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wileys-russo · 9 months ago

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Idea to add to the Date To Remember universe! Mary notices more and more of her clothes and training kits have been going missing, she confronts reader as reader has a habit of taking Mary's clothes. Turns out Delilah has been sneaking into their wardrobe and taking Mary's kits to dress like her mama.

part of the a date to remember series little squirrel II m.earps

"oh you are fucking joking me where is it?" mary groaned in frustration, rummaging through each one of her drawers and tossing things behind her, determined to find the one shirt she knew she'd seen only last week.

"baby what are you doing?" you caught the next shirt flung from her hand and frowned, your wife looking at you over her shoulder and scoffing.

"looking for my shirt that you've probably stolen!" the older girl accused with a huff, turning back to her search. "and which shirt would that be?" you questioned with a roll of your eyes, throwing the one in your hand back at her.

"the faded grey rolling stones one. i wanna wear it tonight with my leather pants to dinner with the girls but i can't find it!" mary groaned loudly as you smacked her.

"lilah's sleeping!" you hissed in warning, knowing if your daughter woke up any earlier than she was supposed to she wouldn't sleep tonight, having been tired out by going to breakfast with alessia this morning, the blonde claiming she was in need of some 'god daughter time'.

"its probably in the wash or in the wardrobe but throwing stuff around everywhere isn't going to help you find it any faster babe." you sighed with a shake of your head.

"well you find it then!" your wife demanded grumpily, moving to flop down onto the bed with her arms crossed. "fine, i'll look and you put the rest of this away." you nodded to the clothes scattered around the room.

"now mary." you added on seriously when the goalkeeper made no motion to move. "god you're bossy." your wife mumbled as you shot her a glare and she avoided your eyeline, hurrying to gather the clothing strung about.

"you're one to talk! should watch some games back and hear the way you yell and carry on." you scoffed, shifting through the basket of clean laundry on the chair in the corner. "hey! you said you found it hot when i yell on the pitch." mary huffed in defence.

"i do, but that doesn't mean its not bossy." you finally found the shirt she was after and tossed it at her with a raised eyebrow. "not this one!" mary groaned and threw it back as you sighed.

"mary its grey and its a rolling stones shirt. wear it and stop whinging!" you threw it back to her. "no! i want the charcoal grey distressed looking one, it completes the outfit babe." the taller girl shook her head stubbornly and threw the clean shirt into the pile she was making on your bed.

"then find a new outfit! you're being ridiculous." you laughed and turned back to the wardobe. "i am not." the english woman scoffed as she appeared beside you.

"beautiful girl, baby, love of my life, mother of my child. you know i adore when you wear my clothes, the way everything engulfs and hangs off you because you're fun sized-" the brunette started.

"mary!" you shoved her for the last comment about your height but it didn't phase her as she continued. "-and you've always had a habit of stealing them before we moved in together-" your wife span you around and settled her large hands on your shoulders.

"-but my love i would hope that now we share a closet, share a last name, share a house and share a child, that you no longer felt the need to hide from me my items of clothing you want to wear." mary sighed dramatically making you roll your eyes for what felt like the hundreth time today.

"i didn't you muppet!" you scoffed and pushed her hands off of you. "darling, i beg to differ." mary nodded for you to follow after her into the walk in wardrobe as you withheld the urge to groan.

"exhibit a; the missing kits." she gestured to the section of the wardrobe where her most favourite jerseys all hung, and you couldn't argue with her that indeed a few of them were missing, the empty hangers a dead giveaway.

"exhibit b; the stolen hoodies." mary moved on and pointed to where her hoodies normally were stacked up neatly folded, and you knew from putting away her laundry that normally they reached the top of the shelf.

motioning for you to again follow her she headed back toward the bed, moving around to your side and pulling up a few pillows. "exhibit c; the evidence!" mary shouted dramatically, gesturing her hand toward the large t-shirt bundled beneath the pillow.

"congratulations sherlock you found the shirt i wore to bed with you, last night." you shook your head unimpressed with her takeaway. "okay what about the hoodies and the kits? thief!" mary pointed her finger at you with a scowl.

"idiot!" you retorted in the same tone, pointing right back at her making her scoff. "i don't wash your old kits because they get wrecked in the dryer, remember the euros jersey?" you reminded as mary winced with a small nod.

"and i couldn't have worn six or seven jerseys to bed last night nor would i have worn a hoodie considering its the middle of summer mary. case closed, not a thief." you defended, crossing your arms over your chest.

"well i didn't move them. so what are you saying babe, we've been robbed?" mary mocked sarcastically as your eyes narrowed. though before you could snap anything back a new voice sung out and you exhaled.

"mummy! mummy! mama!" your wifes eyes widened at your daughters voice, knowing she wasn't supposed to be up for another two or ideally three hours. "nice one earps. if she doesn't sleep tonight, neither do you!" you warned menacingly before hurrying out of the room as your daughters cries continued.

"lilah! what are you doing?" you had to stop yourself from laughing at the sight in front of you, your three year old half dressed but sat on the floor with her favourite tutu around her ankles and her head stuck in the arm hole of very large t-shirt.

one that you instantly recognised.

"stuck!" was the only reply you got with a huff as you smiled and knelt down, gently grabbing her and twisting the top so she could push her head through the right hole.

"come on bubba, up we get." you sighed in amusement, pulling her carefully to her feet and helping her step through her tutu and pull it up properly.

"what are you doing awake hm? its nap time." you poked at her stomach making her giggle and throw her arms around you in a tight hug which made you melt into a puddle.

"not nap time mumma, dance time!" your daughter sighed as if you'd said the most unintelligent thing in the world, patting your shoulder as she pulled away. "no, dance is on tuesdays, wednesdays and fridays lilah, today is monday!" you smiled as she frowned.

"no dance?" "no dance baby, sorry."

"now, where did you get this from huh?" you tugged at the bottom of the charcoal grey rolling stones top your wife had been looking for earlier. "mine!" delilah beamed happily, patting her chest as you quirked an eyebrow.

"i think its a little bit too big to be yours. we don't lie lilah!" you gently chatsized as she frowned. "mine." she repeated again, grabbing your hand and pulling you over to the playmat in the corner of her room.

you watched with wide eyes as with a grunt she pushed over the chest which contained all of her toys, though it wasn't just toys which spilled out of it.

"see? mine!" delilah chirped proudly, fondly poking at the small mountain of your wifes clothes which she'd obviously hidden away. "baby those are mama's. why did you take mama's shirts, and mama's gloves...and one of mama's shoes?" you frowned, picking up the singular cleat with a confused frown.

"wanna be like mama! so gotta dress like mama." delilah shrugged as if it was the most obvious thing in the entire world as you hummed and squatted down. "why?" you hit her with what at the moment was her favourite one word question.

"dance to be like you, don't wanna kick the ball so gotta dress like mama so she isn't sad!" your daughter explained as a soft smile curled into your features and you swiftly scooped the girl up, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"my love, mama isn't sad that you don't want to play football. she's very very proud of you, we both are. remember how we bought you flowers and ice cream and all your aunties came over for a big party after your recital?" you reminded as delilah nodded with a happy grin.

"did mama seem sad then?" your daughter shook her head. "you can wear mama's clothes but when she says you can baby, you can't take other peoples things without asking thats not nice!" you warned gently as delilah nodded in understanding.

"sorry." she sighed making you melt all over again as you hugged her tightly, rubbing small circles into her back. "thats okay lilah, just gotta ask from now on, okay?" you felt her nod into your shoulder.

her tiny arms still looped around your neck you stood and hoisted her onto your hip, making your way back to your own bedroom where your wife had finished putting away all the clothes she'd flung about earlier.

"well hello cheeky. decided a nap wasn't on the cards today did we?" mary grinned, the smile falling as your daughter hid her face in your shoulder. "come with me please." you requested, holding your free hand out to your wife who looked confused but didn't question it, taking your hand as you lead her back to delilahs bedroom.

"oh." mary breathed out as she noticed the pile of her clothing on the floor scattered about with your daughters most favourite toys. "lilah is there something we should say to mama please?" you encouraged softly, placing her down on her feet as mary knelt down to be closer to her height.

you watched a flicker of something spark in her eyes as she too noticed right away which top your daughter was drowning in. "sorry mama, should have asked." delilah pouted as you saw mary also melt right away at the gesture.

"thats okay lilah, thank you for saying sorry baby." mary opened her arms as your daughter all but charged into them, knocking your wife onto your ass as you covered your laugh up with your hand.

"god forget ballet maybe we get you into rugby kid!" mary groaned dramatically as your daughter giggled, mary pouncing at her and kissing all over her face as she begged out to stop among her laughter.

"hey lilah." you called out, your daughter sitting up a little to look at you. "why don't you go find mama's big red speaker and we can have dance class here instead." you offered watching her eyes light up as she pushed mary's arms off and all but sprinted out of the room.

"i'm sorry for accusing you of being a thief?" your wife smiled guiltily from the floor as you rolled your eyes affectionately and held a hand out to help her up. "mary!" you squealed as she tugged rather hard at your hand sending you toppling down into her awaiting arms.

"okay okay! i forgive you, ya big dope." you laughed as the taller girl attacked your own face with kisses now, apologies and sweet nothings mumbled in between them sending your cheeks bright red as you pushed her away.

"what?" you smiled knowingly as she hovered over you with a cheeky grin. "what!" you repeated again when she only continued to look down on you with the same grin that had you falling head over heels for her in the first place as she stole a quick kiss and pushed herself up.

"babe we're raising a squirrel."

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emmaofnormandy · 4 months ago

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Imagine Aegon comes to comfort you.

Warnings: drama, angst because of reasons; fluffy though because we love writing fluffy Aegon. Long post.

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What a strange bond you and the lord Aegon share. As the daughter of Ser Gwayne of House Hightower, you were raised as part of the Targaryen family since you could remember—but comparison, implicitly as it was, was always there.

You always aimed to please so what else could you do if not doing as told? You were raised to be like your royal aunt but your sweet nature prevented to emulate her flaws. Indeed your wit was as sharp as knife and your tongue could ricochet when provoked, but only your looks could tell what were you doing amidst an incestuous family.

Nevertheless, against all odds you did get well with them. How could it not be? You were raised with your cousins, but it was Aegon who climbed your walls and knocked them out.

Though he’s expected to marry his sister, it’s you whom he follows everywhere. There are whispers at court, but, as you told your aunt once, where there are tongues, words will be spoken.

Yet… now you are a young woman, in an age close to marry. You have no dragons to ride and all you can brag is about winning Aemond over poetry competition.

At times you are next to Helaena, but you feel outshone by your sweet cousin.

What is this, what is this that torments me so?

You have demons to fight underneath your mask of duty and you do not like when they crave their claws on your flesh. So today you withdraw, certain that no one is going to notice your absence.

When you do so, melancholy has you on its trap. You are swallowed by it, there staying whilst your footsteps automatically sway out of their view. You dissociate, rewinding the times you disappointed every one you know.

Perhaps what is worse is the day Princess Helaena and Prince Aegon’s betrothal is announced. You found yourself wishing to be in her shoes, the perfect Princess.

Disgusted by mundane sentiments you are suffocated when confronted by your imperfections. You need some air. Perhaps the gardens will offer some solution.

Barefoot, your Hightower curls are blown off your head the more you run into the labyrinth of green towers of leaves and pomades. Tears roll out, uninvited, as if the grip around them is now loose. Because at the center of this rarely visited labyrinth lies a cold stoned bench where you sit and burst into silent, painful tears.

Even a merry prince as himself needs some moment to himself. Regardless of how fearful he is of loneliness—which is usually mistaken as a moment of fragility—, Aegon feels in the air that not all is well as it should.

It takes no more than a few minutes to notice the lady Y/N Hightower’s escape of the court. He sighs. Thus the recollections begin as the silver haired Targaryen royal retraces your steps.

I remember well, my lady, when we bonded. It was odd that someone laughed at my sarcastic remarks; that a relative would appreciate my fierceness, or even compliment my efforts in reading messy words.

Whenever I was faulted for not being hard working like Aemond, or when envy consumed my poor soul for being overshadowed by Rhaenyra, you stood for me. You held my hand, dismissed my fragilities and reassured me I was as good as any of them. You encouraged me flying with Sunfyre when I was anguished before the Strong boys. You never failed to surprise me, a deed few—if any at all—accomplished.

But I was so selfish…. When you fell, where was I? When you wept, where was I? When your strength was shaken, I failed you. I blinded myself because I supposed you and Aemond were too bright to burn. I whored because the idea of you led me to believe I was unworthy—as my mother often remarked that she found our friendship rather unusual, uncommon, unmatched: you, the perfection; me, the broken man.

Indeed she has been correct in her judgement. But reason often tormented me because I am too weak to surpass myself. Where there are obstacles, I see an invitation to encourage my sins; where there are defiances, I convince myself I lack capacity to overcome them.

I am not brave. No, my precious lady. This errant prince is unworthy of your affection. Nonetheless… I will rescue you. You will see that I am capable of loving, even if this means to admit I cannot be loved.

The sight of you in complete distress makes him rush his steps. Part of him is relieved to see you haven’t done anything imprudent, but another prays anxiously for whatever deity that he is not the cause of your atonement.

