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Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021), G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra (2009), G.I. Joe: Retaliation (2013) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Storm Shadow (G.I. Joe)/Original Female Character(s), Tomisaburo Arashikage/Original Female Character(s), Tommy Arashikage/Original Female Chracter(s), Arashikage Clan (G.I. Joe) & Original Female Character(s), Snake Eyes & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Storm Shadow, Arashikage Tomisaburo, Arashikage Tommy, Arashikage Sen, Arashikage Kenta, Arashikage Clan (G.I. Joe), Akiko (Snake Eyes), Original Female Character(s), Anastasia "Baroness" DeCobray, Snake Eyes, Shana "Scarlett" M. O'Hara, G.I. Joe Additional Tags: Storm Shadow is green flag to hers., Vaginal Sex, First Time, First Kiss, Arranged Marriage, Arashikage Kento is asshole, Fall in love in first met, Attempted Murder, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Storm Shadow need a hug, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Violence, Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Penis In Vagina Sex, BFF! Akkio, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Before Storm Shadow joined Cobra, he had a good heart and was to marry his bride, Kira Mochizuki, as he was the sole heir of the Arashikage Clan.

This story is set before and during Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021), and it may also reference elements from G.I. Joe (2009) and (2013). I would like to see more of Andrew Koji's portrayal as Storm Shadow.

Reminding Note: Don't educate me about my English and grammar, it was not my main language!!! I used as second language.

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The Storm's Bride | Andrew Koji! Storm Shadow x OFC Chapter 3

Paring: Tomisaburo 'Tommy' Arashikage x OFC, Kiji! Storm Shadow x OFC, Tommy Arashikage x OFC

Fandom: Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021), G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra (2009), G.I. Joe: Retaliation (2013)  

Warning: Blood and Violence

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Chapter 3

Kira sat nervously, plucking the koto in front of Sen and Tommy. Although she knew how to play, this was the first time she had performed in front of strangers. She played along with the melody until she noticed one of the maids crawling over to whisper something to Sen. The head of the Arashikage household nodded before glancing between her grandson and Kira, who was still playing. The black-haired woman, streaked with gray, murmured something to the boy, causing him to frown.

"Kira-chan… that’s enough," she said. "We have guests—Makiko-chan, please take Kira-chan to rest."

Makiko helped Kira put away the koto before following the light-brown-haired girl out. But before they could leave, Tommy grabbed the sleeve of her yukata and spoke.

"Kira-chan, no matter what happens… you’re my bride."

Kira didn’t understand what Tommy meant and walked away, only to be called out by someone unfamiliar. The women before her carried an air of arrogance, exuding an unpleasant aura. One of them looked her up and down before sneering.

"You, carry our bags—"

"Mochizuki-chan is not a servant," Makiko interrupted, glaring at the two women. "She is Tomisaburo’s fiancée."

"That plain-looking girl? His fiancée?" the elder woman scoffed. "It should be my daughter—she is beautiful, accomplished, and worthy of—"

"Your daughter isn’t selling well, is she?" Kira said flatly, her tone mature beyond her years. "We are all women, aren’t we? Why belittle others? Do you really have to bring others down just to feel superior?"

The woman looked utterly shocked. "Did you just say I was selling my daughter?"

"If your daughter is truly worthy, why has Sen-san never mentioned her or you to me? But… what exactly is the relationship between your daughter and Tommy?"

"Ah, Kira-chan!"

Tommy appeared, smiling, though his eyes were cold as he gazed at the two women.

"I see you’ve already met Kira, my fiancée," he introduced her, resting a hand on her shoulder as if to assert that she belonged to him. "Let me be clear—I will marry her, even if we were not officially engaged."

The two women looked stunned. The girl in front of Tommy scowled. "That girl? What makes her worthy of you, Tomisaburo? She’s so plain—"

"Looks pretty but kisses dull? I wouldn't want to marry someone like that, Reina-chan," Tommy replied smoothly. "I’ve said before—I will only marry someone I know is the one." He turned to Kira, smiling warmly. "And Kira is that person. I proposed to her myself, not my grandmother and no one forced me."

Kira turned bright red. Who would have thought Tommy would declare something so boldly in front of everyone?

The mother-daughter duo was speechless. However, the daughter quickly regained her voice and began ranting in frustration, but Tommy ignored her, taking Kira’s hand and walking away. Akiko followed closely behind. They soon arrived at Kira’s room. The girl looked up at Tommy and asked, "Are they your friends?"

"They’re my parents’ friends—but I only ever saw Reina as a friend," Tommy said. "Because the one standing in front of me is the one I’ve chosen."

Kira’s face flushed slightly, and she quickly turned away. "I’m going to read in my room. Come get me when it’s time for lunch, Tommy." She hurried inside, and Makiko bowed to Tommy before following her.,

"Tommy, why were they looking at me like that?" Kira whispered as they ate lunch together in the Arashikage dining hall. She could already sense that the two women had singled her out. She hadn’t done anything wrong, yet now she found herself viewed as an enemy in their eyes.

"Forget them, Kira-chan," Tommy said, glancing at them before placing food in Kira’s bowl. "Eat a lot, so you grow up quickly and marry me."

Clearly, he was speaking loudly on purpose, making sure the two women heard every word.

Kenta laughed mockingly. "Don’t get ahead of yourself, Tomisaburo. What if your bride runs away before the wedding?"

"Why do people always think they can predict the future?" Kira asked. "Do you enjoy making decisions for Tommy or for me? Let me be clear: I will marry Tommy, regardless of what happens. I’m not doing it out of duty or obligation; I’m doing it because I want to. And I promise I won’t run away."

Sen hid a smile. It was a wise decision to have Kira engaged to Tommy; they complemented each other perfectly. The black-haired woman observed the two as they playfully teased one another, oblivious to those around them, as if to declare to the world that they were meant to be together.

Unsurprisingly, the mother and daughter were glaring daggers at Kira, but Sen was more wary of Kenta’s expression. She turned to Blind Master and whispered.

"Keep an eye on Kenta."

It was a feeling of uneasy fear that something terrible would happen. And it did.

After dinner, Kira had gone to rest but was startled awake by a loud crash from Tommy’s room. She shot up from her futon and ran towards the noise. Sliding open the shoji door, she found Tommy dodging Kenta’s attacks, his eyes burning with rage.

"You take everything from me, Tomisaburo!" Kenta snarled, swinging his blade.

She saw Tommy reaching for his katana. Without hesitation, Kira grabbed it and tossed it to him while yelling for help. This caused Kenta to turn his attention toward her.

"You meddlesome brat!"

He raised his sword to strike her, but someone stepped in front of her—Tommy. The katana slashed across his face.

Yet Tommy made no sound. Instead, he lifted his sword and struck Kenta’s blade, shattering it in two. Just then, Akiko and several ninja stormed into the room. Sen arrived soon after, her gaze sweeping over the scene. Kira was clinging to Tommy, his face smeared with blood—a wound now carved beneath his right eye.

"We need to talk, Arashikage Kenta."

The main hall was in chaos. What had happened tonight had gone far beyond what Sen had anticipated. In the end, as head of the household, she banished Kenta from the clan for attempting to murder his kin.

Kenta’s dark eyes were hard as stone, making Kira uneasy. He stood and declared that he would return to reclaim his justice, that the Arashikage clan would pay for what they had done to him.

"T-Tommy, does it hurt?" Kira asked hesitantly, eyeing the bandage under his right eye.

Tommy shook his head. "Not anymore." He grasped her small hands. "You saved my life. If you hadn’t come, I might have died—hey, don’t hit me!"

Kira smacked his arm playfully. "Don’t say things like that. I don’t want to lose my future husband." She then leaned in and kissed his right cheek. "There! Now you’ll heal quickly!" With that, she dashed back to her room.

TBC.

Tommy touched his cheek, a smile spreading across his face. "At least I’ll have sweet dreams tonight."

