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The Things We Do For Love
pairing: Aegon x Velaryon(Strong)! Reader
request: hiiii I wanna drop this idea about a secretly in love Aegon Aegon is engaged to Rhaenyra's daughter, she is sweet and has always been in love with him, although Aegon doesn't seem to see her in the same way,he is always considerate of her since they're childrens. Until one day when an old suitor of reader asks to fight for her hand and Aegon doesn't answer anything, he just makes a joke and leaves,reader doesn't show it but she feels sad about it and thinks that Aegon will never be able to love her in the same way and When she is on her way to ask Rhaenyra to dissolve the engagement Alicent stops her and takes her to the secret place where Aegon was training with Aemond, she tells her that Aegon asked her brother to help him train so he can defend her hand since he is in love with her, only he doesn't fight that well and he didn't want to lose the fight because of her hand and she eventually talks to Aegon and he jokes about it and reader tells him that he doesn't need to fight for something he already has, confessing that she's in love with him, even when he's a bad fighter.
note: love this request it felt very soft i love soft Aegon 💚
warnings: language
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You could remember the exact moment you had fallen in love with Aegon Targaryen. Down to the very position of the sun in the sky, the feeling of the summer breeze on your skin.
When you were little, the majority of your childhood was spent in King’s Landing. Eager to ease the tensions between both sides of his family, King Viserys quickly announced your betrothal to Aegon when you were both still babes in the cradle.
It was not an arrangement of love, merely one of duty. Aegon and you grew up beside each other knowing you would be wed someday. It was a fact you felt fairly comfortable with until feelings of love began to blossom.
“She is not frightening, (Y/N), I promise,” Helaena told you, holding a rather large spider from her fingers. It dangled from her delicate fingers, long limbs stretching towards you. You could count every single one of its black beady eyes, looking up at you.
You adored your aunt Helaena, but her strange fascination with long-legged insects was not a passion you shared. Aegon spotted you both from across the garden, noticing your pale face and coming to your aid.
“(Y/N) doesn’t like spiders, Hel,” Aegon said, putting his hands on your shoulder, “she’s just too polite to say so.”
Helaena hummed to herself, smiling softly before turning away from you both. She crept deeper into the garden to release her friend.
“Are you alright?” Aegon asked, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. Your cheeks turned pink at his chivalry. Aegon was not often outwardly kind. You forced a nod, which caused him to grin.
“Good,” he said, patting your head, “can’t have you dying on me.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” you told him, nearly breathless.
That was the end of it. You were suddenly thrown into adoration for the silver-haired prince.
“Fetch me another cup, Y/N,” Aegon called, at the funeral of Laena Velaryon. You nodded, eager to please your betrothed. Aemond scowled at this, distraught at the way Aegon treated you.
“She is not a servant,” he told his elder, “she is a princess, your future queen.”
“She’s a sweet girl, she does what I ask,” Aegon tells his brother, watching you depart, “and she will not be my queen for many years.”
Aemond rolled his eyes.
“I am sorry for your loss, Lady (Y/N),” Willas Follard said when you returned to the Red Keep following the funeral.
His cheeks turned red whenever he spoke to you. Willas was a kind boy and a ward of the crown.
“Mayhaps someday we shall be wed,” he had told you once as you strolled through the training wed.
You had looked at him with a confused expression on your pretty face, though his eyes were hopeful.
“I am betrothed, my lord,” you told him, causing him to frown.
“We shall see, my lady,” he promised before taking his leave.
Years later you were still eager to please your betrothed, at his beck and call. You had hoped love would grow in his heart as the years passed, but it seemed that Aegon was destined to see you as only a child. Only someone he was pleased with, nothing more.
When he became a man, Lord Willas decided it was time to ask Aegon for your hand. He saw how your uncle was with you, treating you not as a lover nor a wife. He believed Aegon would hear him out.
“Were you dropped on your head as a child?” Aegon questioned, face scrunched up in confusion.
“N-no my prince-”
“(Y/N) is a princess,” Aegon said, enunciating the words, “what on earth would she want with you?”
Your ears perk up at the sound of your name. You had been lounging on the steps leading to the sunken courtyard, nose buried in a book. You hadn’t noticed when Willas had passed you, making a beeline toward Aegon. The two men are lost in their conversation, not paying you any mind.
You close your book and stand as the conversation appears to take a turn for the worst. Lord Willas has turned rather red in the face as Aegon laughs in front of him.
“Then I wish to challenge you!” Lord Willas says, voice shaking.
Your breath catches in your throat. Aegon tilts his head to the side, an incredulous grin breaking out across his face.
“Prepared to meet the Stranger so soon, are you?” Aegon teases, a laugh rolling through him.
Willas’ face flushes a darker shade of red as Aegon tilts his head back, continuing his laughter. Your stomach churns. Surely Aegon cannot be serious. Surely he would not risk losing you?
“I wish to challenge you, to a duel for Lady (Y/N)’s hand,” Willas says, this time with more confidence.
Aegon’s laughter dies down, he suppresses the giggles that still flow.
“I’m shit with a sword,” Aegon confesses, the smile never leaving his lips. He is like a madman in that way, always smiling.
Lord Willas does not answer him, his glare speaks for itself.
“Very well,” Aegon says, opening his arms, “it shall be a quick duel then.”
He turns and continues his leave.
“When, then?” Lord Willas calls.
“Give me a week, lord,” Aegon says with a groan, not turning around.
Your cheeks are flushed, with embarrassment and hurt. The entire thing was a joke to him then. Your worst fears are coming true. Aegon will never love you the way you did him. He was willing to lose you so easily, you could already feel yourself slipping away from him. Tried and hurt, you retreated to your chambers for the rest of the evening.
Your mother Rhaenyra could sense something was wrong when you had your food delivered to your chambers for the second day in a row. She brought it upon herself to visit you when you could not be coaxed from your chambers by any of your brothers, or your stepfather.
Rhaenrya rapped her knuckles against the wood of your door, hearing a soft ‘enter.’
You lay curled up in your feather bed, where you had remained the past couple of days.
“Daughter,” Rhaenyra called, “my sweet love, let us fetch you a bath and get you dressed.”
You cried the entire time your mother helped bathe you. It was as though you were a small child again, as she poured the warm water on you, and stroked your smooth hair with sweet-smelling oils. Your mother’s comfort released all the emotions you had desperately tried to hide.
“He does not want me,” you sobbed, “he has never wanted me and I have been so blind, so naive all these years not to see it.”
“Shh, my sweet girl,” Rhaenyra said, helping dry your hair, “come, let us get you dressed.”
As your mother helps you dress, another knock comes on the door and Queen Alicent makes an appearance.
“Princess Rhaenrya,” she says, nodding to your mother, “Princess (Y/N).”
You only hope Queen Alicent does not notice the red that rims your eyes.
“I wondered if you might accompany me on a walk, the gardens are quite lovely this time of day,” Queen Alicent asks, much to your surprise.
You had hoped to continue the conversation of dissolving your engagement with your mother. Lips trembling, you nod. You need some fresh air, being cooped up inside for days is not good for your head, no matter how sad you are.
As you walk through the halls of the Red Keep you make up your mind.
“I wish to dissolve the engagement,” you tell Queen Alicent. She squeezes your arm, a concerned look on her face.
“Do not be rash with this decision, my love,” she tells you, smoothing some hair from your face.
“I have thought long and hard about it,” you insist, “Aegon shall never love me the way I love him. It would not be fair to either of us.”
Alicent purses her lips, leading you further towards the gardens, down a narrow path. The hedges were tall around you, roses sprouting from them hiding you from the rest of the palace.
“OW!” you heard Aegon’s voice from over the hedges. You frown, looking towards Alicent who has a small smile on her lips.
“Did you hear that?” you ask, with a confused expression on your face.
“I told you to keep your guard up,” Aemond’s voice called from the same direction Aegon’s was heard.
You peered around the corner watching what was going on. Aegon was shaking his wrist, his sword on the ground, and a pained expression on his face. Aemond was shaking his head, adjusting the grip on his sword.
“This is barbaric,” Aegon said, grabbing his sword.
“This would be quite easier if you paid any mind to our lessons as children,” Aemond scolded, motioning for Aegon to hold up his sword.
“I did not imagine finding myself in this situation,” Aegon grumbled, as Aemond launched towards him.
“Your right side Aegon,” Aemond said roughly, before slapping his sword over Aegon’s rib, knocking the wind from him. The sword clanged to the stones once more.
“The Mother, have mercy,” Aegon gasped, doubling over. Aemond smirked, clearly enjoying this, wiping some sweat from his brow.
“What are they doing?” you whisper to Alicent as the brothers continue to fight. Alicent smiles softly, bringing a hand to stroke your hair.
“Aegon has been training for the duel that Lord Willas demanded,” she tells you, causing your heart to swell.
“What?” you whisper.
“He has been practicing all week,” Alicent tells you, gazing fondly at her son. You give her a confused look.
“Why?” you ask.
“Men do strange things for the women they love,” she tells you, causing you to scoff.
“Aegon does not love me,” you assure her, eyes flickering back toward him. Alicent smiles and follows your gaze.
“Oh?” she questions and you give her a quick nod.
“Come on, quickly now!” Aemond says as Aegon rushes to pick up his fallen sword once more, “do you believe your opponent shall wait for you to pick up your sword?”
“I expect him to be less of a twat than you-OW!”
You stifle a giggle, and Alicent grabs your arm.
“Quickly, lest we be found,” she says, urging you towards the castle.
You wait for Aegon in the training yard, hoping to spot him when he goes to return his sword. He is bruised and bloody when he finally appears, silver hair wet with perspiration. Though you hate to see him groaning with pain, it sends a thrill through you to see him so roughed up.
“Aegon,” you softly call and he drops his sword once more. He truly is careless with the blade.
“Princess,” he says, scrambling to grab his sword.
“Whatever has happened to you, my prince?” you ask, feigning confusion.
Aegon smiles, then winces as it tugs on his split lip. He has a nasty bruise appearing on the top of his cheekbone as well.
