#alice baby please just one chance

[fandom-animals]

alice dyer should marry me actually

[delulujuls]

snow scales | cregan stark

hi, here comes the big boy aka the wolf of the north. i know that cregan got like three minutes total on a screen but man, the amount of babies that i would give him

anyway, for sure i want to write probably two more parts of this so watch out!

summary: westeros is at the gates of war and to gain allies, king's landing sends one of its dragons to winterfell to marry the northern wolf and increase the chances of winning the war.

warnings: none (?) i believe

pairing: fem!targtower reader x cregan stark

Westeros stood on the brink of war and no one could prevent it.

Rhaenyra, occupying Dragonstone, was gathering armies and allies around her. Aegon was doing the same, though he was merely a pawn in the hands of those wiser than himself. Nevertheless, the Targaryen family was split in two: one side wore black, the other green. However, it seemed that the Dragon Family had not just split in two but shattered like a broken glass.

One of the dining halls in the Red Keep hosted a silent dinner. Since the king's death, meals had passed in silence. At the head of the table, where Viserys once sat, now sat Aegon. Next to him was his mother, then the Hand of the King. On the new king’s left sat Aemond, followed by their two younger sisters. No one exchanged even a glance.

After dinner, everyone left the table and went their separate ways, but Alicent stopped her older daughter, asking her to have a word. The girl nodded and they went to the mother's chambers.

"Has something happened?" the young princess asked once they were alone. The woman quickly reached for a jug of wine and filled her goblet, taking several large sips. The alcohol, however, did not ease the knot in her throat. Alicent clutched the goblet in her hand and sat down, looking at her daughter. She stared at her for a few moments in silence, as if trying to memorize as many details of her as possible. If she could, she would have imprinted her image on her mind.

"Mother—" "You will go north," Alicent interrupted her, declaring it like a crossbow bolt. She knew this revelation would not be easy for her. Accepting the news would be equally difficult for her daughter.

"What?" the girl frowned. "Me? To the North?"

The woman nodded and sighed, wanting to gather some courage and convince herself that what she was doing was right.

"You know well that war is coming, and even if we wanted to, it is inevitable," she returned her gaze to her daughter’s face, who was looking at her with a slight frown between her brows. "We need allies, and the most are in the North. We must forge an alliance with them."

"Why are you entrusting me with such task?" she asked, shaking her head. "I understand you won't send Aegon, but Aemond? Ser Criston?"

Alicent tightened her grip on the goblet, and if it had been made of a weaker material, it would have shattered in her hand by now.

"Only you can bring the North closer to us."

The young princess frowned even more and shook her head. She didn’t understand any of this.

"Am I to go there alone?" she looked back at her mother, who only nodded. "How long am I to be there?"

"You will marry Cregan Stark," she announced, placing the goblet on her lap. "There is no stronger alliance than marriage. Rhaenyra can do nothing about it."

The girl scoffed in disbelief and took a few steps back.

"This is absurd, utter madness," she believed her mother was joking, but the woman's face still had the same expression. "But you promised me to Aegon!"

"Aegon broke off the engagement," she said, looking at her daughter's face. "He knows it is necessary."

The young princess laughed bitterly, and tears, hot as molten steel, streamed down her cheeks.

"The North will not stand with a usurper, you know that very well!"

"Lord Stark is extremely pleased with the prospect of marrying a Targaryen and eagerly awaits you," she said almost mechanically. She had been repeating this sentence nonstop for days, as if trying to convince herself that what is she doing was right. However, she couldn’t bear to look at her daughter's tear-streaked, bitter face.

"You're a monster," she sobbed, turning and grabbing the door handle.

"We all must sacrifice for the greater good," she said, but her daughter no longer heard her.

The shaken princess hurriedly left the castle, heading to the Dragonpit. She sobbed bitterly, tears streaming down her cheeks. When she heard Vermithor, she quickened her pace, running. When she saw the dragon, her heart momentarily lifted. It broke, however, when she saw the massive collar around the beast’s neck and the heavy chain that bound it. She cried out, reaching out and touching the dragon’s snout.

"What have they done to you?"

The bronze giant looked weakened, likely given a massive dose of something to sedate him during the collaring. The young princess couldn’t believe what her own family was capable of.

"There, it's alright," she ran her hands over his snout, though she herself was shattered into pieces. Sadness, grief, and despair mixed with fury. She walked around the dragon and stood before the collar clasp, grabbing the chain and pulling with all her strength. But even with that, it didn’t budge.

The girl screamed in anger, her scream not sounding like that of a teenager. It sounded like the roar of an enraged dragon, yet even the beast’s roar couldn’t break the brass chains.

"I’m so sorry," the girl sobbed, helplessly kneeling by the beast’s snout and hugging it with all her might. "I’m sorry."

The young princess did not return to the castle. She spent the night in the Dragonpit, nestled against the side of her dragon. She cried until sleep overcame her. Vermithor covered her with his wing.

The next morning, when the Dragonkeepers were ordered to bring the princess, the dragon roared fiercely, not allowing them to approach. The girl woke immediately.

"Princess," one of the men spoke, standing at a distance the dragon permitted. "The queen summons you to the castle."

"She is not the queen," the princess muttered, sniffing. She stood and wiped her face with her hands. She felt tears welling up under her eyelids again. Vermithor sensed her emotions and abandoned his aggressive stance, laying his snout flat on the ground. The girl smiled sadly and hugged the dragon one last time.

"Geros ilas, uēpa raqiros," she said, raising her head and looking at the bronze giant. She tenderly stroked his scales. Bitter tears once again wetted her cheeks, but she wiped them away with a clenched fist. "Nyke jāhor māzigon arlī skori issa jēda māzigon, se hēnkirī īlon jāhor zālagon ry lī qilōni gōntan bisa naejot īlva." (Farewell, old friend. I will return when my time comes, and together we will burn all those who did this to us.)

She walked away, not looking back. She heard the dragon's roar and cry, the clanking of chains, and the flapping of wings. But she left the Dragonpit alone.

At the castle gates, two carriages and about four dozen knights waited, all on horses and in shining armor. Alicent waited by one carriage, accompanied by the Hand of the King. Ser Criston also looked like he was being sent on a journey, probably to make sure than the princess will not run away. However, neither Aegon, Aemond, nor Helaena were among the crowd. The girl felt like spitting in her mother’s and the Hand’s faces. She could only guess that her siblings knew nothing about this. No one could convince her that Aegon had agreed to break the engagement. He might be foolish and reckless, but he loved his sister sincerely. And Helaena? She would never have let her go.

Alicent wanted to say something, reached out to her daughter, but the girl didn’t even look at her. She got into the carriage and slammed the door. She would return and burn them all.

For several days, until the first stop, the young princess didn’t say a word to anyone. She didn’t eat or drink much, which did not go unnoticed by several of her maids who had been sent with her. Fearing the princess planned to starve herself to death, they tried to persuade her to eat at least small amounts. Sometimes they succeeded, sometimes not.

As a result, the girl lost a lot of weight during the journey. Her dresses became too large, her eyes sunken, and her hair, once like glowing gold, now resembled spider silk. The princess stopped spending the journey in tears only when the entourage passed Harrenhal. She remained silent, and the feasts thrown by the lords to host her were always the first she left, apologizing and explaining a headache. No one blamed her.

As the entourage moved further, the days grew shorter and the nights colder. Winterfell was near, but the approaching winter was even nearer.

The Targaryen princess reached the northern capital after over two moons.

At the maid's suggestion, the girl donned a thick fur coat, and as soon as she stepped outside her carriage, she was greeted by piercing cold. She had seen snow on the journey, but there was much more of it here, and it still fell from the sky. Lead-colored clouds hung low, and snowflakes swirled in the wind, falling onto the icy ground. They also fell on her snow-like hair, which the frosty wind blew, kissing her cheeks in greeting.

Cregan Stark, the young lord of Winterfell and her future husband, also came to greet her.

The young man was the textbook definition of a Northerner. He was only a little older than her, but his sharp features made him appear more mature than he actually was. The Wolf of the North was over a head taller than her, with broad shoulders and a well-built physique, now covered under a thick fur. The wind tousled his shoulder-length brown hair, and his toughened skin was impervious to the cold. Not like the girl’s cheeks, now rosy as petals of a fresh bloomed flower.

"Princess," he spoke, his voice deep and marked by an accent. "I welcome you to Winterfell."

"My Lord," she forced a smile, though she knew it must have looked more like a grimace. The Dragon Princess was aware that she would have to endure many more forced smiles and artificial courtesies.

The Wolf of the North, however, did not require any courtesy from her. He knew why the girl had been sent to him and what was expected of her; he had even heard rumors of a broken engagement. He decided not to pressure her and let her get used to the new place, to the North. After all, a Dragon had ended up among a pack of Wolves.

The wedding did not wait for the girl to get accustomed to Winterfell; it took place just a few days after her arrival at the Stark stronghold. The Dragon Princess had exchanged only a few formal sentences with the Lord of the North before she had to call him husband. The Godswood, where the wedding was held, had seen many a forced marriage. The girl had even come to terms with the bedding, but the Young Wolf announced that it would not take place.

"Perhaps one day a spark of affection will ignite within you, and you will come to my arms of your own accord," he said when he saw the questioning look on her face.

The night after the wedding, the marriage was spent apart. Every subsequent night was as well.

Days passed, and the young princess gradually came to terms with her new reality. She knew this was her life now, that she was the wife of the Wolf of the North and the Lady of Winterfell. The choice she had been forced into might not have pleased her, but it did not mean it was a bad one.

After some time, the girl began to spend more time outside her chambers. She abandoned reading and took up sewing, helping the servants mend linens and clothes. She insisted on mending her husband's clothes herself, asking that no one else do it for her. Although it was not her duty, every morning and evening she fed the animals. The young princess missed her dragon dearly, but she found joy in spending time with horses, feeding chickens, or petting rabbits.

One of the servants once ran terrified to inform Cregan that the princess was endangering herself with the direwolves. The Lord, worried, quickly went with her to the scene, only to find there was no reason for concern. The girl sat motionless on the ground, allowing the animals to sniff her. Two wolves wagged their tails, and one even lay down beside her. Cregan's heart swelled at the sight, not because of her interaction with the animals but because, for the first time, he saw a smile on her face. He could have sworn it was genuine.

The marriage, however, still did not see them spending much time together, nor talking much. This did not mean the Young Wolf was not interested in his wife; quite the opposite. Both morning and evening, he would ask the servants how the girl was doing. After some time, the young princess began to do the same.

"What is he like?" she asked one day, while she and two Winterfell servants were mending clothes. Though she did not ask directly, the women knew she meant Lord Stark. They exchanged glances and only smiled. Did her question mean that the Dragon Princess was beginning to warm to the Wolf Lord?

"He has a very big heart, my lady," one admitted. "At first glance, he may seem intimidating, but he is a gentle giant. Lord Stark is very kind."

The girl lowered her gaze, focusing on her work. She smiled slightly.

"I think he is a good man too," she admitted.

"That does not mean he can be trifled with," added the other. "He is kind when someone gives him the same. But he is a wolf, my lady. He can bite if provoked."

Indeed, Cregan appeared to be a man of steel nerves who could turn that steel into a sword, with which he could take a life without a second thought.

When the princess had finished her duties, she dressed and went outside to spend some time in the stables. In the courtyard, a few men were preparing for a journey, saddling horses. Among them was her husband.

"My lady," he smiled at the sight of her. Each of the men bowed slightly.

"Are you going somewhere, my lord?" she asked, stroking his horse’s muzzle.

"Hunting," he announced, fastening a crossbow to the saddle. "I will return before nightfall."

"Could I accompany you?" she asked without much thought. The young man's lips twitched upward. The unexpected proposal pleased him.

"You would do me a great honor, my lady."

And so the Wolf and the Dragon set off together, side by side. They rode at the front, accompanied by four men. No one questioned the princess's participation.

When they reached the depths of the forest, they tied the horses to a tree and continued on foot. At a certain point, they all split up, but the Wolf and the Dragon stayed together. They were silent, but it was not an awkward silence. Their mutual company was enough.

"Look," he leaned toward her, whispering. "There, between the trees. Beyond the fallen trunk."

The girl quickly found the point he indicated and smiled at the sight of a deer. The stag was large, and its antlers were even larger. It calmly stripped moss from the fallen tree.

Cregan silently removed the crossbow from his shoulder. The girl felt a pang in her heart. Of course, she thought. They hadn’t come for a stroll.

The Young Wolf noticed her troubled expression. He knew what saddened her.

"I never let them suffer longer than necessary," he assured. The girl quickly nodded, causing a tear to roll down her cheek. She quickly wiped it away with her hand.

Cregan drew the arrow and raised the crossbow, aiming at the deer. A moment of silence, a whoosh of air, and a dull thud. The stag fell to the ground. The young man glanced at his wife's face one last time and moved ahead. When they reached the deer, it was already dead. Blood flowed from its mouth, and the once-living body was now motionless. Cregan approached to retrieve the arrow, but the girl beat him to it. She knelt by the dead animal and gently ran her hand along its neck, stroking it soft, golden fur. For a moment, she gazed at the deer, absorbing its beauty. Tears welled up in her eyes again, so she quickly grabbed the arrow, pulled it out, and stood up, handing it to her husband. Cregan took it in silence.

Although neither of them spoke for the rest of the hunt, an understanding formed between them, a sort of alliance. The culture and customs of the North were so wild and distant for someone from the South. The young princess, however, knew that Winterfell was her home now. And if it was her home, she had to learn its customs. Even if they were far from her own beliefs.

That evening, despite the darkness, the Wolf Lord could have sworn that the scales of the Southern Dragon glistened with a snowy sheen.

A few days after the first closer interaction between the young marriage, Cregan decided he would like to spend some time with the girl again. He knocked on her chamber door, and when she let him in, he entered. The girl was sitting by the fireplace, stuffing pillows with feathers, but she smiled at the sight of her husband.

"My lady," he nodded to her, lightly returning her smile.

"My lord," she replied, reaching for a needle and beginning to sew the pillow. "Something brings you here?" she asked after a moment when he silently observed her deftly working fingers.

"I would like to introduce someone to you," he replied, causing the girl to frown slightly in surprise.

"Do we have guests?"

The young man nodded and reached for her fur. Seeing his gesture encouraging her to stop working, she set her task aside and stood up. She walked over to him and turned, allowing him to help her dress. Shortly afterward, they went outside.

"Who are these guests? Did we know they were coming?" she asked, glancing at her husband.

"We expected them, but we didn't know when they would arrive," he explained.

