#blue haired younger siblings trio | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

thekitsunesiren · 1 year ago

Note

hello mind if I drop off a prompt?

Damian let's his family know he is going to hang out with a friend.

a bat bugs Damian to find him hanging out with one Danni Fenton.

adult Danny/Sam/Tucker parenting a 12 year old Danni.

The trio earn Auntie/Uncle/Uncle privileges from Damian.

Oh, this will be fun!

Okay, first things first would be the absolute disbelief from the batfam from Damian's announcement. Because Damian. Damian "Demon Brat" Wayne, had a friend. A friend that they didn't have the knowledge of knowing until just then.

With Damian springing it on them, they didn't have the time to ask any important questions, let alone do a background check on the kid and their family.

From what Damian told them, the kid they were meeting was named Danielle, but she preferred to be called Ellie. She and her parents had moved to Gotham not too long ago. He met her on a pure coincidence. And of course, with how paranoid the Batfam was, that didn't settle well for them. The parents could've sent their child to get close to the Wayne family for the money. Or kidnap Damian!

Tim walked up to Damian and ruffled his hair while teasing the younger Wayne about how he finally made a friend that wasn't an animal. With a scoff and a swat as a way to get rid of the opposing limb, Damian turned and left the manor while slamming the door behind him.

As soon as it closed, Tim raced back to where he left his computer. There was no way he wasn't going to let his little brother go anywhere unknown without at least two trackers on him. And with how the others quickly scrambled behind him to get a look on his computer, the others had the same thought.

------

Damian, however, was excited to visit Dani and her family.

The two had met when he was leaving school and waiting for Alfred to pick him up. And she wasn't that far from him, standing near the road waiting for someone to pick her up as well. At first glance, she looks like she could be someone adopted by father. Black hair tied to a ponytail and shockingly bright blue eyes. Immediately, he saw her as someone that his father would try to adopt just off of appearance alone. With her seeming to be around his age, he could claim that he could have a sibling to interact with more.

Of course, it wasn't long before the stranger took notice of his staring and turned to look him dead on. Her eyes meeting his in a serious stare down where neither of them moved.

When Damian made the move to speak, a car pulled up in front of the girl. The passenger side window rolling down and someone talking to the girl. She responded in turn before opening the passenger side door and getting in. Damian could only stand and watch as the car soon pulled away from the school and drive away into the distance. Not long afterwards, Alfred arrived to pick him up and he rode in silence on the way home while contemplating the other student that he met.

Okay! Here's how I feel like it would go down with their so called meeting out of the way.

Damian would see Dani and would immediately assume that she would be some sort of clone of either his father or one of the other bats. Was she sent to his school to watch and observe him? Did she know who his alter ego was?

After that, he would be watching her every move during class, surprising himself to find out that she was even in a few of his classes. Suspicious.

Does he approach her? No, because that would put too much on him and probably give her the opening she was expecting. He was ten steps ahead of her in every way!

Day after day, he watches and takes note of everything that she does, trying to notice any oddities in her behavior. Or any sign that she was spying on him.

While she didn't seem to be spying on him directly, Damian did notice her personality of being strong willed, stubborn and having a love for puns. Hm, a clone of the Robins maybe instead of Batman?

Dani, on the other hand, is wondering why the young Wayne seemed to be following her from a distance ever since they've seen each other that day on the end of school. From what Danny told her, it was the older Wayne's that she was supposed to avoid in case she was forcefully kidnapped, though it seemed that the younger Wayne was just as bad as the older ones.

How did Dani end up going to Damian's school, you ask? Well, it was simple:

Not long after Danny defeated Pariah Dark and took up the mantel as the next King of the Infinite Realms, Dani had returned from her travels around the world and decided to spend a bit of time with Danny as things calmed down. Maybe even get to know the others a bit better, seeing as she was never properly introduced to them.

She found out that he was dating both Sam and Tucker. Had been for a while now. Huh, go figure. And during that time of dating, she had arrived to catch up and spend a bit more time of all of them. Maybe even try to find a good reason to stay in Amity for a bit longer (even though she really loved to travel).