“I fell,” he tells you, releasing a breathy laugh. Your eyes fall to the sword in his hands, and he follows your gaze.
“With my sword,” he continues, “I fell with my sword.”
“You fell with your sword,” you repeat as he returns the blade to its place with the other training swords.
“Mhmm,” he says facing you once more, lips tightly pursed together.
You nod, slowly walking closer to Aegon. He sticks his tongue against his cheek as you approach, nervously shifting from one foot to the other.
“I saw you,” you tell him, causing his violet eyes to widen. You smile at his surprise.
“Why do you train with Aemond?” you ask, “why the sudden interest in the sword?”
Aegon opens his mouth, then closes it again. He brings a hand up to his chin, as though trying to think of a witty response.
“Aegon,” you say before he can think of something clever.
He sighs.
“Lord Willas was serious about your hand,” he tells you, a blush beginning to form on his cheeks.
Your face softens as he continues.
“I am no knight, but,” he bites his lip, trying to find the right words, “I do not wish to lose you, (Y/N).”
You step closer, placing a hand on his chest. Aegon meets your eyes.
“You cannot lose what you have always had,” you tell him, heart beating erratically. You laugh softly, shaking your head.
“Aegon, I have always been yours.”
Aegon brings a hand to your cheek, caressing the smooth skin, before bringing his lips to yours. The kiss is soft and sweet, sending butterflies from your stomach all the way down to your toes. You sigh as he pulls away.
“I am pleased to hear that,” Aegon murmurs, mouth so close the words brush against your lips, “for I have loved you far longer than I care to admit.”
You giggle against his mouth, the sound swallowed by another kiss, his free hand snaking around your waist.
“And I you,” you tell him, breaking away for a breath. His lips move to your neck, as he chuckles.
note: hope you enjoyed it 💚
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the postcard legacy challenge: generation 1 (the farmer)
willa ballantine - animal enthusiast, goofball, clumsy
You have always craved a humble countryside life. Waking up at 5am to water your crops, taking care of your animals and spending your evenings with your family are what you desire for your life. You have always valued your family, farm, and animals. Move to Henford and meet a like minded individual who you will fall in love with. You will have inherited 25k to build your home.
Objectives:
have “simple living” and “wild foxes” as lot challenges for your home
have at minimum 1 llama, 1 cow, and 1 chicken coop
get the “green thumb” reward trait
complete the plants collection
win at least 3 times at the finchwick fair in henford
befriend wild birds and bunnies
all children must complete the mental aspiration
complete the country caretaker aspiration
master the gardener career (botanist branch)
master these skills: cross-stitching, gardening
Here are the original rules. I’ve tweaked the objectives a bit just to make it a little more challenging for myself so we’ll see if I can complete everything! 🤠
*lot by @ElliandraYT on the gallery
#dixie#postcard legacy challenge#postcard legacy#the farmer#ts4#ts4 gameplay#ts4 legacy#simblr#sims 4#ballantine 1#willa ballantine
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My DIY WellieWishers Playhouse
A few weeks ago, I found this Our Generation brand beach house at a secondhand shop. A little doll playhouse has been on my wish list for a long time, specifically because I wanted to renovate it into a customized dream home for my five dear sweet Wellies!
I love these little kiddos. They’re so cute and charming. I had originally only planned to get Emerson, but then I found Willa at a thrift store and couldn’t resist adding the rest after that. And I love making clothes for them, including these particular outfits.
Ultimately I would have been thrilled to find the actual WellieWishers playhouse secondhand.
But I’ve never seen it in any thrift store. And this is retired so it’s as expensive on the secondhand market as it was when it was available new from American Girl.
I also noticed, when looking at other people’s photos of their dolls using this house, that it’s actually very small. It’s not meant to accomodate all the Wellies.
So I started looking for an Our Generation brand house, since they make tons of larger-scale doll house playsets. They’re actually made for 18 inch dolls, but they fit 14 inch Wellies a bit better. The Seaside Beach House playset seemed like a good choice. Here’s how it originally looked:
When bought new, it comes with lots of small accessories, mostly food and dishes. The one I found and bought didn’t come with any of the accessories, which was fine. If there were any that I absolutely needed, I could make them.
Once I acquired it, I got to work with the renovations.
Kendall helped me out, since she’s crafty and likes to make things.
First I took out the plastic bench. It folds out into a bed that can fit one 18 inch doll or two 14 inch dolls. Then I moved the kitchen around so that the shelves fit under the window and open up the floor, making it all one room instead of two rooms.
This did unfortunately disconnect the power source for the overhead light and all the little kitchen and beach sound buttons. But I plan on replacing them with maybe something better.
Once everything was rearranged, I painted and wallpapered the walls. Then I added all the little accessories.
With the kitchen moved, the little porthole window is above the sink, which looks nice. I added a roll of paper towels and some hand soap by the sink.
The Wellies are only six years old and not allowed to have very hot things that can bun, so their stove and oven are for pretend play.
The fridge is “real” and holds their snacks. To the left of that you can see the oven and underneath that, a second oven that I told the Wellies is actually a dishwasher. I took the handle off until I decide how to make it look like a dishwasher.
With the countertop underneath the row of windows, the plants can get some nice direct sun. To the left of the plants is the girls’ microscope. On the upper shelves are gardening supplies.
Emerson’s job is to water the potted herbs.
The top shelf is for toys. I had a great time compiling all these mini toys for the girls: two little rabbits, a troll, real metal toy trains, a koosh ball, a slinky, and dinosaurs. The second shelf holds dishes. The bottom shelf has mini American Girl books and magazines, plus some microscope slides, a deck of cards, and a flower press.
This little bench, and the stuffed lamb, were also recent thrift store finds. My aunt made the two stuffed chickens. I made the felt cactus.
It’s kind of small and will only sit one Wellie or two smaller dolls, but it’s too cute to not use.
I made the pom pom rug also. The carpet is a rectangle of soft velour fabric. I’m still undecided whether to use carpet or to make a faux wooden floor.
The door has a screen in the window, and the window moves up and down to let in a breeze. Attached to the outside screen is a little plastic bug.
On the right of the door are two seahorse-shaped hooks to hold jackets and hats.
The door locks, too!
There’s still room outside to put up the table and chairs I made for the Wellies last summer.
And there’s room for younger siblings to come by and play.
Behind the house is the wooden tree swing, a perfect place to enjoy the evening breeze.
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I saw your post about asoiaf character headcanons https://www.tumblr.com/hchollym/656295257177276416/who-are-some-of-your-head-cannons-for-characters and I’m begging for more Willas Tyrell headcanons! Anything you have! What is he into? You said he makes nerdy jokes. Whats his personality like?
How does he feel about the whole “potentially engaged to Sansa thing” and how did he feel when she was forced to marry Tyrion? (I cant imagine he would have been in love w her immediately if they married, bc she is 13 (3 years younger than Margery) and he is at least in his 24-27ish in current book canon)
It's been a while since I got an asoiaf ask, so this was fun! 😃
I'm sorry it took so long to respond though. 🙁
More Willas Tyrell Headcanons:
-He has brown curly hair and hazel eyes.
-He's definitely an introvert. He's very kind and genuine, and some people are drawn to that (like Oberyn), but he's not naturally charming or assertive, so he finds social situations a little more difficult to navigate.
-He enjoys astronomy (since he likes looking at the stars) and drawing/painting (since he drew pictures for Margaery when she was little).
-He's not great at expressing his feelings. He knows how to - he's very self-aware - but he has a tendency to hide his insecurities/sadness and keep things inside, because he already feels physically vulnerable due to his leg, and he's afraid to be emotionally vulnerable too.
-He loves all animals (including cats and dogs), and he always names them after historical figures.
-He can never admit it out loud (because he's a Tyrell), but he gets tired of the smell/sight of roses (they have far too strong of a floral scent). Because of this, he grows his own little garden of Iris Blue Rhythms (but he has it fenced off because they're toxic to dogs). These flowers are a pretty blue and lemon-scented (which is actually his favorite scent, because he loves how fresh it smells).
Headcanons About Willas' Thoughts on Sansa:
-I'm not sure he even knew about the plan until after it was ruined. Mace didn't know, and Olenna may very well have kept that secret close to her chest until after she arrived in King's Landing.
-Once he found out, he was definitely concerned by her age. Even by Westeros' standards, Sansa was still young for marriage, and since she was three years younger than Margaery (his baby sister), he saw her as a child.
-He protested an immediate wedding and argued for a long betrothal, and he only backed down when Margaery told him about the abuse Sansa suffered at Joffrey's hands. At that point, he realized that marrying her quickly was the only way to protect her, and he agreed because it was the chivalrous thing to do.
-He was horrified when he found out that she was married to Tyrion, because 1. Her age was still a factor, and he assumed that Tyrion would consummate the marriage; 2. Tyrion was a part of the family that killed Sansa's father, and he knew that would be traumatizing for her, especially because it meant that she would be stuck around the Lannisters for the rest of her life; and 3. He knew Sansa imagined a much "better" husband than a dwarf (and by Westeros' tradition, it was honestly an insult to marry her to Tyrion).
-He was also disappointed because he knew that Sansa was the best political match he could ever make, and even if she never loved him, he thought that she would at least enjoy Highgarden & he would keep her safe.
Thanks for the ask! 😊
#ask me#callmekohaii#willas tyrell#sansa x willas#my headcanons#asoiaf#a song of ice and fire#my thoughts#my opinion
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Willa Yukimura-McDonald, aka Miss (later Mrs.) Weatherly Chanelle: leader of the Guardeners!
Powers: Can control/manipulate weather from drawing the electromagnetic energy from the Earth's surface, bending elements.
Willa is the youngest/adopted daughter of Old McDonald, who had a fascination with asking impossible questions about the weather and the world around her. She later became a weather reporter in Storybrook.
Her name means "will; desire, and protection."
Princess Blossom Twinkletoes, aka Flower Power: second in command of the Guardeners!
Powers: Can manipulate plant life by dancing. She can create any type of plant depending if she focuses hard enough or depends on her emotions.