They passed the courtyard, which was empty. There was no sign that Winterfell had visitors. The girl remained silent until they entered one of the sheds. This particular one housed the direwolves. She was about to ask what this was all about when she heard squeaks and whimpers. As she connected the dots, the frown disappeared from her brow, and her violet eyes lit up.

"No way, it can't be."

Cregan smiled and gestured for her to come closer. Around the corner, on a bed of straw, lay a she-wolf. Four pups were latched onto her teats, and one of them, with nearly golden fur, was sleeping a bit further away.

The young princess was genuinely moved by the sight. Cregan smiled as well, not just because of the litter but because of his wife's joy.

"They were born this morning," he announced. "Four females and a male."

The male turned out to be the pup lying away from the pack. He was bigger than the rest and had a bronze coat, a color familiar to the girl. When the little wolf woke up and stretched, Cregan approached and petted the she-wolf's head, silently praising her for a job well done. He picked up the pup that was away from the mother and held him in his arms, then handed him to the girl. The young princess cradled him, stroking him gently.

"So you've returned to me as a direwolf," she said softly, more to herself than to her husband.

Cregan looked at his wife questioningly. The young princess felt his gaze on her.

"My dragon has a very similar color," she explained, scratching the wolf pup behind the ear. "They call him the Bronze Fury, all because of the color of his scales."

"In the skies, is he truly a fury?" he asked, watching her interaction with the pup.

The girl laughed softly and shook her head. "Maybe once, when my great-grandfather rode him. Now he's an old beast. Sometimes I felt he preferred a nap over a ride with me."

Cregan smiled at her words. He noticed that she found joy in animals, especially direwolves and dragons. While he couldn't provide the latter, he was glad he could bring her happiness with the pups.

"He's yours now," he declared when she kissed the pup between the ears. "The Targaryens have dragons, the Starks have direwolves. It's time for you to have your own."

The girl looked again at the pup she was holding and smiled even more. Her heart swelled with emotion.

"Thank you," she said, looking at her husband. Cregan returned her smile.

"What will you name him?"

"Vermithor," she said without hesitation. "I feel he's a dragon in a direwolf's body."

To the servants' concern, they spent several hours in the shed, out of sight of everyone. They sat on the straw among the pups, talking about dragons, direwolves, flights in the clouds, and hunts in the forests. For the first time since they met and got married, they had the chance to learn something about each other.

"I've never seen a dragon," Cregan admitted. His sword lay by his straightened legs, and he leaned his back against the rough wall.

"I wish you to never have to," the girl replied. Her legs were crossed, and in them, like in a nest, slept little Vermithor. "Dragons never bode well."

"But still, they obey you," he looked at her. "How do you manage that?"

"You can't control them completely; they are still wild beasts," she noted. "But the Targaryens have managed to do so to some extent for thousands of years, back when the home of dragons was Valyria."

"Dragons respond only to the old language, right?" The young princess nodded in confirmation. "Just as I've never seen a dragon, I've never encountered that language."

"Zyr sindighy iderēbion, kes as qogralbar," she said, and the Young Wolf smiled. "Se valzi rijinyso sizi vys̄oron" (It is a very rough language, in my opinion. And also not the easiest to learn)

"If I were a dragon and heard something like that, I wouldn't hesitate to follow orders," he replied, making her laugh. Cregan also smiled sincerely. He never thought he'd hear the language of Old Valyria, but even more, he didn't expect to hear such sincere laughter of the Dragon Princess.

Winter began to settle more and more into Winterfell, but the biting cold was defied by the spark of affection that blossomed between the Wolf and the Dragon.

[sapphire-writes]

A Second Chance

pairing: Aemond x Reader request: Hello! Sorry to bother you but i have a little idea that came from all the reblogs you recently made! basically Aemond is away so Alicent requests that reader! Comes back after a long time to the red keep because she wants to see her boy happy 🥺 of course its just a simple start but would love to see nice Alicent helping his baby ~ anonymous

warnings: none! this has the tiniest amount of angst but mostly fluff word count: 1.4k note: loved this, loved writing emotional Aemond & your messages are NEVER ever a bother! 💚 masterlist

“I was ever so sorry to hear of the death of your lord husband, Lady (Y/N),” Alicent said, giving you a look full of a mother’s compassion, “and so unfortunate he should leave you so quickly after you wed.”

You take a sip from your cup. The Queen had invited you to the capital and you had been delighted to return. Ever since you arrived your eyes had been searching for Aemond.

You had both left on such harsh terms those several years ago when your betrothal had been announced. You had been missing him for years, feeling as though a very piece of your own heart had been missing. 

“Thank you, your grace,” you tell her, speaking softly.

Your lord husband had been a kind man. Married to you as an alliance for your families and that was all. He was nearly twice your age, but he had been sweet to you. 

“My son has missed your presence,” Alicent tells you. 

“I was hoping to see the prince,” you said, heart rate increasing. 

Alicent nods, looking off to the side. Your smile falters as the realization washes over you at her hesitant glance.

“Aemond does not know I am here,” you tell her. It is a statement, not a question. 

Alicent struggles to keep the smile on her face. She brought her hand to yours, squeezing it gently. 

“I thought perhaps we shall surprise him,” she says softly.

“I do not think he wishes to see me,” you tell her, and feel a slash of pain in your heart. The wound is still fresh, though the years had passed. 

“Tell them not to let me go,” you had begged him, chasing him down an empty corridor. 

The one-eyed prince had stopped his long strides turning to face you. 

“Tell them you wish to marry me,” you had begged.

Aemond had been silent for many moments. 

“I cannot tell them what is not true.”

You remembered it as though it had happened yesterday. The cold look in his eye, so unlike that of which he usually awarded you. None of the kindness you had grown to love. 

“He does,” Alicent insists, “he has been terribly lonely these past years. Growing more resentful each day. I worry about him.”

In truth, you had never stopped thinking of Aemond. He plagued your thoughts at every moment. 

You blink away the tears that gather in your eyes.

“He shall be returning soon,” Alicent tells you, “join us for supper tonight, please.”

Her thumb continues to stroke the back of your hand, a hopeful look is in her eyes. You nod in agreement. 

Aemond remembered watching you go, the way your eyes had filled with tears. The look of betrayal on your face. That most of all. That has haunted most of his days since your departure. 

In truth, he had wished to marry you. But duty is often in conflict with matters of the heart. And duty demanded he remained unwed. 

And though it pained him to do so, he had to let you go. 

Aemond walks quickly to his chambers, eager to bathe and dress before joining his mother for dinner. The days have been long, and there is no feeling like that of being home. 

He hisses as he lowers himself into the tub, the hot water nipping at his pale skin. Aemond wishes to be done quickly, he doesn’t like being alone with his thoughts. He finds himself constantly training, reading, researching, and doing anything to distract himself from the constant thoughts that plague him.

You. 

It has been years since he last saw you since you last spoke. He supposed you must have several children by now. This did not make him sad, he hoped you had children to brighten your life. 

Aemond readied himself before making his way to his mother’s chambers. It was to be a small affair for supper that evening, as Aegon was entertaining some guests from the west. 

“Aemond,” Alicent said, as he arrived. She embraced her son whom she had not seen in several months. 

“It is good to see you, mother,” he said.

“I have missed you,” she told him, “I have invited a guest for dinner..”

“A guest?” Aemond questions, as the door opens. 

He turns and his breath catches in his throat as he sees you in the doorway. Your eyes are wide as you take him in. Aemond looks good, taller perhaps if that is possible. Leaner, the entirety of him is ropey muscles. He is handsome as ever, eyepatch securely covering his ruined eye. Aemond’s lips part.

“Hello Aemond,” you say softly smiling. 

“Lady (Y/N) has agreed to join us for supper, isn’t that lovely?” Alicent says, placing a hand on her son’s arm. 

Aemond jerks his head in a nod causing Alicent to smile. 

“I shall be but a moment,” she says, starting toward the door. She stops to caress your cheek, before leaving the room, the door clicking shut behind her. 

You inhale a shaky breath. 

“Are you well?” you ask as Aemond continues to stare, a rather innocent expression on his normally harsh face. 

“What are you doing here?” he asks, his voice hoarse. You wet your lips wringing your hands together. 

“Your mother invited me to the capital,” you tell him, “I did not know you had no part in the invitation.”

“My mother?” Aemond said, shaking his head. Of course, his mother. The hopeless romantic who always wanted more for her children than the hand she had been dealt. You nod. 

“She wished to offer her condolences,” you continue, walking towards the fireplace. You reach for a grape that lays on a golden tray. Aemond’s brow furrows.

“Condolences?” he asks, watching you pop the grape into your mouth. You chuckle.

“Shall you speak in questions all evening, my prince?” you tease before answering his question.

“My late husband has passed,” you inform him. A moment of pause lingers between you. 

“I am sorry to hear that,” Aemond says, “I do hope your children are weathering alright?”

You meet his eye, a blush beginning to creep onto your cheeks. Aemond wishes he could place his hands upon your cheeks, to feel the burning that resides underneath your smooth flesh. 

“We were not blessed with children,” you tell him, “my lord husband was not well, for the majority of our marriage.”

“Did he treat you well?” Aemond asks, voice turning to a tone of concern.

“Oh yes,” you assure him, “yes, he was very kind to me. But-”

You find yourself struggling to speak, struggling to find the right words.

“He did not love me,” you decide, “he did not desire me. It was a quiet marriage.”

Aemond is watching you carefully. How foolish he had been to let you slip from his fingers. The gods are good, they must be repaying him for his suffering in some way by returning you to him. By offering him a second chance. 

“I would,” Aemond says softly.

He walks over to you until he stands directly before you. 

“I would love you, I would desire you,” he tells you, “I do, I always have.”

Your eyes fill with tears and you shake your head. 

“You don’t have to say that-”

“I do, and I was a fool,” he continues, taking your hands in his, “I was a fool to let you leave when I loved you. I have loved you and continue to love you.”

The tears are freely flowing down your cheeks, dripping past your chin and onto the stone floor.

“There has not been a day that goes by where I do not think of you,” he continues, “there is not a corner of this world I could fly to where I did not see your face. In every passerby, in the light of the moon. You are everywhere. You are all-consuming.”

“Aemond,” you beg, not sure exactly if you wish him to stop or keep speaking. 

“I love you,” he insists, fingers digging into your waist. 

You bring your hands to his chest, pulling him towards you and connecting your mouths. The kiss is desperate and passionate, making up for the lost time. Aemond can feel the coolness from your tears caressing his face, and you start to laugh against his mouth. 

He kisses you again and again, swallowing the happy laughter that pours from your sweet lips. 

Queen Alicent stands outside the room, back pressed against the wood of the door, listening to your whispers, and laughter. She places a hand against her heart and closes her eyes, happy that her son has found the love he so longed for. 

note: hope you enjoyed I love me a good love confession, especially from our fave one-eyed prince 🥹

[ceaseless-watchers-special-girl]

i haven't even listened to the episode i was just assaulted by this

this bit of the transcript and i am overcome by gayness and love for one (1) alice dyer. sam fumbled that bag fr i would never. i'd treat you so right alice baby just one chance is all i'm asking for alice please—

[maidragoste]

Mistake

Age up!Jacaerys Velaryon x Reader (Daeron's twin sister)

Summary: Your encounter with Jacaerys has consequences and now you are pregnant with his bastard in the middle of the war.

Part two of “I miss you”

A/N: Honestly Jacaerys doesn't appear in this but I promise he will in the next part. The next part will probably be the last and I'll try not to take as long as it takes to post this one (I had most of these written months ago but every time I had to continue writing it made me sad for Reader). Finally, I hope you like it 🥰🥰💞💞

Disclaimer: English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes.

At first, you didn't find it strange when your moon blood didn't come. The truth has never been regular. It had happened to you before that it didn't come for a month and the other it did, that's why you didn't worry. But when another moon passed and your sheets were still clean, you began to fear that you were pregnant. Your fears were confirmed when you started having nausea and vomiting in the mornings. You didn't even have time to come up with a plan because your servants went to tell your mother about your condition and she soon appeared in your chambers with the maester.

"Princess, you are pregnant" the maestre confirmed what you already knew.

"Is there no chance of getting rid of the child?" Alicent asked, taking you by surprise.

"Mother!" you screamed in horror and with tears in your eyes. You knew your mother would be furious but it never occurred to you that she would force you to get rid of the baby.

"I'm afraid, your grace, that if we give her the moon tea there is a chance that the princess will not be able to have children in the future."

"Thank you, master. You may retire,” Alicent said and the man gave you a pitying look before leaving.

Once they were alone, you got on your knees and took your mother's hands "Sorry, mother" you apologized through tears, it hurt to see the disappointment on her face, she had never looked at you like that before "Sorry. Sorry, sorry ”you repeated trembling and kissed her hands. You expected some comfort, a caress on the cheek, or even a touch on the hair but nothing. She just kept looking at you. You would have always been the apple of her eye along with Helaena but now you were trouble.

You apologized for letting her down, and for failing her and your brother. You knew that you were an important piece in the war, you were a dragon rider and with your hand, they could win the support of some important house but now no one would marry you while you were pregnant nor could you go to fight in your condition. You apologized because you knew that if you could go back in time you would sleep with Jacaerys again, you were selfish, you loved him.

"Mother, please say something" you begged, unable to bear her silence anymore.

Alicent released her grip and moved away from you. You bit your lip to keep from letting out a sob. You weren't used to cold treatment from your mother. But for now, it would be the only thing you would receive. For a moment you thought about your father, how he would react if he were alive, he would probably be furious too but you thought that the moment he saw you cry he would take you in his arms and tell you that everything would be fine. He would surely have broken Baela and Jacaerys' engagement so that Jace would marry you.

"You will stay in your chambers until further notice" your mother informed you, taking you out of your imagination, and she left your chambers without bothering to look at you again.

Once you were alone you burst into tears and hugged yourself. You didn't know how long you had been crying, you felt that your throat was burning and your knees were starting to hurt so you should get up or the pain would be but you didn't care. You just wanted someone by your side, you didn't want to be alone, so when you heard the door open you couldn't help but look hopeful. They were your brothers. But you felt your heart drop at the sight of Aemond. In his eye, there was nothing but fury.

"He forced you? Did he force himself on you?" asked the prince taking you by the jaw. You shook your head while the tears came out non-stop from your eyes "Tell me!" you sobbed as he increased his strength.

"I slept with Jacaerys because I wanted to" you confessed between trembling and closing your eyes to avoid seeing your brother's face. You were scared, for the first time you had Aemond do something to you. He had never acted like this with you before, you always witnessed how another was the victim of his anger but this time you were the one who disappointed him.

"Aemond, let her go" you heard your older brother's voice "She's scared"

You felt like years passed until you felt Aemond loosen his grip on her "It's okay, sister" he kissed your forehead and stood up "The bastard will pay for bringing you this disgrace"

"Aemond, what will you do?" You asked scared and wanting to follow him but Aegon took you in his arms "Aemond!" you screamed with a broken voice when you saw him leave the room.