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The Storm's Bride | Andrew Koji! Storm Shadow x OFC Chapter 2

Paring: Tomisaburo 'Tommy' Arashikage x OFC, Kiji! Storm Shadow x OFC, Tommy Arashikage x OFC

Fandom: Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021), G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra (2009), G.I. Joe: Retaliation (2013)  

Warning: None for this chapter

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Chapter 2

Kira moved into the Arashikage household at Sen’s invitation, with her caretaker, Makiko, accompanying her to Tokyo. Her belongings were arranged in a room within the castle—just a few steps away from Tommy’s. The room was even larger than the one she had back home. Sen had told her that starting tomorrow, she would be training with Hard Master and Blind Master, but in the afternoons, she would learn Arashikage customs and feminine skills with her.

As the young girl unpacked her things, she noticed Tommy entering the room. Today, he was wearing a navy-blue jinbei with dark gray hakama pants, making him look even more dignified.

“If anything is missing, please let me know, Makiko-san. I want to make sure that both you and Kira are comfortable—”

“Oh, there's no need for that, Tomisaburo-san,” Makiko replied with a polite smile. “We wouldn’t want to impose.”

“No need to worry about that,” he assured her before turning his gaze toward Kira. “Kira-chan, if you need anything, just let me know.”

She nodded quickly before asking, “By the way, who are Hard Master and Blind Master?”

“They’ve been the clan’s trainers for quite some time. Everyone in the group has undergone training with them.” Tommy extended his hand toward her. “I’ll introduce you to them now, so you won’t get lost or be late for training tomorrow.”

He led her to the training grounds of the clan, where Hard Master was currently sparring with Kenta. It was clear that Kenta was at a disadvantage, his frustration evident, which was why he was getting scolded for letting his emotions cloud his judgment. The two of them watched as Kenta stomped away angrily. The piercing gaze of the Arashikage cousin landed on Kira, making her instinctively hide behind Tommy, who immediately reassured her.

“Kenta… I think you should calm yourself instead of lashing out at others,” Tommy said in a measured tone. “Don’t let emotions cloud your judgment.”

“You—” Kenta cut himself off and simply walked away from the training ground. Tommy shook his head before taking Kira’s hand and leading her forward.

“Hard Master, Blind Master, I brought a new student to introduce to you in advance.” He gently nudged her forward. “Mochizuki Kira, my fiancée.”

Kira bowed nervously in respect to the men before her.

“Ah… so you’re Tomisaburo-kun’s future wife.”

A faint blush crept onto Kira’s cheeks. It seemed like everyone in the household already recognized her as the future wife of Arashikage Tomisaburo. No wonder the atmosphere felt a bit strange. A large hand lightly patted her head before a voice spoke.

“Be at the training ground early tomorrow, young lady. Don’t expect any leniency, Mochizuki-chan.”

Tommy took her hand and led her away. “Don’t worry, Master. I’ll make sure she gets here on time.”

He took her to the dining hall, where everyone in the household gathered for meals. At the Arashikage family’s table, there was only one other girl, Kenta, and Sen. Kira was about to sit next to Makiko, but Tommy pulled her down to kneel beside him instead.

“She’s not even married to you yet, Tomisaburo. Let her sit at another table,” Kenta said as they began their meal. “She’s still an outsider—”

“She’ll be sitting here as my wife one day, Kenta. What’s the harm in letting her get used to it?” Tommy replied smoothly, serving Kira a bowl of rice before placing a piece of tempura shrimp onto her plate. Ignoring Kenta’s words, he smiled at her. “This is your favorite, isn’t it? Eat plenty, Kira-chan.”

“Th-Thank you,” she murmured, accepting the food before quietly beginning to eat. She had never seen such a grand meal before (though her family was well-off, they usually ate simple meals, mostly grilled fish). As she ate, she listened to the tense exchange between Tommy and Kenta. The two of them were the last remaining heirs of the Arashikage bloodline, so it was no surprise that they constantly competed for the position of head of the household.

“Kira… get to know Akiko,” Sen suddenly instructed.

Kira’s heterochromatic eyes met those of the girl sitting across from her.

“A girl like you should have a female friend while you’re here, don’t you think? Also, this afternoon… you’ll be learning ikebana,” Sen continued.

It seemed her schedule for the afternoon was packed. Sen wanted her to familiarize herself with Arashikage customs since she was expected to become part of the family in the future. She followed Sen around the estate, observing different parts of the household and learning domestic skills such as flower arranging and embroidery—things that were expected of a proper lady.

She peeked outside to where Tommy and Kenta were training. It was clear that neither was willing to back down. In fact, they looked like they wanted to kill each other rather than simply spar.

No… it was more like Kenta wanted to kill his cousin.

Blind Master and Hard Master had to step in to separate them before things escalated further. Kira wanted to go check on Tommy, but she was still in the middle of her embroidery lesson.

“Makiko-san… will Tommy be alright?”

“Men are like that, always fighting each other,” Makiko said as she set down a tray of sweets beside her. “I doubt it’ll go as far as them killing one another.”

But Kira had a bad feeling. If Kenta truly wanted the position of clan head, he might go beyond just fighting—he might try to eliminate his competition. And that meant killing Tommy. The young girl set down her embroidery on her lap and whispered,

“But Kenta… it seemed like he really wanted Tommy dead.” 

“You’re overthinking it, miss. Just have some sweets and take a break,” Makiko said gently, handing her a plate of confections. “You’ve been embroidering for hours.” She carefully took the fabric from Kira’s hands so the girl could eat.

Kira frowned at the sweets on the plate. They weren’t from Tokyo; they were delicacies from other regions. She tilted her head in confusion and looked at Makiko.

“Did you go buy these, Makiko-san?”

“Tommy-kun had someone buy them for you,” Makiko replied with a knowing smile. “He’s really staking his claim on you as his future bride, isn’t he?”

“…Should I go thank him?” Kira muttered to herself as she ate. After finishing, she got up to find Tommy, but he wasn’t at the training grounds anymore. Hard Master told her that he had already gone back to his room.

Walking through the hallways, she eventually stopped in front of a door, assuming it was his. Raising her small hand, she knocked lightly.

“Tommy, I just wanted to say thank you—”

“Thank me for what, Kira-chan?”

She jumped, startled by his sudden presence behind her. Turning around, she clasped her hands behind her back nervously.

“Th-Thank you for the sweets. B-But… you really didn’t have to go through the trouble of buying them from another region.”

“It wasn’t any trouble,” he said before reaching out to gently wipe the cream off the corner of her mouth with his finger. “Be more careful when you eat, Kira-chan.”

Her cheeks flushed as he did so, but before she could say anything, he had already turned and walked into his room.

Kira pouted, grumbling quietly to herself. "What kind of person teases others like that?"

Kira admitted that training under the Arashikage's ninja master was far more intense than what she had experienced back home under her teacher at the Mochizuki estate. No wonder the Arashikage were as ruthless as their moniker, the "Storm Shadow," suggested. It wasn't surprising that she collapsed beneath a cherry blossom tree after the session—Hard Master had truly pushed her beyond her limits, just as Sen had warned.

"Kira-chan, are you exhausted?" Tommy's voice called out to her. He stood at her feet, leaning forward slightly. "But you did really well—better than I did when I first trained under him."

"You mean getting kicked around?"

"I mean… not many can anticipate the master's moves. You truly live up to being Lord Toshiro's daughter."

Kira slowly sat up, offering him a small smile. "At least I'm better with a sword than I am at household chores."

Tommy extended a hand, helping her off the ground. As she steadied herself, her mismatched eyes caught sight of a group of ninjas heading into the forest. "What are they training for?" she asked.

"Want to see for yourself?" Tommy took her by the hand and led her deeper into the woods. There, she watched as one of the trainees leaped into a pit—a moment later, the unmistakable sound of a massive snake slithering echoed from within.

"It's one of our clan's trials," Tommy explained. "Everyone has to face an anaconda in that pit. It's a test of purity—both of mind and spirit. Some pass, some… don't."

Kira watched as Akiko leaped, landing gracefully in the pit. The others observed in silence until the sound of applause erupted, signaling her success. Kira turned to Tommy and whispered,

"I'm hungry."

"Then let's head to the kitchen," he said, chuckling as he led her back toward the main house.