Blossom is one of twelve flowering daughters of a king and queen from "The Twelve Dancing Princesses" who all came from several types of flower seeds and grew in the couple's garden. She becomes a dance teacher.
Her outfit is heavily based on hippies/disco culture. Her name means "flower-like"
She's very sensitive to very cold and hot temperatures and loud noises, among many others. She has hypersesthesia/sensory processing disorder.
Laurie Mary-Jane Dolittle, also known as Nurse Vetico: member of the Guardeners!
Powers: Can communicate with animals. Using her helmet, she can send messages even further if her team needs backup. She can also heal others, making her the healer/nurse of the team.
Laurie is the younger daughter of Dr. John Lloyd-Dolittle (and aunt of current day Dr. Dolittle. The trait of communicating animals was passed down from many generations. She later becomes a veterinarian.
Though she loves purple and pink, she wears blue in her hero form since blue is a calming color and helps ease those animals who are injured.
Her name means "symbol of victory."
Coral Reef, also known as Zena-Waste: member of the Guardeners!
Powers: Can manipulate water and bend the matter (turning it into ice, turning it into steam, etc). She can also use her Cadabra-Grabbers (her arm braces) to grab tons of trash.
She's the daughter of a Mermaid and a sea monster (current day aunt of the Little Mermaid). She's missing her left leg due to it being caught in a ship's blade (her tail is also affected). She has a hard time swimming and uses floats to support herself.
Her entire outfit is made from reused plastic, bags, papers, and metals.
Her name means "sea growth."
Here are my fan made group of Super Readers, taking place in the late 60s to the 70s! They used the powers of nature to protect the Earth and teach others how they can protect their Earth and be more eco-friendly!
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Princess Tea Party ft Temperence and Willa ☕👑
Little drabble for this event created by my friend @writing-heiress
(Temp and Willa and co are still under re construction so things may change when i update their bios)
One would think that the daughter of the Glace Duchy’s former prime minister and the marchioness of the Glace Duchy would be excited to be invited to such an event, yeah?
No, Willa couldn’t really care less while Temperence would be confused as to why he was invited
Regardless they still had to go, afterall it would be rude to not attend and besides this could open up opportunities to get attendees from other schools to soon visit Dulcisregnum to witness a racing event.
Once they would make it to the botanical garden Temperence would persuade Willa to try and make some new friends and she would for the most part as long as the others don’t mind her nonchalant demanour.
While Temp would hang around with “Rhyme” and give a grand introduction for the fair lady. Isn’t Temp just a gem~<3
As for attire Willa would wear a floral yellow dress while Temperence would wear a purple ruffled dress as seen under the cut.
#temperence#willa#dorm writes🍬#its been a while since i have done this#i'm glad tho it feels nice to let loose#twst oc#fan event#princess tea party
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The Heart Don't Lie Chapter 88
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“Owe, owe!” She walks back and forth in the front garden. One hand holding her tightening uterus, the other on her back. Willa, with Bethany strapped to her chest, walks with her. Jamie is on the way back from Inverness, where he has a business meeting. The baby wasn’t due for two more weeks
“They have their own timeline, daddy.” Was his daughter ‘s reply. She rang him when Claire ‘s contractions were seven minutes apart.
Now she helps her through increasingly strong ones.
“Breath mama. Good. Now pull one in and let it out slow. One less and one more closer to the baby.”
Claire does and feels the relief as the tightening let’s go of her body, for now.
A midwife will be called when they are four minutes apart. After watching her daughter give birth with such ease, she decided that this one will be born at home, baring any complications.
They start walking again. Inside the house, Jenny and Rose set up the portable birthing pool.
“She is a brave woman, doing this without pain relief.” Jenny starts filling the pool up.
“The midwife can bring gas and air,” her niece reminds her, “but Willa had Bethany without it.”
Jenny shakes her head. “I ken. We do make strong women in this family.”
“That we do auntie.”
Jamie parks and has the door open almost before the car stops. He runs over to his wife and daughter. A quick smile down at Bethany who gives her pappy a toothless one back, then his full attention is on his wife.
“I am here love.” In the middle of a contraction, she simply reaches out and takes his hand. He holds it as she breaths through the latest pain.
“That was four minutes, mama. I will ring the midwife.”
“Thank you darling,” Willa takes out her mobile and does, “Jamie, did you finish your meeting?”
“Aye, enough for Ian to take over. Are you sure about this?” Jamie was more then a bit nervous about the idea.
“I am. Woman have given birth out of hospital a lot longer than in. It will be fine.”
She sits in the pool, surrounded by the midwife and her family. Her eyes are closed as she rides out the pain. They come every two minutes now. She is close. The midwife places the Doppler on her bump and the reassuring sounds of the baby’s heartbeat fill the room.
“Ahhh,” she moans, thrashing against Jamie, who supports her, “No! No! No!”
“Almost there love,” the midwife sooths, “one step closer.”
“I can’t ! I can’t!”
“You are Claire.” Jenny says. She holds her hand.
“I am so proud of you mama.”
“You’re an inspiration.” Rose adds. She is surrounded by women, all but Jamie. Ian and Andrew mind the little children.
“Don’t want to be an inspiration, just done!”
“You almost are,” The midwife checks her, “there is just the barest rim still there.”
A few moments later.
“Need to push!”
“Follow your body’s instincts.”
She squeezes Jenny and Jamie’s hands as she bears down. It feels good to work with and not against her pains.
“Grand job, mama. I see more of the head.”
She tries to remain soundless, putting all her focus on moving her child down and out.
“Perfect!” Jenny agrees. She can see her niece or nephew slowly emerging, “keep that up and you will soon have a baby.”
Her eyes close tighter as she battles through the ring of fire and her baby’s head is crowned.
“Gentle pushes now. That is it. Breath the baby out,” She simply eases the baby out, “reach down Claire and lift your baby up!”
She does as her family cries.
“It is a lad! Oh, hello Micah!” Jamie says through his tears.
#my writing#outlander fanfic#the heart don't lie#chapter 88#jamie and claire#outlander fandom#cannon divergence#modern au
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Deliciously dark! Aemond x oc (Snow falls, chapter 18: Reading
CONCEPT:
You are Willa Wyldewoods, lady of Wyldecrest. After being denied your hand in marriage, Aemond murders your family and makes himself Lord of WyldeCrest, out-powering you. He claims you as his wife and spoils, He commands and goes over your home now and as you will learn right now: No one is safe under his reign. Not even you.
WARNINGS: Painplay, smut, rough sex, himulation, aemond being an asshole to his wife, dom/sub themes, cussing, torture, pleasure control and denial and other dark smuttish things but its consentual, spankings, choking, aemond getting off on willa/oc's pain and being a sadist, oc being a sub. NECROMANY AND MAJOR CHARACTER DEAD AS WELL AS LOSS OF A CHILD (passed) FOR THIS CHAPTER: MC being a sub for aemond and aemond being a dark demon from hell.
The former queen does not waste any time to make you uncomfortable. You are once again reminded of your duties. But also of your loss. You did not know you were with child when you lost the baby.
It is silly. You did not know. You were not looking forward to being a mother. You loathed the idea of carrying his children and bringing them into this world.
So why do you feel so miserable whenever someone reminds you that you need to make heirs again? You said yourself it was fine. You lied.
Alicent and you walk through the halls of the redkeep, heading to the gardens. Guards salute her whenever she passes. "The king will likely discuss a few things with Aemond. We should have our own little conversation."She says as if you are friends. You perhaps once loathed that idea, but now you welcome it. Who knows what information the former queen has on Aemond?
You do not beat around the Bush. You can not have the luxury of being the wide-eyed innocent doe woman anymore. That girl died. "You want to know if I am with child, do you not?" You ask, but you already know her answer.
She chuckles. "You have changed, haven't you?" She remarks. You have. More than you like to admit.
But she picks up the bait. "Well, are you?"
You nod, lost in thought as you figure out what to tell her. "I was. I lost my child." That is the truth. Without mentioning any blood sacrifices and necromancy. Just a simple truth. Your child was killed by the blade of an assasin.
While she did ask you, while you do see some sadness in her eyes, her voice is cold as a stone, and her lips are the same cruel line as her son's sometimes are. "Does Aemond know?"
He does. He even died defending it. And his child died defending Aemond. The child saved his life without him knowing so. The only reason Aemond is here today is because of the child you both concieved. "He knew it before I did." You still question as to how he knew before you even did, but perhaps he had contact with the maester. He likely knows the signs and is very observant. You are anything but.
Protective sex was never on your agenda with Aemond. He made sure to squirt himself empty inside of you, fulling your hot warm cunt with loads of his cum.
Just the thought of his hands smacking your ass, forcing your head down and spreading your legs when ravishing you makes you blush. You enjoyed the break you and Aemond had in the middle of the road, him just fucking you in the grass as if you were just two commoners. Politics, Houses and crowns were far away when he fucked you as if you took that eye away yourself.
You shake the thoughts off you and force a tight-lipped smile. Alicent Hightower surprises you by touching your shoulder in a sympathetic and kind matter. It reminds you of your own mother.
"We only had one conversation before, and I have given you no reason to trust me, but trust my words as a mother..." She leans in and her big eyes speak volumes. You see a mother glancing back at you, a mother that fears the same as any mother. The day that the Stranger comes to take her children away. "My heart breaks for both of you."
You ignore her sympathy. You refuse to bend the bridge she destroyed. Part of why Aemond treated you the way he did, was because of how she and her husband raised him. Alicent knew that Aemond forced himself upon you for nights in a row and that you were humiliated and beaten. But she never stepped in to defend you. She called it a privilege to be touched by her son; to carry royal valyrian offspring.
You snort. "Aemond will have to wait for his perfect heir." You still can picture him so clearly when he told you that you were to give him seven sons. For every kingdom each.
You arrive in the garden. You see a familair wirewood tree. You feel much more at ease and the smell of it comforms you.
For the second time that you met her, Alicent loses her patience and the control of her emotions. "It is not Aemond why I keep pushing for a heir." She gestures to the tree."Do you know how many time considered killing myself when I was married to the king?" You turn around, shocked by her confession.