"Don't worry, sister" said the king while you cried and clung to him "Everything will be fine, I'm going to legitimize your son"

••••••

The following months were hell for you. You never left your room. Your family did not want anyone at court to know about your condition, much less for the news to reach the Blacks. So they kept you locked in your rooms, and the only company you had were the maids but they weren't great company because they barely entered your room just to feed you and also never spoke to you, they couldn't since none of them had a tongue. Your sanity hung by a thread, exactly on the maester's visits. He was the only person you could talk to, you knew that the old man felt sorry for you because sometimes he extended the visits just so that you could talk to someone. For a while Aegon had also come to visit you, he always consoled you and distracted you, he told you some story about his drunkenness or about some gossip that you had. It didn't matter how many times you asked him about what was happening with your family, the war and Jacaerys but he never answered you. You were afraid that your questions made him angry because one day he stopped showing up.

Sometimes you prayed that your baby would look like Jacaerys because you missed him so much and longed to see his eyes again. But other times you prayed to the gods that the baby would look like you, maybe if your child is born with your hair and Targaryen eyes then your family will forgive you and let you go. For that reason, you were anxious to give birth again but at the same time, you were afraid. You were afraid of doing this alone without Jacaerys, you were afraid that something would go wrong and you would never have had a chance to say goodbye to your lover. You were afraid of dying and leaving your child alone, you didn't know what your family would do with your baby, they could kill it and Jacaerys would never know that you two had a child.

Most nights you dreamed of Jacaerys and your son. You dreamed of an excited Jace choosing a dragon egg to put in front of her son's cradle. You dreamed of Jace singing to the baby to calm him down. You dreamed of him introducing Vermax to the baby. You dreamed of the first flight of the three together. You dreamed of Jace trying to teach his son how to say “kepa” and “muña” even though his High Valyrian is terrible. You wished more than anything that one of those dreams would come true one day. But after being locked up for months you didn't think it would ever happen. If you survive the birth, you would have to raise your child alone within the four walls of your chambers. That if your family allows you after all for them your baby is a mistake.

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[no-thoughts-just-the-clouds]

My ranking of Nightmare Time episodes (and illegible ramblings about each bc im not normal about this)

1. Honey Queen- Nibbly and Wiggly fighting over Linda; IM THE LATTE HOTTIE WITH ALL THE CLOUT 🗣️🗣️🗣️; Paul randomly showing up is so funny though; roman sleep with one eye open i am coming for you, you leave our queen Linda alone; all of Linda's kids are named after bodies of water Brooke is her daughter head cannon is growing; villain couples wish they are Gerald and Linda; ah yes these four prepubescent boys *proceeds to show four grown men, two of which has facial hair*

2. Yellow Jacket- made me cry, comedy my butt; Sophia and Daniel they can never make me hate you; i will die for you Hannah; Lex is so me coded (i am an older sister and i have issues); Charles talking about Otho: "even the babies are the most dangerous animals so i built this self destruct device to keep him secure so there's no possible— *otho proceeds to escape* —oh my go-"; Joey as Ethan is kinda 👀, i am looking respectfully sir

3. Time Bastard- KEEP KEEP RUNNING AWAY YOOOOUUUU BASTARD TIME BASTARDDDDDDD 🗣️🗣️🗣️🔥🔥🔥🔥; Kim's voice>>>>>>; Tinky really said i will find you in every universe but in the worse way possible; imagine that the reason why pete considers steph the most important person in his life is because the other person he loves the most, his brother ted, is missing and even considered dead, leaving steph as the only person he cares for that is still alive; tinky symbolizes the cycling hell that Ted is stuck in, the labyrinth like halls of his office job alongside his inability to connect with any woman he meets, or just any person in general, aaaandd post

4. Abstinence Camp- VIRGINITY ROCKS 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥DON'T TOSS IT AWAY NEVER TOUCH ANYONE ANYONE NOT EVEN YOUR BABE, that was the best song in the entire series i am not accepting criticism; HE'S GOT THE STEPS THAT CRUMBLE HE'S GOT THE MIND OF A PSYCHO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️, second best song in the show; i am fully convinced grace is the most powerful character besides the LiB in the hatchetverse, with becky being the second because she did defeat her in pitstop; Steph calm down girly 💀; Boy Jerry is one of those news reporters in hatchet town?????; im on lumber axe's side, i too would be very irritated if some horny teenagers decides to do the do in my own home

5. Killer Track- "oh right, he was watching the fireworks" SCREAMING WAILING SOBBING AND THROWING UP; Miss holloway deserves happiness; the upcoming holloduke break up episode is going to destroy me i just know it; Bryce's character designs>>>>>>>; if the LiB always asks for what the summoner treasures the most, then that means all miss holloway ever wanted was to be remembered; is the killer track connected to pokotho!????

6. Perky's Buds- i love you ziggy; ah yes nightmare time, the series of all time; farmer gives bird magical weed and ends up becoming a slave to the nest of nighthawks; the birds throwing up food down their throats vs the entirety of hey melissa, which is more disgusting?; Ezekiel is my favorite Joey character; emma finally gets her dream of a pot farm and it all immediately went up in flames (literally)

7. Watcher World- TRIP TO AN AMUSEMENT PARK GONE WRONG (REAL NOT CLICKBAIT); don't worry alice go on and join us at the "i have parental issues" club; poor snigglet; "Jeff are you drunk again" there goes the fourth wall; kudos to mariah that panic attack scene is well acted and accurate; im kinda shocked that sylvia isn't someone bill made up to spite his ex but alright; the final part of the fight scene between bill and alice will never leave my mind thank you; That one guy shouting out all of bill's insecurities while playing the high striker, like my man james and corey you outdid yourselves

8. Daddy- i did not expect the sherman young lore but alright; sheila young kinda 👀, am looking respectfully ma'am; sheila young please just one chance 🙏; MAN IN A HURRY NAME DROP LETSSSS GOOOO BARRY SWIFT; out of all of the deaths in NT frank's dog is the saddest, change my mind; behind every dirtbag (frank) in hatchetfield is an even bigger dirtbag (sheila & sherman)

9. Forever and Always- Paul 23 & Emmdroid my beloved; THE CONNECTION OF THIS EPISODE WITH TIME BASTARD THOUGH!???? LIKE STARKID YOU ATE; behind every girlboss (Emmdroid) is a malewife (Paul 23); RIP to the real paul and emma but these two clones deserve their weird, happy relationship

10. Hatchetfield Ape Man- "welcome to america, you tea taxing son of a b****"; correct me if I'm wrong but from what i remember none of the events that happened in this episode are connected to the lords in black, all of this was just produced from professor hidgens being unhinged; anything for working boys; "iT's ObViOuSlY a NaKeD mAn" 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️; WHAT IS UP WITH TED AND HENRY COMMITING WAR CRIMES TOGETHER AND ENDS WITH HENRY KILLING TED!???

11. Jane's a Car- G O T M Y F O O T O N T H E G A S; the way my jaw dropped when i found out tom and jafar have the same actor; that ending though; oh wow lore on emma's sister how cool, and then THAT scene happens; Becky barnes you beautiful gorgeous intelligent kind-hearted lady, i need to know the story behind the whole "climbing a tree" thing; the audio playing in the radio when the car crashed being connected to the LiB? These eldritch beings literally looked at these small town jerks and went- "ah yes, these are my favorite humans"

12. The Witch in the Web- MISS HOLLOWAY INTRODUCTION LET'S GOOOO 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️; i wish a very horrible evening to pamela foster; WILEY!?????? THE DAGGER ALSO SHOWING UP IN THE PITSTOP LIVESTREAM!??? I NEED MORE LORE ABOUT THAT DAGGER; Hannah's actress put her entire soul into the acting, goodness gracious.

[biwitchenergyz]

How I would have wrote the first episode to lead up to blood and cheese

DISCLAIMER! This is purely for fun and I do not think I am better then the actual writers of house of the dragon. I just enjoy writing and thought I’d give my own take on the scene and how I would have liked to see it play out. Please don’t take this too seriously. Also ignore my grammar I can’t spell their names to save my life😭

I like the scene of Aegon coming in to look for his son. I think this could be a great time to introduce Maelor. Perhaps Jaehara could be holding her little brother while Helaena is sewing and watching her two youngest kids. Helaena is sewing almost unconsciously as though her mind is elsewhere but looking at her children soothes her tensed expression. Jaehara laughs and smiles when Aegon comes in and he instantly goes to her, patting her head while he speaks to her and Maelor. Maybe he jokes with his children but jaehara and the baby boy smile. He asks Helaena where HIS boy is instead of “the boy” and Helaena tells him that her son is in the library having his lessons. Aegon says something like thank you, sister. And tells her that he plans on taking the future king to watch a council meeting. The rest of the scene follows like in the show with Helaena saying she is scared and Aegon reassuring her that she has nothing to fear, maybe he even adds that the rats are no worry because the rat catchers are here to protect her (from the rats).

Cut to The council scene which I thought was perfect, for emotional effect I’d add a moment where During the king hearing petitions he has brought Jae and he puts Jae on his lap and kinda plays with his son and tells him one day he will sit the iron throne. Then Aegon gives the boy his signature ring to play with.

Now I’d keep everything else, especially Rhaenyra’s iconic I want Aemond line, but instead I’d like Daemon to go to Mysaria and express a different plan. Kind of like “the queen wants my nephew because she is blinded by a mothers grief but he is not the real threat. We must end Aegons line, without an heir Aegons position is weak and perhaps he too will feel the grief that the queen endures.” Since this WHOLE episode daemon has only been mad about nobody destroying Aegon when they had the chance and as he points out he only wants to kill Vhagar because Aemond is no threat to them without her. Daemon, the ROGUE prince, goes rogue and hires blood and cheese with the sole intent of killing Aegons heir (forgetting Maelor because Daemon doesn’t really know shit about Aegons family). He tells blood and cheese to cause as much torment as they wish but that he must have the head of a son. So blood and cheese (who have expressed hatred for the hightowers) go into the castle in pretty much the same way except they never pass Aegon on the throne cus that’s dumb as shit. (We still see Aegon and his bros because that was hilarious)

Blood and Cheese hear two maids talking about how the queen will take her kids to see the queen dowager as she always does. They will mention that they have begged Helaena to take guards with her but the queen insists that they will be fine (or says some ominous dreamer quote). So blood and cheese sneak past guards being stopped at one moment by a guard who they trick into letting them go. Finally they arrive at the Queen Dowagers room where they kill Alicents two guards and barge into the room where Alicent is being dressed by her lady maid. The woman screams and cheese strangles her while blood grabs Alicent and ties her arms to her bedpost (she can mover her feet but she can not move far). Then they wait as Helaena brings the kids. Alicent is gagged so Helaena doesn’t hear her screaming. Hel brings the kids in and they are all taking and playing as the door slams shut behind her and she finally notices the two men standing at the shut door. She demands to know who they are but when she sees the rat cages she falls silent. Then she whispers to her scared kids, “the rat catchers are here to protect us.” Like Aegon said to her even though she doesn’t believe it. Alicent is screaming at Helaena through her gag begging her to run but Hel remains calm. “You owe a debt and we are here to collect” Cheese says.

He rips Maelor from Helaena’s arms and blood grabs Jahaerys, who he identifies by the ring Aegon gave him to play with. They demand Helaena chooses one of her sons to die but she offers herself instead. They tell her she’s just a woman and they came for a boy or something with a cock (cus they are brazen and gross). Jaehara hides behind her mom but finally pokes her head out from behind her as Helaena pleads that she be taken instead. Cheese then sees the girl and tells her to make a choice before blood rapes her daughter. Alicent starts crying and trying to escape her bondage. She pulls so hard that she will later have bruised wrists that we see at the funeral.

Finally Helaena says, “the baby. Take my baby.” Clearly thinking he doesn’t know what’s going on. Cheese tells Maelor , “your mama wants you dead” then he drops the kid to the floor and Helaena runs forward to catch him. She and Alicent look relived thinking the two men will leave but then Cheese grabs Jaehareys arms as Blood pulls his knife. The camera shows Jahaerys scream for his mom then the focus is on Helaena’s face( with Alicent in the background) both watching in fear as we hear them slice off the boys head. (Maybe blood splatters across Helaena’s face for drama) and then the screen goes black.

[witchinatree]

making a list of my favorite quote/ones that stuck with me from each season 1 episode because i feel like it

(i'm starting this after episode 4 but it will be a WHILE before i post it)

episode 1: "bones are a lie peddled by Big Milk" - alice

i love this one because it's a great introduction to alice i think. also it radiates spiral so i hope we get avatar alice not dead alice (isnt there a podcast called alice isnt dead?)

episode 2: "If I wanted to clear the canvas, I would have used turpentine." - statement

this one was just fucking powerful and caught me so off guard like 😶

episode 3: "What would I do without her?" - statement

the norris statement <3 it feels like martin asking what he would do without jon which makes mag200 a lot sadder and i love them

episode 4: "Perhaps you shall prove a stronger will than I, and will yet find it within yourself to destroy this hungry thing of wood and cat-gut." - statement

augustus sighting #1 and we immediately get jonah magnus expressing that it may be possible for gwen bouchard unknown family member to overcome the eye's hunger spooky violin

episode 5: "Voyeur needs to be seen to be believed." - statement

i feel like this one is pretty reflective of how the seasons gonna go? like if you explain the events of tma (mag200 specifically) no one's gonna believe you, it must be seen to be believed!! and also seen!! like the eye!!!

episode 6: "Not sca- This isn’t some poxy blood test, some little pinprick, this is hundreds, thousands of razor sharp points pushing into your flesh." - needles

i love needles so much and i thought this was really funny because it was like "you dont find me scary!! what the fuck!!!" just kind of toddler michael energy

episode 7: "It’s not like we’re wrestling with tape recorders and manila folders." - celia

STOP IT. celia you can't say that you just cannot!!!!!! you Know™ too much maam i cant with you

episode 8: "Pleasure to meet you both. I’m Gerry!"