Tommy approached the head cook in the kitchen. "Excuse me, Kira and I are starving," he said.

The middle-aged woman nodded in understanding. "I'll bring you some mochi first, young master. But don't eat too much—you have dinner with the family soon."

Tommy took the plate of mochi and handed it to Kira. "Don't eat too—KIRA!! Slow down!" His eyes widened as he watched her shove two pieces into her mouth at once.

"I used a lot of energy, Tommy," she defended, her words muffled by the sticky rice cake.

"Will you even have room for dinner?" Tommy sighed as he poked her puffed-out cheek. "You're like a little rabbit." He gently wiped a dusting of flour from the corner of her lips. "Come on, we should get to the dining hall before we're late."

The grand dining hall of the Arashikage estate was alive with lively chatter as clan members enjoyed their meal. Kira sat beside Tommy, their closeness drawing knowing smiles from Sen, who was convinced she'd made the right choice in pairing Kira with Tomisaburo.

Blind Master stood, raising his voice to offer words of congratulations to those who had passed today's trials—including Akiko. Tommy and Kira clapped in encouragement, though their applause was soon overshadowed by Kenta's brooding presence. His expression was dark, his jaw tight, and his gaze locked onto Tommy and Kira as if he were plotting something in the shadows.

TBC.

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The Storm's Bride | Andrew Koji! Storm Shadow x OFC Chapter 1

Paring: Tomisaburo 'Tommy' Arashikage x OFC, Kiji! Storm Shadow x OFC, Tommy Arashikage x OFC

Fandom: Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021), G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra (2009), G.I. Joe: Retaliation (2013)   Warning: Kenta being to asshole to Kira in first met, H/C, Tommy falling love with Kira in first met

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Chapter 1

"How do you know Storm Shadow?" Duke asked the young woman standing beside Snake Eyes. She appeared delicate, yet her combat skills were unbelievably formidable. She had fought Storm Shadow, the Cobra ninja, on equal footing. But strangely enough, Storm Shadow seemed more focused on the black-clad ninja than on her.

"Storm Shadow? I know him by a different name, Duke." Mochizuki Kira said in a calm voice. "I knew him before he joined Cobra. I knew him as a friend… and as my fiancé."

"W—what?! Fiancé?!" Ripcord was stunned. The idea that the white-clad ninja had such a sweet and beautiful fiancée was unbelievable. "Wait… why 'fiancé'? And do you really know him?"

"I know him as Tomisaburo Arashikage… or simply, Tommy."

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"Kira, when we enter the Arashikage estate, you must be respectful toward them," Mochizuki Toshiro told the little girl in a bright blue kimono as they sat in a limousine. "You are to marry one of Sen-sama's grandsons." The brown-haired man looked out the window before continuing.

"Sen-sama suggested that you stay with them until you reach marriageable age. This will allow you to learn their customs and traditions, and get to know both grandsons. If you ever feel unhappy or if anyone mistreats you, please inform me or your caretaker, Makiko, immediately."

From what Kira knew, the head of the Arashikage clan had two grandsons. Her own children had all passed away in tragic circumstances, leaving only those two as her heirs. Unsurprisingly, Sen sought a bride from another remaining ninja lineage, and the Mochizuki clan was one of the selected families.

The Arashikage estate was more like a castle than a house, at least in her eyes. It was a grand estate with what seemed like a small village within its boundaries. The Mochizuki family's car pulled up at the entrance, and a chauffeur rushed to open the door for the father and daughter.

A middle-aged man greeted them with a bow before leading them to the main hall, where they would meet Sen and one of her grandsons. The two bowed respectfully. Sen looked at Kira with a warm smile. "Kira has grown quite a bit, hasn't she, Kenta?"

Arashikage Kenta, one of Sen’s grandsons, glanced at Kira before sneering. "This girl? She's ugly," he scoffed. "An ugly duckling like her is lucky to have anyone marry her. She looks like a clueless fool."

Kira lowered her head, her small hands gripping her kimono tightly as she endured the cruel words.

"Kenta..." Sen's displeasure was evident in her expression. "You shouldn't speak like that—"

A loud thud interrupted them as if someone had just slammed into the sliding door. The four turned their attention to the entrance just as the shoji door slid open.

A boy with a tall, lean figure stood there, dressed in a dark-colored jinbei, exuding far more elegance than Kenta. Before Sen could scold him, the boy spoke loudly:

"I will marry her!!!"

The boy declared, his voice unwavering. "I will marry Mochizuki Kira when she comes of age. I don't care how she looks when she grows up—I will marry her."

Sen shook her head, though a faint smile formed on her lips. She already knew which grandson would end up as Kira’s husband.

"Fine. You can have her, Tomisaburo," Kenta grumbled. "I don't care."

"She is not an object, Kenta. She is a young lady. Show her some respect."

Kira looked up at the boy standing in front of her. He appeared to be older than her but younger than Kenta. She remembered his name clearly. Her heterochromatic eyes focused on him as he bowed before speaking.

"Arashikage Tomisaburo. But you can call me Tommy."

Kira returned the bow and said softly, "Mochizuki Kira. It's a pleasure to meet you, Tomisaburo—"

"I told you, just call me Tommy." Tommy insisted. "Grandmother, may I take her for a walk?"

"After your training—"

"I already finished training with Hard Master." He replied before grabbing Kira’s hand and pulling her out of the reception hall. Sen could only shake her head in amusement as she turned to Toshiro.

"It seems your daughter already has a husband waiting for her."

Tomisaburo led Kira toward the Arashikage estate’s garden. Servants and caretakers bowed to them as they passed. Kira, still holding his hand, finally spoke up.

"Tommy-san, did you mean what you said?"

"I told you, just call me Tommy. And yes, I meant every word, Kira-chan," he said. "Don't let Kenta’s words get to you. He says awful things to everyone, even to me, his own cousin."

Kira nodded. Then, she felt something tucked into her hair. She reached up and realized he had placed a small sakura flower above her ear.

Tommy grinned. "You're beautiful, Kira-chan. And when you grow up, you'll be even more beautiful."

Her cheeks flushed lightly. Tommy held her hand again. "Come on, let me show you around."

Thus, that was the first meeting between Mochizuki Kira and Arashikage Tomisaburo. No one knew what the future would hold for them, but fate would decide.

TBC.

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Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021), G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra (2009), G.I. Joe: Retaliation (2013) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Storm Shadow (G.I. Joe)/Original Female Character(s), Tomisaburo Arashikage/Original Female Character(s), Tommy Arashikage/Original Female Chracter(s), Arashikage Clan (G.I. Joe) & Original Female Character(s), Snake Eyes & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Storm Shadow, Arashikage Tomisaburo, Arashikage Tommy, Arashikage Sen, Arashikage Kenta, Arashikage Clan (G.I. Joe), Akiko (Snake Eyes), Original Female Character(s), Anastasia "Baroness" DeCobray, Snake Eyes, Shana "Scarlett" M. O'Hara, G.I. Joe Additional Tags: Storm Shadow is green flag to hers., Vaginal Sex, First Time, First Kiss, Arranged Marriage, Arashikage Kento is asshole, Fall in love in first met, Attempted Murder, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Storm Shadow need a hug, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Violence, Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Penis In Vagina Sex, BFF! Akkio, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Before Storm Shadow joined Cobra, he had a good heart and was to marry his bride, Kira Mochizuki, as he was the sole heir of the Arashikage Clan.

This story is set before and during Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021), and it may also reference elements from G.I. Joe (2009) and (2013). I would like to see more of Andrew Koji's portrayal as Storm Shadow.

Reminding Note: Don't educate me about my English and grammar, it was not my main language!!! I used as second language.

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Chapter 1 is already up!!!

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I have a new (ilttle) idea of my new fic, I want to write storm shadow x oc but I might slowly update since I had to translate in English and rewatch Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021) again since it based on Andrew Koji! Storm Shadow.