You didn't realize that the former queen was that unhappy. To be a queen always seemed fun and special to you. But it is a golden cage. "No." You confess quietly when she does not speak.
She scoffs at your idiocy. You feel foolish. "More times than I can count. I felt the walls closing in. The duty of the Queen was serving the king. You know what kept me going?" You do not. You endured the same and you barely understand how you are here today.
Her grab on your hands becomes intense almost painful.
"My children. Always. The idea of leaving them in this world...it would be cruelty." She looks at the windows of the keep, as if picturing something. "A child, dear Willa. It will make your life much more brighter and full of new joy. Aemond likely will not be that interested in raising the child, but he will make sure both of you are comfortable."
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You do not stay long with the former Queen. Alicent had work to do and you have no desire to remain alone in the castle garden under guard and in sight of the tree that reminds you how far away from home you are.
You miss the snow and the cold bite on your skin. You miss reeling and you miss the way you would welcome the warmth when entering your house, the Wyldecrest.
A guard speaks to you kindly in a hushed voice. His eyes are a blue almost silver colour and he helps you to the stairs. "May I escort you to your husband's chambers? You are expected to stay with him." He says, and you understand that you have no say in the matter.
"That is quite alright, yes thank you. This place is like a maze." You chuckle but he is silent. You frown and scold yourself and demand yourself to remain silent for the remainder of the travel.
You are relieved when you finally reach Aemond's chambers. Two guards are guarding his rooms yet you are let inside. You feel tiny and small as you pass through the big doors into the chambers of the prince.
A welcome smell of fire and wood welcomes you and you rush inside, eagerly taking in the luxuries. The silk pillows on the counch and the soft linen on his bed. You sit down on the bed. It
You notice a desk and even a bookshelf in the corner of the room. You pick a few titles that seem interesting and start flipping through the pages, reading information about valyria and reading adventure books.
Yet it does not quite statisify you. Good thing you have one book that belongs to yourself. One of the few things that still belong to yourself.
From your bag, you unpack the book you saved and start by the naughty scene.
You start in the middle of the book. You reread the first few lines before the scene starts, as you enjoy reading about the pirate teasing his princess.
The words that you read hit your core, setting it briefly alight. Yet you would be a fool not to notice that your desires have changed. The book used to do, but it no longer is enough. You need more. Much more.
You worry about many things. The assassins, the king, the wars, the succession, and your own losses as well as your home that is million miles away. You reread the first few lines over and over again. You are hungry. You need someone to take your mind of things before you go mad.
You hear a loud cough near your ear. Your waist is grabbed as you squeek helpless against your attacker. You are pushed on the desk with your face and torso. You kick helplessly as your attacker chuckles. "Little foxes should be wary. You never know who might sneak up behind you." You sigh in relief by hearing Aemond's voice. Your fright becomes appreciation. Your muscles relax under his iron grip, and you accept that you will lay on the desk.
You are relieved. You do not know who else would dare to touch you but you rather not find out. You understand very well that your husband can read your body. Your red cheeks and your soft panting.
"I'm glad you are back." You confess, your voice soft. "I was reading one of my own books."
Aemond chuckles, and you can not help but blush. He knows very well that it is the book that makes your tummy tingle as he described it himself. "Good. Reading is very important. Yet I worry you might be reading the wrong thing. I went to the library and handselected a few appropriate novels for you to enjoy." You are pulled to stand. You watch as Aemond shows off three in leather bound boring looking books. You read the titles and none of it speaks to you.
You sigh.
"These seem so boring."
In the eyes of the prince grows a dangerous twinkle of mischief.
"Yet you will read each and every one of them, word for word." You carefully compose your face, but inwardly, you roll your eyes.
You pick the book with the blue leather cover and let the other two be. You open the book on his desk and start reading. You feel Aemond's hands hold your shoulders.
The story is about a noble lady. You recognise a lot of yourself in her. She, too, had everything. She, too, lost everything. You read the first few pages with genuine interest before you come to the next chapter.
Where the lady gets stolen by an enemy. Your husband takes out the chair and sits down on it, patting his lap. "Come sit."
You obey almost blindly and enchanted without fuss. Aemond wraps his arms around you, and you continue reading the book on his lap.
The enemy is a very charming yet dangerous Knight from a neighbouring house. He acts differently than the pirate. The pirate joked. The pirate charmed. Yet this man? This man is rotten from within.
You keep reading until you spot a sentence that starts to increase and finally feed your hungers. "Very well. I shall take you." You are scared to flip the page with Aemond so close to you, likely reading what you are reading. Your hand is grabbed by Aemond, and he forces you to flip the page.
"Keep reading, little fox. Keep reading every word. I will know if you skip."
You don't doubt his word. You obediently read every single teasing line. The lady describes that she is confused. She is furious with her attacker, yet her body betrays her. She is wet, and her nippels harden. The attacker likely knows so.
She was grabbed by her hair and yanked up from the ground she was kneeling on. You feel hands softly touch your legs, teasing you. You know they belong to Aemond.
She ends up on the bed, her face stuffed in a pillow to silence her. Her legs are spread, and her expensive dress is ripped. You can almost hear the grunts of the attacker as he strips his prey bare, revealing every inch.
She begs him. She is maiden. He does not care and fucks her body. It is described as that he claims her body, destroys her future and her soul in the process. Despite her fuss she enjoys herself. She enjoys a strange man ransacking her body and she enjoys being his whore. You can relate to her.
You flip the page with trembling hands. The lady begs and moans in the pillow, soaking it. Your core aches for a good cock. You slowly clench your pussy to control your feelings. She is pushed on her knees, her legs are spread and your eyes go big as you reread the next setance.
He takes her in her ass.
You gasp softly. Aemond chuckles delighted by your virginal response. You want to know how the lady liked that. You need to know if it hurts. Or if it is good. Perhaps even better.
You keep reading. You gasp as your eyes scan the words quickly as the feeling of hunger and desire increases. The man fucks the poor lady on her knees, forcing his cock down her ass, taunting her for losing everything so fast. You become speechless and quietly moan.
Aemond forces your face near his neck and kisses your lips sloppily. He brings his lips to your neck next and you moan helpless in his arms. You are unmistakably wet.
The lady is trapped beneath him. He rips her skirts open, undoes his pants, and forces her on the table. He pins her down and enters her from behind, fucking her sore little cunny. She is lifted from the table and briefly impaled with a scandalous cry. You need more.
Your husband speaks gently.
"I told you would enjoy them?"
You can only nod, wordless. Aemond smiles. You wait for his permission. He leans back in the chair and, with a simple casual movement, unlaces your corset. You are relieved when he takes off your clothing for you. "Show me." You know what he wants to see. You nod, pulling down your skirts and showing off your wet, warm little piece of heaven that you guard between your legs.
Aemond groans at the sight of you clenching it. You reach for your own wetness and run a finger over your folds stimulation yourself. Aemond watches you.
Until you feel a sharp himulating pain on your cunt. He hit you, without any doubt. You are smacked and cry out in pain and in confusion. "You're a whore, shoving your cunt in my face.' He spat.
You whimper."I thought it was expected of me." He told you to show and you did. His smirk comforms you. He is not truly angry. He is just jesting and toying with you. As usual.
"Leave the thinking to me." He groans, possessivly rubbing where he hit you. Your body needs him. You nod, accepting that he will take charge. You need him to do so anyway. You bring your lips to his ear and whisper that you need him inside of you.
Aemond laughs and ignores your pleas. "Keep reading. Do you not wish to know how our lovely friends are doing? You enjoyed the first pages. The ending will surprise you." You once had one request for endings. That it was a happy ending with a marriage and a happy couple with the witch defeated. Now you just want to read about the sexual intercourse they are about to have.
You slowly hum."Keep touching me when I read." You tell him. Aemond scoffs in disbelieve and you look up as you understand why he is so shocked.
You gave him a order. Him. Your husband and your prince. You cower before he has even grabbed your shoulders. "Did you just dare to give me a order?" He murmers in your ear.
You know you won't get anything if he is displeased. You know he might even get angry and perhaps a little violent. "No, husband. It was a suggestion. Please. I need you." You beg pathetically.
He chuckles forgetting about his anger. "Not yet."
"Read. Now." He barks it at you and you nod quickly, returning to your book. You are sucked back in the story and calmly read with Aemond tracing his fingers around your nippels, teasing you.
The lady is grabbed by her feet, dragged over the bed leaving a trial of blood. The enemy spreads her legs wide enough to hurt her and to cause her discomfort. You are holding your breath. The cock is slowly rubbing against her sensitive skin by her cunny. She is not yet fucked, just cruelly teased that she will. Her spoils are wet and she is called a good for nothing whore before the enemy places himself behind her, bends her cruelly and spits in her face before....
You flip the page.
You notice that the pages are empty. You also notice that the pages are ripped out. Someone took them. You flip the pages faster and faster looking for them. They are gone.
Helplessly you to turn to Aemond. You show him the book. "Aemond, my love. Someone took the pages!"
He sighs, delighted before smirking. That is all you needed. He took the pages.
"Aemond,' you squeek your voice a soft warning. "I swear..." You will hurt that man.
His smile only widens and deepens, finally matching with his twinkling eye. You like looking at him when he smiles. Not smirking, but genuinely a happy, healthy smile. He looks attractive when he smirks; but when he smiles? You enjoy that even more.
"Shsh, little fox. I wouldn't threaten me." He warns you with a soft spanking on your leg. You hiss but keep quiet. "Are you a little upset your friend didn't get to finish? Or are you upset you aren't her?" He mocks you and teases you.
But two can play that game.
You rub yourself gently in front of Aemond. You feel his good eye on you and you are proud of yourself for holding his attention. That is until he grabs something from an open book about Valyria.
You are pushed back on the desk, legs dangling and they are spread. You moan without even being touched. You feel Aemond slowly rub your skin before introducing your skin to something cold and metallic. You whimper.