RAGHHHHH OH MY GOD GERRY!!!! i love him so much and idk how to handle him being alive in the tmagp universe!! gertrude too but idk we got so much of her in tma and not nearly enough of gerry

episode 9: "And honestly, it’s kind of compelling by this point." - sam

they got him 😔😔 the horrors got sam 😔😔 also i found this to be an interesting contrast to jon's heavy resistance in season 1 like he was being compelled but he wasn't going to let anyone know that vs sam "its kinda compelling to trauma dump on this paperwork :]" how is he somehow even more victim material

episode 10: "Gosh you’re sexy, here’s a twenty for your trouble.” - alice

does this count as a quote if shes also quoting what she thinks sam should say? idk anyway i love her i would say that to her if given the chance and it was very silly. i will not be addressing bonzo i am scared.

episode 11: "...Thank you, Alice" - gwen

dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard dyhard. okay also, the way she CRUMBLED at the idea of anyone doing anything nice for her please someone give her a hug and let it be ME. this series is tossing me back and forth between sam & alice (what is their ship name) and dyhard but this put me back to dyhard

episode 12: "You know it's rude to have absolutely no game?" - alice

she's so fucking funny i need her to be okay so badly!!!! i don't think even tim made me laugh as much as she makes me chuckle and this one really got me. it's hard to write such a comedic character in a podcast since you only have the voice but they really nailed it i adore her

episode 13: "Is it my fault?" - gwen

each of these episodes just reveal a little bit more about how loving and soft gwen is and idk i love her so unbelievably much so seeing that she felt guilt about the bonzo stuff just made her so much more real :(

episode 14: "Christ, they’re in the walls…" - statement

theyre in the walls!!! theyre in the goddamn walls!!!!! anyway that got me because i realized the hole before the statement said it. made more sad than scared tbh

episode 15: "Babies are cool!" - alice this entire interaction between her and sam & celia was so awkward, she is so obvious and i love her anyway

episode 16: "It’s not like I was holding doors open for Mr Bonzo or anything." - gwen my wife is so so so stupid but i adore her AND this gives room for character development. i wish she did not do that though. i love when characters are flawed and have depth but i struggled to get past THIS flaw of hers

episode 17: "Thanks, I guess. Not exactly the same, though, is it?" - celia shes talking TO JON IN THE COMPUTER. SHE KNOWS. i lost my damn mind i love her i love her. get the gay people out of the puter please queen

episode 18: "Why would I need to talk to you? Your work is satisfactory. Unless you have a work-related issue I could assist you with?" - lena solidified my opinion that lena is the best boss to ever have, i adore her and i would want to work for her if she wasn't the boss of Creepy Establishment #1

episode 19: "You’re going to throw it in the fishtank, aren’t you?" - alice colin's behavior is like really worrying BUT i'm glad he's back. i was not convinced he was still alive

episode 20: "I suppose it’s too late for remorse, isn’t it? And why should I be sorry? This is what I deserve!" - ink5oul/statement they reminded me of jon a lot, like especially his season 3/4 transformation when he doesn't quite know everything but he knows he isn't who he was in season 1 anymore, i hope we see more of their life and they can be helped :(

episode 21: [Tape Recorder Bites Ink5oul] - audio description i know it's not technically a quote but this is just so fucking funny. why does it have teeth. what does this mean for the lore. holy shit.

episode 22: "Jonathan Sims and Martin Blackwood" - celia. knawing at the walls of my enclosure i am so not okay. i'm not okay. wtf. wtf. wtf. they're real. wtf.

episode 23: "I had a favorite mug. It said “love you, bitch” and had a picture of a drunk dog on it." - alice. okay i just love this entire interaction because gwen got to open up a little bit and my dyhard heart is so full

episode 24: "I am told that children like me, and I’ve always held the opinion that the world would be a better place if everyone just thought more." - basira. once again this whole interaction was so fun but like idk i loved hearing basira somewhat happy and in a safe place :] my wife <3

episode 25: " I am trying to help, to save us from this goddamned fucking nightmare machine!" - colin. MAN I REALLY WAS ROOTING FOR YOU!!! I WAS SO CONFIDENT YOU WEREN'T GONNA DIE!!!! it's over

episode 26: "I was worrying for a moment that you were Magnussing." - alice. MAGNUSSING BEING CANON MADE ME SAY IT EVEN MORE I'VE SAID IT LIKE TWICE ALREADY

episode 27: "You didn’t tell me the room was labelled, “Archivist.”" - celia. oooooh somebody's got TRAUMAAAAA LMAO

episode 28: "So you’re telling me you know nothing about an OIAR external contract being found with the bodies of two tattooed thugs who met rather grisly ends?" - TREVOR HERBERT???? anyway. ink5oul mention!!!!! i hope they stop killing people it's really rude

episode 29: "Alice, er… we’ve got to talk. It’s important." - teddy. i knew it was over for him but i didn't think it was gonna be THIS bad??? bye babe i guess??? 😭

episode 30: how do i even pick. the whole fucking episode. i can't. i am in a state of shock. i need to lay down for 30 years.

[ashcal99]

Collarbones : Jasper Whitlock Hale VI

Chapter Six

"I can see your collarbones and baby I'm scared, Never thought I'd be so unprepared"

Summary: Camila Johnson was only 16 when she was diagnosed with leukemia. By the time she had turned 17, the doctors had tried everything to save her. Her family is close to giving up hope when they hear of a doctor who may be able to help her. The only problem is, he lives on the opposite side of the country. The small family soon decides to move to the small town in Washington, in efforts to prolong her life. In doing so, her life changes forever.

Warnings: Eventual smut (18+ only), mentions of death, depression, violence, descriptions of disease and weight loss, general angst, slow burn, mention of opioids

Words: 6.9k

A/N: Please lmk if you'd like to be added to the tag list. This one is kind of more of a filler chapter. Shit hits the wall a bit in the next chapter, hope you enjoy x

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February 4th, 2005

Jasper had stayed the night after, leaning in to what had quickly become their new normal. Their kiss had remained sweet and short, Jasper not wanting to push things too far too quickly. As much as he wanted to ease head first into Camila’s affection, he didn’t want to overwhelm her. Perhaps it was just him being old fashioned, but he refused to put her in any situation where she would have the slightest chance of feeling uncomfortable, because the last thing that he wanted to do was scare her away. 

After their display of affection, the two had stayed awake until the early hours of the morning, Jasper insisting to help with her homework that she hadn’t finished due to sleeping all afternoon. As the sun arose, he had reluctantly pulled away from her hold on his hand, knowing that he would have to leave before her mother came in to wake her. The pout she had given him made it nearly impossible for him to leave, so he had settled on trying to kiss the pout away. 

Despite their first kiss having only been hours beforehand, the action had felt nothing but natural. The warmth of her breath on his lips made his head spin and for a moment. He couldn’t help but question if something was wrong with him, but no. That was just the effect she had on him. She made it feel like the whole world had tilted on its axis, and it took him what felt like a full minute to decipher that it hadn’t actually done so. 

The moment had been coated in thick, raw emotion, even though the whole thing had only lasted a few seconds. The gentle touch of his stone lips has sent her heart racing. She had to resist the urge to pull him back to her as he pulled away, promising to meet her as soon as she arrived at the school. 

He would’ve offered to drive her if hadn’t been for the fact that he hadn’t drove there that night. It was much faster to run, and he definitely didn’t need one of her parents seeing his car parked anywhere near the house. As much as he selfishly wanted to drive her to and from the school, wanting to spend every moment possible in her presence, he didn’t want to overwhelm her. He also knew that the short drive was, at most times, the only time she had alone with her mother, and he didn’t want to take that away from either one of them.

So he had left, giving her one last short kiss before climbing back out onto the dewy grass. And he began his run back home, knowing full well that Alice would ambush him as soon as he arrived within a one mile radius. 

Camila had taken the time to take a shower, deciding that she needed the feel of the hot water on her skin. Her muscles had begun to ache deeply once more, the meds having been worn off for some time. She refused to take another pill, wanting to be fully alert for her last classes before the weekend. She had a feeling she may end up regretting this choice, but her mind had remained se on her decision.  

She stood there in the steam filled room, letting the searing water flow freely over her sore bruised body. Her thoughts began to wander as she sucked in deep breaths, the steam helping open her airways, slightly lifting the weight from her chest. He had initiated the kiss, did that mean it would become a normal thing for them? What did it mean for them? She wasn’t exactly keen on defining their relationship, but she couldn’t help but wonder what exactly that relationship would be labeled as. 

A sudden knock on the bathroom door shook her from her thoughts. “We have to leave soon, Honey.” Her mom’s voice said, sounding from the other side of the door. Her eyes widened. How long had she been there, just letting the water run over her freshly cleaned hair? Quickly shutting the flow off, she grabbed her fresh towel from the rack, wrapping the fluffy fabric around her chest, letting it hang down to her knees.

Swinging open the cabinet door, she rushed to plug in her hairdryer, knowing that, despite the time crunch, she couldn’t go out in the cool whether with wet hair. She ran it over her head for a few minutes, her hair frizzing from the humidity before she was content with the result.

Glancing at her cell phone that she had left on the mattress, she took note that she only had a few minutes left. She moved cautiously, trying to move as quick as possible without becoming light headed. She refused to willingly give up any of her time with Jasper, so she settled with her usual baggy t-shirt, leggings, jacket, and combat boots, pulling them on quickly, before halfway stumbling out of her bedroom, bag slung over her shoulder. 

Michelle gave her a soft smile, handing Camila her usual breakfast of a granola bar and protein shake. “Thanks.” She muttered, following behind the woman as they made their way to the car. 

Clouds cluttered the sky, casting a dim light down on the road before them as the wound their way down the familiar street. “So.” He mother said, clearing her throat as her eyes remained on the road before her. “How are you liking the new school so far? Making many friends?” She asked. “You know, besides Jasper?” She added teasingly, the corners of her mouth tilting upwards. 

Camila nodded, not able to stop the smile from spreading on her face as she continued. “Yeah, I completely forgot to tell you yesterday. Angela, a girl in my history class, invited me to go dress shopping with her and a couple other girls on Tuesday for prom.” She said, continuing as she took in the worried look on her mother’s face. “Don’t worry, I still don’t plan on going to prom.” She assured her, shoving another bite of her granola bar into her mouth, wincing slightly as she forced the dry food down her throat. 

Michelle shook her head lightly. “No, it’s not that. Are you sure you’ll be up for that after being at school all day?” She said, voice coated in concern. She couldn’t help it, Camila was her baby, and she just wanted her safe.

Camila couldn’t help the sigh that left her lips. “I promise it’s okay, Mom. We’ll only be out for a couple hours and we’re getting dinner after.” She said, attempting to ease her mother’s discomfort. “Besides, if I need to come home, I’ll just call and have you pick me up, promise.” She added quickly, taking her last gulp of the unsavory protein shake as she gestured crossing her heart. 

Her mother let out an ever deeper sigh. “Fine.” She grumbled, not completely convinced, but wanting her daughter to have fun. 

“Also…” Camila started, trailing off slightly. “Alice was the one who invited me over for tomorrow, Jasper’s sister.” She corrected pointedly, receiving a nod and content smile from her mother in return as they pulled up to the school. Of course her mother had been fine with her Saturday plans, Carlisle being in attendance. 

Camila’s eyes flickered over to the Cullens’ usual parking space, immediately spotting the mop of golden curls. She cleared her throat, leaning forward to give her mother a sideways hug before quickly exiting the car. “Love you, Mom.” She said, quickly shutting the door behind her.

Jasper, like promised, was almost immediately by her side, grasping her hand in his, returning to their mutual state of comfort. A light mist hovered in the air as small water droplets began to fall from the sky. “Come on.” He muttered softly, tugging her gently in the direction of the main doors. “Don’t want you getting sick.” He said, rubbing his thumb lightly on the back of her hand. 

——————

Much to her dismay, despite rushing to make it to school early enough to spend time with Jasper, she had only been given a few minutes before the bell had rung, signaling the start of the day. She had been reluctant in leaving his side, finally doing so as he promised to save her a seat next to him for lunch. 

Camila had opted, once again, to take her seat next to Angela as her history class started. She had been wondering all night if the girl had mustered up the courage to ask Eric, and couldn’t hold herself back as it was the first question she asked. “Soooo…” She drew out dramatically. “Did you ask him?” She asked, raising an eyebrow in question as she waited patiently for her answer. 

Redness creeped up to Angela’s cheeks as tucked a piece of hair behind her ear bashfully. “Maybe…” She muttered lowly, earning a squeal from the girl.

“Girls.” The teacher scolded, warning them of their noise. 

‘Sorry.’ Camila mouthed, grimacing just slightly before bringing her attention back to the teen next to her. “Go on.” She urged, nudging her shoulder to continue as she cupped her hands together in front of herself, listening intently. 

The blush deepened as she admitted. “He said yes.” She whispered, leaning close as if it was a trade secret. 

Camila beamed at the news. “See? I told you.” She said cheerfully. “Strong. Independent.” She said confidently, nodding her head curtly. 

Angela giggled, giddy from the conversation. “I know, and I promise to save you a speech at our wedding.” She joked. Camila’s heart plummeted, trying to keep her smile from dropping as she looked down to her textbook. She knew it was a joke of course, but it didn’t stop the words from wiping the happiness from her heart.

She shook her head lightly, refusing to let one lighthearted joke put a damper on her day. “Well, congrats on the engagement.” She joked.

Angela scoffed, rolling her eyes playfully. “Well what about you and Jasper?” She asked, looking to her expectantly. 

Camila raised an eyebrow, gaining nonchalance as his name caused her heart to skip a beat. “What about me and Jasper?” She asked innocently. 

“Oh come on.” She urged. “I saw you guys leave right after lunch together. Are you guys dating?” She said, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively. Of course someone had seen. Oh well. She would have to give her some sort of reason now.

Her mind reeled, trying to find a simple explanation, because she didn’t know the answer. The word ‘dating’ felt so juvenile, simultaneously too much of a description for what was going on between them as well as no where near enough. “Blood tests in biology.” She said, settling on the half truth. “I get queasy from the sight of blood. He took me home.” She explained simply, as if the whole thing was no big deal. 

“Awww.” Angela cooed, clutching her hands to her chest. “That’s actually so sweet.” She said, jutting her bottom lip out in a pout. 

Camila rolled her eyes, shoving her lightly. “Shut up.” She muttered, hanging her head as it was her turn to blush. This earned another giggle from the girl. 

——————

By the time lunch had rolled around, her suspicions had shown correct. The aches in her bones, in her joins were almost too much to handle as the day went on and she was definitely beginning to regret not taking her meds that morning. She should’ve known not to do it. Should’ve listened to her own concerns and just given in, but the decision had already been made, and there was no point in dawning on it now. 

Of course, Jasper had immediately caught on to her discomfort, no doubt with the help of his ‘gift’. The pain had began to grow overwhelming as a dull throbbing started in her forehead. Everything combined with the noise of the cafeteria was causing a migraine to build behind her brow.

Jasper couldn’t help but stare at her as she sat there, eyes squinted slightly at the fluorescent lighting. “Headache?” He muttered softly, watching as her eyes shot open suddenly, looking up at him from beneath his arm as she nodded slightly. He hummed, letting his forehead rest on hers as her eyes fluttered closed. 