“Goodness!”, you almost cry out when you see Aegon. You stand quickly, trying to recompose yourself. “A-Aegon! I mean, my lord cousin.”

You try desperately to omit your distress, to conceal your anxiety, but Aegon sees through you. The prince holds your wrists and pulls you against him.

“Don’t. Don’t do this, Y/N.”

Still holding a hand over your right wrist, he releases his free hand to gently brush away your eyes, after lifting your chin so he can read the pain in them.

“We’ve already surpassed this phase, haven’t we? It’s long gone since that day where… well, where we had mutual accusations of distrust”, says he, pleased to make you chuckle lightly.

“True. We are not children anymore”.

The distance is short. Shorter than what usually is. You can smell his scent, which only infuriates your racing heart.

“Then why are you running away?”

You sigh. Something about his long gaze at you, at the kindness behind his lilac irises, at the soft smile on his lips… is enough to disperse your insecurities.

“I am not running away.”

It’s a weak protest, a lie that Aegon knows what it really means. He once used it to shy away everyone who dares to approach him. For some reason, this old tactic never worked with you. It is only natural that it has no success with him as well.

“You are not well. What troubles you, my sweet? Always the dutiful daughter, always the merry one of us all, the prideful daughter of Old Town.” He strokes your cheek once more. “The stories we created, the past I was part of… cannot be just that.”

“We forged a very good bond, didn’t we?”

“Indeed.” Then a flash of hurt crosses his gaze for a moment. “Is it what it is, though? A good bond is what we have?”

And just like that you set yourself free of his touch. Where there was warmth, now there is cold.

“I cannot… Do not make me say what I may regret. Leave me to my pain, to be tormented by my delusions.”

“I may be many of the things I am accused of. However, to be careless is not one of them.” Aegon takes you by your arm, forcing you to turn at him. “Tell me I am only a memory, that we are nothing.”

“I was always yours, cousin. But you were never mine”, you burst out what’s been killing you. “I am not Helaena. Nor a Targaryen can I be considered! What am I? Who am I? Somewhere along the lines I became what is expected! But I lost myself in the process.”

“I will not sacrifice us for duty!” He holds you against him, your frame tied in between his arms. You find the same anguish in his eyes, the old desperation that equals yours, an entire ocean of profound sentiments that invite to an inevitable drowning.

Cupping your cheeks with his hands, he stares back at yours.

“It pains me that I am not able to take away your suffering. Miserable is the man who cannot uphold a sword to battle his damsel’s torments. For years I accepted that I failed before the world. But when it comes to you, Y/N, I am not afraid of the dark. I am not that fucking cunt. You never left me on my own. Unworthy as I am, hardly magnanimous as others might suggest to make me their jest, you remain.”

“I am a sinner, Aegon. Filth with…”

He covers your mouth, impeding words to come out of your disgraced soul any longer.

“For years we repressed it. Nay, Y/N. Do not make us miserable anymore. I shall make you mine at the cost of all.” And yet when battles seemingly obstinate at the cost of your breakdown, he holds you close. “Come here. Let us leave this world, uh? I know exactly what you deserve.”

You stay there for a moment, taking his words as what you need to hear. What you need to heal. Aegon is your balsam, and this is touching in many ways.

The rogue prince, rejected by all of those who, by blood, are moved by this familiar pretense of loving him, is someone else’s solace. You, often the strong one, so sensible and reasonable, rely on his feeble, meek prince whose divinity is nothing but a mask.

Thus you stay. And he loves you more than he can admit.

Sunfyre seems to smile at you when Aegon gleefully takes you to him.

“Come now. He won’t bite you!”, your rogue prince beams at you. He extends his hand at you. “Do you honestly think this is a privilege I give everyone I know?”

His golden scaled dragon seems to huff as if to say: “Indeed, my lady. Do you honestly think I would allow anyone to ride me besides Aegon?”

You giggle softly. Aegon sees you blushing, the idea of enjoying a privilege few would ever do makes you suddenly shy. Your face is adorably pink, a great sight to behold when adding to it your loose curly red hair.

“Well?”

“I do not mean to keep you waiting”, you take his hand, enjoying the warmth of your fingers locked. “Thank you for having me, Sunfyre.”

The winged creature looks at you pompously, a very adorable sight that makes you smile.

“How can one not smile before the most beautiful dragon there has ever been?”, says Aegon, resting his face against Sunfyre’s forehead. “Heavens know this is just… unmatched.”

“You have a very strong bond with this one”, you observe, smiling.

“He understands me like no other”, Aegon smiles as Sunfyre confirms him with its own way of showing tenderness. “We belong to each other.”

“Indeed. I am pleased he takes you as who you are. It is what it should have always been.”

“Come now. Let us fly!”

You take the hand offered even though you are not dressed for the occasion. As Sunfyre opens its wings and begins to fly, his hands around your waist ensure you that you are safe.

“You may be Targaryen in your own way, Y/Nickname”, Aegon whispers in your ear. “But I prefer you being Hightower. It has a better ring to it, hasn’t it? Lady Y/N Hightower.”

You giggle like a little girl. Oh, once upon a time you dreamed of this moment. It is unique, indescribable. He is so close to you, carefree and merry.

His arms around your waist as he leads the way when pulling the reins of Sunfyre, at the same time letting it be leaded by this beautiful golden winged creature.

Wind blows your hair, messing it all the way as you fly higher and maybe a choked sound comes out of your throat. Adrenaline runs in your veins and for a second you fear you are about to fall.

“Trust in me, my lady! You are safe with me!”, Aegon chuckles quietly.

You can only nod. Despite the fear, you trust your guts, and delegate all the power to him. Aegon’s face is close to yours so he can read your expressions, the subtle change in your countenance quite clear. And yet when you relax, when your shoulders are light again, he knows the value of your trust.

Taking the opportunity to surprise you, he is bold enough to press his lips against your cheek.

“Oh, Aegon!”, you blush, batting your eyelashes timidly.

“Are you enjoying this adventure?”, Aegon looks so content like he hasn’t been in years.

When your gazes meet, you forget that he is promised to another. You are led to believe he is delegating his heart to your possession. Against reason, you nurture hope.

“More than I deserve. Thank you for cheering me up.”

“Anything for my lady”, and even up in the skies he takes your hand and presses a kiss on it.

This time Sunfyre flies slowly, stable as it is up in the air. It is when Aegon takes his time to enjoy it with you.

“Aegon…”, you hesitate.

“Yes?”

He waits. When he does so, eyes are locked in a long gaze. He notices the color that paints your irises, the red that paints your curls, your long nose and heart-shaped face. Sweet features that mirror the kindness within. Your lips tremble and the prince is eager to hear those words.

Those three words that he too is eager to pronounce, tasting them for the first time in a lifetime of rage and frustration.

“I am scared to speak my mind.”

Aegon puts a hand over your chin, his callous hand moving higher to cup your cheek. To fight away the remaining shadows of your heart, right at the twilight, he knocks his pride down when choosing to be the one to say what must be said.

“Y/N Hightower, throughout these years my cold heart has been endeared to a new sentiment of a kind I never experimented before, often judged to never feel it because I was deemed unworthy of it. The root to my heart has been uneasy, I know, and yet you took it with the bravery of your gentleness.”

As the words come out so naturally, you blush deeper. You’d look away if he doesn’t make you stay and see the truth in his gaze.

“You, the very center of my heart, have grown more than a companion, a cousin, someone with whom I share blood. Nights grow cold without you, I sinned hopelessly because I thought…” Aegon sighs, impatient with himself. “All of this is to say that I love you.”

To his surprise, you cup his face with your hands and lock your lips with his. Right as the sun starts to go down, as the colors of twilight begin to paint the skies, every doubt is solved, every shadow dissipates.

It is a peaceful kiss, perfectly paired even if it starts sloppy. Sunfyre hums happily as if to put a soundtrack to this moment where Aegon Targaryen is genuinely happy for the first time in years.

“I love you, Aegon”, you rest your forehead against his. “Whatever it comes, never forget how endeared you are.”

He cannot argue when you say in such a sweet manner. You convince him that with patience and time, love flourishes.

And you stay like this for a while.

***

Aegon’s eyes are glued in you. Today you are dancing with Princess Helaena by her side at a feast that honours the king’s name day.

“Lady Y/N must be a witch”, muses Aemond out of the blue.

“What for?”, Aegon casts a frown at his younger brother. “Do not dessacralize her name like this, Aemond.”

“Oh. So you are far more smitten than I have assumed”, Aemond raises his eyebrows. “And here I was presuming you’d make her one of your mistresses…considering whom you are betrothed to.”

“Assume what you want. Lady Y/N is not a mistress, no.”

His brother cannot believe his ears. Is this an scandal in the making?

“You cannot be serious. Aegon…”

“What? All I can do is displease others as it seems. They are not content when I do as told. It is time to take my life with my own hands.”

“This will not end well.”

“We shall try and see.”

Aegon stands impatiently and moves to where you are. He knows all eyes are set on him: courtiers hold their breath when you come at his meeting. But what do they know when love is clear in the eyes of the Cupid’s victims?

Helaena, who knew from day one where this would go, smiles to you and excuses herself to Aemond’s side—which only served to leave Alicent astonished, but not entirely displeased since she likes you.

What indeed comes out as a shock is that Aegon has eyes to no other but you.

“We are making it obvious”, you murmur.

“Let it be so. I have no shame in showing my affection for you.”

“Aegon, but you are promised to another”, he sees the pain it comes when acknowledging this fact.

Hands are held and bodies dance when he says calmly:

“Betrothals are often brokered. It happens under uncertainties until marriages are certain.”

You cast him a long wide gaze.

“You cannot be serious..”

Aegon smiles at you in a way few have seen it. The dance comes to an end and he bows before you, lingering a kiss on your wrist without parting gazes.

“I am most serious in my intentions, lady Y/N.”

***

You are occupied with embroidery, lost in your thoughts by the time the queen comes to meet you.

“Y-Your Grace, my aunt”, you dip to a gracious curtsy, blushing as you do so, aware of the reason why she suddenly came to see you.

“No need formalities, child”, she gives you a small smile. “I came to talk to you. I believe you know why.”

As you mutter some answer, Queen Alicent is reminded of herself. You could have been her daughter had she been married off to a nobleman of a house like Tyrell. Not only that but some traits you possess makes her lament how she wasted her youth being a puppet to serve her father’s ambition.

Painful remembrances. And yet… you are tracing a better path than she ever did.

“I am not angry at you, dear child. I should have assumed any of this would result. To be honest, your grandsire was hoping to marry you to Aemond, seeing how similar you are.” Alicent smiles, clearly judging otherwise. “Well, Helaena was closer to Aemond than you in any case.”

“I have nothing to say against lord Aemond, my queen, but it is true that I am closer to lord Aegon.”

“I neglected to consider your sentiments in these matters much as mine were discarded by the time… Oh, never mind. It does little good to dwell in the past”, she now takes your hand. “Aegon surprised me for the first time. He is strongly decided to make you his wife.”

“Oh”, you cannot disguise your surprise. You have to put a hand on your heart as if to prevent you to pass out. “He actually means it!”

Queen Alicent chuckles at your reaction.

“I was shocked too myself, but the king and I are happy to see a change in his comportment. For which on behalf of the crown I thank you and officially welcome you to this disfunctional family, dearest Y/N.”

You laugh quietly. For the first time in a long time your demons are defeated and you taste a safe victory. This is not about comparisons anymore, nor to be gushed by insecurities. Aegon has helped you heal in many, many ways.

***

A few moons later…

“I thought I was not born for happiness”, you confide him right after you landed with Sunfyre.

Since the day Aegon and you were married, the king granted the newly weds a household so you could enjoy your privacy. Ever since this day, Springhall has been your home.

“Why would you say that, Y/Nickname?”, he holds your arm against him as you two walk side by side back inside. “Stealing from me the typical phrasing effect?”

You chuckle quietly.

“No, I mean every word I said. When circumstances forced me to acknowledge my feelings for you, Aegon, I never thought you’d correspond. I felt as if I loved a star too high to grasp.”

It is your way with words that move his heart. It is how these echo the sincerity with your devotion that bends a prideful man like him. Aegon stops the pace and turns you around.

“It pains me that you have gone through difficult months, withdrawn to a heavy pressure of expectations your mother and father laid on you. Even more that I disappointed you with my wayward manners”, he takes your fingers and kisses each for a long time.

Summer breeze blows his hair, and you seem to notice this day he is not dressing dark shade of green, but a light one instead, which matches yours.

“We tend to get lost in our way when we are not properly guided, I’m afraid. But I cannot excuse my past, when I was given the chance to write a better future. Your unending loyalty to me, Y/N… Gods. I could list to all of your virtues that charmed me… In fact, let me do it.”

He keeps his words. Your self esteem has never been higher. A man like him to praise yourself in this manner… Oh, how many skeptical persons would have mocked this possibility?

To be loved like a fair damsel in these stories you read is a reality you’ve thought impossible. You knew your dreams were prompted to be sacrificed by the duties to serve your family, but alas! The impossible is now possible!

“What a joy you give me to be your wife”, you say more tearful than you know.

“You are my heart’s queen, my heart’s gleam, light of my life, my sun and stars. I am devoted to you until the last breath of this body.”