He chuckles before smacking it on your dripping pussy causing you to cry out in pain and pleasure. "Ah! Husband!" You barely hold in a unladylike cuss. His lips kiss your legs.
He shows you what he hit you with. It is a ruler made of metal. You clench your muscles at the sight of it. "Yes, my little fox? Don't you like my new ruler?" Aemonds voice is full of innocence but he knows very well that you appreciate a spanking.
Perhaps more than you should.
You need it. You need to be disciplined. You beg him with your eyes and whimper softly. "Please, my husband. My prince. Hit me once more." You beg softly.
You hope it will get him to serve you. You know it will. Aemond loves your pain. "No, no no. I can't do that. What kind of man hits his wife?" He grins deviously. He is denying your pleasure on purpose.
You grit your teeth and roll your eyes. "The kind that does not back down to give her what she deserves and needs." That is taking it too far. Yet you smile and enjoy your rushing heart.
Aemond growls before holding you down. You enjoy his iron grip and the way he frowns at you full of anger. "You know what you need?" Smack.
That was just the start of it. Aemond uses the ruller to spank your body on sensestive places. Places where a lover would kiss you yet you experience pain.
You shake your head at a loss for words. Aemond keeps you on the desk, and your hands are forced around the belt on his hips. "Undress me, wench." You faithfully sink to your knees in front of your husband. You unlace his pants for him and pull them down. The prince grabs your throat glaring at you as if you are filth. You open your mouth for him.
You end up stripped, on your belly on the desk with the prince right behind you. "There is a bed there." You point it out. The bed seems more comfortable than this desk. Yet Aemond scoffs.
"These are my rooms. I am well aware of where my bed is."
Without a warning you are forced to lay. Your legs are grabbed and his cock slams inside of your hot wet cunny. Aemond releases a groan of delight and ownership as he fucks you. You remain on the desk, your loud moans and gasps betraying that you enjoy this too much. Your core is set alight by his trusts. You wish he could stay here forever.
You are impaled. You are bended. And you are fucked and ridden by him as if you are his dragon. His nails dig in your skin as he rocks his hips to your cunt forcing his cock inside of you. The cock is erected and pokes you slightly, yet you welcome the pain with a blissful soft hiss.
Your cries are loud and desperate. Aemond is careful with fucking you. He is not going fast enough to finish you. He wants to torture you. He wants to feel himself swim in your wetness before pulling out, teasing you with a soft delicious trust that promises you that more good things are coming.
You need him. You cry out for your husband, tears running down your face as you buck yourself against his cock, crying out as it slides in deep and through. "Please! Gods, please! Have me, husband!" You beg before wordlessly sobbing.
He smiles, tracing a finger down a tear before scooping it up and sucking off his finger tasting your tears. You sniffle but your cries become soft as he pets your hair, smoothing you. He hums happily when you surrender yourself completely to him. "That is a good little fox." He speaks, tauntingly.
You nod. But it isn't long before you feel him touch your behind. Your worst nightmare is confirmed when he enters your ass. You buck as a wild animal refusing to be ridden. You try to push him off, but he keeps holding you down, using his muscles on you.
You are scared.
"Husband...' You whimper.
He chuckles. "Silence, wench."
"It is just my finger." You sigh, relieved. This shall be the final thing he will take from you. The thought of having him inside of you there sounds painful and shameful. You did a lot of shameful and painful things, yet you enjoyed yourself.
Aemond leans in to whisper in your ear and what he whispers terrifies you. "This time, that is. You owe me your final maidenhead. You act prudish and scared but once my cock has made itself at home in your ass, my little fox won't want anything else. I know you too well." Aemond removes his finger and smacks your behind causing you to grunt.
He is done with that part of your body."Did you earn your reward? Do you deserve to finish?"
You shake your head, crying. "No. I've been sinful and ungrateful. I touched myself." You doubt he will forgive you for that.
Aemond sighs.
"I saw that. We need to do something about that, won't we?"
You nod, sniffling. Aemond grabs the ruler back up and you are forced on your back this time. He lets the ruler slide over your exposed cunt and the cold metal sends shivers down your spine. You are held down by him as well as if he is scared of you running.
He smacks down harshly and you cry out in approval and in pain. The ruler spanks your inner tighs next and pain and pleasure mixes inside of you. You need him.
Aemond notices your needs and drops the ruler before turning you back on your knees, kneeling to his front.
You pant happily as he takes you. He takes you on the hard desk and your muscles hurt for every time he slams you down on it as if he hunted and skinned you himself. You are fucked brutally on the desk, your legs forced around Aemonds middle as his cock penters your poor dripping little cunny until you see stars and feel as if you are floating.
Your husband forces his cock in your face. You obediently suck it off for him, tasting yourself on his length. Aemone growls in pleasure. He smiles at your obedience before spanking your cunt with his mere hand. Yet it makes you hungry and you clench your pussy. He smacks it once more, grabbing your throat. "Ask me nicely, little fox."
You beg him. As the whore that you are. "Please husband. Take me."
He grins.
"Very well. I shall."
You whimper, grunt, scream, and cry for him as he finishes you off with a slow, torturous trust. You pant as he takes you once more, allowing himself to take you as his spoils. That is your duty as his wife. You encourage him to unleash his fantasies on you. "I am yours, Aemond." You whisper his name very softly. He groans in your ear before trusting himself back inside of you. It hurts. There is no denying that. But the pleasure is stronger than the pain.
Your husband comes inside of you. You are both statisifed. Aemond drops himself from your body. Your legs are grabbed, and you are carried to the bed. He throws you on it. He takes the spare neatly folded blanket and puts it around your body.
You are shocked when he joins you. "Welcome to King's Landing, my little fox." Aemond murmers in your ear when kissing your lips softly. "I hope it lives up to your expectations." You never had any expectations of the capital and never had any desire to see it either
You laugh. "I never had any expectations. Father told me I'd likely never would see the capital. I was supposed to marry closer to home, after all."
Something dangerous changes in Aemond. "This is your home now. You best forget you had anything else. This castle is much better than that shithole."
You are insulted but don't have the energy left to fight him. You nod instead, and he is disappointed that you don't fight back. He gets up from the bed, dresses himself, and leaves without looking back.
You get up from the bed and walk to the window, the sheets covering your body. You wonder how Wyldecrest will survive without you.
And most of all; you wonder how you will survive without Wyldecrest.
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Hm. Now that was a little odd. There was a letter in front of the letterbox, like the box had spat it out. The envelope was white with a coloured triangle in each corner to frame it: red, blue, yellow, and orange. It was simply addressed to "New Friend", written in a slightly blunted red pencil. Wouldn't hurt to open it.
The handwriting on the inside was the same as on the envelope, and it appeared to only hold a folded sheet of paper.
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"Dear Stranger,
I was talking to Eddie today and I said I didn't know who else to write a letter to. I'd written a letter to all my friends. Eddie said I should write to look for a 'pen pal'. I thought he meant that I needed a pen to be my friend, but it actually means that someone would write to me. I like phone calls, but I also like letters too.
Hello stranger. My name is Wally Darling. I live in Welcome Home. It is a small town where all my friends live. This is what I look like."
An arrow pointed to a somewhat childish drawing of a yellow person with swirly blue hair, a matching cardigan, and colourful, stripey trousers. There was a smile on the drawing's face.
"I am a painter. I love to paint or draw. There are so many things to look at. Is there anything you like to do? Do you have a job or class you go to?
Please write back. My full address is: Wally Darling, Home, The Neighborhood.
Wally."
(heythereneighbor - sorry but the concept of a letterbox was just too cute to pass)
Oh, that was odd. Naomi was quite used to the letterbox having letters in it - usually in response to her own - but this time, the little door hung wide open, the letter propped against it and politely waiting for her when she came upstairs. Her eyes widened when she saw the bright primary colors - colors she didn't recognize from other responses. This was someone new!
Handling the colorful envelope with the same care she would an official document, she read through it slowly, feeling a small smile pull at her face as she kept going. The language was simple, but charming - more importantly, someone had written to her first, something that never happened. Usually the letters she got were responses to her own, so this was a charming surprise.
The letter itself was fairly simple, so she should start with a simple response. Naomi grabbed a sheet of her own paper - the white, lined stationary with a frame of hydrangeas in purple and blue - and started to write.
"Dear Wally Darling,
Hello! I'm the person who got your letter, so I guess this makes me your pen pal. It's nice to meet you! My name is Naomi Sato, but everyone calls me Miss Naomi. I'll draw a picture of myself on the back of this page, since it's full of lines. I live in the Lullaby Lane Library. It's a very old building-"
Creak!
"Okay, I'll change it, my goodness!"
"It's a building that's been left by itself for quite some time, so I'm working hard to help get it all ready for people to visit again. I live here with a couple of friends, Willa and Rags, and my friend Arlo lives on the hill behind us. Right now my job is fixing up the library. The inside's all done, but the outside needs new paint and a garden. It's a lot of work, but it's fun!"
What did she like to do? Hm, keep it simple. Explaining a podcast would take more pages.
I like to read, and clean, and tell stories. My favorite kind of stories are fairy tales, and my favorite kind of reading is when I get to share stories with other people. Do you have any stories you like, Wally?
Thank you for writing to me. I'll give you my full address so you can write to me again: Miss Naomi, Lullaby Lane Library, Lullaby Lane. I hope you have a good day!
Sincerely,
Miss Naomi."
It was only right to match Wally's drawing with one of her own. Using a small number of colored pencils, she drew herself as best she could - still a small, simple drawing, with line features and blocky colors, but she liked how the jacket came out. Carefully the letter was folded and put in a seaglass-blue envelope, sealed shut with a sticker of an orange balloon. Into the letter box it went, no doubt to appear wherever it needed to be.
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Seven Snippets Seven People Tag
tysm for tagging me @talesofsorrowandofruin !
Rules: post seven snippets from a WIP and then tag seven people
I chose to share some snippets from Creatrackers! I’ve been editing the first draft so it feels right :)
Willa’s POV:
The speakers in the van sing songs of different genres. Some are what people now call indie-pop, other songs feel like camping in the mountains, a few acoustics, and a soft rock song every now and then. All of which I really quite enjoy.