She sighted in content, the coolness of his skin helping ease the throbbing inside her skull. He knew that it may be a bit too intimate of a thing to do in the middle of the cafeteria, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. If it helped ease her pain, then it was well worth the stares. As much as he originally wanted to keep thing discreet between the two of them, he was beginning to realize how difficult that would be. 

A low snicker sounded from across the table followed a loud thwack. “Emmet.” Jasper muttered, warning his brother, as his eyes remained closed. Clearly he hadn’t learned, or maybe hadn’t taken Jasper seriously enough before.

“Okay, okay, sorry. Jesus.” He said, holding up his hands in defense, rolling his eyes dramatically.

“Actually, his name is Jasper.” Camila muttered softly, eyes sill shut tightly as a smile ghosted her lips, earning soft laughter from Jasper. 

Emmet, clearly confused by her statement, stared at the two, eyebrows furrowed in pure confusion. He looked to Alice for an explanation, receiving a shrug of the shoulders instead. 

They had remained like this for the remainder of their lunch period, foreheads pressed gently against one another, basking in the comfort of their touch. Suddenly, cold palms pressed against her ears, jolting her from Jasper as a muffled ringing of the school bell sounded. She turned, seeing a smiling Alice behind her. “Thanks.” She said softly, giving her wide smile and wrapping her arms tenderly around the girl’s petite frame in a tight hug. The immortal girl was so damn sweet, blocking the loud noise from her ears like that. It baffled her how anybody in this godforsaken town dared to call her weird.

Alice grinned, ear to ear, as she wrapped her arms securely around Camila, reciprocating the friendly gesture. “See you tomorrow.” She said brightly as she pulled away from the embrace. “Jasper will be back there at eleven to pick you up.” She said. 

Her words caught in Camila’s ears. Back there. A blush crept its way onto her cheeks. Of course she would know that Jasper had been spending the night with her as of late, but that didn’t stop her from being bashful about it. 

Jasper stood, gathering both of their bags before intertwining their fingers, returning to their normal position of holding hands. “Are you sure you don’t want me to take you home now?” He asked hesitantly.

Camila shook her head, following his lead out into the hallway. “I’m sure.” She reassured him. “I just want to finish my classes. Besides, that whole thing really did help the headache.” She admitted. “Thanks for that, by the way.” She added, sending him a bashful smile, her cheeks remaining reddened.

He lead her towards her Mr. Molina’s classroom, their shoes adding to the clattering sounds of the busy hallway. “My pleasure.” He said, smirk prominent. 

She nudged her shoulder with his, as if it would do anything, and muttered a soft ‘shut up’ as she rolled her eyes at him playfully. The one minute warning bell rung loudly throughout the hall as they stopped next the door of her next class. 

He swung her bag from his shoulder, keeping it tightly in his grasp as he stood there for a moment, seemingly lost in her eyes. He bit his lip, contemplating if he should give in to his desires. Give in to the need to feel her lips on his once again, if even only for a second. 

The feeling of her lips on his had been plaguing his mind all day. The way she had sent swarms of butterflies all around his insides. The way she has kissed him back with just as much feeling behind it as him. The emotions that were immolating from her, but hadn’t wanted to be too certain of the clarity in what the meant.

“You should probably go. You’ll be late.” She said softly as he tucked a stray piece of hair behind her ear. 

Jasper smiled down at her, eyes not faltering as he answered. “Don’t worry, you’re worth it, trust me.” He said, closing the already gradually narrowed gap between their lips. 

Her eyes fluttered closed, leaning into his touch, into the tenderness of his kiss, before it was gone all too soon. The kiss, like his others, had nearly taken her breath away, and she wondered vaguely and rather doubtfully if she would ever get used to the feeling of his lips on hers. Her eyes opened to find him glaring down the hall, in the opposite direction of herself. She followed his gaze, landing on none other than Tyler Crowley. 

Their glaring contest remained until the boy passed, entering the biology classroom, his eyes flickering back to hers. “You had to do that on purpose, right?” She asked chidingly, referring to the kiss that so happened to be timed directly when the boy had been walking down the hall towards them.  

Jasper shook his head, denying the accusation. “I admit, he really doesn’t like me.” He admitted, recalling the hatred that had ran through the teen’s mind. “But no.” He continued. “I definitely don’t need any other reason to want to kiss you, Darlin’.” He said, smirking as he closed his eyes and laid yet another kiss on her lips.

A clearing of a throat interrupted their moment, the couple pulling away quickly to find Mr. Molina, arms crossed with an eyebrow raised. “Miss Johnson, you may want to come in before I have to mark you tardy.” He said, turning his gaze to Jasper. “And Mr Cullen.” He continued. “Do you, or do you not have a class to get to?” He asked pointedly. 

“Sorry, Mr. Molina.” They said in unison, Camila’s cheeks turning a bright deep of red as she took her bag from Jasper’s outstretched hand.

“I’ll see you in calculous.” Jasper promised, whispering as he made sure that Mr. Molina was no longer looking before bringing their still intertwined fingers to his lips where he laid a delicate kiss to her knuckles. He dropped her hand slowly, reluctant as always to lose her touch as he retreated to his next class. 

She had just made it inside the door frame as the tardy bell sounded. Jasper smiled, the feeling of her lips fresh on his mind. His first tardy slip. He would never hear the end of it when Emmet inevitably found out, that much he was sure of. He didn’t care though. She was worth it.

——————

The aching, throbbing pain in her body had somehow almost doubled by the time Camila’s calculous class had rolled around, and she found herself, once again, grateful to have the class with Jasper. His presence was always a comforting thing to her and, in that moment, it was helping distract her from her pain, even if not completely. She could see the finish line. There was only less than twenty minutes left to the class and then she could go home and rest. She had been counting down the minutes of the last half hour, eyes flickering to the clock that hung on the front wall of the room every couple minutes. 

Jasper had, of course, felt that she was in pain. Doing the best he could in the situation by dipping his fingers under the hem of her shirt, laying his cold palm on the small of her back, hoping that it might help alleviate some of the ache in her spine. Hoping that he wasn’t stepping over the line with his touch. She would be home soon, he assured himself. Home soon, so that she could take her meds and start to feel better. He had sent waves of comfort to her, watching her body relax into her seat as he gave in to the use of his powers. As much as he hated using his powers on her without permission, the action feeling as if he was invading her privacy, he knew that this would be an exception he was happy to make to that rule.

Camila let out a sigh of relief, goosebumps rising from his gentle touch. “Thank you.” She said gratefully. The pain was still there of course, but in that moment she could feel his influence. Feel that he had used his powers to help distract her the best he could from that pain. 

He leaned his head forward to lay a tender kiss to her temple. “No thanks necessary, Ma’am.” He said, southern accent thick. He hadn’t been sure when exactly he had decided to throw all caution to the wind, but he couldn’t exactly help himself from showing the little displays of affection. Everything seemed so natural for them that he had found it difficult to remind himself to try and hold some of it back. He didn’t really care anymore though. 

Sure, they definitely had a lot to talk about still and the last thing he wanted to do was skew her decision at the end of it all, but he couldn’t stop himself. His feelings were growing too quickly for him to get a mental grasp on them, the magnetic pull towards her was reeling him in much too strongly. He just couldn’t hold it back anymore, and he wasn’t even sure if he actually wanted to. 

He had stayed there, glued to her side after the bell had rung signaling the end of class. His concentration didn’t waver one bit as he made sure continue sending calming waves, wanting to comfort her for as long as possible before having to let her go. 

Camila had been the one to kiss him this time, forcing herself onto her tiptoes as she closed the gap between their lips. She wasn’t quite sure where the sudden confidence had stemmed from, but it probably had to do with his near constant displays of affection he had been showing her over the past twenty-four hours. Either way, she didn’t hold back as she pressed her lips to his, not caring about the stares they were starting to get as they stood against the wall of lockers. 

Reluctantly, Jasper forced himself to pull away, knowing that her mother was waiting just outside of the doors to take her home. “Take your meds and get some rest when you get home.” He said, brushing his thumb against her plump lower lip, unable to take his eyes off of it. “I’ll see you later tonight, promise.” He promised, nudging her towards the exit.

“Fineeee.” Camila drew out dramatically, rolling her eyes playfully. She forced herself not to look back to him as she followed the crowd outside. Scanning the busy parking lot, she found her mother’s car and set her course. She winced as she felt Jasper’s powers leave, hit by a sudden wave of pain, no doubt too far for the calm to reach her any longer. Using every bit of strength left in her, she pulled the passenger door open, sinking into the seat as she let out an exhausted sigh, closing it swiftly behind herself. 

A look of concern immediately plastered itself onto her mother’s face. “Are you okay, Sweetie? Do I need to take you to see Carlisle?” She asked, voice laced with panic as she took in her daughters slouched over frame. 

Camila shook her head, closing her eyes as she leaned further back into the seat. “I’m fine Mom, promise. I just forgot to take my meds today.” She assured her.

Michelle remained silent for a moment, lip pulled between her teeth as she seemed to be mulling over a thought in her head. “Maybe…” She stared cautiously. “Maybe we should to think about pulling you out of public school.” She said.

Camila’s eyes shot open, wincing as she pushed herself upright and alert in her seat. “What?” She asked, a slight panic in her voice. “I just started. I’m fine, I swear.” She said, tears beginning to well in the corners of her eyes. She didn’t want to leave school, no matter how hard it was becoming. She had just started to make friends. She didn’t want to spend the last few months of her life lonely. 

“You’re not okay though, Honey.” Her mother interjected, voice thick with emotion. “This was my concern with letting you go in the first place. You only have a little bit left with us, less than we were expecting, and I don’t want that time to be shortened because you’re pushing yourself to do too much.” She explained, voice cracking as a stray tear streamed down her cheek.

Maybe it was a good thing that the topic had finally been brought up. It was too often that her parents brushed her illness under the rug. Acted like everything was fine as if not talking about it would upset Camila any less. “I know, Mom. I promise to take care of myself better. I just want to be able to have friends again.” She said, bitting her lip in attempt to stop it from quivering. “I don’t want to be lonely again.” She whispered. 

Michele sniffled, blinking rapidly as she shook her head, trying to rid herself of the tears. “Okay. One more time with something like this and that’s it.” She stated stubbornly. “And don’t think this means I won’t discuss this with your father when he gets home from work. I’m holding you to that promise missy.” She said, pointing a finger at the girl. 

——————

The hours ticked by at an agonizing pace, Jasper not knowing what to with his time as he waited for the minute to arrive in which he could see Camila once again. The sun hadn��t even set yet, but he felt like the waiting had been going on for a millennium. He had tried distracting himself with his homework, but that had taken a comically short amount of time to finish. Hunting was out of the picture as he had done so only the day before. In that moment he couldn’t help but wonder how he had managed to fill his time on any other occasion. Over a century of living and he couldn’t manage to fill one afternoon. 

He had settled on attempting to read one of the many books lining the shelves of his room, struggling to adequately assign his attention to the paper when a knock suddenly sounded on his door. He sighed, raising to his feet to answer the knock when it swung open on its own accord. He had been expecting Alice or even Emmet, come to tease him about the displays of affection that he had shown that day at school, but instead, there stood Edward. The last person he had expected to come knocking.

He hadn’t had an actual conversation with Edward in over a week, both having been mutually avoiding each other, so his sudden appearance had shocked him a bit. “Edward.” He greeted bluntly as he returned to his seat, closing the book he had been ‘reading’.

“Jasper…” Edward started awkwardly. “I wanted to come and apologize for the way that I’ve been acting.” He admitted, looking down to the shiny floorboards in guilt. “I guess… I can’t help but be jealous of you.” He admitted reluctantly.

Jasper sighed, gesturing for Edward to take a seat next to him. “I know.” He said bluntly. Of course he had known Edward was jealous, it had been painfully obvious. “I’m sure this whole thing is very difficult for you.” He said sympathetically, referring of course to their situation with the two human girls. “But,” He continued. “I don’t want you to think that this isn’t difficult for me too.” He said.

Edward’s shoulders hunched over in defeat as he settled into the chair next to him. “I know that, and I truly am sorry for taking my frustrations out on you.” He said, Jasper urging him to continue with a pointed glare. “And on her.” He admitted, hanging his head in shame. “I promise to be on my best behavior tomorrow when she comes over. I’ll be a perfect gentleman.” He said, dramatically gesturing crossing his heart. 

Dropping the glare, Jasper smirked. “You better be. I can embarrass you around Bella Swan just as easily.” He threatened, sending a playful punch into his adopted brother’s shoulder. Okay, so maybe he did understand why everyone had been teasing him about Camila, it was kind of fun. 

Edward groaned dramatically. “You and Emmet both.” He complained, rolling his eyes. “I am really happy for you, you know?” He said, suddenly serious again as he gave him a soft smile. “I’m happy to see that you’ve found someone to make you happy. You deserve it.” He admitted. 

If Jasper was able, he knew he would be blushing. If his heart wasn’t frozen in his chest, he knew it would be racing. She did make him happy. Make him feel like he was floating just at the sound of her voice. Just at the mention of her name. Make him feel like his heart still beat in his chest. Make him not feel like such a monster. “Thank you, Edward. I want the same for you too.” He said earnestly. 

“Unfortunately, things are a bit more complicated for me.” Edward said, pain filling his eyes as he stared off at nothing in particular. 

Jasper leaned forward, resting a comforting hand on his shoulder. “I have faith that everything will work out for the best, Brother. Regardless of what happens, know that I’m here for you. That’s what family is for, right?” He said, giving him a soft smile. Edward reciprocated the smile, pulling him to a hug, hearing that he spoke with the utmost honesty. 

The truth was, regardless of the difficulties of their separate situations, they were both completely and utterly screwed. Both of their happiness, their loves, their lives hung on the line of the most fragile thing possible. The lives of humans.

Miraculously, Jasper somehow managed to not go insane as he waited the remainder of the time, Edward having given him some information to think about while that time passed. It wasn’t exactly new information, but it did give him the opportunity to think about things in a new light. 

While Bella’s future lied in the hands of Edward himself and the limits of his control, Camila’s laid solely in her own hands. He wasn’t exactly sure what was best out of the two scenarios, having to trust in your control to give them the life that they deserved, or having no real possibility of giving them that future to begin with. 

Deep down, he knew that despite his selfish wants, if he had been given the opportunity to give Camila a long and beautiful human life, he would do so in  heartbeat. She deserved a normal future, not just the options of death and darkness. Irregardless, those were the choices she had been given, and Jasper could do nothing to change that. 