You take his hands and plants a kiss on each, holding his fingers firmly as you look at him with a spark in your gaze.

“My best beloved, I could not find happiness elsewhere but with you. My soul rejoices when yours is close to mine, when day and night I can love you right. Oh, you light my life and lead the way to Seven Paradises!”

“My poetess!”

And saying so, he kisses you under sunlight.

***

• Epilogue.

Prince Aegon’s marriage has not only proven to be a great surprise to many and a true delight to all, but in many ways it was scandalous too.

Specially because he formally abdicated of his rights to the crown to spend his lifetime with you. By giving these to his younger brother, Aemond, well… Ser Otto Hightower might have to adjust his plans. And your sweet demeanor makes it difficult to be blamed for such a decision. Besides, you found in your father a good supporter at court so all is well that ends well.

Before the great series of events that are coming, you give Aegon a number of children to occupy yourselves to. These are:

1. Aegon, named after his father.

2. Rhaena, his twin.

3. Alysanne.

4. Daena.

5. Daeron.

6. Jaehaerys.

7. Maekar.

8. Daenys.

And two miscarriages. What is intriguing is that by the time King Viserys’ death, you and Aegon are found living your lives quietly in Essos.

So when war comes, Aemond starts to question himself.

Where is Aegon? Can he be counted on for this war? Or should he better be left in his domestic affairs?

But these speculations run out of this scope. Besides, it’s not as if Aegon and Y/N Targaryen would pose any danger to Aemond and Helaena’s inheritance… Right?

Whatever it is, some things are better left unsaid. And you and Aegon content yourselves with this very peaceful scenario…

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traumasurvivors · 1 month ago

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Vent incoming about abuse, victim blaming, enabling, etc.

My last response to the last anon got me thinking about the fact that I am the black sheep in my family. I really am.

I think this was almost a decade ago that I met this girl. She was 15. Her mom worked for my parents, and I worked for my parents in the office. She ran away from home, so during the summer, her mom brought her to work with her and left her in the office with me to make sure she knew where she was at all times.

This girl ended up opening up to me that her mom's boyfriend had sexually abused her (he also worked for my parents.) Her mom knew this. The guy was actually serving prison time on weekends for what he'd done to her. The girl's mom had asked the girl whether it was okay if she kept dating him... The girl had been 13 at the time and said "yes". What else would she say?

When I found out about it, I got involved and her mom ended up breaking down because he'd "cheated" on her with her daughter. (Yet another red flag about her mom... If a man molests your daughter and your first thought is that he cheated on you, that's gross.)

My mom and I ended up supporting the mom though to try and help the daughter, and the mom left the boyfriend. He eventually quit (after deciding it was a great idea to confront my mom and say that I was grooming the girl because I had a girlfriend at the time and his therapist had told him that's what I was doing... Like..??)

Well, the mom ended up moving right in with my uncle (not the uncle who abused me for those who know about that). I should also mention the girl had a brother, and the mom moved immediately in with my uncle and started a relationship with him.

He was a raging alcoholic. I'd get invited over, and he'd start drinking, and he'd begin screaming at the kids. They'd be sobbing on the floor, and I'd get pissed off and take them out of the situation. My family would get annoyed at me and ask why I'd even take my uncle up on his offer to visit when it always turned into a thing... And the reason was because I wanted to protect the kids. They were 15 and 14 and very much children to me that needed protecting. I was so scared myself honestly. I'd be shaking but my instincts were very much to protect them. And I am so disgusted with their mother that... she didn't? And she brought them from one bad situation to another.

This all came to a head when I watched my uncle try and physically slam the brother's head into a glass coffee table. I got beyond angry, and told him he was disgusting and took the kids out of there.

My family was angry. I was keeping them with me. I wasn't letting my uncle and the mom take them home. My parents got mad at me because it was causing issues at work because the mom was so mad. My grandparents told me to be the "bigger person" and not make waves.

No one believed me, or the boy that my uncle had tried to do this. Or that there must be a reason. Or that I was being dramatic.

The kids ended up going back on their own because they felt so bad about the shit I was coming under from my entire family.

The boy ended up running away not too long later.

I got pushed out from my family. I was the problem.

I'm still mad about this to this day honestly. They ended up realizing later that my uncle was very much a raging alcoholic, and it wasn't just when I was involved that he'd get out of control. When I wasn't around to blame anymore, things came to blows with the rest of the family. No one ever apologized to me (except my mom. Honestly, kudos to her. She says to this day that she should have realized she raised me to protect those that needed it and she's disappointed in herself that she didn't listen to me.) They just all pretend it didn't happen. I very much avoid my family for the most part.

But yeah, that's the long story of what I was referring to in my answer about being the "bigger person" because I was told to be the "bigger person" and stop trying to hide abused children at my place.

#april vents #personal #i will probably delete this later #but this makes me mad to this day honestly #and i just #it aggravates me so much #because i tried so hard to do the right thing #and everyone got mad at me #no one supported me

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justmeinadaze · 2 years ago

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Take It Out On Me Part 11 (Steddie X Plus Size Reader)

A/N: It's about to go down. Ya'll ready?!

Enjoy <3

Warnings: Dom Steddie & Plus Size Sub Y/N and all that implies (I regret nothing!), Smut and ALL the angst. These three confront the parents and as you can imagine it doesn't go well. Steve's dad is a douchebag and Y/N is referred to as a whore a few times. Eddie gets hit *cries*. He in turn gets a little rough with the reader but Steve intervenes. A bit of a cliffhanger ending... I mean I guess lol I think that's everything!

Word Count: 3335

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you slowly open your front door and enter your house, Eddie and Steve following close behind.

Both your parents are standing in the living room and to your surprise so are Steve’s. His dad visibly looks a mess, his hair and suit completely disheveled.

“Oh, Steven!”, his mother exclaims as she runs to give him a hug.

“You can leave.” Your dad gestures towards Eddie.

“I could but I’m not. Do I need to call my uncle so we have everyone who needs to be here present?”

“It’s not like you can call his dad.”, Mr. Harrington sasses under his breath as you angrily glare at him.

“Mr. Munson, you don’t need to be here. I asked for my daughter to come home with Mr. Harrington here—”

“Yeah well, my understanding is you have a problem with me to so…”, Eddie shrugs. Your dad turns to your mom and whispers something to her before she rises to head for the kitchen to use the phone. “He works at the mill up there. He should be in by now.”

You three sit on the couch as you try to keep your emotions in check. The way everyone is staring at you guys terrifies you but you were also extremely angry, knowing how this conversation was going to play out. No matter what they said, you loved Eddie and Steve. You weren’t leaving them.

“Wayne said he would be here in 15 minutes.”, your mother notified the room.

“Good. He can take his nephew when he gets here. Now while we wait, Steven, I’m just going to say this out right, stay away from my daughter. This thing you two have is over.”

“Dad—”

“And as for you, you disobeyed us. We told you to stay away from him especially since he’s associated with this one here.”, he points to Eddie.

“Which ends today to. I don’t want you spending any more time with this freak.”, his dad adds.

“Well, what does it matter, dad? According to you, I’ve already tarnished our name by not making into college, right? I’m too fucking stupid and lazy. Isn’t that what you said?”

“You’re goddamn right! We raised you to be better than this.”

“You didn’t raise him at all!”, you defended. “He’s spent half of high school alone in that big house.”

“Y/N!”, your mother scolds and you immediately fold back into yourself.

The boys glance your way before looking back down at the floor. “I guess we see now why she was so meek and scared before.”, Eddie softly smiles as he reaches for your hand.

“Hey! Don’t touch my daughter.”

“I love your daughter! No one has ever cared about me or made me feel the way she does.”

“Wait…”, Steve’s dad rubs his palm over his eyes. “I’m confused. Steve, you told me you were dating Y/N.”

“I am and I love her to.”

“But he just…”

Your eyes meet your mother’s before hers drift towards the ceiling. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

A knock on the door brings everything to a halt and your dad quickly answers it to allow Eddie’s uncle entry. “Get your nephew and get out of my house.”

“Wait. What is happening?”

“You to, Bill! Get your son and leave. It’s obvious we need to have a long talk with our child.”

“We can talk as long as you want, dad, but that’s not going to change how I feel. I love them to and after we graduate, we’re moving in together.”

“Huh…well that explains some things.”, Wayne smirks as he looks at all the other adults in the room. “I mean I had a feeling but didn’t want to assume.”

“You’re ok with this?!”, your mom shrieks.

“Yeah, I mean… they aren’t doing anything wrong. They aren’t a gang or something. They’re three people in love. It’s nice and rare at such a young age.”

“Exactly! ‘Young age’! You three are way too young to understand what you are feeling!”

“ENOUGH!”, your dad booms as all conversation ceases. “This is over.”, he points his index finger towards you. “End it now. As long as you are under my roof, you will follow my rules. You are not allowed to see either of these boys again.”

“You can’t keep us from her.”, Eddie responds as he grips your hand tighter.

“I sure fucking can! I’ll call the cops! I’ll send her to live with family in other states! I’ll—”

“You’ll call the cops and tell them what? Your daughter is spending time us? And you can send her anywhere you want, no matter what, we would follow her.”, Steve interrupts reaching for your hand as well.

“Steven Harrington, you think about this now. If you insist on staying with this…whore…I will cut you off—”

“Hey now.”, Wayne cuts in. “No need to be rude or disrespectful. If you say something like that again, I’m ending this and taking all three of them back to my home.”

As Eddie’s uncle spoke, your eyes scanned your parents. Their angry eyes were staring into a void they seemed to stuck in. What killed you most was while Wayne defended you, your mom and dad remained silent, seemingly agreeing with Steve’s father. To them…you were a whore.

“Cut me off, dad. I don’t care. I’ve spent my whole life trying to impress you and be what you wanted me to be. Now I just want to figure out who I am and I want to do it with this woman here. I may not be the best student, man, or even fucking son but I am good at taking care of baby girl here.”

“Do you agree with his dad?”, you blurted your question as you addressed your family. “Do you two think I’m a slut?”

“What-what are we supposed to think, Y/N?”, your mother stutters.

“It’s not like I’m-I’m opening my legs for all of Hawkins! I’m in a relationship with these two. I—”

“Stop it, Y/N.”, your dad warns.

“No!”, you suddenly rise to your feet. “I’ve never done anything wrong or given you two any reason to worry before. You both always said I was smart and knew how to make my own choices! Why is this ONE suddenly wrong?”

“Sit. Down. Y/N.”

“Sweetheart…” Eddie tries to pull at your hand to get your attention, getting to his feet as well. He recognizes that look and tone from your father; he’s seen it before on his own.

“Dad, they are both so good to me. If you just got to know them—”

As your dad’s arm rears back, the metalhead slides between you two, taking the slap that was meant for you. Wayne moves forward as Steve stands, tugging you behind him.

“We’re done here. I’m taking them to my trailer until Steve and Y/N feel safe coming home if at all.”, Wayne growls.

“You can’t do that.”

“Oh, I assure you I can. Unless you want to call Hopper down here so we can explain to him how you just assaulted my nephew.” His uncle reaches for Eddie’s arm and guides him towards the front door. “You kids get a head start. I’ll be right behind you.”

Without speaking, the three of you exit the house and quickly move to Eddie’s van.

“Do you want me to drive?”, Steve asks.

The metalhead shakes his head, opening the passenger door for you before slamming it shut. As he begins the drive back to the trailer, you start replaying everything in your head. You knew your parents weren’t going to approve of this relationship but you never expected them to be this angry to the point where your dad would react the way that he did.

Eddie got hurt, Steve was cut off, you and he didn’t have a home anymore. Then everything that happened last night… this is all my fault…

You tried to hide the tears that flowed as you curled into the window. After a while, the trailer came into view but even after the man parked no one moved. You glanced over at the driver, suddenly realizing his chest was rising and falling rapidly.

“Eddie… are you okay?”

Steve followed your eye line as he shifted to the other side of the van. “Munson. It’s okay, man. You’re okay.”

Eddie’s eyes shut as his mouth opened to release a loud scream as he repeatedly hit at his steering wheel. His hair blocked his face as his head hung to his chest. The driver’s side door gradually opened as Wayne leaned against it, reaching for his nephew’s arm.

“Come on, son. You’re okay.”

Gently, he tugged his nephew out and the rest of you followed suit. As you entered the trailer, you and Steve sat on the couch while Eddie’s uncle looked him over.

“He got you pretty good but…it would have probably done way more damage to her. That was a brave thing you did, Eddie.” The metalhead’s shoulders deflate as he exhales. “You two are welcome to stay here as long as you need to. Y/N, I can give you some cash and after school tomorrow you and the boys can go into town so you can buy some essentials.”

“I’m sorry…”

Wayne came over and bent down on his heels beside you. “You have no reason to be sorry, honey. You are not a whore; you’ve done nothing wrong. Okay?” He smiles when you nod. “Ed, I have to get back to work. Are you three going to be alright?”

“Yeah, we’ll be fine.”

As his uncle straightens up, he reaches over to pat Steve’s shoulder. Once he leaves, Eddie abruptly turns and heads for his room. You two trail after him, finding him in a chair with a cigarette dangling from his lips as he tries to light it.

“Fucking…piece of shit…lighter…”, he growls before angrily throwing it to the floor.