I’m so caught up in the moment that I almost answer honestly when Jo asks me, “You planning on going to university?”
I had gone. So long ago it feels like a dream… To a college in Germany, the oldest one still standing in fact, in 1900 when they finally became coeducational. I studied medicine and am a certified nurse.
We’re driving slowly down a small paved road, one that likely could not fit another vehicle. To my right are endless fields with houses every so often, their windows illuminated making them pop in the dark. On our right stand thousands of trees. Trees, and trees and bushes and trees. I assume they’re all part of our final destination.
We trek, cutting through the dark with the blade of our lights, humming tunes I don’t recognize but eventually pick up, stopping to take photos of cool trees and the moon and a giant toad we find by a tiny stream who was singing to the night sky, we laugh and tell stories until,
CRACK!
What was that?
“What the fuck was that?” Holly echoes my thoughts, a little more vulgar than I was. “Huddle in close.”
I spot the head of something. It’s skipping along, barefoot and camouflaging with the trees. Big ears, an almost human face and body, but the skin is textured like the trunk of a tree. The right colour, too. It’s smiling and it’s round green eyes sparkle like a gemstone. Like an emerald. It stops, surprised by us and our lights, and tilts it’s head. Then, it disappears. Like the lifting of fog, it just fades away.
I wonder, would anyone rather stay a human if given the choice?
I hum along to the song that is playing so softly that I bet only Adrian and I are able to hear it. Not Nineteen Forever by The Courteeners. A song that Kelvin added to our playlist some time ago. You're not nineteen forever, pull yourselves together. I know it seems strange but things they change
“Yeah, it really is no issue…” he trails off, indicating he has more to say but doesn’t quite want to. I smile and nod slowly, giving him a chance to try. “Um… Do you? Uh, can I have your phone number? Or your snap or something. So I can message you what I want for supper, if I think of anything. I’m Jewish so I only eat kosher. And I have… I haven’t any allergies. But I will send some of my favourite meals, if that’s okay. Doesn’t have to be fancy, of course”
And I’ll be tagging @my-cursed-prince @minutiaewriter @vanessaroades-author @comicgoblinart @little-mouse-gardens @toribookworm22 and anyone else who wants to join in :)
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This is just a fic in a modern Westeros au I wanted to play around with and may turn into a little series. Kind of Fall of the House of Usher-y.
Rhaenys hummed along to the radio as she continued to pack for the weekend getaway her boyfriend had planned. The annual Tyrell Garden Party was to occur at the family’s estate Highgarden, and it was to be the first event where Willas and Rhaenys were officially a couple. They’d been together for four years at this point, but they’d never really made it official in the eyes of the public. Both Rhaenys and Willas were quite private people and there were… outside forces who would not have approved of their dating. The Tyrell parents (and grandparent) still held a grudge over Willas’ injury during a friendly polo match and Rhaenys’ father was still trying to match her with every eligible (non-related) Valyrian man he could think of. The fact that Willas held no ill will toward Oberyn Martell for the accident meant nothing, nor did the fact that Rhaenys very publicly called out her family’s Valyrian supremacist tendencies. Rhaenys had met the Tyrells about six months ago and had won over the formidable Olenna Tyrell soon after meeting.
Renly was still sour that the old woman liked Rhaenys almost instantly, although privately she suspected she’d won over Olenna by not even really trying. In truth she’d been more worried about winning over Mace and Alerie. Still… it would be nice to be able to attend more charity events on Willas’ arm, instead of “bumping into” each other. Her own family (or, rather her Mother’s family) adored Willas and had already insisted he attend the annual Martell New Years Extravaganza. The Targaryens? Well… she’d know after this weekend, wouldn’t she?
Her phone kept pinging as she packed, some notifications barely showing up before being replaced. Rhaenys knew he decision to skip the family gathering would not go over well, but she hadn’t expected to be inundated with messages. Most begged her to reconsider, others cajoled and bribed, while several just outright berated her. Cousin Maegor’s distinct all caps tirades had been deleted without reading. As were Daemon’s and Armond’s. Grand-Uncle Jaehaerys’ long winded “disappointed” text was deleted after she read the first paragraph. Rhaenyra had just outright told Rhaenys not to bother coming to any other event. The cousins she was closest to all sent messages of support and promises to catch up next weekend for a debrief.
Everyone knew why the Conquerors wanted to gather the family.
Everyone knew what Great Grandfather Aegon wanted to say.
Everyone knew that this was where lines were about to be drawn.
Rhaenys had already made her choice, and the person who needed to know the most already knew. She was considering just turning off her phone when Egg’s ringtone began to play. She grabbed her phone before Belarion could begin batting at it and answered it.
“Please tell me you’re not going to the family thing this weekend?” Egg didn’t even bother with a greeting. Rhaenys raised an eyebrow, reaching out to scratch Balerion behind his ears. Her wizened old cat was definitely hanging on more out of spite than anything these days, but he always wanted affection from his human.
“Of course not. I’m going to Highgarden with Willas. Renly will probably be there too,” she replied. Not that anyone in the family really cared about their Baratheon cousins.
“Well… Dad just told Great Grandfather you were coming, and that you’d have good news,” Egg said. They both only called Rhaegar Targaryen “dad” because he hated it and used “baba” for their step-father Myles. Rhaenys scowled, her hand stilling in Balerion’s fur.
“What news?” she demanded. She heard Egg sigh on the other end of the line and heard Shireen murmur something she couldn’t quite make out.
“The news you’re getting engaged to Monterys Velaryon…” her brother sounded nervous, although at this point Rhaenys couldn’t even be mad. Her father’s insistence that she marry a man of “good Valyrian stock” was little more than a joke at this point. The first time he’d tried to set her up on a date with his appropriate Valyrian boy of the week, she’d been utterly furious. Now she just ignored her father and politely told whatever hapless man she was being set up with she wasn’t interested. Honestly, she’d go full non-contact with her father if he wasn’t the one paying her university fees.
“I mean… there will be news to tell after the weekend, but not that…” she conceded. Egg gasped loudly.
“You mean… is Willas proposing? Are you proposing?!” Egg must have gone out of his room and into one of the main areas of the share house he lived in, because suddenly Rhaenys could hear an episode of The Matchmaker: North blaring in the background. She grinned, blushing despite the fact her brother could not see her.
“Kind of? We kind of both proposed during our anniversary trip. He’s officially doing it during the party. Maximum media attention. A massive fuck you to Grandfather, the Old Man and Great Grandfather,” Rhaenys explained.
“Mama and Baba already gave their blessing.” Willas had insisted he ask both her mother and step-father for their blessing, especially since she considered Myles Manwoody her father more than Rhaegar. Egg chuckled and their conversation naturally fell to how the preparations were going for his trip to Essos, how Shireen was, even sharing gossip about their Martell cousins. By the time she hung up, she noticed Willas had left a text message to let her know he’d picked up the ring and was looking forward to seeing her tonight. Rhaenys smiled before sending three red hearts in reply.
She’d met Willas during her first week of undergrad at university. He’d been finishing his final year of a Bachelors in Economics, while she was staring a Bachelors in Linguistics. She’d got lost on her way to her first lecture and he’d helped her find the right building. They’d properly been introduced a month later when her uncle, Oberyn Martell, had invited Rhaenys to one of his famous dinner parties. They’d hit it off almost instantly and only really started dating after a year of friendship. Now Rhaenys was completing her Masters in Linguistics, while saving funds to pay her own way to complete her PhD. Willas had graduated and was helping to run the Tyrell Education Fund, a charity designed to improve schools in low income areas. They’d recently decided to start looking for a house together, preferably one with enough room for Rhaenys’ two cats and one dog as well as Willas’ own hound. Rhaenys still remembered when she and Willas had shown up to her uncle’s dinner party the first time as a couple and he’d simply rolled his eyes.
“Why did I not see this coming?” he’d said. Rhaenys later heard that her sort-of-but-not-really aunt Ellaria had placed a wager with Oberyn about whether or not they would start dating. Ellaria had won. Willas had joined Rhaenys to celebrate the new year in Dorne and Uncle Doran had commented that he was a “fine young man”.
As far as many of her Martell relatives were concerned, their wedding was only inevitable.
Only a handful of her Targaryen relatives knew about Willas, with a smaller number knowing how serious they were. Baelor Breakspear, Luke Velaryon, Baela and Rhaena Velaryon-Targaryen, all the younger black sheep of their family. Renly technically counted in this group, but the Baratheon cousins had been long exiled from family gatherings. They were all part of a group chat where they complained about the family and shared news about their lives that their relatives would not approve of. Like Baelor coming out as non-binary, or Luke deciding he wanted to live with his biological father and neither of his parents. Outside of Renly, none of her cousins had met Willas, but many of them quite approved of him. He was a kind man and unlike many of the men Rhaegar (and their relatives) wanted Rhaenys to date, he cared about the lives of the average person.
Rhaenys finished packing her clothes, including a new dress in green and orange that was a nod to her Martell heritage and the fact she was due to join the Tyrells, when her phone rang again. She didn’t even have to check the screen to know it was her father. Rhaegar would undoubtedly want to try and talk her into coming along, to ensure his children could be pulled back into the family fold. Rhaenys ignored the call and busied herself with picking out jewellery to take on the trip. Moments later the phone rang again, this time with Lyanna’s ringtone. Despite everything, Rhaenys did somewhat get along with her step-mother and was pleased Lyanna was finally divorcing her father. She had yet to move out of Rhaegar’s gaudy townhouse in central King’s Landing, so Rhaenys let the call ring out just in case. She and Lyanna had set up a system when she was a teenager to ensure Rhae would know when it was actually her step-mother and not her father trying to trick her. The tone indicating that she’d got a new voicemail proved her suspicions correct. She stepped back to her bed and deleted the message without listening.