So, when the hour finally arrived, he was there as promised, right at her window, right on time. He could hear her heartbeat as he stood outside of the home, slow and steady. She was sleeping, he realized, as he moved to ease the window open, cringing slightly at the creaking of the wooden frame. He had contemplated for a moment whether or not he should just leave, but had decided against it. He had promised her that he would be there, and he wouldn’t break that promise, so instead, he moved as quietly as he possibly could, not wanting to wake her from her much needed slumber.

In the end, it was the damned window that had betrayed his stealth. As he had gently moved the pane of glass back into place, it had squealed in protest, causing her to stir in her sleep. Her eyes fluttered open, her bright green irises squinting through the dim lighting towards his lean frame. “Jasper?” She whispered, voice slightly cracking from the sleep. 

He let out a heavy sigh, visibly deflating as he made his way towards her to join her on the old worn mattress. “I’m sorry, Darlin’, I was trying to be quiet.” He apologized as he took a seat in what had become his usual spot, the springs groaning in protest of his added weight.

Camila shook her head, pushing the dull ache to the back of her mind as she came to sitting position, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “No, it’s okay. I want to be awake.” She assured him.

Jasper reached forward, grasping her chin gently between his cool fingers as he peered into her eyes. “How are you feeling?” He asked, concern coating his voice.

She smiled lightly, leaning into his chilled touch. “Much better.” She said, reaching down to intertwine her fingers with his free hand. 

He let his grasp fall from her chin, his eyes not leaving hers. “Alice wanted me to warn you that we will be absent from school on Monday and Tuesday.” He informed, a slight frown forming. 

Camila slouched, giving him a childish pout. “Why?” She asked, not able to stop the disappointment from showing clear as day. 

He resisted the urge to kiss the pout away as he rubbed his thumb comfortingly across the back of her hand. “It’s going to be sunny.” He said simply.

Her eyebrows raised in interest. “Don’t tell me the whole thing about vampires burning in the sun is true.” She said.

Jasper couldn’t help the burst of laughter coming from his chest as he processed her words. “No.” He said, smile bright with humor. “I’ll show you tomorrow what I mean, but we definitely don’t burn.” He assured her. “Or spontaneously combust.” He joked.

She sighed exasperatedly. “Fineee.” She drew out. “I guess I’ll survive without you.” She teased. In truth, she was more than a little bit bummed that he wouldn’t be there. She had gotten so used to his company that the thought of having to sit at a different table with the rest of her ‘friends’ during lunch did admittedly upset her.

“I can come over right after school if you’d like.” He offered, knowing full well that the suggestion was just as much for his benefit as hers. He had a sense that being away from her would be much more difficult than he had originally expected. As much as he was aware that she would need the rest after such long days, he couldn’t stop the selfishness as he asked, knowing that he would be content with just holding her as she slept if she would let him. 

A smile formed on her face, the excitement at the idea of seeing him almost making her forget of her plans that had been previously made, her shoulders sagging as she suddenly remembered. “I’m helping Angela shop for a prom dress on Tuesday.” She said disappointedly. “After that though?” She asked expectantly. He nodded, immediately agreeing to the idea as he laid a soft kiss to her knuckles.

Camila sucked in a breath at the touch of his lips. The same lips that she had been growing accustomed to feeling on her own. Angela’s words from earlier that day flew through her mind. Dating.

As much as thinking about the topic made her cringe, she felt she had to figure it out before going into his home and seeing his family. Had to figure out what all of the affection, all of the kissed meant to him. She knew what they meant to her of course, but the possibility of him not feeling the same while her emotions were as clear as day for him to read on her was particularly mortifying.

“So… speaking of Angela.” She started, trying to act casual regardless of the fact that the racing of her heart would inevitably give her away. “She asked me today if we were dating…” She trailed off.

Curiosity sparked along with nervousness in his chest, the topic instantly gaining his full interest. “What did you tell her?” He asked.

She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, gnawing slightly, and it took everything in him to not stare at the action. “I kind of evaded the question.” She admitted. His heart sunk slightly at her words, forcing himself to nod in understanding. “What should I have told her?” She asked cautiously.

He paused for a moment to think. He wasn’t exactly sure of his answer. He knew what he wanted, but also didn’t to put her in any situation that would make her uncomfortable, so he answered honestly. “Whatever answer you would’ve given her would’ve been okay with me.” He assured her.

“I didn’t want to assume anything just because you kissed me.” She said softly, nervousness coursing through her veins. 

Jasper perked up, realizing suddenly what she meant. This whole time he had been concerned of pushing things too far and making her uncomfortable, while she was concerned of doing the same to him. “I know this probably sounds completely ridiculous, and please, don’t hesitate to tell me to back off, because I know that this whole thing has been moving quickly even for me.” He started, gesturing between the two of them. “But I have never felt more deeply for someone as I do with you and I promise you I will be happy with anything that you are willing to give me.” He said, pouring as much emotion into his words as was possible.

Camila’s heart soared at his admission and for once, she hadn’t felt embarrassed by the fact that he could hear what he was doing to her heart. Could feel what he was doing to her emotions. She didn’t hold herself back as she pressed her lips to his in what would normally be a bruising force to anybody else, putting every ounce of her feelings into the kiss. 

For a moment, she wasn’t certain about whether or not everything was heightened because she had been sure she would never feel this way. Would never be given the opportunity to love someone. She had been so certain that love had been off the table for her for good, and then there he was offering her so much more than just that. She knew as well as he did that it was ridiculous, feeling love for someone you barely just met, but she knew deep down that it was just that. Love. 

She couldn’t deny herself any longer, even if she wasn’t ready to admit it to him yet. She was falling in love with him, and even with as quick as everything was moving, it all felt completely natural somehow. Like she was meant to love him, and even though he hadn’t blatantly admitted that he was falling in love with her as well, she knew that was what it was. Like there was an invisible string tying them to each other making it all make sense. 

Her warm lips burned into his, melting the world around them and searing their touch permanently into his mind. Her hands trailed up to his hair, wrapping her fingers in the strands at the base of his neck. The ferocity of her kiss had his head spinning and he had to force his instincts back to remain gentle as he curled his arms around her waist, pulling her impossibly close to himself.

Their mouths moved in sync, his mind going fuzzy. There was so much emotion behind the kiss. So much love, and he could feel every bit of it. He didn’t need her to tell him how she felt, because he could feel it himself, and nothing had ever overwhelmed him more. Never in his long drawn out life had he felt so much pure and raw emotion. They would tell each other of their feelings when they were both ready, but in that moment all they needed to do was show each other. Feel it in their touch. 

Reluctantly, he forced himself back from her kiss, reminding himself that unlike him, she needed to breath. Their foreheads rested together, basking in each others embrace as he allowed her time to catch her breath. He lowered his body slowly down to the mattress, pulling her into his chest, focusing on the racing of her heart and the feel of her fingertips on his skin. 

And they laid like that, just holding each other until the sun rose in the sky, casting shadows in the soft light around them. Until he was forced to leave, promising to return soon, just as Alice had promised would happen.

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I don't get the whole "Aegon hates Helaena" thing. It's so clear that it's the opposite. I don't know if it's "love" like the love you feel for a spouse but people seem to forget that she's, above all, his younger sister. His eccentric sensitive baby sister. I imagine that after Rhaenyra came forward with the betrothal proposal she lost no time in impressing it on her oldest son that shall Viserys act so "enthusiastic" about a proposal another time she maybe won't get the chance to refuse again. And Aegon stepped forward because no matter how shitty of a person he is he loves his family first and foremost.

And there's also another layer of some kind of possessiveness when it comes to her. Like when Jace asked her to dance (something to get back at him, not because he wanted Helaena to have fun) and he grips the beetle he gifted her. She's his wife, sister and the mother of his children after all. They share so much it's king of obvious they'd feel attached to one another.

And all the greens and blacks' r@pe fantasies for Helaena to justify hating on a character? Makes me wonder if they even fucking care about her in the first place enough to understand that anything besides home would've been disastruous to her growing up. Giving birth to TWINS at 13 was enough for both of them to stop having children at least for four years. Why does everyone want to make it even worse in the name of ridding a character of anything that humanizes him?

And "Alicent doesn't love Helaena or her children" PLEASE. IT'S LIKE THE ONLY THING SHE EVER LOVED. She gave up a potential military alliance in the name of keeping her daughter safe. I'm so tired.

Well, people hate Aegon for one reason or another and it ranges from shipping to just pure distaste.

And it’s just SO insane the way they behave about it…they are now policing FANFICS, and he’s the spawn of the devil. (but notice that they were in fact looking for Aegon fanfics…if you hate a character you wouldn’t be looking for his fics 🤷🏼‍♀️)

But as I say, I can’t take ANY Aegon hate seriously when his character A.I. has the population of a small country…

It’s always “fuck Aegon” sure, I can see how much all of you want to fuck him alright. So every time I see Aegon hate, I just laugh that those are the people going to his character bot, so I just ignore.

It’s okay, he can be your dirty little secret, Antis…he won’t tell on you.

[maybeiwasjustjade]

In celebration of s2 of HOTD, I have a few fics I plan to publish by the end of the season. Just a little something to hopefully tide us (and my hyper-fixating brain) over the next two years of wait.

However, I have an issue with switching around between works so nothing gets done. Currently, there’s 3 projects in the works, so I want y’all to vote for which one you find most interesting.

They’re all Green-centric, mind you (I just find them more interesting and fun to write and develop 🤷🏻‍♀️):

rivers always reach the sea (rarts):

Multichapter (the ultimate monster fic)

A rewrite of show canon where everything changes, yet ultimately nothing does. Canon diverges from 1x07, that has lasting effects on how the Dance is played out. The children are smarter, more ready, but war comes anyway no matter how hard they try to stop it.

Does include an OC—a second daughter for Alicent, and Aemond’s twin.

Starring Helaegon (but healthier), TGC’s Aegon, an Aemond with Therapy (that isn’t Vhagar), Daeron being important, Maelor existing, overall more prepared TG, shifting alliances (none of the kiddos promise), another Great Council at Harrenhal, even more dragons and dragon lore, a very specific timeline, and OC/Cregan ship.

A ripple into a hurricane/Second of Her Name:

3 chapters (but very long ones)

Set in a world where Alicent birthed 1 son (Aemond) and 3 daughters, thus changing the Dance altogether. A few characters are aged up, and others aged down.

To fix the rift between his family, Viserys orders for f!Aegon and Jace to be betrothed after the events of Driftmark; a marriage date set for after Jace’s 16th nameday. The Dance still happens, but it doesn’t start the same way, or even ends the same.

A chance to take a deep dive into the root of Aegon’s character if he had been born a woman, and without the pressures of his mother and grandfather, or the throne he didn’t want.

Starring Jaceagon (a Mess), Helaemond ft twins, an even more menacing Aemond, Rhaenyra being Rhaenyra, and sweet baby Daeron (whose just there for the vibes (for now))

Valonqar

3 chapters + an epilogue

A post-Dance AU where the Blacks won, and Rhaenyra lived to sit the throne. Jace lives, as do Rhaena and lil Aegon, but everyone else is dead. Aegon is now heir, Rhaena Lady of Driftmark, and Jace the Lord of Dragonstone. Jaehaera is the last of Alicent’s blood that lives

This story delves into how Jaehaera’s life would be like living as a hostage under Rhaenyra’s rule, especially now that her family and faction have been stripped of all names and titles. Jaehaera must learn to live as Jaehaera Hightower—the incest abomination daughter of the Usurper and his sister, in a pit of snakes where almost everyone wants her dead. Fortunately, she finds herself with a few allies that don’t agree with the queen and king consort’s treatment of her.

Also covers Jaehaera’s complicated history and feelings about her family, and the tragedies that befell them.

Though it follows a few notes from canon, ultimately Valonqar is a happy ending story, where Jaehaera gets to reclaim her identity and get long-deserved vengeance.

Edit: I would like to mention that despite the fics being TG-centric, they don’t include TB bashing. Critical of certain, much deserving characters yes, but hopefully written with nuance. Except Daemon. Expect Daemon bashing

[shujiforever]

A Suitable Punishment

Synopsis: You’re having a smoke outside of Toman HQ when a guy approaches and starts flirting with you. Your boyfriend (Shuji Hanma) walks up to see the two of you about to kiss and decides it’s time to dole out some punishment. 

Word Count: 1,813

Content Warning: 18+/MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. Dubcon, exhibitionism, pet name (princess), slight verbal degradation (Shuji calls y/n slut). Please let me know if I missed any.

Author’s note: This takes place in the bad Toman Timeline - Everyone involved is an adult. With Kisaki at the top, I assume his lackeys are still in the gang somewhere. Who the guy is really doesn't matter - I just chose Choji because he got a little sum sum goin on. My first ever fanfic so be nice!

@alice-smutthoughts I literally went through with this just for you. Otherwise, the idea would have died in my drafts. I hope you like it!

It was getting late and you were having a cigarette outside of Toman HQ, waiting for the exec meeting to be finished so that your boyfriend could take you on a night ride. You love night rides with Shuji; the wind in your hair (and the preceding bickering about helmets - why should you wear one when he doesn’t?), holding him tightly for safety and for comfort while you ride aimlessly until you find some place nice to stop and…. You were in the middle of a daydream when a man approached, “do you have a light?” You hand him your lighter and watch as he exhales a puff of smoke. 

He looks familiar. You wonder where you’ve seen him before. He interrupts your thoughts once again.  “Hey. I got a report about some woman hanging around out here and came to see what was up…” That’s it! He’s a member of Toman - you must have seen him around before. He continues, “But they didn’t say she was so cute.” You blush and, taken aback, manage to sputter out a thank you. 

As the conversation progresses, Choji slowly inches closer to you. Eventually, he’s towering over you, gazing into your eyes while you attempt to answer his question. What was it again? You can’t remember. Your thoughts are racing, “focus y/n!” “Well… he is kinda hot…” You lean in, almost subconsciously, and catch a whiff of his cologne, enjoying it for a brief moment. How was he wearing your favorite scent? “No! You’re with Shuji.” you reminded yourself.

Before you have a chance to step back, a deep, cold voice startles you “Well, well, well. Hi princess,” He slides his arm around your waist, glaring at the man next to you. “Choji,” he nearly spits. “Me and y/n were going to go for a ride, but it looks like she’s enjoying your company.” His eyes narrow. “Why don’t you join us for a drink inside first?” You start to say that’s not necessary, but Shuji cuts you off “Come on now, baby. Don’t be rude to your new friend. What’s one little drink going to hurt?” He walks inside, beckons for you both to follow, and leads the way to his office. 

An hour later, you’re still sitting in Shuji’s gorgeous office, admiring the city skyline from his floor-to-ceiling windows. Everything is going well. You’ve all had a couple of drinks, shared some stories, and laughed a little - a lot, actually. You notice Shuji’s drink is low and offer to freshen it up for him. 