Slowly, you place yourself in front of him, extending your hand out to run your fingers through his hair. Eddie sighs again as he leans forward and rests his forehead on your stomach.

“I’m…thank you…” The tears start flow again as you hug him to you. His hands glide up to your lower back as his lips press against your tummy. The metalhead’s eyes glance up to meet yours for the first time since you left your parents house and the pain you found within them killed you. It was like the man now was fighting with the scared little boy he was back then, trying to remind himself that he was in control. You lean down to kiss his lips before nodding you head, whispering against them. “Use me.”

With incredible strength, Eddie lifted you under your arms and all but threw you onto his bed. He tore off your clothes, rapidly trying to do the same with his own. After opening your legs, he spit into cunt, gripping the base of his cock and guiding himself roughly into your body. His hips pounded aggressively into yours as he remained pushed up on his palms, long hair blocking his face from your view. As you reached up to move it out of the way, his hand flew to your wrist, pinning it flat to the mattress.

You winced at the feeling of each hard thrust; he had never been this rough with you before. He began muttering things under his breath you could barely hear as you caught every other word.

“Fucking…asshole…I could…knock him…out.”

“S-sir?”, you whimpered as Steve knelt by the bed, scanning your face.

“Color, honey?”

“Yellow, Da-daddy.”

“Eddie, she needs a minute.”

“They think…tell me…what to do…no. I’m…in control.” Your eyes widen as his hand suddenly flies to your throat, gripping it hard between his fingers.

“Eddie! Stop!” Steve quickly shoves him back and he tumbles off you, releasing you from his hold. “Y/N, are you ok?”

You cough as you try to catch your breath.

“Fuck. F-fuck, Y/N. Sweetheart, I’m so fucking sorry. I didn’t even hear you. I…fuck!”, he shouts as he hits the trailer wall with his fist.

You glance over at him before looking up Steve, assuring him you were alright. “Take these off, Daddy.” You tug at his shirt collar and he nods, rising to his feet.

“Don’t. Don’t touch me. I don’t want to hurt you again.”, Eddie’s voice shakes as you turn and place your hand on his chest.

“Do you trust me?”, you whisper.

“Yeah, I just…don’t trust myself.”

Leaning forward, you tenderly kiss his lips as you push him carefully on to his back and straddle his waist. “I do, Master.”

A moan escapes his beautiful lips at the title, his palms coming to rest on your thighs as you carefully slide his cock into your entrance. Balancing above him on your hands, you grind your hips as you tilt your upper half closer to his chest.

“You’re always so protective of me. I feel so safe with you and Daddy.”

Steve climbs on to the bed behind you as you crane you neck to watch him spit in his hand and stroke it along his length. His eyebrows raise as if to ask if you’re ready and you subtly nod, allowing him to grab your waist and push himself into your ass.

Once again, you felt so full by both of them immediately, moaning at the delicious stretch of them inside of you. Steve’s arms came into your field of view as his chest pressed against your back and his hands rest near yours against the mattress.

Your eyes rolled as he began rolling his hips into yours, panting against your skin.

“You both feel so good. Oh my god… Please, Sir. I NEED you to move.”

“You need me, princess?”

Eddie licks his lips as his hips thrust upwards eliciting a loud moan from you both. Steve leans back onto to his knees, guiding your movements with his palms as he glances between your bodies.

“F-fuck, baby. You take us both so well.”

The metalhead nods underneath you, agreeing with his friend. “Such a good girl.”

“Mmm—use me. Fill me up, please. I need you to. I need to—mmm-- feel you cum inside me.”

Eddie’s fingers reach up to caress your face before gripping the back on your neck, bringing your lips to his.

“I love you, Y/N. You are safe with us. I’d never—God—I’d never let anyone hurt you like that.” His glassy, blown out eyes lock with yours as he pumps into you harder. Steve tries to match his pace, slamming his hips into yours.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck.” Your pussy clenches around him as you cum. Eddie grunts below you at the feeling, clinging to your waist as he follows you.

The other boy holds you against his chest as he chases his high, his arms holding you tightly as he thrusts his spend into your body.

Without a word, they each gradually pull out of you making you hiss and wince at the slight sting. The metalhead gently takes your hand and walks you towards his shower. After cleaning you and making sure you were comfortable, he places you back on the mattress in front of Steve who casually begins brushing your hair.

“Wayne doesn’t need to give you too much cash. I, um, I bought some stuff and have them here for when you spend the night like that brush.”, Eddie gestures towards Steve. “We just need to find you some clothes more than anything. In a couple days, maybe my uncle can talk your parents into letting you swing by to get your stuff. You may have to wait till we find an apartment to bring everything… Trailer is kind of small.”, he smiles.

You fingers reach out to move some of his hair back so you can see his face.

“I’m really fucking sorry, princess. I didn’t mean to… Your dad hit me and I just felt like a boy again, you know? I got lost in my brain.”

“It’s okay. I understand. I genuinely do. I’m sorry he hit you.”

“I’m sorry for my dad to…talking down to both of you like that.”, Steve sighs. “You’re not a whore, Y/N. That goes without saying but…”, he chuckles. “I know you like to be called that in bed—”

“By you two. But even then, when you say it, I know you don’t mean it like they do.”

They nod at your statement, each man leaning in to kiss your lips. The rest of the night, they kept an extra close eye on you; making sure you were fed and comfortable before falling asleep in their arms. While Eddie leaned out his bedroom window smoking a cigarette, you shot up in bed, grabbing your heart as you panted.

“Hey! Whoa, sweetheart. It’s ok, you’re ok. It was just a nightmare.”

Silently, your head feel back against the pillow as you sobbed. He tossed the end of his smoke out into the yard, closing the window, and enveloping you in his arms. The metalhead tenderly kissed your forehead as you rolled over, pressing your face into his bare chest.

“I know, baby. It’s ok. I’ve got you. Master’s here for you.”

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That following morning, Eddie gave you a shirt to wear so you could at least have on something different than yesterday. All eyes felt like they were on you as you three climbed out of his van and headed for the campus.

“Is it just me or are there more eyes on us than normal?”

“Well, King Steve did just show up with the freak so I imagine there’s a lot of gossip there.”

You squinted towards the metalhead, pursing your lips. “I hate when you call yourself that. You aren’t a freak.”

“Y/N?”, Masie called as she waved you to her locker.

“We’ll see you in class, alright? Everything is okay.”, Steve soothes as he tenderly pets your head.

“Hey Maze. What’s going on?”

“I was going to ask you that.” Your best friend takes a few steps closer to you as she lowers her voice. “Is it true that you’re fucking Steve Harrington AND Eddie Munson?”

“I—what—I mean—where did you hear that?”, you ask as you stumble over your words.

“Y/N, Mr. Harrington went to the bar last night talking about how you ‘corrupted his son’ and how delusional the three of you are. The whole town knows about it. Is-is it true? I mean I know you spend a lot of time with them but I thought they were just friends.”

“I…um… what if I was in a relationship with them both? Would that be so wrong?”

Masie’s eyes widen as she takes a step back from you. “I-I-I don’t know what to say.”

Your eyes begin to water as you slowly back away. “No. I completely understand. Um, take your time and I’m just, um, going to go to class.”

“Y/N, WAIT!”, she screams after you as you run away from her down the hallway. You don’t stop till you’re outside your first classroom which is currently being blocked by students.

“Move! Everyone out of my way!”, Mr. C pushes through the crowd and you follow close behind.

A couple of boys were on the floor wrestling with Steve and Eddie. The desks were pushed out of the way and blood had already began staining the linoleum. A few other teachers with campus security ran in pulling everyone apart.

“What is going on?!”, your teacher shrieked. “Mr. Munson? Mr. Harrington? Care to enlighten me?”

They were furious, you could see it reflecting in their beautiful eyes even as they tried to avoid your gaze. Another student finally piped up and pointed towards the blackboard where you and Mr. C quickly turned to look.

In big bold letters, written in yellow chalk read the words, “Y/N Y/L/N. CLASS SLUT OF 1984.”

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exitpursuedbyavulcan · 2 years ago

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The Silver Dragon (20/?)

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Original Female Character

Word Count: 2658

Story Summary: Lady Arianwyn Targaryen, the Lady of Runestone, was seeded by her father, the Rogue Prince Daemon Targaryen, in an act of unbridled hatred, and borne of her mother, the late Lady Rhea Royce, as a desperate grasp at revenge.

Ignored by her father, and alone following the death of her mother, she is raised in King’s Landing alongside her cousin, Prince Aemond Targaryen. As they grow, the two find themselves indelibly bonded. But their lives are far from the fairy tales they read, and as tensions in the family rise, they find their paths may diverge.

Will they be pulled apart when the dragons dance?

Chapter Summary: Daemon confronts his daughter.

Warnings: Mentions of rape. Violence.

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The Library

Arianwyn had hardly made it out of Maegor’s Holdfast before her legs failed her, and she collapsed against a wall. She hung her head between her knees as she ran her hand through her hair, not caring when she thoroughly dismantled the braided bun Baela had done earlier that day.

How had everything gone so wrong?

Only minutes ago, she had been sitting with Aemond, her hand on his thigh and his eye on her lips, feeling as though nothing else in the world even mattered or existed.

Now she was so sure that it would be the last time she saw him smile, for a long while, if not forever. Daemon would not forgive his words, nor the way he had easily dispatched Jace. Even when she was of age, her father would fight against her happiness with everything he had.

“Aria!” Aemond’s voice echoing through the hall stopped her from spiraling further into paranoia. She stood from the floor to grab onto him as he crashed into her, holding her as though he would never let her go.

His voice was strained with desperation as he whispered into her hair. “Aria, I am so sorry. I wasn’t thinking. I just got so angry, and I…”

Arianwyn shook her head into his chest, failing to stop his blustering as he pressed kiss after kiss onto her head.

“I won’t let him hurt you, I promise. I’ll stand guard outside your bedchamber myself. I’ll – ”

“I’m leaving, Aemond. Tonight.”

Silence.

It had not felt real until it left her lips. Even as she had packed her bag with Brynna and practiced opening the hidden door again and again until she knew exactly where to press the keystone, it felt like a faraway dream.

It had not been real until Aemond knew.

He stared at the wall, blinking furiously to try and clear his mind as he considered her words. “I don’t understand,�� he said.

Daemon and Rhaenyra had said nothing about their returning to Dragonstone so soon. None of their other children had been commanded to pack. Why was Arianwyn leaving?

She pulled away, gazing up at him with eyes full of determination and regret. “There are tunnels throughout the castle,” she explained. “Rhaenys showed me. Tonight, Brynna and I will use them to escape. We will go to Runestone, where I will hide until I am of age, and Daemon holds no more power over me.”

Aemond scoffed, though his eyes shone with angry tears. He did not know whether his distaste for her plan was because of how foolish it was or that he did not want her to go without him. “Runestone will be the first place he searches for you. He will have you within a month, if not sooner.”

“Then I will hide someplace else!” Arianwyn hissed, not wanting to raise her voice for fear of being discovered. “But I cannot stay here, and I cannot return to Dragonstone. If he can’t whore me out to some brutish old Lord before he tires of my presence, he will kill me, Aemond! Especially after…”

She did not need to finish her thought. Aemond knew he had sealed her fate with his words at dinner. For that, he would never forgive himself.

“Let me come with you,” he begged. “I can protect you, and Brynna. I can help you find a safe place to hide.”

Arianwyn smiled sadly. “I wish you could,” she said, fighting back tears. “I really do. But he would only say that you stole me away, and paint you as the villain. And I will not allow that.”

She cupped his cheek in her hand, pulling his face closer to hers until their foreheads touched and the tips of their noses bumped together. “I will come back. And when I do, we will finally be together.”

Her eyes fluttered closed as she leaned forward to kiss him at last. But in the heartbeat before their lips touched, Aemond sharply pulled back. When Arianwyn opened her eyes, she found him looking not at her but at the man prowling down the hall.

Daemon. With a scowl on his face and death in his eyes.

Arianwyn’s heart pounded hard and slow. Bunching Aemond’s shirt in her hands, she pushed him away from her. “Go!” she shouted. “Go now!”

“Aria…” Aemond warned, taking up a defensive stance.

“If you don’t go right this instant, I shall hate you for the rest of my life,” she growled.

His nostrils flared as he fought the instinct to protect the woman he loved. But he remembered what had stopped him from killing Daemon moments ago: he needed witnesses. Someone to prove the death was justified. That he was not an evil man who would slay his own kin without righteous cause.

With a last helpless glance at Arianwyn, Aemond planted another kiss on her temple before bolting down the hall – away from her and from Daemon.

Feeling the loss of Aemond by her side like a severed limb, Arianwyn steeled herself as she faced her father. Surely, he would not kill her now, not when his wife had only just pledged them to peace in their family.

She realized just how useless that pledge was when Daemon wrapped his hand around her throat and thrust her head back into the hard stone wall, his nails sinking into her skin until a single droplet of crimson blood slid down her neck.

Rather than fear for her life or pray to the gods to save her, all Arianwyn could do was wonder whether the blood would stain her beautiful gown.

“Are you not capable of keeping your legs closed for one gods-damned day, you hateful little slut?” Daemon hissed, the sour smell of wine on his breath. He tightened his grip on her neck until she had nowhere to look but into his wrathful eyes.