Something something, family reputation, something something, I want what’s best for you…
She had just finished closing the final zipper on her case when one final call came through: Jon. Technically yet another Aegon to add to the list, he’d always been Jon amongst the family and most tended to forget what his birth certificate said. Rhaenys answered, peering out the window to see if Renly was waiting outside. With Willas already in Highgarden she was being driven up in a van Renly was hiring for the weekend. Apart from Rhaenys, he was also picking up Margaery and her new girlfriend from the university.
“Hi Jon. Did Dad put you up to this?” she asked, stepping back from the window. Vhagar, a rather pampered hound, nudged his head under Rhaenys’ hand. She gave him a quick pat before sitting on the floor to allow him to drape over her lap.
“Actually, no. Although Mum is now yelling at him for taking her phone again,” Jon replied with an awkward chuckle.
“I was actually wondering… are you going to the thing this weekend?” Jon had never really felt welcome among the Targaryens, and Rhaenys knew he preferred to hang around her, Egg or Dany rather than try to mix with the rest of their relatives.
“I’m not, sorry. But Egg will be there. So will Dany, I think. She said something about wanting to introduce everyone to a new member of the family,” she replied, continuing to pat Vhagar.
“Oh, right. Well… have fun at whatever you’re going to!” his tone sounded a little forced.
“Um, Rhae? I think I know why the event is happening… I… I’m not really close to Aunt Saera…” Rhaenys didn’t bother trying to hide her smile. She was entirely certain this was due to the Stark influence in his life.
“I haven’t checked lately to see if there are any changes, but I think everyone was wearing something purple? I’ll add you to the group chat,” Rhaenys explained. There weren’t many of them; just those few family members who weren’t so in awe of Grand-Uncle Jaehaerys that they failed to see the giant red flags. Even though she wasn’t going to be present, Rhaenys had packed a purple scarf she was going to wear during the garden party itself where all the photographers from all the various papers could see her. On the other end of the phone, Jon huffed a sound of relief.
“Thanks… as soon as Mum explained what the court case was about, I just knew…” he began.
“I know. I think she really appreciates knowing that even a handful of us support her,” Rhaenys said. She was about to ask how he was handling the divorce when she heard a beep from on the street.
That would be Renly.
“Sorry, have to go. I’ll text you later,” she said. After saying her goodbyes, Rhaenys hung up and convinced Vhagar to get off. She gave all her animals one last pet, grabbed her case and handbag before shouting a general goodbye to her cousin Sarella and left the house. Renly stood by the back of the van, ready to help her stow her case. He was tall and broad shouldered like his older brother, Robert, but lacked the bulk the eldest Baratheon was known for. Like Rhaenys, he was darker skinned than most of their relatives although he lacked the purple eyes that marked a Targaryen. Renly had dressed with a road trip in mind; track-suit pants, faded university tee and flip flops. His locs were piled on top of his head in a haphazard bun. Renly grinned when he saw her, giving her a tight hug before opening the boot and hauling her case inside.
“Ready to go?” he asked. Rhaenys nodded, helping him close the boot.
“Did you get the threatening messages from Maegor, Daemon and Aemond?” she asked. Renly rolled his eyes, leaning against the van.
“You mean the Brothers Edge? Yeah. Just deleted the messages. Not like we’re super close to the rest of the family, are we? Like… Great Grandfather Orys doesn’t even talk to his siblings,” he replied. Most people tended to forget that the Conquerors had a half-brother called Orys. He’d been by their side while Great Grandfather Aegon was first running for public office, right up until he’d retired and created the sole airline in Westeros. Orys remained for a while before selling his shares in the company and started his own business. These days Orys Baratheon lived in his wife’s family estate and stayed out of the limelight. Rhaenys privately respected the old man for staying away from his siblings’ bullshit.
With a bow Renly opened the door to the back for Rhaenys and she climbed in with a bow and a grin.
“Hey Rhae! Have you met Sansa? I’ve finally convinced her to come around to meet the rest of the family,” Margaery said, offering a wave in greeting. She had occupied the first row of seats in the back of the van along with a red-haired girl maybe a year or two younger than her. She recognised her from a few of Jon’s pictures on Ravenscroll. She must have been one of his Stark cousins. Rhaenys smiled, offering a wave.
“I haven’t. Hi Sansa. I’m Rhaenys Martell-Targaryen,” she said. Sansa smiled shyly, returning the wave.
“Hi Rhaenys… Jon’s told me all about you,” Sansa said. Rhaenys grinned, claiming the second row for herself. She waved to Loras in the passenger seat, who returned her wave with a grin. Rhaenys pulled out her phone and snapped a quick selfie before sending it to Willas with the message: on my way!!!
As Renly pulled out of the driveway, Willas sent his own selfie from the garden with his hound Florys. Underneath he had written: Can’t wait to see you… Rhaenys grinned happily, warmth rising in her chest. The drive out of King’s Landing was surprisingly quick, largely due to the fact they’d left before peak hour and had missed the majority of traffic. Once they were on the Kingsroad, it would be a straightforward trip up to Highgarden. Rhaenys settled back in her seat, allowing the chatter of the radio and the other conversations to wash over her. She was close to dozing off when she felt someone shake her shoulder to rouse her. Rhaenys blinked, holding back a yawn. Sansa made an apologetic face.
“Sorry. There’s something on the news about your family? Renly said you’d want to hear it…” she said. Rhaenys nodded, stretching her arms above her head.
“...and in breaking news, Saera Targaryen, the daughter of respected politician Jaehaerys Targaryen, is bringing a civil case against her father and mother for claims of abuse…” the newsreader announced. Rhaenys looked down at her phone, noticing a new message in the group chat for Saera’s supporters from Uncle Vaegon.
Ooops… I might have told a reporter….
A few moments later, there was a new message from Saera.
Well… Grandma can’t deny it now.
#rabbit writes#rabbity fics#asoiaf modern au#rhaenys martell targaryen#rhaenys daughter of elia#rhaenys x willas#fall of the house of targaryen au
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I thought about Sansa love interests and I find that Sansa wasn't in love with any of them but actually love the idea of what they represent. Waymar and Loras represents the knoble knights while Joffery represent the ideal prince charming. She barely interacted with them to fall in love with them. But their chivalry and gestures made her infatuated with them. With Willas she is projecting her dreams and with Harry she enjoyed light banter. Maybe Jon will be the only true love for her.
Yes, I agree with you and that's evident from the text. Sansa accommodate them a lot in her mind:
Sansa already looked her best. She had brushed out her long auburn hair until it shone, and picked her nicest blue silks. She had been looking forward to today for more than a week. It was a great honor to ride with the queen, and besides, Prince Joffrey might be there. Her betrothed. Just thinking it made her feel a strange fluttering inside, even though they were not to marry for years and years. Sansa did not really know Joffrey yet, but she was already in love with him. He was all she ever dreamt her prince should be, tall and handsome and strong, with hair like gold. She treasured every chance to spend time with him, few as they were.
—A Game of Thrones - Sansa I
"My lady is gracious to say so. When has she seen me ride?"
"At the Hand's tourney, don't you remember? You rode a white courser, and your armor was a hundred different kinds of flowers. You gave me a rose. A red rose. You threw white roses to the other girls that day." It made her flush to speak of it. "You said no victory was half as beautiful as me."
Ser Loras gave her a modest smile. "I spoke only a simple truth, that any man with eyes could see."
He doesn't remember, Sansa realized, startled. He is only being kind to me, he doesn't remember me or the rose or any of it. She had been so certain that it meant something, that it meant everything. A red rose, not a white. "It was after you unhorsed Ser Robar Royce," she said, desperately.
He took his hand from her arm. "I slew Robar at Storm's End, my lady." It was not a boast; he sounded sad.
Oh, why did I have to mention Ser Robar? Sansa thought. I've ruined everything. He is angry with me now. She tried to think of something she might say to make amends, but all the words that came to her were lame and weak. Be quiet, or you will only make it worse, she told herself.
—A Storm of Swords - Sansa I
Sometimes she would whisper his name into her pillow just to hear the sound of it. "Willas, Willas, Willas." Willas was as good a name as Loras, she supposed. They even sounded the same, a little. What did it matter about his leg? Willas would be Lord of Highgarden and she would be his lady.She pictured the two of them sitting together in a garden with puppies in their laps, or listening to a singer strum upon a lute while they floated down the Mander on a pleasure barge. If I give him sons, he may come to love me. She would name them Eddard and Brandon and Rickon, and raise them all to be as valiant as Ser Loras. And to hate Lannisters, too. In Sansa's dreams, her children looked just like the brothers she had lost. Sometimes there was even a girl who looked like Arya.
—A Storm of Swords - Sansa II
Harry, though…
My Harry. My lord, my lover, my betrothed.
Ser Harrold Hardyng looked every inch a lord-in-waiting; clean-limbed and handsome, straight as a lance, hard with muscle. Men old enough to have known Jon Arryn in his youth said Ser Harrold had his look, she knew. He had a mop of sandy blond hair, pale blue eyes, an aquiline nose. Joffrey was comely too, though, she reminded herself. A comely monster, that's what he was. Little Lord Tyrion was kinder, twisted though he was.
—The Winds of Winter - Alayne I
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NAME: The O'Rourke House
LOCATION: Worm Row
The O’Rourke house is what you might call a “character” home - the kind of “character” most stare at in passing out of baffled fascination or aesthetic offense. This peculiar heritage home has been in the family since it was built, very intentionally, right next to Serpent’s Flat. Why, their more cautious, distant neighbors could never fathom. A strange house, they said, for strange people. Whether they consider the place eccentrically charming or a tumbledown eyesore, locals can easily agree that they’re glad this affront to architectural common sense isn’t theirs. Imagine the wiring…
The abnormality spills into the house all along one end, from the second floor, where it crawls the wall of what was Ollie’s childhood bedroom, through the ground floor, forming one wall of the family room and putting a stop to what could have been a wraparound porch, and composing nearly three walls of the “den,” the full-height cellar.