You return and hand him his drink, watching as he takes a sip and sets it down on the table next to him “Delicious.” He pulls you down onto his lap, “but not as delicious as you, my princess”. You glance at Choji who is sitting directly across from you looking a little uncomfortable, his eyes shifting around the room. You don’t have long to process it before Shuji’s large tattooed hands are clamped to your cheeks and his tongue is pushing its way past your lips. 

Shocked, you jump out of his lap “Shuji! Choji is right there!” Shuji stands up behind you and pulls you in closer. “He doesn’t mind,” he replies with a smirk, eyes dark as they meet Choji’s “Do you?” Choji shakes his head nervously. “In fact, princess, why don’t we give him a little show? Hmmm?”  

His hands sneak under your shirt and up your stomach, slowly making their way to your chest “You know, since he likes you sooo much”. Shuji’s hands are on your tits now, moving in small circles before he begins to lift your shirt, throwing it onto the couch behind him. He makes eye contact with Choji once more “This is what you get for making a move on my girl. Don’t you dare look away.”

“Shuji please, you’re--” you abruptly stop speaking, distracted as you notice Choji’s eyes are glued to you, taking in every curve; the plump shape of your breast, the movement of your nipples as Shuji rolls them between his thumbs and index fingers. “Shuji, come on. You’re embarrassing me..” You watch as his signature mischievous grin spreads across his face “oh, princess.. That’s the point. Don’t you get it yet? I saw you out there, flirting away. You’re being punished too, slut.” 

Knowing that Shuji isn’t really a man to be reasoned with, you give up, sigh and lean your head back, resting it on his chest. “Good girl”, he purrs before pushing you forward off his chest and grabbing a fistful of your hair. In the meantime, he’s using his free hand to remove your skirt and rip your panties from your body. Immediately, your pussy is filled with two long fingers. 

“Wow, pretending to be embarrassed when you’re this wet..  You really are a slut, huh?” Your face turns a bright red as he removes his fingers and brings them to his lips, slowly licking up your juices, making sure that Choji can see just how wet you are and just how much he is going to enjoy this. 

Keeping his firm grip on your hair, he pushes you down so that you’re bent over in front of him, nearly face to face with Choji, who is still seated on the couch in front of you. You hear his belt unbuckle and his zipper open and then a command: “Watch closely now”. 

You feel the tip of his cock moving between your slippery folds, gently gliding over your clit. A stifled moan escapes your lips, causing Choji to blush ever so slightly. “That’s right, see how much she likes me?” Shuji chuckles and shoves his cock deep inside of you. You let out a squeal and brace for more, but find yourself disappointed. Why isn’t he moving? You look back at him, confused. 

“Want something princess?” he teases? You nod. “Oh, no princess, I can’t hear you. Did you want something?” Of course he is not going to make this easy for you. Afterall, it wouldn’t be much of a punishment if he did. What would happen if you didn’t say anything? How long would he keep you like this? Pushing through your embarrassment, you manage to croak out “Shuji please,” 

“Please what?”

“Please..”

“I don’t know what you want, princess. You’re just going to have to tell me. Use your big girl voice now.” He turns your head back to the front so that you are eye to eye with Choji, and thrusts into you ever so slightly. “What do you want?”

You gasp, unable to take it anymore. You try to turn to look at Shuji, but he holds your head in place, facing forward. “Well, princess?”

“Please - I want to be fucked.” Wrong answer. He sighs and pulls all the way out, leaving you feeling empty and craving more. 

“Oh, that’s all you want? Just to be fucked? It doesn’t matter who does it? Slut. Go find someone else.” His grip on your hair begins to loosen, but before he can let go all the way, you cry out “No! That’s not what I meant.” His grip tightens once more “No? Then what did you mean? Because I saw you look him right in the eye and asked to be fucked. Do you want him to fuck you?” 

“No,” you whisper.

“Louder, slut.”

“No, Shuji, I don’t! I want you to fuck me. Only you, I swear!”

Shuji smiles and looks at Choji “Did you hear that?” Choji nods. “She doesn’t want you. She wants me to fuck her.. And well, I can’t help but give my princess whatever she wants.” With that he slides his cock back into you and immediately starts thrusting fast and hard. It’s like his cock was made for you, always reaching all the way back to that little spot that drives you wild. You can’t help yourself, now a moaning, drooling mess as he slams into you. 

Sensing that you’re about to cum, he reaches around to your pussy, fingers dancing on your throbbing clit. “Shuji,” you moan “Shuji, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Yeah, princess? You’re gonna cum?” He’s speeding up now. “Yes, Shuji, I’m gonna cu---”

“No, you’re not,” he chuckles, pulling out just before you reach your orgasm.

“But...”  you try to argue, but it’s too late. He’s already turning you around and pushing you to your knees. “That wouldn’t be much of a punishment, now would it.” You’re kneeling in front of him as he runs his hands up and down his shaft, admiring the mess you’ve made “Open up”. 

He grabs you by the jaw, forcing your mouth open and shoves his cock in, not giving you any time to protest - as if you would have anyway. Slowly, he begins pushing in and out of your mouth, using his hands to rub the tip across the inside of your cheek as he pulls it out with a small popping noise. “Oh, princess, you’re being so good for me.”

He shoves his cock back into your mouth, thrusting hard and fast, holding your head in place with his hands as he fucks your throat, coming close to his own climax. “That’s it, princess. Just like that. Take it all for me, m’kay?” Mouth full of his cock, you let out a small groan intended to mean “Okay”, unwittingly vibrating his tip in the process. He lets out a loud moan and pulls out so that just the tip is still in your mouth.

“Suck,” he commands as he runs his fist up and down the length of his shaft. You do so gladly, his short breaths and small moans making you even hungrier for him. With one final grunt, he orgasms, his cum filling your mouth and coating your tongue. “Show me”. You open your mouth and the sight of his mess inside it makes him want to fuck you all over again. 

But that’s not what you’re there for this time. “Don’t swallow it yet, m’kay princess?”. Unable to speak, you nod. He grabs you by the arm and gently lifts you off your knees. “Choji, stand up.” Unsure of what’s happening, Choji obeys.

“Kiss her.”

You and Choji look at each other, both shocked. “Wh-What?” He sputters. 

“Whaaat?” Shuji mocks. “You heard me. Kiss her. She likes it with tongue too. You don’t want to disappoint her, do you?”

Choji doesn’t move, trying to figure out if there are any other options. Apparently there aren’t, as Shuji persists, “Isn't this what you wanted? You were gonna kiss her earlier, right?”

Choji gulps and looks at you, mouth full of cum and awaiting his response. He looks back to Shuji, who has no intention of letting him out of this. Figuring he better just get it over with or risk having to endure something even worse, he resigns, leans forward, and meets his lips to yours.

Likes and reblogs appreciated! 🩷

[rayofmisfortune]

Throwing this ask over for if you ever want to ramble about Bendy ✨/nf (we are getting fed lately, 3 more games??? A movie??? Ink demon at a rave??? What???)

BENDY RAMBLE PERMISSION? OH HECK YEA!!

We are SO getting fed! I can't wait for what the games have in store for us. With The Cage supposed to release some time this year ANS THE MOVIE??? OH DON'T EVEN GET ME STARTED ON THAT!

I love the Bendy series to bits. Like actually

I've been keeping up with it since chapter 3 of BATIM- haven't read any of the books sadly but that can be excused right???

ANYWAY

The Cage is supposed to be a look behind the scenes at what happened on the other side of things while Audrey was busy explaining the concept of personal space to Wilson, if I remembee right? Also supposed to be darker and gorrier SUPER EXCITED FOR THAT

Then... in Secrets of the Machine we get teasers for B3ndy and Bendy Silent Town...

I hope B3ndy's gonna pick up on where BATDR left off, Gent taking away the Ink Machine to GOD KNOWS WHERE??? With Bendy now being out in the real world... it begs the question of who the role of big bad and smiling (traumatized, very much traumatized) will fall on... As for who we may play as.... maybe it could be this Riley Wells (hope I got the surname right) character we found out about in Secrets of the Machine? They ended up being a GENT employee so it's not completely out the question? They were employed at Joey Drew Studios before but- got fired because their ideas were too grotesque and dark for Joey's liking (EXCUSE THEM for having trauma you entrepreneur a-hole).

As for Bendy Silent Town... I feel like that game may be a look at mayhaps the genre of Bendy cartoons Riley had scripted? As I said, their ideas were dark. And what is Silent Town? A complete turn to the left at what Bendy games are. Unsure if the hand in the teaser image is Bendy's but- the char has a revolver named Alice FJFJ does that say anything? I dunno! Fjfjfj Getting to shoot cartoon bad guys in a cartoon tho? Aw heck yea! I suck at shooters but I'm willing to try my hand at one if it's Bendy

This is getting long lmfao

AH I haven't realized, but Secrets of the Machine came out on 4/14 (cuz- not american, use a different date format heh) which is the last loop that took place before Wilson or Audrey right? Some significance there

Oml I'm gonna fall into rambling about Bendy and the Ink Demon aren't I?

When you break all the cutouts in Secrets of the Machine, you get instakilled by the Ink Demon. Which. Deserved. I ended up doing that a lot cuz I didn't KNOW what I was supposed to do??? And destroying the cutouts was the quickest way out nfjfjc sorry Benders I promise it wasn't personal.

Anywho- yea it's been over a year YET I'M STILL NOT OVER HOW THE INK DEMON LITERALLY HAD BEEN TORTURED BY THE KEEPERS??? Like- YOU CAN'T JUST THROW THAT AT ME AND NOT EXPECT ME TO WEEP LIKE A BABY- My man's gone through literal hell even before he's been carelessly thrown into the machine "because he was imperfect" my ass, I bet the worst he ever did while in the Real world was walk around and be curious about everything while the only thing decisively threatening about him was his appearance... WHICH ALSO he had nothing to do with??? That's all on Joey and GENT for fucking up and only looking at the outside and not the inside. Is it obvious how much I need this guy to have a happy life?? He has a chance for that with Audrey now which I'm honestly so damn glad for nfnfnc Poor guy had been forced to follow a predetermined script where he was cast as the villain... tbf.. wouldn't anyone end up embracing that role when they've had to go through it for hundreds of loops?? I'd grow tired of trying to change anything as well.

Can... can you imagine? A little scene with Audrey and Bendy in B3ndy where they're just hanging out with eachother in Audrey's apartment.... PLEASE

Ah this got long hehe nfnfjfb

ALSO still not over Henry. My favorite father figure. Pls be a dad to them I beg

I STILL DUNNO WHAT THE RAVE IS ABT 😭😭 Haven't seen anything abt it YET- BUT AYYYYY

AND OML YEA THE MOVIE PLEASE GIB SOME BEFORE THE INK WORLD SNIPPETS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE?? Could you imagine? Just- getting to see how the studio was before it all went to hell??? I- GETTING TO SEE THE PROGRESS ON THE INK MACHINE??? MAYBE EVEN BENDY'S CREATION????? And and oml SAMMY before he went "My Lord, My Saviour, coocoo in the head" THE VAST WORLD OF POSSIBILITIES

[alicentsultana]

Ooo I'd love to help/write with you! I can message you if it's cool? I'm honestly awkward at times and tend to ramble...so idk if it's okay or not.

I feel like the point where Alicent really starts to question it ...hmm ...let's say.... Post Criston scandal? when Rhaenyra secretly drops out of uni and gets knocked up by her new bodyguard/boyfriend Harwin and gives birth to jace? basically Viserys goes it's all good Rhaenyra doesn't need any punishment or to get scolded for quitting school and having a baby but Alicent is so disappointed with Rhaenyra because, she had a chance at a good education but ends up doing this!? And that she lied about Criston, had an innocent man fired!?

Also the fact that Alicent herself is pregnant soon gives birth to Daeron after Jace is born and watching how Viserys treats his new grandson while not even asking about how she and their new baby is!?

Also let's say Viserys starts frequently calling Alicent, Aemma when he's high on medication also calls Aegon, Baelon which adds to the poor boys trauma and infuriats Alicent because it's one thing to treat her like shit but he's even projecting it to their son now... she's just over everything like you said and Otto seriously points out she should look at inheritance things lol, yea calls Larys...

Omg yes Alcoholic Aegon ... it fits very well honestly, he smokes and drinks and makes bad friends as a teen and those things kinda stick with him, I don't think Alicent would have Aegon help raise his siblings tho like I feel like she's hire a nanny or something?

Because I don't think Alicent would leave her marriage dirt poor, she's taking whatever she can get and Viserys didn't want her making a huge scandal so he tells her that either she takes the 25% overall shares he's given her+kids or else he'll use his connections and make her regret it.

So she has money, just not as much as Rhaenyra and Viserys do lol plus her Hightower side are somewhat influencal tho I can see her uncle + even Otto mayhaps disowning Alicent because how dare she get a divorce!? Divorce is not allowed in their church! (Fuck them)

I think after the divorce Alicent would probably want to pursue her education which she had left, tho not sure what subject she would study? Maybe something history related? or even a medical related? since she's a natural as helping and tending to the sick? I do think she's very very smart so whatever she studies she'll do great in!

Please so send a message! We all are awkward in this site, is a trait we all share.

Alicent would be mega disappointed. Like girl haven't you learnt nothing?

I wouldn't say raise raise the kids along with her, but more of a "stop whining! We're not going back, do peace with it". After all he was nine not 14.

Alicent can use her manipulative inheritance to, idk I picture her as a somewhat popular public person but not in a very influencer way, more of a philanthropist, people know something is wrong bc she's so young, he's so old, but she does charity and most that work with them would say she's an unassuming woman. I would love her threatening him.

They would dishonor her like is a casual sunday.

I too think she's very smart, so anything she chooses would be successful, I lean towards history for her, feels like passion.

[lastchancestardomm]

To All of You, I Say

Word Count - N/A

Warnings: Extremely Fucked-Up Shit. Child Abuse. Child Neglect. Rape/Non-Con. Abandonment. Heed the Warnings.

Status - Not Beta Read

A/N: I had to get her backstory out somehow. This has been privated for the last like two months, and I am very insecure and genuinely afraid of this, but I had to write out Ana's backstory somehow. I tried putting content labels on it, but it hid this post to the majority of my followers, so I'm just fucking giving up. I based this on, and recommend listening along to, the song KILLED BY ANGEL by Alice Schach and the Magic Orchestra. As I said, read the warnings and take them seriously. This is fucked up.

June ██ , 1941

Joseph stared at his precious baby boy, held tenderly by his dear wife, Aino, with stars in his eyes. Despite a thin layer of blood and his wife's fluids coating his features, the infant seemed to glow, dazzle even.