Still, Arianwyn felt no fear.

She had lived for so long consumed by dread for what her father may do to her. Throughout her childhood, she dreaded his continued indifference toward her. Then she dreaded his anger, his keen hatred. The way that, with a single word, he could destroy her happiness. And now, she dreaded his following through on his threat of killing her.

At least if he did, she would finally be free of him.

With a surge of confidence, she smiled at Daemon, a dark laugh escaping her lips. “A trait I seem to have inherited from you, dear father.” When he started to respond, she cut him off, “Go on, spit your venom. It cannot sting me anymore.”

“Hold your tongue, or you may lose it,” he snarled, pushing her further into the wall. But the chill in the rough stone only invigorated her – it matched the ice in her veins.

“Like Vaemond Velaryon lost his?” she taunted, all too aware that with each word, she was baiting a dangerous beast. “If you can’t manage to hit your mark with Valyrian steel, how do you expect to hurt me when you are unarmed?”

The muscles in her neck strained painfully as Daemon roared, pushing her higher and higher until the heels of her feet lifted from the floor. With every excruciating moment that passed, she was amazed that her head did not simply fall from her shoulders.

“Your bitch mother displayed a similar wit,” he jeered, cocking his head as a dark haze crossed his eyes. He was silent for a moment before a vile sneer crossed his lips. “It did not last long.”

At that, something in Arianwyn’s heart snapped, like a crack tearing through a glacier, and something far more dangerous than even a dragon slipped through.

“Which mother would that be?” she asked with a voice as sickeningly sweet as candied lemons. “The one you killed, the one you neglected, or the one you’re now using for her throne?”

Then, with a speed that surprised even her, she reached into her skirts and pulled out Brynna’s embroidery shears. Clamping the blades together in her fist, she plunged the tip into Daemon’s hand – into the soft, vulnerable flesh between his forefinger and thumb. She struck with such force that the shears pierced all the way through, stopping only when she felt the steel bite against her own skin.

Daemon screeched in pain, jumping back and releasing Arianwyn’s throat. Her slippers had barely hit the floor before she was running, as fast as her trembling legs would take her, through the dark halls of the castle.

She did not know where she was going. The shock at what she had just done was only just hitting her, and tears stung her blurring eyes. She was running on pure instinct, though her mind screamed at her from far away to somehow make it back to her rooms, to where Brynna was waiting for her.

Then she tripped.

One of the tiles of the corridor floor had come loose and risen just enough to send her tumbling to the floor. Her left slipper came off as she skidded to a halt, her now-scuffed hands breaking her fall.

From the distance, she could hear footsteps coming toward her.

In that moment, she recalled a fairy tale she and Aemond had once read. A wayward shoe had led a Valyrian Prince to his lost Princess.

Arianwyn was not in a fairy tale.

No, this was a monster story.

She would not allow something as absurd as a lost shoe to lead her vengeful father to her. Instead, she tore her other slipper off her foot and grabbed the other from the floor as she began to run again. Once she came to an intersection of corridors, she threw the shoes down one hall and turned to run the other way.

Her lungs burned as she ran further and further, past the limits of her aching muscles. She did not stop until the sound of footsteps had faced, and she reached two large oaken doors.

The library doors.

She knew she should turn back. She should return to her rooms, her packed bag, and the tunnel that led to her freedom.

But still, she found her hand drifting over the great brass doorknobs. She had said her goodbye to Aemond, though it had not been the way she imagined. Perhaps she could take a moment to say goodbye to the library too.

The library was eerily quiet. With only two flickering candles illuminating the grand shelves, most would find the empty halls unsettling, perhaps even haunting.

But for Aemond and Arianwyn, this was a place of ultimate comfort. The place they had spent countless nights together, eagerly devouring knowledge by the same dim candlelight. This was the place they had always been able to cheer each other, even on their darkest days. This library was sacred to them. More than any other place, this was their home.

She had to be here.

With a quick gesture, Aemond signaled for Ser Criston and Arianwyn’s retinue of Runestone guards he had brought with him to fan out and search for her among the stacks. Though if she were here, he knew precisely where she would be. With his sword still at the ready, Aemond carefully and quietly made his way through the sprawling rows of shelves.

Past the oldest and most prestigious tomes, chained in place near the doors to impress foreign visitors. Past the religious texts his mother had ordered moved forward only a few years ago. Past the most flattering histories of each noble house, hand selected by their loyal Maesters over the years.

There she was.

Beneath the shelves of their precious alcove, the walls lined with the surviving histories and legends of Old Valyria, Arianwyn sat under their table, crying softly as she gazed at the book in her lap.

Silently, Aemond sheathed his sword and approached. His heart wrenched in agony when he beheld the two trails of freshly dried blood running down her neck and the already bruising skin beneath her jaw.

“Aria?” he called gently.

Her silver eyes snapped to him in a moment of fear, but they softened when she saw him.

He knelt beside the table, mouth agape as he stared at her wounds, “What happened?”

Following his gaze, she brought her hand to her neck as if she had forgotten the blood that lay there. “Oh,” she whispered, her voice raw. “I stabbed him.”

“You what?” Aemond asked in disbelief. He could hardly imagine her hurting anyone, let alone stabbing them. Though, he supposed if she was going to, it would be Daemon.

Wiping the thick blood from her hand onto her dress before closing her book – the first history of Valyria they had ever read together – she stared distantly across the library hall. “He was choking me. And he insulted my mother. So, I stabbed him.”

Aemond could not help the pride that rose in his chest nor the breathless laugh that escaped his lips. “With what?”

Arianwyn returned the smile as she looked back to him, “Brynna’s embroidery shears.”

They both began to laugh in earnest, as though she had not been moments from death, and he not seconds from declaring war.

When they finally came down from snickering, Arianwyn patted the ground next to her. “Come join me,” she said.

He shook his head. “I’m afraid I don’t fit anymore. Will you come out?”

She grinned again but complied with his request. The book forgotten behind her, she rose to take Aemond’s hand.

“Is Daemon still alive?” he asked, afraid of what her answer might be.

She nodded, sadness again taking over her features. Whatever trance she had been in was swiftly fading. “It was only his hand,” she whispered.

Tears came again to Arianwyn’s eyes. She sniffed, wiping her eyes with her sleeves. Aemond caught her wrist as it fell. He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing it softly before entwining his fingers with hers.

“Please don’t cry, Aria,” he begged. His voice was so soft, so delicate. “Not here.”

Arianwyn smiled despite the aching in her heart. Was that truly what was upsetting him right now? Her crying? “He will kill me, Aemond,” she kept her voice strong through her tears. “After what I did, he won’t care what the court may think. He won’t even care that he’ll lose me as a bargaining chip. He just wants me dead.”

She expected words of comfort. An apology, perhaps. After all, it was his disastrous, misguided toast that had sparked her father’s rage. But he just stood there, utterly silent, holding her hand in his as the candles continued to melt.

An idea floated through Aemond’s mind. He was about to dismiss it as simply the fanciful notion of the lovesick boy he had once been. But when he truly considered it, he realized it could be the answer to all Arianwyn’s woes.

“No. He won’t.”

She had heard those words from him before. But this time, it was different. It wasn’t the suddenness of his declaration that shocked her nor the strength with which he gripped her hand. It was the sheer determination in his voice. She had not heard such intensity from him since the night he claimed Vhagar. Though she had no idea what he could mean, something about the confidence that shone in his eye comforted her.

“How?” she asked.

He grinned openly. “Daemon only holds such power over you because you are his daughter, and you are not yet of age.”

She turned her eyes down as he spoke, but he cupped her chin and raised her eyes to his. He knew it wasn’t fair, but she needed to hear the truth.

“You are a woman. Until you, at last, become the Lady of Runestone, you are powerless.”

Arianwyn scowled. “Yes, I know this, Aemond. It is precisely the problem and – “

“Marry me.”

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blackjackkent · 11 days ago

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Returning to Sorcerous Sundries, Lorroakan's projection is now manning the front desk, presumably setting Rolan up to be involved in the confrontation upstairs. Let's not keep him waiting.

Lorroakan is awaiting Rakha's arrival, it seems - lounged decadently on a throne made of books at one side of the atrium. The Weave swirls and churns around him as he uses it to levitate a book in front of him, idly turning its pages without seeming to see them.

"What have we here?" Aylin's voice echoes through the tower as she lands, her wings furling in behind her. Rakha steps into place next to her, silent, watchful; a ball of fire hums unspent around her fist as she watches Lorroakan slowly look up.

"A magician in his tower," Aylin goes on mockingly, "hiding away from the frightening world. What are you so scared of, magus? Not the Nightsong, surely! Why, she's nothing but a relic to be purchased and pursued!"

At Lorroakan's side, the bruised and battered tiefling from the Grove starts, his eyes widening. "My gods!" Rakha hears him whisper. "The Nightsong is a person?"

Lorroakan casually unfurls himself from his chair and stands, a smug smile curling his lips. "At last," he murmurs, seemingly unbothered by the disdain in Aylin's voice. "There you are, my dear."

Aylin bristles, her wings giving a sharp rippling flap. "You will address me with due deference!" she snaps. "I am Dame Aylin! And you are a whelp without honor, without pride - with nothing but a tower full of trinkets!"

Lorroakan's eyes open very wide in a parody of apologetic obeisance. "My apologies, Dame Aylin," he says, inclining his head in an exaggerated half-bow. "I meant no disrespect!" His eyes turn towards Rakha, and the cool smile on his face flickers. "I asked our *mutual friend* here to make an introduction, that I might get to meet the famed daughter of Selune."

(At his side, Rakha watches as the tiefling apprentice's jaw drops open in astonishment.)

Lorroakan takes a step down off the dais. "Forgive me for that impudence," he goes on smoothly. "Perhaps our friend can bridge the gap and do what I believe they *came* here to do."

He raises one eyebrow, staring at Rakha pointedly. His intention is obvious, of course. He thinks that he won their previous battle of wills, and that Aylin has been brought here to be sacrificed.

The more fool you. "I'm just here to watch," Rakha says with a flash of cold black humor.

And indeed - in spite of all the hunger for blood in her head, she would stand aside and let Aylin take her vengeance alone. But to her surprise, Aylin scoffs at once.

"Do not play. Do not jest!" she cries. "We have come to square off against an enemy most loathsome."

Under the circumstances - it's an astonishing message. An invitation, a gesture of trust from someone who has every reason to mistrust Rakha's every move. We will fight him together, Aylin is saying. You will not stand aside from this fight.

Rakha has no time to respond, though, as the aasimar turns immediately to round again on the wizard. "So speak, O loathsome one!" she sneers. "Give me one good reason why I should not cave your head into your neck."

And, just for a moment, almost imperceptibly, Lorroakan's cool confidence slips. He smiles, clasping his hands together with an ingratiating air. "Dame Aylin," he says smoothly, "I have discovered a device that would allow your immortality to be shared. It would cause you no harm, no pain of any kind. You serve your mother Selune, I believe - she who has blessed our realm with so many gifts. Honor her by sharing yours!"

Lies, all of it. Rakha has seen the new cage, she has seen its magic and she knows it to be the same as Ketheric's - nothing but a prison and a conduit from one single soul to another. Lorroakan has made his intentions perfectly clear, to place himself on the level of the gods.

Aylin isn't fooled either. "You *dare* to threaten me with the same magic that held me in torment for a hundred years!" she bellows. 'You do not seek to share my gifts! You seek to poach them!"

Lorroakan lets out a long, dramatic sigh and clicks his tongue with a cool smile. "I had hoped to appeal to your better nature," he says with a shrug. "Perhaps I overestimated you. No bother. I have an arsenal of implements capable of convincing you to see reason."

He gestures around them. Rakha turns her head, trailing her eyes along the walls; she can see, at a glance, that the whole place is bristling with magical items, traps, spells, tools... all of them keyed to Lorroakan's use, a spiderweb of connections layered through the Weave like delicate embroidery. No doubt he is ready to put up a fight to get what he wants.

But she can see, too, the same thing that she saw from the first moment she entered the tower - he is sloppy. He is unrefined. He disrespects the power he wields, and that power is far less than he thinks. He is nothing but words, an insult to the beauty of the world's magic.

[SORCERER] "I have more magic in my little finger than you do in this entire tower," she says. Her voice drips with contempt. "You cannot stop us both."

She doesn't really expect her threat to have any impact on the iron solidity of Lorrokan's arrogance, and so she is not disappointed when he just rolls his eyes. "Tut. A pity you didn't prove a more reliable ally," he sneers at her. "You could've reaped the rewards of my good favor. I'd hoped you'd keep an open mind, but it seems you're determined to make this as difficult as possible."

His apprentice straightens up. The tiefling lifts one hand, magic swirling around it into a fistful of pure force. "Master, let us show these amateurs the price they pay for challenging real wizards!" he cries.

(A/N: Oh Rolan no. :( Oh no oh no oh no. I'm so sorry. Oh no. :( I was afraid it was gonna play out like this.)

Lorroakan barely seems to notice his battered apprentice's eagerness to help; all his attention is on Aylin, on the future he sees laid out before him. "I have great plans for you, Dame Aylin," he says. "And if you will not go quietly, then you'll go kicking and screaming!"