But not too long after that, a reveal gone wrong left Dani standing in a room with a frantic Sam packing up everything she owned while Jazz treated a barely conscious Danny's wound on his side. A gunshot wound that was from his parents no doubt.

One rushed explanation from Jazz about how the reveal went wrong, and how they had to leave Amity Park. Now.

With a quick meet up with Tucker, the five of them were huddled in a car and pedaling out of Amity as fast as they could. Dani staying in the back seat with Jazz to watch over Danny and make sure that he didn't pass out again on their way to-wherever it was they were going. Her core wouldn't allow it.

The clone didn't know how far they've been driving and for how long, but she knew that they were out of Amity and that was all that mattered. But the question bouncing around her head was: what happens now?

And the answer was to drive all the way called Gotham city and lay low for a while. Thankfully, a lot of the buildings were no questions asked. So when they find a place that could fit all of them (small and cramped as it was) while planning on what to do now. Of course Sam, Tucker, and Jazz all pretty much up and left without much except for some spare clothes and their ghost hunting gear (and a credit card Sam managed to snag from her mom's purse. Her own card didn't have as much on it.). But Danny was out of there and they were safe from both the Fentons and the GIW. For now.

Now, several weeks have passed. Jazz had managed to find a job to help with the money, while Sam and Tucker were both on the way as well. Which left Dani pretty much alone in the apartment with a slowly healing Danny. And while he was healing, he was kept on house arrest, much to his ire. Though he did help out with the cooking and other house chores while the others were out doing their own thing. And if the two of them occasionally floating outside their apartment during the night, who would tell on them?

When about two months passed, the older teens realized that Gotham would be their permanent home until further notice, so it would only be right that they allow Dani some time to get out as well.

So, they enroll her to school! Gotham U no less (Thank you, Tucker). Sure it was a bit stuffy for their tastes (mostly Sam's), but they were sure that Dani would fit in fine! What's the worst that could happen?

Unfortunately, Dani was a clone of Danny, so she was off to a bit of a rough start. And she hadn't really interacted with someone of her (supposed) age before, so it was all plenty new for her. So she really didn't know where to start.

It wasn't until she went to class that she met a kid in the back row facing the window, who looked like he didn't want to be in this class either. And during attendance she learned that his name was Damian Wayne. Odd, wasn't that the name of that rich family that Sam talked (more like complained) about? Oh well, coincidence maybe.

Throughout the entire day, Dani would notice that if they had the same class, he would be looking in her direction for moments at a time.

It was about the last class of the day when Dani pieced together as to why he could be doing that.

Oh..

He was shy!

Well, Dani would make sure that wouldn't last long. And maybe he would approach her soon.

So every day, Dani would work on getting to know him better. Even when he would brush her off and try to make her go away. She was as stubborn as Danny for a reason!

When the two finally became friends and Dani told that her new friend invited her to her house and also offered her parents, she forgot on whether or not that was truly the rich Wayne she was supposed to stay away from.

Dani had spoken about her friend plenty of times, and all of her parents seemed to like him.

Danny laughed every time Dani spoke about doing something or possibly pranking Damian, thinking that she was doing good with socialization and that the kid had to enjoy their friendship to some degree.

Sam was a bit more cautious of the friend, asking more of his likes and dislikes. Was he really bullying Dani? Did he say anything mean to her? Did she have to go to the school and fight a kid? All and all, Dani slowly convinced her that Damian was a good kid and she let it be. Telling Sam that Damian was a vegan may or may not have helped.

Tucker was a bit more lenient than the other two. The kid was nice to her? Didn't bully her? He was smart and knew his way around tech? Good

But as they stood in front of Wayne Mansion dressed in their more casual clothes, they all thought that they should've asked more questions about Dani's friend.

(All in all: neither of them have truly interacted with someone their age, your honor.)

Confrontations, miscommunication, and possibly a lot of bonding could come from both sides, and I would love to see it!