It gonna update on AO3

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Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021), G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra (2009), G.I. Joe: Retaliation (2013) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Storm Shadow (G.I. Joe)/Original Female Character(s), Tomisaburo Arashikage/Original Female Character(s), Tommy Arashikage/Original Female Chracter(s), Arashikage Clan (G.I. Joe) & Original Female Character(s), Snake Eyes & Original Female Character(s) Characters: Storm Shadow, Arashikage Tomisaburo, Arashikage Tommy, Arashikage Sen, Arashikage Kenta, Arashikage Clan (G.I. Joe), Akiko (Snake Eyes), Original Female Character(s), Anastasia "Baroness" DeCobray, Snake Eyes, Shana "Scarlett" M. O'Hara, G.I. Joe Additional Tags: Storm Shadow is green flag to hers., Vaginal Sex, First Time, First Kiss, Arranged Marriage, Arashikage Kento is asshole, Fall in love in first met, Attempted Murder, Attempted Rape/Non-Con, Storm Shadow need a hug, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Violence, Sexual Tension, Explicit Sexual Content, Penis In Vagina Sex, BFF! Akkio, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Before Storm Shadow joined Cobra, he had a good heart and was to marry his bride, Kira Mochizuki, as he was the sole heir of the Arashikage Clan.

This story is set before and during Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021), and it may also reference elements from G.I. Joe (2009) and (2013). I would like to see more of Andrew Koji's portrayal as Storm Shadow.

Reminding Note: Don't educate me about my English and grammar, it was not my main language!!! I used as second language.

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The Storm's Bride | Andrew Koji! Storm Shadow x OFC Chapter 1

Paring: Tomisaburo 'Tommy' Arashikage x OFC, Kiji! Storm Shadow x OFC, Tommy Arashikage x OFC

Fandom: Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021), G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra (2009), G.I. Joe: Retaliation (2013)   Warning: Kenta being to asshole to Kira in first met, H/C, Tommy falling love with Kira in first met

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Chapter 1

"How do you know Storm Shadow?" Duke asked the young woman standing beside Snake Eyes. She appeared delicate, yet her combat skills were unbelievably formidable. She had fought Storm Shadow, the Cobra ninja, on equal footing. But strangely enough, Storm Shadow seemed more focused on the black-clad ninja than on her.

"Storm Shadow? I know him by a different name, Duke." Mochizuki Kira said in a calm voice. "I knew him before he joined Cobra. I knew him as a friend… and as my fiancé."

"W—what?! Fiancé?!" Ripcord was stunned. The idea that the white-clad ninja had such a sweet and beautiful fiancée was unbelievable. "Wait… why 'fiancé'? And do you really know him?"

"I know him as Tomisaburo Arashikage… or simply, Tommy."

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"Kira, when we enter the Arashikage estate, you must be respectful toward them," Mochizuki Toshiro told the little girl in a bright blue kimono as they sat in a limousine. "You are to marry one of Sen-sama's grandsons." The brown-haired man looked out the window before continuing.

"Sen-sama suggested that you stay with them until you reach marriageable age. This will allow you to learn their customs and traditions, and get to know both grandsons. If you ever feel unhappy or if anyone mistreats you, please inform me or your caretaker, Makiko, immediately."

From what Kira knew, the head of the Arashikage clan had two grandsons. Her own children had all passed away in tragic circumstances, leaving only those two as her heirs. Unsurprisingly, Sen sought a bride from another remaining ninja lineage, and the Mochizuki clan was one of the selected families.

The Arashikage estate was more like a castle than a house, at least in her eyes. It was a grand estate with what seemed like a small village within its boundaries. The Mochizuki family's car pulled up at the entrance, and a chauffeur rushed to open the door for the father and daughter.

A middle-aged man greeted them with a bow before leading them to the main hall, where they would meet Sen and one of her grandsons. The two bowed respectfully. Sen looked at Kira with a warm smile. "Kira has grown quite a bit, hasn't she, Kenta?"

Arashikage Kenta, one of Sen’s grandsons, glanced at Kira before sneering. "This girl? She's ugly," he scoffed. "An ugly duckling like her is lucky to have anyone marry her. She looks like a clueless fool."

Kira lowered her head, her small hands gripping her kimono tightly as she endured the cruel words.

"Kenta..." Sen's displeasure was evident in her expression. "You shouldn't speak like that—"

A loud thud interrupted them as if someone had just slammed into the sliding door. The four turned their attention to the entrance just as the shoji door slid open.

A boy with a tall, lean figure stood there, dressed in a dark-colored jinbei, exuding far more elegance than Kenta. Before Sen could scold him, the boy spoke loudly:

"I will marry her!!!"

The boy declared, his voice unwavering. "I will marry Mochizuki Kira when she comes of age. I don't care how she looks when she grows up—I will marry her."

Sen shook her head, though a faint smile formed on her lips. She already knew which grandson would end up as Kira’s husband.

"Fine. You can have her, Tomisaburo," Kenta grumbled. "I don't care."

"She is not an object, Kenta. She is a young lady. Show her some respect."

Kira looked up at the boy standing in front of her. He appeared to be older than her but younger than Kenta. She remembered his name clearly. Her heterochromatic eyes focused on him as he bowed before speaking.

"Arashikage Tomisaburo. But you can call me Tommy."

Kira returned the bow and said softly, "Mochizuki Kira. It's a pleasure to meet you, Tomisaburo—"

"I told you, just call me Tommy." Tommy insisted. "Grandmother, may I take her for a walk?"

"After your training—"

"I already finished training with Hard Master." He replied before grabbing Kira’s hand and pulling her out of the reception hall. Sen could only shake her head in amusement as she turned to Toshiro.

"It seems your daughter already has a husband waiting for her."

Tomisaburo led Kira toward the Arashikage estate’s garden. Servants and caretakers bowed to them as they passed. Kira, still holding his hand, finally spoke up.

"Tommy-san, did you mean what you said?"

"I told you, just call me Tommy. And yes, I meant every word, Kira-chan," he said. "Don't let Kenta’s words get to you. He says awful things to everyone, even to me, his own cousin."

Kira nodded. Then, she felt something tucked into her hair. She reached up and realized he had placed a small sakura flower above her ear.

Tommy grinned. "You're beautiful, Kira-chan. And when you grow up, you'll be even more beautiful."

Her cheeks flushed lightly. Tommy held her hand again. "Come on, let me show you around."

Thus, that was the first meeting between Mochizuki Kira and Arashikage Tomisaburo. No one knew what the future would hold for them, but fate would decide.

TBC.

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The Storm's Bride | Andrew Koji! Storm Shadow x OFC Masterlist

Paring: Tomisaburo 'Tommy' Arashikage x OFC, Storm Shadow x OFC

Fandom: Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021), G.I. Joe: Rise of Cobra (2009), G.I. Joe: Retaliation (2013)

Warning: Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Consensual Sex, Past Attempted Rape/Non-con, Sexual Harassment, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Canonical Character Death, Violence, Age Difference, Porn With Plot, Fluff and Angst, Arrange Marriage, Protective! Storm Shadow, Tommy being green flag to his girl.

Writer's note: This story is set before and during Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021) and may also reference elements from G.I. Joe (2009) and (2013). I would like to see more of Andrew Koji's portrayal as Storm Shadow. Don't educate me about my English and grammar; it was not my main language!!! I used it as a second language.

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Storyline: Before Storm Shadow joined Cobra, he had a good heart and was to marry his bride, Kira Mochizuki, as he was the sole heir of the Arashikage Clan.

Chapter 1

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I have a new (ilttle) idea of my new fic, I want to write storm shadow x oc but I might slowly update since I had to translate in English and rewatch Snake Eyes: G.I. Joe Origins (2021) again since it based on Andrew Koji! Storm Shadow.

It gonna update on AO3

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Second Chance | Aemond Targaryen x OFC

Paring:  Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen x Viseara Targaryen (OC), Aemond Targaryen x Viseara Targaryen (OC), Implied Aegin II Targaryen x Celtigar! OFC

Fandom: House of The Dragon (HBO)

Warning: Fluff, Baby Baelon being chaos like his mom, What if! Viseara survived childbirth.