While they’ve been in town a while, the O’Rourkes aren’t old Wicked’s Rest; they only moved to town after Serpent’s Flat erupted, snapping up the property that’s been theirs ever since. Some found this rather tasteless, others unsettling; most have spent close to a century assuming that the family was a bit cracked when they got here, and, presumably, generations of nearness to the Flat has only made them odder still.
Quite a few of the many windows are blocked up, from the inside, by bookshelves… most of which are loaded down with odder things than books. Looking through the wrong pane might bring you face to face with some truly questionable taxidermy.
The wiring is, indeed, a nightmare, as is the plumbing, both of which have had to be patchworked through much-needed renovations over the decades. The lights are known to flicker and simply die for no clear reason, regularly enough that the family always kept candles in good supply, and the pipes ping now and then in what one of Ollie’s miner great-uncles swore was Morse code…
Ollie’s mother and grandmother, the last two residents - before he came back to town, full time, for now - were both, in their own way, beloved members of the community. Deirdre conserved artifacts and old books in and out of the Museum, and Willa was a tour guide at Serpent’s Flat Viewing Station. Small tributes to Willa, the more outgoing and infamous of the two, have begun to appear outside, tied to the worn down wrought-iron gate. Somehow, these little tokens just make the place more haunting.
There’s a shockingly lovely garden bursting out of the small yard - lovely, and, like everything else around the place, a bit… funny. Willa insisted the soil was wonderful stuff, but nobody took her up on her generous offers of bulbs, starters, or, simply, buckets of earth, flecked with black, oddly sharp flakes of Serpent’s Flat.
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The Squalls pt 6
This is what adultery can get you. In a tent out in the middle of nowhere. It's back to square on for Willa Squall as I decided not to have her killed even if this is a neanderthal era. Sadly the girls had to use part of their dowry to make sure they at least all had a place to sleep, sit, cook as well as some food to grow because Willa was left with nothing.
Winter and Summer tend to the garden before they leave, while Willa tries to pretend that all is normal, but everyone knows that it is not. Still, people need their delusions sometimes so they let Willa have hers.
I decided that the Squalls would be the pig farmers. Tidus will take over the family business while he and his wife help out with his youngest siblings. He is a true family man who is always there for whomever needs him.
With his father still grieving the heavy weight of the family is once again on Tidus' shoulders, but he's more than man enough for the job.
Soon, Tidus and Amala get to welcome Alana, their first child.
I had to make some changes for the new toddlers and had to expand the second floor so that Lani and Aria can sleep upstairs with Tidus and his family.
Aqua drops by for a visit and Tidus gets to say hi to the new family member before the next birthday celebration. Willa surprisingly comes and the girls come as well.
Willa does what she does best, sleeps with someone while everyone is distracted by a party. She quickly tries to worm her way back into Gorah's heart and he falls for it.
Little Alana gets the clumsy and excitable trait.
Lani gets the night owl trait and is a knowledge sim. Her twin Aria gets the star quality trait and is a romance sim. This girls won't get a lot of time to spend with their family before they go into servitude sadly. The upper families need them badly.
Meanwhile their mother, who again missed the age up, is tried to ask her former husband for money. 😒
Summer and Winter have fun talking to friends and family before returning home from the party.
Willa quickly goes into aspiration failure. Do you now who does not feel sorry for her? That's right! Me!
That's it for now.
Until next time.
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Cara’s supersized summer scrapbook, part 1!
Cara is living her best life right now. She has hardly been indoors since summer began! The highlights have been playing sports, gardening, walking her friend’s big floofy dog, and hanging out with new friends. This is the first summer she has experienced in the US, after immigrating from the UK earlier this year, and she loves her new life here!
She’s also showing off the clothes I’ve been making for her. Cara is from All About the Doll. She has a slimmer body than my other 18 inch dolls, and many of their clothes don’t fit her. So it’s been fun making her a cute little warm-weather wardrobe, including a few pairs of shoes. I also made Willa’s and Evelyn’s outfits in the fourth photo.
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ever think about how willa has had multiple near drowning experiences, more than any other keeper except maybe finn, while having the biggest connection to water? this is unedited and unfinished, mostly to get my thoughts on paper. willa’s such an interesting character and i think she’s been wasted throughout canon
She’s grown up in the water. Cliched, yes, but true.
They don’t travel much when she’s little, especially by the time her youngest brother is born. Two teachers' salaries doesn’t account for much, especially not with five kids needing taken care of.
Besides, they live in Orlando and shell out an alarming amount of money every year for resident passes to Disney and Universal and Bush Gardens and the dozens of other theme parks that call Orlando home. What more could they really want to do?
And then her dad is paralyzed, and suddenly vacations don’t seem that important, anyway.
So she trudges down to the community pool, holding her older brother’s hand and then later her younger’s, dollar fifty flip-flops slapping against the hot pavement, a pair of her mom’s old sunglasses slipping down her nose, smelling like SPF 70. She is eight and a half and her brothers still call her Izzy because Izzy Peterson hasn’t joined her class and made her need to pick a new nickname because now there are five Isabell/Isabellas in her small third-grade class and there can’t be two Izzys and the kids make fun of her when she goes by Isabella so she needs to think of something new, mom.
The pool is always busy; dozens of children all with varying degrees of sunburn running around, splashing and planning elaborate games with rules that change on a whim.
Willa doesn’t run. A sign says not to and that is that in her mind.
She does, however, play elaborate games. Always the ones Michael came up with because he is the oldest and he gets to pick. He usually wants to play pirates and have Willa swim around to avoid being kidnapped because “pirates kidnapped girls and you’re the only one, Izzy”.
Sometimes Michael stays home because he’s twelve now and doesn’t want to hang out with babies so Philip, being the next oldest, gets to pick the game. And sometimes she meets someone new, some other little girl who lives in the neighborhood that she’s never seen before and likely never will again who’ll play mermaids with her and thinks her blue tail and magic manatee sidekick is cool, not lame like Michale says.
They all take swim lessons too, but Willa is the only one who likes them. She’s trying to convince her parents to pay the extra money for a better school, better coach; more lessons because she’s just learned what the Olympics are and they seem so cool, to swim with all those people, but then a drunk driver slams into her dad’s Honda and well.
Hospital bills trump extracurriculars, apparently.
She spends so much time in the water that the idea of being afraid of any of it is laughable. The idea that there are people who actively avoid water, that live states away from the closest ocean, and are fine with that is so utterly baffling to her. Sure, she isn’t about to jump in the nearest lake because there are alligators and water snakes and probably some brain-eating bacteria but the actual water isn’t bad. It’s comforting, most days.
And then she almost drowns.
Like, four separate times.
The first time, on Winnie the Pooh with Charlene she’s admittedly more worried about the impending electrocution than actually drowning. It’s probably what will kill them first, and god, is she really going to die with Charlene? Some girl she hardly knows and isn’t even sure she likes because they’ve only talked, like, five times?
But they pry the doors open, they live, and she takes the bus home, wrapped in a Mickey Mouse towel that had cost way too much for how thin it was, hair damp and curling on her shoulders, and tells her mom they got caught in a rainstorm but yes, she and her new friend had fun.
Overall it isn't very frightening of an experience after all is said and done. Sure, it’s worrying to know that the Overtakers aren’t going to hold back, not even during operating hours, but she certainly isn’t having nightmares about it.
And then it goes and becomes a semi-regular thing.
She is sinking in Echo Lake, murky water rippling with bullets and fluff floating above her, thinking, once more, this is how I die.
She is treading water in the Atlantic, trying to keep Charlene calm and listen to Finn and keep Maybeck in her line of sight while knowing there are needlefish swimming under her, and god, why does she watch so much Animal Planet because she knew exactly how dangerous they can be (needle sharp jaws that can pierce skin like butter; pose a greater risk of injury than sharks) and she isn’t physically drowning but God does it feel like she is.
She has just jumped off a cruise ship, and her hand is slipping away from Finn’s, and even if she doesn’t let go the ship is moving so fast they are going to get pulled under the hull and they are going to drown.
But Ariel shows up.
But Triton helps.
And then he helps again.
And she is left wet, and cold, with damp hair and a sore throat from coughing up lungs full of water but she doesn’t die. She hardly ever has bruises.
And in between it all she still has swim team, still takes her younger brothers to the neighborhood pool, and picks the games they played because Michael and Philip are away at college and she is the oldest now.
And most times the cool blanket of water was just as it’s always been, comforting and chlorinated, the sharp scent clinging to her skin in an oh-so-familiar way.
And then other times.
Other times it feels suffocating, frigidly cold and she’s so certain it’s going to pull her down, down, deep into murky darkness and this time there will be no magical intervention, just her and the tightness of her chest, the knowledge that this time she is going to drown, this time it is really going to happen, she is going to die.
She ends up seeing a therapist in her Freshman year of college, someone found for her by Disney who has to sign a bunch of NDAs and half the time looks at Willa as if she’s crazy, but she helps, a bit.
Sometimes she wakes up cold and wet from sweat, room unfamiliar and the snores of her roommate in her ear and has to think to remember where she is (Harvard, she’s at Harvard, and she isn’t drowning). She calls Charlene or Maybeck, both on the west coast, both two hours behind her and almost always still awake, insomnia and bad habits from worse days still in effect.
#first part is very much inspired by my nostalgia for florida summers#i think willa would have a strange relationship with feelings#brown girl who’s the only girl in her family#she’s insanely intelligent and knows more feminine traits like being emotional will make others respect her less in academic fields#she’s an older sister who has to put her own feelings aside to help her brothers#she’s dealing with an emotionally distant mom as one of her only female role models#and she’s under sonstanr public scrutiny because of her job#so while finn gets therapy and care very quickly i think she waits and puts it off#because it’s admitting that things are wrong and that she can’t solve everything#i think she’d go through quite a few therapists before she actually finds one that sticks because the idea of actually acknowledging#her feelings is scary#she’s kind and nice and loves fiercely and isn’t afraid to speak her mind#but the deeper feelings#the ptsd and guild would be harder#willa angelo#finn whitman#dell philby#terry maybeck#charlene turner#amanda lockhart#jessica lockhart#kingdom keepers#ridley pearson#disney headcanons#my wriring
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