"Magicians and their plans for Dame Aylin!" Aylin pulls the greatsword from her back; it glints menacingly in the flickering magical light from all sides. "Predictable! Sadistic! Flaccid!"

Lorroakan laughs. He pulls the staff from his back, and with the motion the entire tower seems to come to life, the walls disgorging a flood of creatures shimmering with elemental energy.

"Myrmidons!" he howls. "Imperatum!"

#bjk plays bg3 durge #rakha the dark urge #get fucked lorroakan \o/

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kzen-sno · 4 months ago

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Pretty Lady

Theon x Reader Fluff

A/N: Part 2 will be angst, I'll update when it's out.

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"Why did you do that George?" I mutter frustratedly as my eyes run over the sentence again and again. I rest my face on my hand in exasperation while my other hand is holding the romance novel I was reading. The main protagonist admitted that he loved the love interest but could not be with her, which resulted in the love interest running off and crying.

I folded the corner of the page and closed my book. I leaned back in my chair and closed my eyes for a few seconds because of the strain I'd been putting on them.

I inhaled, the scents of Winterfell entering my nose and out. I was relaxing in the courtyard of the castle, my favorite spot by the bow and arrow range so I could be in the presence of my siblings. I am the oldest Stark daughter, 14 years old, with Robb one year older than me.

I open my eyes and see Bran and Rickon goofing off, running around playing pretend knights. They're such idiots, but I love them nonetheless. I smiled and opened my book again, ready to confront George's stupidity. Suddenly, my book was snatched up from my lap.

"Theon! Seven hells! Give me my book back!" I exclaimed, standing up. Theon grinned at me, already halfway down the courtyard. "Come get it, Y/N!" He shouted as he ran off. Furious, I ran after him through the courtyard and into a stone hallway. He stopped at a dead end and I caught up to him. His shit-eating grin was making him so infuriating but even more handsome, so much that I wanted to smack it off of him.

"Give my book back." I gritted my teeth. "Now, now, my lady. No need to be all worked up about it." He chuckled and moved the book out of my reach as I tried to snatch it away from him. "You know I hate being called that, especially by you," I said. "Plus, you're 15 now, how could you be more immature than me when I'm younger than you?" I glared up at him.

He stepped closer to me and I stepped back. "I'm not being immature." He smirked, voice dropping. He stepped closer, and I stepped back. "It's just..." he stepped closer, I stepped back, my back nearing the ledge, acting as a wall and an open window to the village. "...very..." He stepped closer, I was leaning on the ledge. He sat my book on it and he hoisted me onto the ledge. "What are you doing?" I whispered while sitting on the ledge, him getting closer.

He placed a firm hand on my back to prevent me from falling backwards and he got so close to me that I could smell his woody scent. "...very entertaining to me." He murmured, smirking. I felt my heart about to bust out of my chest. "You're blushing." He commented, looking very amused. I was suddenly very aware of the burning sensation in my face. "N-no I'm not." I stuttered, looking at his chest.

He smiled as he looked down at me. He took my chin gently and lifted it up so he could look at my face. "You're pretty like this." He said. "Am I not always pretty?" I challenged in a spur of the moment, staring into his eyes. He was caught off guard and he laughed. "That you are, my lady." He chuckled. I raised an eyebrow at him. "Lady Y/N." He smiled. I rolled my eyes, knowing he did that intently. "You want off of this ledge?" He asked. "You know I can do that myself, Theon," I said, annoyed at him. He chuckled and suddenly grabbed my waist and set me gently on the ground and started to walk away. "Did you not hear me, Greyjoy?" I called to him, angrily. "I did." He said back. "I just decided not to listen."

I huffed angrily as I took my book. "Also, Lady Stark wanted to speak to you. She's in the dining room!" He called. "You could've told me that earlier! I'm going to get scolded!" I yelled back angrily. "Till the next time, Y/N!" He laughed and walked away. I quickly went to find my mother, fuming. "We live together! What is he talking about?!" I muttered angrily to myself, secretly wishing I could hear him calling me Lady again.

#theon greyjoy #theon x reader #game of thrones #stark family #fluff #theon being a piece of shit #robb stark #sansa stark #arya stark #ned stark #joffrey baratheon #theon greyjoy x reader #theon greyjoy imagine #theon greyjoy fluff #theon fluff #iron islands #fire and blood #game of thrones imagines #got

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ultravioletqueen · 7 months ago

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¿Alquien conoce a alouqua? La primera y olvidada hija de lilith/Do you know about alouqua? Lilith's first and forgoten offspring

I started researching lilims and found that apparently Lilith had a daughter named Alouqua who was her first daughter and the mother of vampires. Alouqua is described as a female spirit that makes men commit suicide and that is why they call her "the murderer of men."

Outside of that I couldn't find anything else, I don't even know who Alouqua's father is, although I found theories of who it could be, the most popular are Lucifer or Asmodeus.

But now I want to add my theories that could be interesting for possible "what if's", my theory is that Aloqua is the daughter of Adam and Lilith.

and here comes my what if!

Aloqua is raised by Adam and the Angels: This is my favorite, not only because it explores the more human side of Adam but also gives us a different perspective on Lilith from someone who does not remember her fondly and who has a vision of the toughest world (no offense Charlie), I am that part of the fandom that believes that Adam loves his children and Alouqua would be no exception, she is his first daughter and he would not let her mother's rebellion lead her to be banished Hell, he wouldn't want that for his girl, so it would take a lot of convincing on Adam's part to let him raise his daughter with his new wife eve. In this case, the only memory that Alouqua has of his mother is of her being banished to hell, which her young mind would misinterpret as Lilith abandoning her for Lucifer.

Alouqua would grow up with the idea that Lilith did not love her, and when she found out about Charlie's existence it would be a confirmation for her that for Lilith Alouqua was not important and was replaceable, this makes Alouqua despise demons and everything that have to do with them, since again they are the reason why her mother left her.

Her relationship with Adam is surprisingly good! Adam loves Alouqua and would do anything to avoid problems for her, which is why at first he wouldn't like the idea of her wanting to join the exorcists, he wouldn't want his daughter to get hurt, but all it takes is a little convincing and training over the years so that she accepts when alouqua is an adult.

Alouqua is a woman with a strong character, who does not take shit from anyone and is generally the opposite of Charlie in personality, Aloqua is pessimistic, cold and only cares about her father, eve and her siblings (both biological and exorcist sisters).

Her interactions with Charlie would be very interesting too! I imagine that at first Charlie would be DISGUSTED at the idea that Adam and Lilith had sex🤣but in more general and serious terms Alouqua would be furious to see Charlie, as I said before for Alouqua she thinks that Lilith replaced her with Charlie and that's why she couldn't stand it to even see her.

If Charlie tries to talk to her about her redemption project, Alouqua will probably react the same as Adam and laugh in her face. It would also include a reprise of Hell Is Forever where Alouqua refers to Charlie as her replacement as Lilith's daughter.

Knowing Charlie, I don't think she hates Alouqua,she would see her as a person who is self-conscious and insecure because of Lilith's absence. She would even confront Lucifer about whether he knew about Alouqua. In general terms, Alouqua hates Charlie because she sees her as her replacement and Charlie feel sorry for Alouqua.

With Lilith being absent from Alouqua's life, it is most likely that eve raised her with adam during the time Lilith was away, so I can imagine that she has another reason to hate Lilith and Lucifer, since they offered her the apple to Eve and lost a mother AGAIN.

Aaaaaahhh I finally ran out of ideas, I'm happy to get this off my chest, soon I'll write something from another fandom that I recently became obsessed with and maybe post some art, until then see you and good night😘

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Me puse a investigar sobre los lilims y me encontré con que aparentemente lilith tuvo una hija llamada alouqua que fue su primera hija y la madre de los vampiros,alouqua es descrita como un espíritu femenino que hace que los hombres se suiciden y por eso la llaman "la asesina de hombres".

Fuera de eso no pude encontrar nada más,ni siquiera se quien es el padre de alouqua,aunque me encontré con teorías de quien podría ser,los más populares son lucifer o asmodeo.

Pero ahora quiero agregar mis teoría que podría ser interesante para posibles "what if's",mi teoría es que aloqua es hija de adán y lilith.

¡y aquí entra mi what if!

aloqua es criada por adan y los ángeles: esta es mi favorita,no solo porque explora el lado más humano de adán sino que también nos da una perspectiva diferente de lilith por parte de alguien que no la recuerda con cariño y que tiene una visión del mundo más dura(sin ofender charlie),soy esa parte del fandom que cree en que adan ama a sus hijos y alouqua no sería la excepción,se trata de su primera hija y no dejaría que la rebeldía de su madre la llevase a ser desterrada al infierno,no querría eso para su niña,por lo que tomaría mucho convencimiento por parte de adan para que le dejasen criar a su hija junto a su nueva esposa Eva,en este caso el único recuerdo que tiene alouqua de su madre es de ella siendo desterrada al infierno,lo que su mente joven malinterpretaria como que lilith la abandono por lucifer.

Alouqua crecería con la idea de que lilith no la amaba,y cuando se enterase de la existencia de charlie sería una confirmación para ella de que para lilith alouqua no era importante y era reemplazable,esto hace que alouqua desprecie a los demonios y todo lo que tenga que ver con estos,ya que otra vez ellos son la razón por la que su madre la dejo.

¡Su relación con adan es sorprendentemente buena! Adan ama a alouqua y haría lo que fuera para evitarle problemas,razón por la que en un inicio no le gustaría la idea de que ella quiera unirse a los exorcistas,no querría que su hija se lastime, pero solo basta un poco de convencimiento y entrenamientos con los años para que acepte cuando alouqua es una adulta.

Alouqua es una mujer de carácter fuerte,que no toma mierda de nadie y en general es todo lo contrario a charlie en personalidad,aloqua es pesimista,fría y solo se preocupa por su padre,eva y sus hermanos(tanto biológicos como hermanas exorcistas).

¡sus interacciones con charlie serian muy interesantes también! Me imagino que un inicio charlie estaria ASQUEADA ante la idea de que adan y lilith tuvieron sexo🤣pero en planos más generales y serios alouqua estaria furiosa al ver a charlie,como dije antes para alouqua lilith la reemplazo con charlie y por eso no podría aguantar el siquiera verla.

Si charlie trata de hablarle de su proyecto de redención probablemente alouqua reacciona igual que adan y se le ríe en la cara,también incluiría un reprise de hell is forever donde alouqua se refiere a charlie como su reemplazo como hija de lilith.

Conociendo a charlie no creo que odie a alouqua, la vería como una persona acomplejada e insegura por la ausencia de lilith,incluso confrontaria a lucifer sobre si sabía sobre alouqua, en términos generales alouqua odia a charlie porque la ve como su reemplazo en la vida de lilith y charlie siente lastima por alouqua.

Al lilith estar ausente en la vida de alouqua lo más probable es que Eva la crio junto a adan el tiempo que lilith estuvo fuera,por lo que me puedo imaginar que tiene otra razón para odiar a lilith y a lucifer,ya que ellos le ofrecieron la manzana a Eva y perdió una madre OTRA VEZ, por lo que su odio no solo se extiende a lilith sino a los morningstar en si.

Aaaaaahhh finalmente me quede sin ideas,me satisface sacar esto de mi pecho,pronto escribiré algo de otro fandom con el que me obsesione hace poco y quizás publique algo de arte,hasta entonces nos vemos y buenas noches😘

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lilith #alouqua #english and spanish #spanish

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tvreadsandsleep · 2 years ago

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do you have any headcanons for Attoye lovechild(ren)?

also, what do you think the dynamic is like for Attoye during courting / marriage / pregnancies?

I actually don’t have any headcanons when it comes to Attoye’s children. I just enjoy what everyone else has come up with.

Since you’re asking, in the case of a secret baby (because that’s the last Attoye baby idea I reblogged from @dontruinmymorning), I think there’d be hell to pay from Attuma. He’d have no problem with confronting Okoye about it and he’d demand to be in his child’s life. Okoye would be reluctant since their nations were recently at war, but wouldn’t feel it was right to keep her daughter away from her father.

I think Okoye is too morally upstanding to keep her child away from its other parent (unless the circumstances were dire), so the only way I really see a secret baby situation working (without delving into non-consent territory or something) is if she was unable to contact Attuma after finding out she was pregnant.

Like, they happened upon each other when they were teenagers/early adults and started a relationship in secret with Attuma going up to the surface behind K'uk'ulkan’s back (think Ariel from The Little Mermaid). When K’uk’ulkan finds out he punishes Attuma maybe grounding him or locking him away for a little bit so he can’t get to Okoye.

Around this time Okoye finds out that she’s pregnant. She goes to meet Attuma at their spot, but he never shows. Her parents (or maybe her uncle, if you want to headcanon that he’s the one who raised her) eventually find(s) out and she’s sent away to have the baby. It’s kind of old fashioned but they’re worried about their reputations (this would actually work better with her uncle raising her since he’s on the council of elders). Okoye leaves and has the baby, maybe leaving the little girl temporarily with an aunt to be cared for as she returns to the Golden City to continue training to be a Dora and establish herself before sending for the child. She keeps in constant contact and everyone who needs to know, knows the baby is hers.

