it somewhere.)
"I find the responsibility a hard one to bare." hits so fucking differently after the admission by Pyrrha.
(If reblogging, please use #nona the ninth and #nona the ninth spoilers. Cheers and thankyou.)
#tlt#the locked tomb#gideon the ninth#harrow the ninth#nona the ninth#nona the ninth spoilers#gideon nav#harrowhark nonagesimus
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while wednesday addams isnt what society deems romantic, shes definitely a little jar of romance in her own way. i feel like wednesday would take ages to loosen up around you, but once she does shes following you around like a lost puppy. but she is doing it in her own way of course, she'll also never admit to anyone that shes completely and utterly besotted with you.
you would probably have to be patient and willing to try and teach wednesday about her feelings and what's going on in the early stages of your relationship, either you or enid and enid would probably scare wednesday off with her "loathsome excitement"
anyways, im done rambling now. youre a terrific writer <33
Yes, I absolutely agree with everything.
Contrary to what Wednesday herself might believe — or want — I noticed that she creates bonds with people quite quickly, Enid being a good example; Tyler too, despite what happened, because all it took was him taking the time to understand her and indulge her ideas for her to genuinely like him. And to her own surprise, she doesn't like being lonely.
And that's reason enough for me to believe she'd be a romantic in her own way, as you said.
She might not be one to fall easily, but I feel like when she does, it won't easily go away either. Tho she's definitely one of the worst people handling these feelings, so give her some time and help her out along the way. I feel like she would have some trouble expressing herself too; I doubt she'd use words while doing so, simple acts for showing she cares would probably be the easiest way for her to let you know she does care. Like for example;
It's a given that she'd have that soft spot for you and only you. She'd allow you to touch her more, enjoy it even. I feel like she would like to include you in the things she does, from investigations to vengeance plotting against her classmates (especially when you accept this side of her, girl's gonna be whipped). She would definitely have some possessiveness to her. She would care about your opinion. And she would do little thoughtful things for you; like grabbing some extra food when you're late for lunch, bluntly telling you how much you suck at a certain discipline only to immediately help you with it, sending Thing over to your room to check on you if you haven't seen each other for a while... And yes, she definitely does want to at least have you in her line of sight at least most of the time.
Like genuinely, you'd have to give her time, space if she needs it (just not too much, she wouldn't want that either), feelings are not easy for her to understand, but as she herself said, she's evolving; and I feel like that, after she understands that you wouldn't push her to do anything she doesn't want to, and most especially, you would never break her trust, Wednesday would be the most loyal, attentive and devoted partner you could ever ask for.
I rambled too lol.
Thank you by the way, this means a lot — I feel like I'm repeating myself, but all of your messages literally mean the world to me. <3
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…Welp. Surprise Bad Opinion time I guess :P
Personally, even after ep 6 I still kinda genuinely want at least part of the Solver/Cyn-as-we-know-her’s actions to be actually Cyn, or at least some distorted version of her?
Like, I know Tessa’s dialogue implied more that Cyn was just a puppet of something else + the whole “something made a pact with her” that’s definitely gonna come back later, but like also
tbh in a series with so many good examples of characters driven to terrible actions by their convictions, be it Doll putting vengeance above all else before realizing someone else was infected, Khan getting so lost in his fear he abandoned his own daughter and is still trying to be better, V just trying to put her head down embrace her role and survive while protecting N but only hurting him in the process until Uzi started forcing her to confront it by helping N- hell, even Uzi herself has shades of this in wanting to destroy humanity without really even considering maybe not all of humanity in general is personally responsible for every single bad? Not counting Camp Incident, that was more outside influence induced rampage
Not to disrespect anyone who has another opinion- I think there’s very good options with the other way around too, but like to say it’s just the Solver alone that made Cyn like that, and the Solver is some malicious entity directly responsible for making Cyn the monster she became. Feels kinda boring to me? (Not that I think the Solver’s SAFE mind you- it definitely gives off at the very least major “has side effects of Needs To Kill To Live + does not care what is done with its power beyond that good or bad/blue and orange morality + if the host is at risk it will hijack the host to preserve itself and *only/mainly itself*” vibes)- I feel like there’s a lot of potential in the perspective of like.
What if Cyn’s like an Uzi that gave up on humans and her fellow workers alike, once had that ideal of wanting to change the world only to have it fall into bitterness, then suddenly had all the power in the world to act on it dropped into her lap?
What if Cyn’s a foil to Uzi- an Uzi that got the power to fully destroy humans and DDs and everyone who ever bullied her but wasn’t able to take a step back and find something to care about outside that rage like she did with N in canon?
What if Cyn’s what Uzi could become- if not metaphorically, then literally
Also, NGL Tessa’s not exactly a 100% solid source in my eyes- like. I think she’s telling most of the truth but there’s definitely something deeper going on-
#murder drones#murder drones headcanon#murder drones cyn#cyn murder drones#TLDR *gets in a clown car labelled ‘dumb opinion not technically Disproven by canon yet* Later Nerds!! *crashes headlong into a brick wall*#(also to the one person who tagged this ‘glad to see we all agree’- I see you#and you have unintentionally added the funniest most ironic tag you possibly could’ve#congratulations I the local jester in disguise salute you)
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i think the parallels between mike and brenner are meant to highlight the contrast between their intentions. like mike is doing this out of love and care and determination whereas brenner is acting out of vengeance and a need to control. i just don’t think the purpose of those parallels is to say mike is just like brenner. if anything it’s saying brenner is acting like a child, not considering the safety of another child. mike is not a bad person for acting that way in s1. he’s 12 years old and he just wants his friend back. i think it’s really cool we can find all these parallels but what do you think is the intent of them? what do you think the duffers are trying to tell the audience, what are they trying to draw our attention towards?