Writer’s note: Some special with what if! event I might made more special chapter about them. ;)

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Second Chance masterlist |

Special Chapter: Cannibal

"Aemond, would you like to hold Baelon?"

"I—I think I'd better not, my love," he stammered.

Despite his protests, Viseara placed their infant son into his arms, leaving the one-eyed prince blinking nervously. He glanced down at the tiny child in his embrace, unsure of what to do. It was absurd, really—he was a father in his early twenties, while his wife could technically be considered his mother given their age difference. The irony felt bitter.

Viseara had nearly died giving birth to her son, Baelon, requiring the maesters to keep a constant watch over her throughout the night. However, as her older brother once remarked, Viseara was far too stubborn to succumb easily.

Aemond had nearly fainted when, just days after her recovery, she carried Baelon from his cradle, mounted her blue-scaled dragon, Nyx, and flew around Dragonstone several times with their infant in tow. Baelon had loved it, laughing joyously in his mother's arms. Although Aemond knew that Alyssa, his wife’s mother, had done something similar with her own children, it did little to ease his anxiety.

Baelon's dragon egg had hatched, but tragedy struck when the hatchling died just days after emerging from its shell. Determined to ensure that his son wouldn’t grow up feeling inadequate or dragonless as he had, Aemond tirelessly searched for another egg for Baelon but found none. Dragons rarely laid eggs anymore, and the few remaining had already hatched.

Instead, he took Baelon on rides atop Vhagar or allowed Viseara to carry the boy on Nyx. Having experienced the shame of being dragonless, Aemond was determined that his son wouldn’t endure the same fate.

Baelon grew up surrounded by his cousins but was closest to Visenya, the daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon, who was born after their efforts to have another child. The two often played together on the beaches of Dragonstone for hours. Daemon once teased Viseara, saying he wouldn’t be surprised if Baelon and Visenya ended up marrying one day.

Everything was peaceful until Baelon's sixth birthday. Viserys and Daemon had traveled to Dorne to negotiate a peace treaty. Aemond wanted to accompany them but was told to stay behind, as Vhagar's presence might incite violence among the Dornish. Instead, he was tasked with looking after Baelon.

That afternoon, Aegon and Elia visited with their three children, and Aenys arrived by ship with Helaena, who was in the early stages of pregnancy. While the children played in another room, Aemond conversed with the adults.

Suddenly, a soldier rushed in, pale and panicked, reporting that Prince Baelon had run off to the other side of Dragonstone for no apparent reason. Aemond immediately dashed out to search for his mischievous son. He had heard that the area was frequented by Cannibal, the massive black dragon infamous for devouring anything smaller than itself.

As he heard Vhagar's roar echoing across the cliffs, Aemond sprinted faster, calling out for Baelon. He froze when he reached the scene. There, perched on the monstrous Cannibal, was his pale-haired son.

To Aemond’s astonishment, the dragon didn’t harm Baelon. Instead, it allowed the boy to climb its massive frame. As Aemond cautiously approached, Cannibal bared its teeth, growling menacingly.

Switching to High Valyrian, Aemond assured the beast he meant no harm to his son. After a tense moment, Cannibal relented and allowed him to approach. Aemond scooped up Baelon, who giggled with delight, and smiled wryly.

"Looks like we have another brave Baelon in the family," Aemond said, kissing his son’s head. "And the youngest ever to bond with a dragon."

When news of Baelon bonding with Cannibal reached the Red Keep, Rhaenyra immediately flew to Dragonstone on Syrax, eager to see for herself. She stared at the young prince, who looked at her with wide, innocent eyes.

"Does Princess Viseara know yet?" she asked.

"I’ve sent a raven to her, sister," Aemond replied. "But knowing her, she’s probably—"

The roars of a red dragon, a crimson queen, and a blue-grey scaled beast echoed across the skies. "Looks like they're having too much fun burning Dorne," Aemond remarked as he turned toward the docks. 

The three dragons landed gracefully, and Viseara, clad in black and red armor, approached them with urgency.

"Baelon, don’t give your mother a heart attack!" she scolded, running her hands through her son’s hair. "You shouldn’t bond with a dangerous dragon without a dragon keeper present!"

Daemon approached with a wide grin. "Let me see the new dragon rider," he said, scooping up Baelon from Aemond’s arms. "Bigger dragon than your father, but my dragon’s still cooler, you know, little nephew."

"Daemon," Viseara and Rhaenyra said in unison, making him flinch. He gave a sheepish grin and returned Baelon to Viseara.

"I was just teasing the little Baelon," he muttered, handing the boy over.

"You’re impossible," Viseara grumbled.

"I’m your twin brother, remember?"

"You were only born first because I kicked you out, Daemon. So, technically, I should be the elder sibling."

"Oh, really? Want to race again, sister?"

"Your dragon is slower than mine and Meleys. Still think you stand a chance?"

"Low blow!" Daemon groaned. Indeed, the Seven seemed to have cursed him with a twin sister who always got the better of him.

No matter what, though, Viseara would always be his twin sister.

"So, in conclusion, Baelon can play with Cannibal, but he can't ride him until the dragon saddle is ready, correct?" Aemond asked, preparing to retire for the night, while Viseara brushed her hair in front of the mirror. He was still wrapping his head around the fact that their little son had bonded with the most dangerous dragon alive without being incinerated—or ending up as a meal. The dragonkeepers had nearly fainted when they learned they'd eventually have to saddle the beast, knowing its volatile nature. The one-eyed prince often wondered where Baelon got his reckless streak from. Was it from him or Viseara? Perhaps the child was the gods' way of punishing him—reincarnating his grandfather as his son for stealing his daughter as his wife.

"Forgive me, grandfather, for taking your daughter as my wife," he thought wryly.

"Yes, but the hard part will be saddling him," Viseara replied, placing her brush down and walking to the bed. "You know how risky it is to saddle a wild dragon that has only recently bonded with a rider." The rogue princess's casual tone was undercut by a sudden, pointed question: "Did you ever think of marrying someone else?"

Aemond, who had just laid down, bolted upright at her words. His good eye blinked rapidly as he processed what she had just said. Reaching out, he clasped her hand, pressing tender kisses along her knuckles. "Seven save whoever upset my wife," he vowed silently. "I'll have Alys Rivers curse them into madness."

"Why would you say such a thing, my love?" he asked softly.

"Well... others have so many children, and I’ve only given you one. Plus, I’m old enough to be your mother—"

"Name them, and I’ll have Alys Rivers curse them all—ow!" He winced, rubbing his arm where she'd smacked him.

"I'm just overthinking," Viseara muttered.

Aemond understood. The age gap between them was undeniable, and in their previous lives, their fates hadn’t intertwined like this. It wasn’t surprising that she would have such insecurities. Gently, he clasped her hands again.

"You’ve given me more than enough by blessing me with our son," he reassured her. "I would never want you to endure the agony of childbirth again just to satisfy the whims of lords or match my father’s ambitions. Having you as my wife is all I need. I swear I will never take another wife, even if you were to pass."

Viseara scoffed, crossing her arms. "If I die before you and you remarry, I’ll haunt her until she goes mad."

"Seven save me," Aemond muttered, pulling her into a hug. "I swear to the gods, I’ll have only you as my wife. If I break that vow, may the Seven strike me down."

Her lips twitched into a smirk. "You’ll have to make up for all the time I was away then. Sleeping alone must’ve been dreadful."

"Sometimes I had Baelon sleep with me," Aemond admitted sheepishly, brushing his lips against hers. "I swear, no handmaid ever shared my bed in your absence."

The rogue princess pushed him back onto the mattress, straddling him. Before they could proceed further, a loud voice from the adjacent room interrupted them—none other than Aegon’s.

"If you two are going to do it, keep it down! I can’t sleep!—Ow! Elia, my love, don’t hit me!"

"And I can’t sleep because of you, Aegon!"