After (or around/before the time) she becomes General she moves her daughter with her to the Golden City and they have a peaceful, adorable existence until the happenings of Wakanda Forever. In this scenario, Okoye and W’Kabi were never married and I’m ignoring everything that happened in the other MCU movies. Also, Okoye and Attuma recognize each other on the bridge in Massachusetts but don’t get into it because they’re each focused on their tasks.

Okay, so now Attuma knows about his daughter. He’s angry but also in awe. He never loved again after his relationship with Okoye and looked for her when K’uk’ulkan finally released him. Of course, he couldn’t find her, and that added to his resentment of the surface world because he’d imagined that she’d moved on, marrying another, while he was still pining after her.

Okoye never moved on either though, dedicating her life to raising her daughter and the Dora Milaje. And after all the initial anger and threats (because you know Attuma busted into her house, talking about, “I am taking my daughter,” when the dust settled after the battle on the Sea Leopard), they sit down and talk. They keep the conversation on relatively safe grounds, avoiding their feelings and making everything about their child.

Of course, things don’t stay platonic though. With co-raising their daughter, they end up spending more and more time together, the conversations they have during drop offs becoming longer and longer. And maybe their daughter even starts playing matchmaker by making up excuses for them all to be together.

Attuma, for once, takes it slow with something, easing into this round of courting Okoye. He asks their daughter what her mother likes uses that information to woo Okoye. For her part, Okoye is pleasantly surprised but scared. There’s a peace treaty between their nations now, but they still come from different worlds. They were torn apart before, who’s to say that wouldn’t happen again? Attuma does a lot of reassuring and eventually she agrees to date him.

Surprisingly it’s Okoye that suggests marriage. It had been on Attuma’s mind for quite some time, but he held back not wanting to rush her or scare her away. After she brings it up, he goes all out, crafting her the most beautiful ring made of jade. Their daughter stands with them at the alter during their wedding. It’s beautiful and there isn’t a dry eye in the house.

As for their daughter, I imagine that she would be similar to Namor, except without the wings on her ankles and maybe no pointy ears. She can breath on land and underwater, though the breathing underwater was discovered during a terrifying incident when she wandered into the river, having gotten away from her aunt. It had been kept a family secret, Okoye’s aunt not asking any questions (or maybe believing it was a blessing from Bast) and Okoye knowing where the ability came from but not relaying the information.

When Okoye’s becomes pregnant with her and Attuma’s second child (or maybe second and third children since this fandom loves multiples), he’s OVER THE MOON. He’s doting and smothering. Okoye pretends to hate it, but loves it, that is until he tries to keep her from training. Then she puts her foot down, demanding that he leaves her be.

It’s actually kind of adorable seeing her pregnant belly in her Midnight Angel suit and Attuma makes it so he’s always present whenever she’s working out (just in case something goes wrong). She does limit her activities as her pregnancy advances, but doesn’t stop training all together. She’s closely monitored via her Kimoyo Beads.

Okay, I’m going to stop because this was not supposed to be this long. Thanks for the ask!

#okoye x attuma #attuma x okoye #attoye #ask #black panther #wakanda forever

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Ok, color me intrigued about the Daerrow pregnancy fic 👀

alsjfsklajs thank you so much for the ask, Ash!! I am going to put all of this under a cut since this will be touching on both pregnancy and abortion topics.

So this fic would detail how, about three years post-Crusade, Sparrow gets pregnant--it's an accident, they didn't plan for it. In fact, Daerrow have never even talked about having kids at this point, despite that being like a normal conversation to have when you're with someone. Sparrow assumes that 1) Daeran wouldn't want kids bc it would cramp his lifestyle and 2) Sparrow would fundamentally be a bad mother, despite secretly really wanting a child/to build a family.

The main crux of the fic focuses on two conflicts: whether or not Sparrow should terminate the pregnancy, and both Sparrow and Daeran learning secrets about their parents that force them to confront their own feelings on parenthood and their thoughts on if they want this, if it would be a good idea even if they did, and what being parents would look like for them. It also features a Big Fight since uh. Sparrow keeps the pregnancy from Daeran for longer than it's wise and he possibly doesn't learn about it from her.

I'm not going to lie, for the longest time it was going to end with her terminating because they weren't ready at that time--mainly because i wanted to subvert the accidental pregnancy trope, but honestly I do think they would eventually go through with it and have their daughter, Isori!

And here's a snippet I've written for early in the story:

"I want to try and find my family," Sparrow says into the dark. Next to her, Daeran makes a muffled noise of confusion into his pillow. "Is that what you have been ruminating on all night?" he asks, and of course he noticed she was distracted. "What do you mean?" Daeran knows the full story of her past, or as much as she knows herself of it--the sunny cliffs over the giant ocean that she once called home, and her brother who raised her and died. But those have always just been snippets in her mind, fragmented by the nightmare that her life became after the slavers took her. "I had parents, once," she says. "I think Crow used to talk about them, from time to time. They might be alive." "And you plan on going to Dehrukani to find some trace of them? What will that accomplish?" There's an edge in Daeran's voice, and Sparrow turns to look at the dim halo of his body. "Alkenstar, actually," Sparrow says. "My brother was mentored there, and it was the last place we ever saw our parents. I don't--it's not much to go on, but asking after an engineer who mentored a child prodigy with a toddler in tow twenty years ago should narrow things down. It could be an actual lead." Another pause, and finally Sparrow sees Daeran relax with a heavy sigh. "I will be frank: I don't think this is a good idea," he says. "Focusing on the past has never served anyone well. You're just going to dig up old wounds, and for what reason? Sparrow, what has brought this on?" Sparrow's throat tightens, the words choking her silent. I'm pregnant. I don't know what to do. There's a box with tea leaves that would solve this problem and I haven't taken it yet. I haven't told you because I don't know how you'll react. I don't even know how I want you to react. What did my mother think when she was pregnant with me? What if I could find her and ask? What if she has the answers I'm looking for?

#cassy answers #arendaes #oc: sparrow #daeran arendae #pwotr pals #cassy writes #cassy wips #i love this in concept but there's a hot chance it'll never go anywehre bc it's explicitly a sequel to faces so i have to finish that first

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lolitastories · 2 years ago

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BLACK AND BLOOD

Y/N L/N is the daughter of the Great Khal Drogo although she was raised by the king of the unknown lands. After finding out he died she travels and finds the one who caused his death. Along this adventure she meets the mother of dragons. Jon Snow. Night walkers. We will see if she really has the Dothraki blood flowing through her veins.

Chapter 2:

“Our IronBorn and Dornish allies were attacked on route to Dorne '' Daenerys says as we enter the chamber of the painted tables. “As you know of course” she turns to offer me a chair which I refuse. “Two or three ships escaped. The rest sunk or were captured.Same could be said about Ellaria and the Greyjoys.”

“So with the unsullied taking over an abandoned place. Greyjoys and Ellaria’s support are gone, what are you planning to do?”

“The unsullied will return and with the dothroaki we still have enough men to take over King's Landing” I nod. I get up excusing myself and make my way to the sand. Above a cliff I watch as my people train.

“I don’t mean to disturbed you” I turn around coming face to face with Jon. I give Malakho, my personal dothraki a nod. It was okay for him to leave, I can protect myself.

“What can I do for you-” I didn’t know if to refer to him as your grace or lord. He responded to both in the throne room “Your grace?”

“Jon is fine” he moves beside me looking ashore. “Back home, have you ever seen a place like this before?”

“We have our shores but no, nothing like this before.” I turned to Jon and we both locked eyes. “What can I do for you Jon?” I always thought our eyes and hair were the darks it could ever get but when I looked at Jon this close I stood corrected. His eyes were black, filled with so much pain and responsibilities yet the slight hint of a child is all I can focus on.

“I came out here to brood over my failure to predict the Greyjoy attack. You two are making it difficult.” Our gaze moved to Tyrion walking up to us. “I am sorry if I interrupted princess” he looks over to Jon “Jon” I couldn’t help but smile at his antics

“You’re not interrupting Tyrion” I smile turning my eyes to the shore again

“I'm a prisoner on this island.” Jon quickly remarked

“I wouldn't say you're a prisoner on this island. You're free to walk the castle, the beaches, to go wherever you want.”

“Except for my ship. They took my ship.”

“I wouldn't say we took your ship.”

“I'm not playing word games with you. The dead are coming for us all.”

“Why don't you figure out what to do about my missing fleet and murdered allies, and I'll figure out what to do about your walking dead men.

“ It's hard for me to fathom. It really is. If someone told me about the White Walkers and the Night King–” I turn to look at him. Stress as he pushes his hair back shaking his head. “How do I convince people who don't know me that an enemey they don't believe in is coming to kill them all?”

“Good question.” Tyrions responds

I know it's a good question. I'm looking for an answer”

“People's minds aren't made for problems that large. White Walkers, the Night King, Army of the Dead, it's almost a relief to confront a familiar monster like my sister.”

“I need to help prepare my people for what's coming. I can't help them from here. I'd like to leave.”

“It seems unlikely that you became King in the North by giving up that easily.” Jon turns towards me now. “A man I heard about in the North doesn’t add up”

“Everyone told me to learn from my father's mistakes. Don't go south. Don't answer a summons from the Mad King's daughter, a foreign invader. And here I am. A northern fool.”

“We are not our fathers. Thankfully” I look at Tyrion with a smile as he only nods his head in agreement. “Daenerys could have sailed for Westeros long ago but she didn't. Instead she saved many people from horrible fates, some of whom are on this island with us right now.” My people “While you're our guest here you might consider asking them what they think of the Mad King's daughter. She protects people from monsters, just as you do. That's why she came here. In this time her priority is the queen, she is not to head north to fight an enemy she's never seen on a word of a man she doesn't know after a single meeting”

“She is right. So King in the North, is there something we can do to help?” Jon looks towards Tyrion and nods. On hearing his request we move towards the chambers again.

“So.” My mind was somewhere else as we waited for Daenerys to show up. “Princess?” I could see a faint smirk on his face. I sat across from him as Tyrion and Varys were speaking at the other end of the table. I didn’t say anything. Just sat there staring back at him. “I heard stories about you too. A warrior leading their people across the sea with the mother of dragons. The daughter of the Great Khal is it?”

“Yes”

“Is that the reason that makes you a princess? Khal is some sort of King?”

“No” I responded planly. In his expression I knew he was waiting for more but I just stood my ground.

“Okay. So you said you were from the unknown lands but Dothrakis have their own lands. Omnis right?”

“Yes” I was holding back a smile as was he.

“I can only guess you didn’t grow up with Khal, You were taking in by a family or maybe you are married which somehow-”

“No” he was thinking too much. But then again he didn’t have all the information.

“Dragonglass?” We turn as the doors open.

“Yes. Volcanic glass, obsidian. He says you have a tremendous amount of it here.” Tyrion responds waiting for Daenerys to take a seat.

“Why are we talking about glass? We just lost two of our allies.”

“Which is why I was speaking to Jon Snow, a potential ally.”

“And what does the King in the North want with Dragonglass?” The same question is running in my head.

“Apparently it can be turned into weapons that kill White Walkers and their foot soldiers, or stop them, destroy them. I'm unsure of the nomenclature.”

“And what do you think of this Army of the Dead and White Walkers and Night Kings?”

“I'd very much like to believe that Jon Snow is wrong, but a wise man once said that you should never believe a thing simply because you want to believe it.”

“Which wise man said this?”

“I don't remember.”

“Are you trying to present your own statements as ancient wisdom?”

“I wouldn’t doubt that but if or not that truly is an uncertainty” I stand up making my way to her. “He has every reasonnot to come here. As probably advised by his people, but we don’t lose anything by letting him mine what he finds''

“Let him mine the Dragonglass. If he's wrong it's worthless. You didn't even know it was here. It's nothing to you. Give him something by giving him nothing. Take a step toward a more productive relationship with a possible ally. Keep him occupied while we focus on the task at hand. Casterly Rock.” Tyrion whispers quietly.

“Very well. Lead the way Y/N.” I nod moving towards the door while Jon stays closely behind.

“This way your grace” Malakho walks ahead for him to follow.

“Thank you princess” I rolled my eyes making our way down to the shore. A long path guides the way to a cave. The sun can be seen coming down along with the wind. These are the cleanest winds I have felt.

“Gather yatholat alikh chomak. Kisha tikh zigereo eyak” I tell Malakho. He hands Jon the torch and turns to leave. I sent him to get more men to start mining.

“So are you going to tell me how you came to be a princess?” We walk into the cave taking in the walls and continue on looking for the so-called Dragonglass.

“Khal is my father but not the one who raised me. We moved to the unknown lands and that is where I grew up. My father is ruler of Omnis”

“So you are a basterd?” I look at him noticing the horror in his face “I apologise. I shouldn’t have said it that way?” I laugh shaking my head

“There is no such thing as a bastard in my land. That doesn’t change the fact that it feels wrong becoming one of them”

“Is that why you choose to lead your people with Daenerys?” I shake my head “So why are you here?”

“You asked too many questions now it's my turn” I stop and turn towards him. I could see a slight glimer on one of the walls. So if we got closer we would get distracted and I wanted to know more about the King in the North first. “How did you become King, yout grace?”

“My father was beheaded. Lady Stark and my older brother Robb were ambushed at my uncle's wedding. With the help of wilding and the night watch we took over my home, Winterfell, which was being ruled by the Boltons. Another family” he explains. To many names and too many things have happened already. “The houses of the north came together and voted me as king”

“But you don’t want that title” He shakes his head. “Why not?”