Noooo Mike is definitely not just like Brenner, anon! Their intentions are very different as you said. But the way their dynamics with El are comparable… both using her in a way? Housing her… and reaping the benefits of her powers. This does not mean that Mike is a bad person though… it’s more complicated than that. Like you said, he is just a child and he’s trying to get his friend back. He actually cares for her too and feels incredibly guilty when she “died”. That guilt is still present too imo.
As for the writer’s intentions… I think it’s for multiple reasons!
One reason I think is for foreshadowing. I think this scene will parallel Mike and El’s breakup. It’s not gonna be pretty (at first anyway). I mean, we already know that Mike and El are not currently in good terms with each other… they aren’t talking. Mike was lying to El in his speech and he knows it… and El knows it too. She was there. She’s not stupid, and Mike broke a major promise: “friends don’t lie”.
Another reason is Mike’s guilt. This is likely going to be a way for Vecna to target him. I don’t think we talk about the potential of Vecna!El hitting at Mike’s insecurities. Do I think El would accuse Mike in the same severity as she accused Brenner? Probably not. She does care for him too. But… Vecna!El? Oooooh boy. That’ll be intense. (I’d love to see it).
But finally it’s about El’s independence too! “Not Hopper… not Mike… YOU!” This poor girl has been controlled by men her entire life. Brenner… Hopper… Mike. Even though Hopper and Mike have good intentions, she is still… in a way… controlled by them. Brenner’s control is obvious. Hopper is a strict parent who wouldn’t let her leave the house (for her own safety I know but still…), and Mike kind of pushed her into a relationship (though he also felt pushed too to be far.) She’s only had brief moments where she could explore herself and her own identity, like with Max. She needs to be freed! She needs time to explore what she wants in life without the influence of others.
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"You told me it was our duty to hold the realm united against a common foe. By naming me heir, you divided the realm. I thought I wanted it. But the burden is a heavy one. It’s too heavy. If you wish for me to bear it, then defend me. And my children."
Episodes 8
What is your opinion on this speech?
Rhaenyra is absolutely correct that Viserys divided the realm when he named her heir, despite telling her it was her duty to hold the realm united, and that he placed a heavy burden on her shoulders and didn't do a whole lot for her in terms of practical support. I think it's interesting that the show chose to highlight how neither Rhaenyra nor Aegon particularly want to rule. I think for show!Rhaenyra, it makes a good deal of sense. I always got the sense that if Viserys had disinherited her, show!Rhaenyra's pride would be wounded, but she would probably be at least a tiny bit relieved. It's that same pride that won't let her just admit that it might not be worth it, that maybe she'd rather just step back (and there's a cut dialogue with Daemon in which she voices these doubts to him and he immediately shuts her down saying she's weak like Viserys... hm!). In light of this, it isn't particularly out of character for show!Rhaenyra to be considering the peace offer Otto delivers (book!Rhaenyra is another story, she has no doubts and does not give a fuck about keeping the realm united, she wants to win, period). She has a good life on Dragonstone, her kids are out of the public eye and aren't facing accusations of bastardy, and Daemon has his dragon hobby to keep him occupied. She doesn't need the throne, and if it's not actually that important to Viserys, then he should just say so. If he really wants her to be queen and has a good reason for it, then do something. She has a point.
That said, if Rhaenyra doesn't want the burden, she can give it up at any time, and if she actually does want to be heir, she's not doing herself any favors either. She is the one who stayed away, who went to Dragonstone and was absent from court while the green council built up their power base. And while yes, Dragonstone is the official holding of the heir to the throne, most heirs split their time between King's Landing and Dragonstone because it's important for the heir to learn the workings of the realm and to make connections and alliances. Dragonstone is only a few hours away on from King's Landing on dragonback, and it's a relatively small holding with only a few villages, so it's not as if it requires its prince or princess to be in residence at all times. Aside from that, Rhaenyra also had three bastard children and put them in the line of succession, which she knew was going to cause problems (and in this, Viserys did offer her a ton of support, including allowing his own son's maiming to go unpunished and Vaemond to be killed to maintain that lie). So it kind of goes both ways. Rhaenyra acts like she doesn't really care all that much about being heir beyond the validation it gives her, that she is the favorite child, the one he chose, and Viserys stubbornly keeps her as heir but does nothing to shore up her claim or mitigate the threats against her, and it's divided the realm despite Viserys insisting the realm must remain united, so what are we actually doing here? I liked this scene, I think it reveals a good deal about show!Rhaenyra's mindset.
I think if done well, the show can have Rhaenyra really spiraling due to grief and rage, going from feeling like she should preserve the peace and that maybe it isn't worth it, to feeling like she has to win out of spite (and I think this can apply to both sides. You have Otto and Rhaenys giving Alicent and Rhaenyra similar speeches in the trailer) and a desire for vengeance. I don't... hate this? But the show has to stop giving Rhaenyra the chosen one rightful heir halo and admit that she doesn't go to war for the good of the realm, but for her own very personal reasons.
#asks#hotd discussion#anti viserys i targaryen#anti rhaenyra targaryen#anti team black#but not really in this post#just putting that there because people get weird#anti viserys is always real though
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