The couple chuckled softly at the exchange before Aemond leaned over to blow out the bedside candle, plunging the room into darkness. They hoped this time, nothing would interrupt their long-overdue reunion. The End

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I should watch Squid Game now since my internet talk about it. So, I should stop lazy--

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Second Chance | Aemond T. x OFC

Paring:  Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen x Viseara Targaryen (OC), Aemond Targaryen x Viseara Targaryen (OC), Implied Aegon II Targaryen x Celtigar! OFC

Fandom: House of The Dragon (HBO)

Warning: Violence, Canon Divergence

Writer’s note: Let me remind you, dear reader, that this is a complete work in my language, translated into English. Therefore, there may be plot holes and grammatical mistakes in this work. English is my second language, not my mother tongue.

I recall the quote Mirena said to Vlad in the movie "Dracula Untold," and I decided to include it in this chapter.I also remember how old Viseara is in this story, which is why the ending unfolded as it did. She is in her late 40s and pregnant once again at this age. I promise that a special chapter will be released soon.

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Chapter 17 The end of a story, but the beginning of a new one.

“Didn’t get my message, did you?” Her slender hand rested casually on the hilt of her sword. “I’m not dead, and...”

Before she could finish, another dragon swooped down, its massive wings kicking up a gust as it landed. Its rider descended gracefully, revealing a regal woman adorned with the crown of King Jaehaerys the Conciliator.

“Kneel,” Viseara’s voice rang out cold and commanding, “before the true queen.”

Otto Hightower and the Green Council were forcibly made to kneel by the Gold Cloak soldiers, who remained loyal to the rogue twins. The rogue princess stepped forward, her mismatched eyes gleaming as she approached the Hand of the King, who struggled to comprehend the sudden turn of events—especially the revelation that the person he believed dead was very much alive, contrary to Lord Baratheon’s claims.

“Oh, old leech...” she spoke with a sly smile. “I have an offer for you. Surrender and beg for Queen Rhaenyra’s mercy, and your children will be spared.”

“At worst, Ser Gwayne will be sent to the Wall, and Alicent will become septa—or face whatever mercy the Queen deems fit. But if you refuse?” Her tone darkened as she leaned closer to Otto. “Your son will be Vhagar’s next meal, followed by your precious daughter.”

Her voice softened into a venomous whisper. “Well? Don’t you love your children?”

Grinding his teeth, Otto finally uttered, “Please... please, Your Majesty. Have mercy on me and my children.”

The rogue princess stepped back, allowing the Queen of the Seven Kingdoms to take the reins. Rhaenyra’s gaze fell on Otto with a mix of contempt and satisfaction. This man was the architect of the chaos that had engulfed her and her loved ones—the manipulator who had dragged her former friend and half-siblings into the deadly game of power while they were still children. He had contributed to Queen Aemma’s tragic death and neglected to alter King Viserys’ treatments, ultimately causing her father’s slow, agonizing demise.

Rhaenyra resolved to sever these toxic ties with her own hands, liberating everyone from Otto’s machinations. The Black Queen had already decided Otto Hightower’s fate. His name could no longer linger as a thorn in her side.

She ordered his execution to serve as a grim reminder of his wickedness. Otto was dragged away to the dungeons to await his beheading the following day. Other members of the Green Council were offered exile to the Wall, though some chose death over freezing in the North. Among them was Ser Gwayne.

Alicent, however, was placed under house arrest, confined to her chambers, with only her children permitted to visit. Helaena married Aenys to mend the rift between the two families. Aegon chose to flee to the Free Cities with Elia and their children. It broke Viseara’s heart to let her youngest daughter go so far from her, but she trusted Aegon’s promise to care for her.

Meanwhile, Daeron returned to Oldtown, yearning for the freedom he had once enjoyed. His charm won over many women, as Ser Gwayne had once teased the Green Queen, but in the end, he married Floris Baratheon.

The Hightower family, after these events, lived humbly, avoiding any action that might bring ruin or a fate like Otto’s.

Jacaerys was named heir to the Iron Throne, while Lucerys traveled to Driftmark to prepare to inherit the title of Lord of the Tides from Corlys Velaryon. Lucerys reportedly grew close to his uncles there. Rhaenyra’s remaining sons returned safely from Pentos under the protection of the Velaryon fleet.

On the day of Otto’s execution, the city square was filled with the jeers and curses of the people he had wronged. Dragged to the center, Otto was beheaded amid a cacophony of cheers. His head and those of other Green Council members were mounted as a warning to others.

The Iron Throne accepted Rhaenyra as its queen, leaving her unscathed as she sat upon it—a testament to her rightful rule. The Seven Kingdoms acknowledged her as Westeros’ first queen. With her wisdom and the support of those around her, Rhaenyra resolved lingering issues and ushered in a new era of peace.

The civil war between the Blacks and the Greens had ended with minimal bloodshed.

As for Aemond and Viseara, they secluded themselves on Dragonstone after the war, to such an extent that Jacaerys joked they might as well have disappeared. Servants whispered about how the usually stoic, one-eyed prince was utterly devoted to his wife, rarely leaving her side—especially now that she was heavily pregnant.

On Dragonstone’s balcony, Aemond gently caressed Viseara’s swollen belly and pressed soft kisses to her shoulder. She turned to him with a wry smile. “If I’d been born later, we might have had as many children as King Jaehaerys and Queen Alysanne,” she teased.

Aemond chuckled and leaned closer to her ear. “Or if I’d been born earlier…” He paused, clasping her hand. “Viseara, I have a confession to make.”

Viseara swallowed hard, realizing she, too, had something to confess. She turned to him. “So do I. Let’s say it together.”

They locked eyes and spoke in unison, “I traveled back in time—”

Both froze in shock. “You time-traveled too?”

“And you as well?” Aemond blinked, astonished. “That explains how you always seemed to know what would happen, even at Storm’s End.”

“Yes... though what happened with Criston was unexpected,” Viseara admitted, scratching her head. “I only wanted to save Rhaenyra and everyone else. I never imagined I’d end up marrying my own nephew.”

“But I’ve loved you for a long time, so let’s call it even,” Aemond said with a mischievous grin. His words reminded Viseara of Alicent’s jest about how he too would have been obsessed with her.

Viseara smirked. “If you were infatuated, you should have said so sooner.”

“I admit, I was too rash and hot-headed back then. It cost me your trust.” Aemond held her hand tightly, resting his forehead against hers. “This time, I won’t lose you again.”

“Just don’t kill me again.”

“I swear.”

Months later… The cries of Viseara echoed throughout Dragonstone as her labor stretched on for hours. Aemond had been sent outside to wait, his worry growing with every passing moment. Finally, the sound of a newborn’s cry pierced the tense air. A maester emerged to deliver the news to the one-eyed prince.

“You have a son, my prince, and he is healthy.”

Aemond rushed into the chamber to see Viseara cradling their newborn child. The prince gazed at the baby in his wife’s arms, noticing the unmistakable Targaryen features.

“Have you chosen a name for him?” he asked.

“Baelon… Baelon Targaryen,” Viseara said with a soft smile, though her face was pale as snow. Her mismatched eyes met Aemond’s, and she spoke again.

“Aemond, could you take me for a ride on Vhagar? Just once. With our son. I want to do what my mother once did with me and my brothers.”

Though Aemond hesitated, knowing she had just endured childbirth, he relented to her wish. He helped her to her feet, carefully swaddling their newborn son before they climbed onto Vhagar’s back. Together, the three of them soared above Dragonstone, the baby laughing joyfully in his mother’s arms.

Aemond felt Viseara’s embrace tighten as her voice, weary yet full of love, broke the silence.

“Aemond… remember when I told you I wanted to have many children with you? If only I had more time…”

“One is enough,” Aemond replied firmly. “Baelon is enough. I don’t want to see you suffer again.”

“Such sweet words… but a man like you could always find another when I grow old,” Viseara teased weakly, resting her head against his shoulder. “You’re a handsome man, after all.”

“You sound like an old woman full of doubts,” Aemond teased back. “You’re the only wife I’ll ever have. I’m free now that my half-sister is queen—I have no need for ambition.”

“Then in my next life, I’ll be born later,” Viseara whispered. “So we’ll be the same age… and we can have many children together.”

“Death cannot separate us, for one life is born from the other,” Aemond said softly.