“Because in this land a bastard means somthing. I am not a Stark. Winterfell belongs to my sister Sansa”

“Yet I believe this has more to do with the word bastard than what other people think” I look at him. “The word bastard has been what you were branded as and you seem to take that to heart. You fight for your family, would die for your family, hell travel all this way for your family and continue fighting for them yet you think you are still not worthy” I move close catching his gaze. “And I most certainly feel like your sister Sansa and any relative you may have left love you as a real brother, a nephew, a son, a cousin, and for that a King” I see all thoughts, mainly doubts in his mind. “Should we continue?” He clears his throat, moving to look behind me.

“Yes'' He moves past me and I follow. He moved the torch towards the wall, right to left. The so-called Dragonglass glimering with the light. “We are going to need a lot of men, '' I nod. He continued on his own as I stayed by the entrance waiting for the men to show up.

“Did he find what he was looking for?” Daenerys says walking down the path.

“He found more than he was looking for '' I motioned for her in. Jon appears and tells her to follow.Messandei and I stayed behind outside the cave waiting until they showed up again.

“You like him” I look at her and see a slight smile on her face. “You and him share a kind of stare that can hide millions of emotions. But I swear I saw a light glimer in your eyes when you look at him” I roll my eyes shaking my head.

“That is crazy. I just met the guy, I don’t even know anything about him” Another roll of eyes but this time from her.

“Have you ever heard of love at first sight?” Now that I laughed too. There is no way I am interested in him and there is no way she can tell. I mean yes he has some characteristics that I admire in a person and he didn’t look bad but come on, love? Of course not. “Deny it all you want but I know love, and even if you don’t release it now, you will soon enough” I shake my head. I was about to make a reference to a grey worm when Tyrion catches my eye.

“Where is our queen?”

“With Jon,” Messandei responded. I catch his worry.

“We took Casterly Rock” I let out a sigh. I would say happy news but I have a feeling there is more to that. “They knew we were coming” I tell Messandei to call Daenerys up, she is not going to like the news.

“Where are you going?”

“To prepare the Dothraki, I have a feeling we are closer to another fight” And I was right. Fully prepared to go to a fight, Daenerys sends us to meet up with the queens brothers in the fields of kings landing.

#jon snow x y/n #jon snow x oc #jon snow #jon snow x you #jon snow x yn #jon snow x reader #jon #jon snow smut #Jon snow game of thrones #game of thrones daenerys #game of thrones #game of thrones Jon #Daenerys #got #game of thrones got

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innerpalaces · 6 months ago

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The Life of a Cannon Fodder Mother-in-Law - 4

Chapter 4: The Deceived Mother-in-Law 4

Zhao Zhenyan ignored the fragments on the ground and said resolutely: "Impossible." Liu Chanchan's face was pale and she didn't dare to look at her. Instead she turned to Liu Yuniang: "Madam, Hechen really said that."

"It doesn't matter what he said!" Zhao Zhenyan said, "I am his wife. He has to ask me first before taking a concubine. I will never agree to a woman like you who has an unknown origin and comes to the door on her own initiative." Liu Yuniang cleared her throat and said: "Zhenyan, Hechen mentioned her to me." Zhao Zhenyan looked over with a glare, as if to say, whose side are you on!? Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law meet almost every day. She knows that her mother-in-law is very protective of her and they usually get along well. But after seeing this woman today, her mother-in-law violated her wishes several times, and Zhao Zhenyan had already guessed in her heart that this time their thoughts were not aligned. But when she actually heard her mother-in-law's words which seemed to imply the intention to keep this woman, she still couldn't accept it. At the same time, Liu Chanchan's eyes lit up and she was moved: "Hechen really didn't lie to me." "He didn't mention it to me!" Zhao Zhenyan almost screamed. After she finished her sentence, she realized that she was too excited and took two deep breaths. Her tone slowed down: "Even if he brought it up, I won't agree. " Liu Chanchan lowered her head: "But we...we have..." Zhao Zhenyan couldn't listen any more, and she knew that she would feel uncomfortable hearing the next words, so she immediately raised her voice and ordered: "Someone, send her away." "I won't leave!" Liu Chanchan's voice became louder and she knelt down directly in front of Liu Yuniang: "Madam, I truly love Hechen. I will be Hechen's person for the rest of my life. I don't ask for status, I just want to be able to stay by his side. I'll be satisfied if I can just look at him every so often. I beg Madam to help me." Liu Yuniang knew from Liu Huixin's memory that she was a smart woman. As expected, seeing that Liu Yuniang was not so resistant to her, she stopped arguing with Zhao Zhenyan and came to beg her instead.

"I heard him mention you, but he asked me to give your parents some money..." At this point, she paused: "The intention seemed to be to add to your trousseau." Liu Chanchan's eyes widened in surprise. These words seemed to make it clear that Qi Hechen was fed up with her entanglement and wanted to send her away with money. At the same time, Zhao Zhenyan's heart relaxed. "He only mentioned the girl's surname was Liu, but he didn't say that the girl was you. I can't believe just your words alone." Liu Yuniang turned her head and looked at the maid by the door: "Go and invite the young master over."

"No!" The two women said almost in unison. Zhao Zhenyan believed that since this girl dared to come here, there must be an affair between the them. When the two people confront each other, they must find a way to resolve it. She was actually a bit evasive. Whether she brought this woman in or sent her away with money, Qi Hechen had betrayed her. Some things if they happened once would happen again, so it's best not to open this up. She didn't want to know the truth at all, she just wanted to send this girl away. After being sent away, it can be said that this girl came to blackmail them, and they could still be a loving couple. As for Liu Chanchan's unwillingness to meet Qi Hechen, it was because of a guilty conscience. He said that he had told his family what was going on between them, and he would choose an auspicious day to come to propose marriage. He asked her to wait obediently, but despite this, she couldn't wait and ran over. He might get angry if he found out. After the two of them finished yelling, they both looked away. "The matter has already happened, and I must get to the bottom of it." Liu Yuniang was in a very happy mood at this time. Liu Chanchan was a very difficult woman to handle. In her previous life, Liu Huixin had to deal with it alone, which made her physically and mentally exhausted, but she still couldn't stop her from entering the Qi household. After that, she was hated by everyone; a typical thankless job. Liu Chanchan hated her for trying to break up the couple, Zhao Zhenyan hated her for hiding Qi Hechen's cheating, Qi Hechen blamed her for not handling things well... Now, Liu Yuniang no longer allowed them to take advantage of her and let them handle it on their own. She urged again: "Quickly send someone to invite the young master." Hearing her instructions just now, the servant was about to leave, but was stopped by Zhao Zhenyan and stood hesitantly at the door. When the servant heard this, he didn't dare to stop anymore and ran away quickly. She smiled inwardly, raising the corners of her lips slightly, but quickly suppressed it, and turned around to meet Zhao Zhenyan's angry gaze. "Why are you looking at me like this?" Zhao Zhenyan's eyes were red with anger and she looked away. Qi Hechen came quickly. He really wanted to handle the matter quietly, but when an incident happened, hiding was not an option. As soon as he entered the door, he saw two beautiful women sitting and standing with tears in their eyes. His mother next to them, eating melon seeds happily with one hand, and holding tea in the other hand, looking particularly leisurely. At first glance, an uninformed outsider would think she was watching a show. Qi Hechen felt something strange. Before he could think about it, he heard his wife ask: "Who is this woman? Why does she want to give you something?" As for being a concubine, she did not mention it. She was also afraid that if she said anything, Qi Hechen or her mother-in-law would respond... Wouldn't she just be shooting herself in the foot?

As soon as the words came out of her mouth, Zhao Zhenyan's tears fell uncontrollably. She stretched out her hand to wipe her face, her movements rough and without the elegance of the past. Seeing this, Qi Hechen felt pity in his heart and took out a silk handkerchief to wipe her tears: "Don't cry, I'm here." Zhao Zhenyan was comforted and glared at him angrily: "It's all your fault! You're so gentle to others for no reason. It's so easy for people to misunderstand."

"Yes, yes..." Qi Hechen coaxed patiently: "I will change it going forward." He actually did this on purpose, just to make Liu Chanchan give up. Liu Yuniang looked at Liu Chanchan expectantly, and saw that she was biting her lip with tears in her eyes, looking extremely sad. Just as she was about to look away, she saw her wiping away her tears, her eyes full of resentment, and her tone was leisurely: "Hechen, is the handkerchief I gave you useful?" Hearing this, Qi Hechen stiffened while wiping away tears. Zhao Zhenyan was stunned and subconsciously avoided his movement. Immediately, her tears fell even more fiercely. Although she said that Qi Hechen was too gentle and the girl fell in love with him and came to her door on her own based on wishful thinking, she knew deep down in her heart that if Liu Chanchan was really just dreaming, she would never dare to come alone. All her confidence was given by the man in front of her. Therefore, this handkerchief was definitely not bought. It was given by Liu Chanchan, and he accepted it. "Hechen used it so smoothly, which shows the usefulness of this handkerchief." Liu Chanchan stretched out her hand to wipe her tears again: "It's not in vain that I worked so hard to embroider it. Seeing you and your wife getting along today... I really feel..." She took a deep breath, looked him straight in the eyes, and said decisively: "I hope you will have many children and grandchildren in the future, and that your life will be smooth and worry-free from now on." After saying this, she looked at Liu Yuniang and said, "Madam, just pretend that I have never been here. You don't have to worry when you hear about the funeral at the Liu family in the future." From her tone to her expression, she looked lifeless. Everyone could see that she was determined to die. Qi Hechen's expressions immediately changed: "Chanchan, don't do anything foolish." Liu Chanchan's eyes were full of tears, but she had a smile on her face: "Hechen, I have never been willing to embarrass you. Since I can't stay with you no matter what, then I can only die. I once said that in life I am your person, and in death... I am your ghost. I want to keep my promise." She smiled sadly, like a flower that is about to wither. "You don't have to feel guilty. This is all my own wish. There's no need to persuade me, I've already made up my mind. I'd rather die than marry someone else." Ever since Qi Hechen was a child, someone would give him what he wanted, and he had never been burdened with a human life. Especially when this woman was not in the wrong, and was willing to die for him. Zhao Zhenyan beside him also started to panic "Girl, it's so good to live, why think of dying for a man? "No need to persuade me." Liu Chanchan's face became more and more sad: "This is probably my ill fate, but I don't want to hide. " She turned around and walked out dejectedly. When she was about to cross the threshold, she was probably so lost that she couldn't see the way clearly. She tripped on the threshold and fell forward. Liu Yuniang was about to get snacks, thinking that she didn't need to eat dinner, when she saw a green figure running towards the door and taking the slender woman into his arms. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful. The two looked at each other affectionately. The scene was as beautiful as a painting. Liu Yuniang turned to look at her daughter-in-law. At this time, Zhao Zhenyan's clenched hands and face turned pale. She had already guessed that there was affection between the two, but when she saw this scene, she still couldn't accept it. She stood up suddenly. She lost her voice and asked: "Husband, what are you doing? " Qi Hechen closed his eyes, feeling torn. He turned back to look at Liu Yuniang: "Mother, I want to take a concubine. Liu Yuniang nodded: "Have you thought carefully about it? "

"I have made up my mind. " His words were very serious. He was telling Liu Yuniang his determination, and he was also telling Zhao Zhenyan. Zhao Zhenyan felt her whole body go cold, and she slowly sank to the floor as if she had lost all strength: "Husband, you promised me." Qi Hechen had already made up his mind and slowed down his tone: "Yan'er, you once said that as long as it makes me happy, you are willing to do anything" Zhao Zhenyan was so angry that she was shaking: "Qi Hechen, you are such a scoundrel." She slapped her hand on the table. Her anger did not subside. On the contrary, it hurt her hand. The pain made her even more furious. She turned to look at her mother-in-law beside her. Seeing that she was watching silently as if it had nothing to do with her, she immediately clenched her teeth in anger. Realizing that there was nothing she could do to this mother and son, she stood up suddenly and said, "I don't agree to this." Qi Hechen said in a deep voice: "It's normal for a family to have three wives and four concubines. I promise you, except for Chanchan, I will never make things difficult for you again." When he said this, Zhao Zhenyan became even more angry. If a man really wants to have concubines, it would be better to have more rather than a few and let him treat them as a distraction. But he only wanted this one person, and she really didn't dare to think about what that meant. Seeing that she couldn't stop him, the only way was to bring in reinforcements, so she walked away with a flick of her sleeves: "I want to go back to my parents' house to stay for a few days." After her words fell, she disappeared out the door. Qi Hechen stretched out his hand to grab her, but only caught a corner of her clothes. He said in a panic: "Mom, quickly bring her back ." Liu Yuniang waved her hand: "I've been tired for the past two days and can't catch up. Besides, what can I say if I do catch up?" Qi Hechen's face was full of disbelief: "Mother, what should I do if the Zhao family comes to demand an explanation?" "Hechen, you are a married person. You should be sensible and learn to deal with all kinds of situations. I can't stay with you forever." Liu Yuniang stood up. "This time, you have to figure it out yourself." Qi Hechen: "..."

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