The little one will be christened with the name Aleksander-Erik. But he has always been known as Alex by those who regarded him dearly.

Aleksander-Erik Ivanova, the name rolled off Joseph's tongue like a holy prayer. It was a strong name, a name the boy would need if he were to take over his father's winery. Aino, on the other hand, thought the name was a mouthful.

The small baby reached out to his father, chubby hands grabbing his scruffy beard. He gave a soft tug, and a darling giggle at his papa's small grunt.

He is beloved.

August ██ , 1947

Aleksander is six years old. He sits in an uncomfy chair just outside the delivery room, and can hardly hear his dear mama's exclamations over his own sobbing. The bright lights and white walls overwhelm him, and he cries louder. The nurse next to him squeezes his hand in comfort.

He hiccups between tears if his mother will be okay. The nurse squeezes his hand again.

"She will be okay, Aleksanki, she's giving birth to your little sister,"

He's going to be a big brother. Other boys at his daycare talk about their baby siblings, and call them annoying and loud. They say they want their baby siblings to go away.

He hopes that she's not annoying and loud. He hopes his little sister will be great. But he's scared.

September ██ , 1947

She was named Maria. She was named after the Holy Mary, but also because her name means "star" and such. Aino chuckled tiredly as she watched her husband gush over his baby daughter. She leaned over to her son and jokingly mumbled to him that Maria can also mean "bitterness".

Joseph's pride and joy is his daughter, he'd give everything to see her blossom into a successful flower of pure beauty. She's still very little, and can't even roll onto her tummy, but he will praise the baby girl any chance he can get.

Although, he's often at his winery, individually quality-checking each bottle. The best of the batch were carried home by him to indulge in and share with his wife.

June ██ , 1949

Aleksander is eight years old. Maria is a rather stoic one-year-old. It was his birthday some days ago, and ever since, his father has put him to work.

He has gone out net-fishing with Aino, and to the town square to sell the fruits (well, fish) of their labor. He's been with his father to the winery, helping pull wagons of the finest and highest quality of the batch back home.

His father has signed him onto the school running team, soccer team, and hockey team. Aleksander doesn't enjoy all these activities, perhaps he would if it was one or the other, but all three at once is overwhelming. But he's too people-pleasing to tell his prideful father off.

Maria is a strange baby. She doesn't cry, rather, she gnaws on her chubby hands until someone takes notice. Aleksander frets constantly over his little sister, and comes with tear-filled eyes to his mother saying Maria is sick each time she goes a-gnawin'.

Aino worries for her daughter's sake, but Joseph only berates her for believing her son's concern over nothing. He thinks his daughter is perfect just the way she is.

January ██ , 1952

Aleksander is ten years old. Maria is four years old. The little girl has a whole bedroom to herself now, walls decorated with stickers and her pockets always stuffed with candies.

She has a big loft bed adorned with shiny jewelry she'll never wear, causing it to resemble a castle somewhat. Which is fitting, as the small girl is spoiled like a princess, well, at least by her father.

Aleksander can chop wood now. His father aided him in his first week with the labor, and then left him to it. His mother remarks he's much better than his father at the job, and quicker too, which drives him to continue no matter how much his hands hurt and bleed.

But he has to be honest with himself, if it weren't for his mother, he would've quit all the chores a long time ago.

January ██ , 1954

Aleksander is twelve years old. Maria is six years old. The night sky glimmered indifferently.

The delivery room is in hysterics. The doctors yell out to the nurses "Breech!", as they hurry about to begin a C-section. Controlled chaos or orderly madness could be a descriptor.

He can't help it, he feels like a little kid, but he's sent to tears once again. Aleksander is crying, sniffling loudly as a nurse tries to hush him. The screams of his mother pierce his ears and drives him to sob. His younger sister, Maria, snoozes peacefully in the crook of his neck.

Joseph is escorted by two nurses into the lobby, as he curses indecipherable chains of swears. Even he doesn't truly know what he's angry about.

Now it's a gamble, a game of chance, and a race against time.

January ██ , 1954 Hours Later

The doctor comes into the lobby solemnly. Joseph cradles his two children against his body as they sleep, when he's approached by the downtrodden doctor.

He says Aino is dead, declaring it so with a roundabout explanation.

At the cost of its mother's life, the baby emerged healthy, and with a victorious, hair-splitting wail of life. It was quite loud, and some nurses remark their ears ringing.

Joseph's leg stops bouncing. His highschool sweetheart, apple of his eye, his wife whom he moved halfway across Europe to marry, dead? He silently cherished that woman.

He stares down the doctor, eyes ablaze with anger and grief. It's quite ominous. Instead of a shouting match breaking out, Joseph just hunches over to cry silently.

████ ██ , 1959

Aleksander is sixteen years old. Maria is eleven years old. Their little sister is five years old.

His new little sister was named Ana. No frills or bells or whistles to the name, just simple and quaint. Which Aleksander adored.

Maria didn't share the sentiment. Her brother's undivided attention was now split up, and her dear old dad slowly is consumed by depression. This is all Ana's fault. She will suffer for something she cannot control.

Joseph has dropped the care of his youngest into the laps of his olders. One bottle of fine wine at a time, he'll drink himself to death.

Aleksander is trying to keep the family together. He doesn't know how, but through his kindness and caring nature, he can try to stitch the crooked quilt of his family back together.

June ██ , 1960

Aleksander is seventeen years old. Maria is twelve years old. Ana is six years old.

Nobody celebrated his birthday this year. No cake, no decor, it was as if he were never born at all. His little sister got the same treatment, but Aleksander gifted her his old baby blanket, hand-knitted by their mother.

Her smile stretched so wide it came off her face, eyes sparkling, "Tänan, Alex!"

He would kill to see her that happy every day.

Joseph has been lashing out. Aleksander takes the beatings for his siblings, even if it hurts, even if it takes some derring-do.

May ██ , 1965

Aleksander is twenty-one years old. Maria is seventeen years old. Ana is eleven years old.

Joseph can't stand to look at Ana. He wants to knock the teeth out of her mouth. She peeves him to no end. Her bravado does remind him of Aino, though. He hates her.

Aleksander refuses to leave the house now, for his siblings' safety, and Maria now does the grocery trips. His little sister frantically insists that Maria shouldn't be trusted with that duty.

Joseph stares at Ana.

June ██ , 1965

She wakes up. She feels bare, rather chilly. A heavy weight straddles her torso, with a bucking sensation lurching her smaller body.

Blood. Her own blood soaks her bedsheets. She can't even scream. It's as if she were paralyzed. Her vision goes spotty. Blood. Blood seeps out as a warm feeling fills her up. She fazes out of consciousness once again.

She wakes up, later. Her sheets are tough with dried blood. She's scared. She doesn't know what happened. She's scared. Terrified.

"Alex, why does my tummy hurt so much?"

December ██ , 1965

On her mother and father's bed, she births a very small infant, lacking any of his right arm below the elbow, huffing and puffing trying to get air into his malformed lungs.

Aleksander helped her birth the little one, as Maria watched from a distance, looming in the doorframe like an omen of death.

She was feeling ill for the past few months, and her tummy grew, but Joseph did nothing but make remarks about how fat she was getting.

The jeers and hormones were getting to her. It was like they crawled under her skin and rotted her from the inside out. She wants to get them out. She cuts and cuts and still they won't come out of her skin.

The little one managed to live. He was Ana's son. But it always felt better if he was called their baby brother.

February ██ , 1966

Aleksander is twenty-two years old. Maria is seventeen years old. Ana is twelve years old.

They named their new little brother Olev. He's bratty in a petty way only a baby can muster, but he often gets side-stepped in the day-to-day.

Maria doesn't lurk around as often anymore. She's often out and about on grocery runs or walks. Although, friendly neighborhood cats aren't showing up to doorsteps anymore. It seems the breadth of the stress is affecting her.

Aleksander knows exactly why Olev was born. He saw the blood in Ana's sheets. He heard her morning bouts of vomit. He's supposed to be her big brother. He's going to protect her.

March ██ , 1967

Aleksander is twenty-three years old. Maria is eighteen years old. Ana is thirteen years old. Olev is a year old.

Aleksander became a man today.

He took the axe, the axe he had been using for nearly the past decade to chop wood, to sever Joseph's head from his body.

The gore was ghastly and unsightly, but somehow so cathartic. He had to hide the body, and clean up the blood, so his siblings wouldn't be exposed to something so shocking.

Aleksander regrets not doing that sooner.

Maria threw a tantrum when Joseph didn't return. She trashed the house, overturning chairs and putting holes into the walls. She brutalized Ana, making the girl a bloodied mess. She frightened Aleksander.

What has he done?

November ██ , 1970

Aleksander is twenty-six years old. Maria is twenty-one years old. Ana is sixteen years old. Olev is four years old.

Maria has been raining true torment unto her family as of late. Probably due to the death of their father.

Aleksander has become more timid, and easier to make flinch. Ana has to step up and be the adult, because the troubled mind of her brother slips him in and out of a regressed state. Olev has grown up in the mayhem, so he's used to it, but he continues to cry when Maria and Ana fall into a yelling match.

In her scarce free time, Ana has been occupying herself with the televized footage of "The Gravel War". It's a rather useless battle over gravel, but the footage kindles the small, nearly-out flame of childishness in her.

Her gracious sister, Maria, embezzles their dead father's company to buy three connecting flights and a helicopter ride to get to Teufort, New Mexico; the site of The Gravel Wars.

Once they were hovering over the battle, Ana noticed the ground was approaching faster and faster. Until it went black with a cold splash.

November ██ , 1970 Hours Later

The sun descends behind the horizon. Her head throbs with pain. There's water that laps at her body. The scent of gunpowder and smoke occasionally brushes past her nose.

Where is she?

She thinks she knows why she's here. But she doesn't know where here is.

She's scared. She sobs.

The sun descends further down the horizon by the time she stops crying. The yellow splintering light has now faded into oranges and purples, and stars start to speckle the sky.

She realizes she's on the battlefield. The Gravel Wars battlefield. She doesn't know why, but she starts crawling. She starts crawling for anything. For a person, for death, for her own comfort, for a reason only god knows.

....to be continued in the 100-Follower special, "New Life. New You."

[junowritings]

Omg your matchups are so cute. Can I request one please, only if you have time??

sign: Aries

gender: nb

pronouns: they/them

sexuality: bi

height: like 5ft. short ass

appearance: baby faced, short & dyed hair, lots of piercings and tattoos!

personality: LOUD. extrovert with introverted tendencies. Alice’s to be the clown for people. enjoys writing, poetry, and hanging with friends playing RPGs and board games 😌

Of course you can request~! One matchup for Avo coming right away! This one was easily a no brainer, because you'd make a perfect fit for,,,

Did someone order a tall loving queen? Because Karlach is right here and boy would she be head over heels for you.

Our love story begins with the meeting of two extroverts. But seriously though, the two of you end up bouncing off of each other’s energy like it’s an endless supply. Being around Karlach is like a rush of warm air on a cold day - she’s exactly what you need and it feels like her very presence alone is enough to give you energy for life that you never realized that you had. And you do the same for her! You’re loud and vibrant and the world feels so much better with you in it that she actively looks forward to every chance she gets to spend time with you. Which - word of warning - will be a lot because once Karlach’s attached you’ve got a trusted friend and lover for life; she can hardly imagine her life without you in it now and she doesn’t ever want to.

You may be loud, but gods if Karlach doesn’t give you a run for money in terms of energy. All that time with no way to physically express how she’s feeling about people she’s made up for it vocally and through body language. This of course bleeds into her relationship for you because she refuses to have any hesitation about making it known how much she feels. She will be so vocal about her love, all of the things she loves about you tumbling from her lips even though she feels like it’s never enough to actually explain all of this love she’s got burning overtime in her chest. If anyone makes the mistake of asking about you she will strong-arm the poor soul into a verbal powerpoint presentation worthy ramble about everything she noticed and loved about you that day; from the way your face glowed that morning to her favorite tattoo of yours looking just as amazing as ever. You’re gonna have to wrangle her in if you’re in the immediate vicinity, though that may just end up in her telling you all those lovable things as she links her hands with yours. 

Did someone say matching piercings? Because if you’re game she will absolutely get a piercing to match with yours. Karlach’s got her fair share, mostly in her ears and across her face so she’s completely chill with getting others down the road. And if those others just so happened to match with her partners, then that’s just coincidence surely. (It’s not - she’ll literally gush about it before she even gets the piercing done and ask what you think the whole time too.)

Literally cannot keep her hands off of you, so I hope that you’re ready for the slew of affection. Karlach’s been deprived of any kind of touch that wasn’t in battle for over a decade, and now that she can touch without the risk of burning someone to a crisp she is PINING.  Please please PLEASE don’t be afraid to give her affection she will absolutely melt. Granted it’s been a decade so she gets a little overwhelmed from too much affection, so please be gentle with your kisses and watch the giddy lovestruck grin spread across her lips as she goes ruddy up to the tips of her ears.

She absolutely peppers kisses along the tattoos that she can touch, tracing fingers and making patterns alongside them like she’s imagining even more art decorating your skin beneath her touch. Mutters about how breathtaking you are the whole time, eyes almost glowing as she takes in every curve and edge of your tattoos as though she’s trying to memorize every inch of you. Your tattoos are a little window to your soul, and Karlach will let you talk her ear off about them if you’re up for it. Safe to say most of the day will be full of her pointing to a new tattoo and wanting to hear you talk about when you got it and why no matter how small.

Would get oddly worried about your friend group at first, but only because she doesn’t wanna feel like she’s just jumping straight into your friendship circle. They’re your friends and she’d love to be their friends too and get to know them! After all they’re your friends so they must be damn good people. She ends up worrying over nothing though. By the first couple meetings Karlach would be the life of the party and your friends would absolutely love her just as much as you do. She’s the kind of girlfriend that checks in with the council known as the group chat to coordinate surprises for you and double check gift ideas.

Read her your poetry. Sure she can read it herself, but what’s more romantic than hearing your partner read their own works aloud like you wrote it just for them? Will literally curl up with you so close that if her engine wasn’t just bright enough to read what you’re writing you’d have to give her a playful nudge for nearly blocking out the light. She’ll happily read your writing too, though if you’re looking for in depth criticism our girl ain’t gonna give it to you. She loves all of the things that you write and will tell you just that, and no amount of kisses in the world will change her view on that.

Karlach always cheers you on during any kind of board game with the same energy as she takes on everything, which is very very loud and excited. Any game that starts out quiet with her around lasts that way for about two minutes before she breaks in with a none too quiet whisper in your ear asking what your play is and who’s winning. Girl’s got the spirit, though the other players might get thrown off by that rambunctious attitude of hers.