“Where did you read that?” she murmured, her voice fading.

Aemond felt her grip weaken, but he refused to acknowledge the dread creeping into his heart. He carefully helped her dismount when they landed, cradling their son in one arm. Her delicate hand reached up to touch his cheek.

“Aemond… I love you.”

“I love you too,” he replied, his voice trembling.

Viseara closed her eyes with a faint smile, her body going limp in his arms. Aemond clutched her tightly, tears streaming down his face as he carried her lifeless body back to Dragonstone for her funeral rites.

The news of Viseara’s death reached King’s Landing swiftly, prompting the family to gather. Aegon arrived with his dragon, Sunfyre, carrying his baby daughter, Elaena. Daeron joined later. The somber atmosphere weighed heavily on all present.

Daemon, upon seeing the newborn in Aemond’s arms, asked, “What’s his name?”

“Baelon. Viseara named him Baelon,” Aemond replied.

Daemon smiled, a rare moment of warmth crossing his face. He gently touched the baby’s tiny nose and said, “Be a good boy for your father, little one.”

Though the ceremony was marked by grief, Baelon’s presence brought some solace. Viseara’s older children from her previous marriage were excited about their new baby brother. Aenys cradled Baelon, rocking him gently, while Elaena played with the infant, easing the sadness in the air.

Aegon consoled Aemond, who was overwhelmed by the loss of his wife. Knowing his brother had a newborn to care for, Aegon ensured Aemond would not succumb to despair. The four siblings spent nights together in the nursery, a rare moment of unity that even brought genuine laughter from Aemond.

Aemond dedicated himself to raising Baelon, refusing to remarry. He did not want to repeat the mistakes of Viserys, who had neglected his children. He even forgave Lucerys for taking his eye, understanding that he too had been at fault.

As Baelon grew, he bonded with a dragon named Nyx, earning admiration from all, including his father. Aemond proudly recounted tales of Viseara’s bravery, saving the more shocking details for when Baelon was older.

Years passed, and Aemond lived quietly, appearing in public only for significant events like his mother’s funeral. Eventually, Baelon grew into a warrior-prince, inheriting the best traits of both his parents. He became a close companion to King Aegon III, strengthening the bonds of House Targaryen.

Aemond passed away peacefully in his bed, the same one he had shared with Viseara. His final words were a whisper: “My dearest Viseara…”

His body was cremated by dragonfire, and his ashes were laid to rest beside Viseara’s. Baelon honored his father’s memory by living a life of courage and loyalty, becoming a legend in his own right.

The Dance of the Dragons was remembered not as a war of ruin but as a conflict resolved with minimal bloodshed. Yet the Targaryen dynasty would face greater challenges in the future, as the seeds of discord sown by King Aegon IV led to the devastating Blackfyre Rebellions.

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The pale blonde-haired woman startled awake on a bed, only to collapse back down due to the pain coursing through her body from fighting Baratheon soldiers. She had tried to save Rhaegar but was injured so severely that she couldn’t reach her eldest brother in time. She had watched him fall, and then darkness claimed her.

But now, where was she?

“You’re awake…” a mysterious young man who had just entered the room spoke. He had dark hair and striking blue eyes, reminiscent of the sky. In his hands was a bowl of steaming food. “I dragged you here to hide, and… well, I took the liberty of changing your clothes. Don’t worry—no one will come after you. To them, you’re already dead.”

He handed her the bowl of soup. “You must be hungry.”

The slender woman accepted the bowl and began eating while scrutinizing the man before her. “Why did you save me?” she asked, her lilac eyes narrowing.

The man scratched the back of his neck, visibly flustered. “I… uh… don’t think I’m crazy, but…” He hesitated before blurting out, “I saw you in a dream. Though you seemed… fiercer there.”

“Never mind that… What’s your name?”

“Aemond Blackwood,” he replied, his voice steadying. “I’m named after my great-great-grandfather, Prince Aemond Targaryen.” His gaze lingered on her as he asked, “And you, Princess?”

“Viseara,” she replied, her voice filled with pride. “I’m named after my great-grandmother, the rider of Nyx and the so-called Rogue Princess. I need to leave now; I have to find my mother and my siblings—”

As she tried to stand, she nearly collapsed. The Blackwood man caught her and gently guided her back to the bed. His tone became firm. “You’re not well yet! You need to rest first, and I’ll help you find them. Please, trust me.”

Reluctantly, she nodded, though her sharp eyes noticed him muttering something under his breath. “What did you say?”

“Death cannot separate us, for one life is born from another,” he stammered, blushing slightly. “I read it in a book somewhere… don’t hold it against me.”

Aemond Blackwood’s gaze softened as he gently cupped her face, as though he knew her from another time, though he couldn’t place where or how.

“We could get to know each other better, Aemond,” Viseara said, her voice carrying a teasing undertone.

On the wooden table beside the bed rested a Valyrian steel dagger that had once belonged to Prince Aemond Targaryen, along with a ruby necklace that was Viseara's signature piece. However, neither of them seemed particularly concerned with these relics of the past; instead, they were focused on the growing connection between them in the present.

THE END

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Second Chance | Aemond T. x OFC

Paring:  Aemond “One-Eye” Targaryen x Viseara Targaryen (OC), Aemond Targaryen x Viseara Targaryen (OC), Implied Aegon II Targaryen x Celtigar! OFC

Fandom: House of The Dragon (HBO)

Warning: Violence, Canon Divergence

Writer’s note: Let me remind you, dear reader, that this is a complete work in my language, translated into English. Therefore, there may be plot holes and grammatical mistakes in this work. English is my second language, not my mother tongue.

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Chapter 16 The Fairest Knight

Due to the ongoing war, the wedding between Princess Viseara and Prince Aemond was held in a simple and rushed Valyrian style on Dragonstone. The bride was dressed in an old-fashioned wedding gown, her pale golden hair left loose to cascade down her slender back, and a beautifully crafted headpiece adorned her head. Aemond wore a matching traditional outfit, his silver hair braided into a neat plait. For this occasion, he did not wear his eyepatch, leaving his sapphire eye uncovered.

The couple stood at the same stone altar where the Rogue Princess’s niece and twin brother had wed years prior. The witnesses included the Black Queen, her children, Aenys and Maeria, and a priest of Dragonstone, who officiated the ceremony. As per Valyrian tradition, they cut each other’s lower lips with dragon glass, marking each other’s foreheads with blood in the shape of Valyrian glyphs. Aemond then cut his palm with a blade while the priest recited vows in High Valyrian.

Viseara and Aemond clasped their wounded hands together, bound by a black ribbon embroidered with gold, as their blood dripped into a chalice. The priest continued the vows, and when he finished, he handed the blood-filled chalice to Viseara, who drank first, then passed it to Aemond.

“You are my wife now,” Aemond declared, his good lilac eye fixed on her. His uninjured hand cradled her face as he kissed her deeply. The taste of blood lingered on their lips and tongues, but neither cared; they were now bound by fire and blood, inseparable.

Unsurprisingly, a raven from King’s Landing arrived almost immediately, bearing messages of displeasure from the Hand of the King and the Green Queen. However, another letter from Aegon congratulated his younger brother and aunt on finally tying the knot.

Amusing indeed.

Yet, the couple had no time for a honeymoon. Viseara had to rescue her youngest daughter, who had been captured by the Triarchy. Knowing the infamous reputation of the Triarchy's leaders, who often kept beautiful women alive as trophies or sold them into slavery, Viseara wasted no time preparing for her mission. Maeria hugged her tightly before whispering, “Be careful, Mother.”

“I will,” Viseara assured her, kissing her eldest daughter’s forehead. She mounted her dragon, which took to the skies without needing any commands.

Aemond, newly married, found himself in the position of a husband waiting for his wife to return from the battlefield. He had been persuaded to stay behind, as his dragon’s size was better suited for the ongoing battles elsewhere. Still, he couldn’t help but worry, fearing for her life, especially after what had happened at Storm’s End.

Meanwhile, news from the Riverlands was favorable: the Lannister and Hightower armies had been defeated. Jason Lannister had been slain on the battlefield, and Ser Gwayne Hightower had been captured. However, Daemon had been gravely injured and was recuperating at Harrenhal. Rhaenyra decided to leave Aenys and Maeria to guard Dragonstone while she and Aemond traveled to Harrenhal.

Upon their arrival, they were greeted by the grim sight of enemy corpses piled high, a stark warning to the Greens not to challenge the Riverlands. Rhaenyra and Aemond made their way to the medical tents, where they found Daemon lying pale and weak, with Alicent tending to the wounded.

“Am I dreaming, or has my wife come to visit me?” Daemon quipped through the pain. “Those Greens certainly put up a fight…”

“But you survived,” Rhaenyra replied, her voice steady.

Daemon’s lilac eyes shifted to Aemond, narrowing as he remembered the young prince was now his nephew-in-law—or brother-in-law—after marrying his twin sister. With Rhaenyra’s help, Daemon pushed himself into a sitting position.

“Listen, one-eye,” Daemon said with a smirk, “if my sister sheds even a single tear because of you, you’ll get to know Dark Sister personally.”

Aemond smirked in return. “That won’t happen. I love her deeply.”

Daemon made a face of mock disgust and turned to Rhaenyra. “Look at this, Rhaenyra. Your half-brother is behaving like this now.”

“Just like you and me,” she teased.

Daemon winced, silenced by the remark. Was this karma in the form of his one-eyed nephew wooing his twin sister? Somewhere in the afterlife, Viserys was probably laughing at him. The Rogue Prince suddenly felt the urge to bury his face in a pillow and cry.

“What about Ser Gwayne?” Aemond asked.

“He’s chained, nephew,” Daemon replied. “Feeling sorry for him?”

“No,” Aemond said firmly. “I just want to ensure he’s alive. My grandsire wouldn’t want his son dead. I’d rather see him sent to the Wall, away from all the political games of my family.”

The one-eyed prince’s return to the past had given him clarity. All the chaos had originated from his grandsire: arranging his mother’s marriage to King Viserys, manipulating him and his siblings, and igniting the Dance of the Dragons. Aemond didn’t know how long dragons would continue to exist, but he cared only for Viseara’s happiness and her long life.

“Where is Viseara?”

“She went to the Triarchy,” Rhaenyra answered. “But Rhaenys and the Velaryon fleet are backing her. Don’t worry.”

“I’m more worried about the Triarchy,” the Black Queen’s consort interjected with a smirk. “A mother will do anything to protect her child.”

Viseara, Rhaenys, and the Velaryon soldiers carefully observed the Triarchy’s encampment, assessing their weak points and determining the best strategy for attack. Drawing lessons from the Stepstones, they knew dragons alone wouldn’t suffice. They needed a decoy and a ground assault similar to Daemon’s tactics. However, they had to ensure Elia’s safety, as any misstep could harm her amidst the chaos. Before plans could fully form, a messenger arrived requesting an audience with the rogue princess, bearing a message from the Triarchy’s admiral.

Viseara’s mismatched eyes scanned the message, her expression hardening with fury. Without a word, she seized her steel helm and smashed it against the messenger’s face, leaving Rhaenys and Corlys scrambling to restrain her before she could kill the man outright.

Aemond arrived moments later, shocked to see the bloodied messenger and his beautiful wife clutching a bloodied helm. Though he didn’t know the specifics, he could sense the gravity of the insult. Picking up the fallen letter, Aemond’s gaze darkened as he read its contents. Without hesitation, he grabbed the helm from Viseara’s hands and struck the messenger himself, prompting the Velaryon lord and lady to intervene.

“Tell your admiral,” Aemond growled, gripping the man by the collar, “to return Lady Elia unharmed, or he’ll face Vhagar’s wrath and see his bloodline obliterated by noon.” He shoved the man away. “Run, before you become dragon feed.”

The messenger fled, leaving Viseara trembling with suppressed rage. Leaning on the table for support, she clutched her abdomen as Rhaenys rubbed her back soothingly.

“If you can’t handle this, rest,” Rhaenys urged. “Corlys and I will handle the rescue. Elia will be safe—”

A Velaryon soldier interrupted with a shout. “A dragon approaches!”

“Whose dragon—? Damn it… is that Sunfyre?”

Viseara and Aemond spoke in unison, their exasperation evident. “Mittys! (Idiot!)” Grabbing her sword, the rogue princess stormed out, signaling her dragon to wait. Ignoring the protests of her companions, she advanced toward the approaching enemy.

Spotting scorpions aimed at her, Viseara quickly snatched a crossbow and shot the enemy gunners before they could fire. The real danger wasn’t her pink-and-gold dragon soaring above but the woman wielding her sword with lethal precision. Cutting down Triarchy soldiers who dared approach, she rolled to avoid dragon fire before spotting a familiar flagship. Determined, she climbed aboard, knowing Elia must be there.

Inside the captain’s quarters, Viseara found Admiral Ryndoon holding a knife to Elia’s pale throat.

“Put down the knife, Ryndoon, and return my daughter,” she demanded coldly. Her mismatched eyes glinted with a deadly promise. “I swear on my blood you’ll see your family again—or do you wish your children to grow up fatherless?”

Drawing her sword, she took a step forward, her gaze softening momentarily as she saw Elia’s terrified face. Ryndoon hesitated before lowering the blade. Elia broke free, rushing into her mother’s arms and sobbing uncontrollably.

Before Viseara could fully reassure her daughter, the door burst open, revealing Aegon and Aemond. They sighed in relief at the sight of their loved ones safe.

“Wife—” Aegon began.

“I’m in labor, Aegon!” Elia shouted, clutching her stomach. Aegon hurriedly scooped her up, stumbling slightly as he carried her, leaving the others to wonder whether he’d drop her or reach a maester first.

Ryndoon watched them leave, muttering, “You truly are as beautiful as the songs say. Would you consider—”

Aemond’s boot struck Ryndoon, sending him sprawling. “She’s my wife, you pirate!” Aemond snarled, his fury barely contained.

“Stop, Aemond!” Viseara called, dragging her husband off the captain before he could kill him outright. Once back on solid ground, Aemond gently rested his hand on her belly, his expression softening.

“Our child will be a fighter, just like their mother,” he murmured.

“Perhaps,” Viseara replied, placing her hand over his. “But this isn’t over yet, dear nephew. We have unfinished business.”

Her gaze burned with resolve. “It’s time to march on King’s Landing.”

King’s Landing was in mild chaos at this time, spurred by mysterious messages posted along the city walls and rumors spreading like wildfire. Whispers about the atrocities Otto committed during King Viserys’ illness, as well as Queen Elia’s disappearance, had reached every corner. The rumors suggested she had not eloped with another man as the court gossiped.

It was no surprise the Red Keep was in turmoil. Citizens were protesting, attempting to break down the gates, while guards struggled to hold them back, shouting threats and warnings. The Hand of the King, Otto, seethed with anger, unable to fathom why everything was spiraling out of his control.

Meanwhile, Alicent and Helaena had barricaded themselves in a room, with Daeron standing guard at the door, ready to defend his mother and sister from any threat that might come their way. A deafening roar of a dragon echoed through the skies, drawing every gaze in the Red Keep toward the source.

Otto’s heart swelled with a flicker of hope. Perhaps it was Aemond or Aegon returning to his aid. But when the shadow blocking the sun revealed itself, his face paled. A dragon, shimmering in shades of blue and gray, landed in the courtyard, its rider descending gracefully.

“It’s impossible!” Otto gasped, his voice trembling.

The Hand of the King could scarcely believe his eyes. Standing before him was someone who should have been dead. Viseara’s lips curled into a mocking smile as she spoke.

“Didn’t get my message, did you?” Her slender hand rested casually on the hilt of her sword. “I’m not dead, and...”

Before she could finish, another dragon swooped down, its massive wings kicking up a gust as it landed. Its rider descended gracefully, revealing a regal woman adorned with the crown of King Jaehaerys the Conciliator.

“Kneel,” Viseara’s voice rang out cold and commanding, “before the true queen.”

TBC.