#Kitsune Kounters #danny phantom #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #dc×dp prompt #danny phantom crossover #dp crossover #this was in my drafts for literal MONTHS

903 notes · View notes

spooky-bunnys · 8 months ago

Text

Title: Gloomy

Fandom: Tokyo Revengers

Pairing: Mochi x Kawata! Male Reader

Warnings: Violence, FLUFF, and over protective siblings.

Kawata (Name) was known for multiple reasons. First, he was the older brother of the famous Kawata Twins aka the Devil Twins. Second, like his brothers he had an unusual resting face. But unlike his brothers who had a resting smiley and angry face, he always had a resting gloomy face. Hince that is way he's called gloomy.

Not many people have seen him without his usual gloomy face. Only those he's closest to have seen him change facial expressions. Those being his younger brothers and obviously his boyfriend. (Name) had met Mochi by accident one day at a convenient store. They had both reached for a (favorite drink) and it was like the two instantly clicked.

(Name) sighed as he brushed his hair back. Unlike his younger brothers that had peach and blue colored of hair, (Name) had a hair color that if you see it just right it looks purple. But its also thick and curly. Which all three Kawata males don't enjoy too much. Although (Name) usually wears his hair up and away from his neck and face.

(Name) was busy making dinner for a special dinner tonight. Tonigh (Name) was finally introducing his boyfriend to his brothers. Although (Name) was nervous. He was hoping it'd be a good night for them. It was very important for his brothers and boyfriend to get along. They're the three most important people in his life.

If they don't get along (Name) isn't sure what he'd do. He doesn't want to have to choose. But even if he did, he'd always choose his brothers. (Name) shook his head and checked the stove. He was making his brothers his famously known beef broth ramen. (Name) swears sometimes its the only thing his brothers will eat.

As he finished the ramen the oven went off alerting the male. (Name) grabbed his personalized oven mits, (a gag gift from his brothers that says Best Big Brother), and carefull pulled out the pan. See (Name) is trying to cook something special for his boyfriend. So he's attempting to make a Korean Barbecue meal. So far its been going right.

The door bell rang catching (Name)'s attention. Since (Name) had his hands full and after checking and seeing it was almost an hour early. He asked one of his brothers to get the door. That turned out to be a very BIG mistake.

Souya and Nahoya had been sitting on the couch talking. They had both agreed that whoever this guy was, wasn't even close to be enough for their brother. Their brother was everything to them. When their parents up and left, (Name) stepped up. He quickly graduated out of school and got as many jobs as he could.

They can remember how exhausted he'd be when he came home. But no matter how tired he was, (Name) would always make them ramen. Which has been their favorite food since they can remember. So yeah whoever thinks they can come in and sweep their brother off his feet has another thing coming.

As they discussed what the plan for the night was the door bell rang. After hearing their brother ask one of them to get the door, Nahoya decided to get it. Figuring out who it was already. But as he opened the door he was met by none other then; Mochizuki Kanji.

Nahoya didn't give the older male a chance to think before he had already swung. Souya not far behind his twin. As the trio fought none of them noticed the rushing male coming towards them. Not until the twins were pulled off and (Name) was in the middle.

"What is going on?!" (Name) huffed. Before either brother could say anything (Name) turned towards Mochi and carefully cupped his face. "Kanji are you okay?" Mochi grimaced before nodding. Rubbing his jaw. (Name) turned towards the other two. "Nahoya. Souya. Care to explain why you attacked my boyfriend?"

The twins froze. "THAT'S YOUR BOYFRIEND?!" Souya and (Name) flinched. Mochi carefully wrapped an arm around (Name)'s waist. "Yeah. I'm the boyfriend." (Name) softly smiled and carefully kissed his cheek. The twins watched with wide eyes. For the longest of times they had been the only people able to make their brother smile.

They shared a glance. They may not like it, but (Name) is happy. So maybe they can give him a chance. Nahoya sternly looked towards the buff male. "Alright. But the first time you hurt our brother or you upset him. You're done." Mochi snorted but nodded and (Name) smiled.

BONUS

(Name) amd Mochi: *sharing soft kisses and smiling softly at one another*

(Name): This feels nice.

Mochi: *nods and holds (Name) close*

(Name) and Mochi: *lean in to kiss again*

The Twins: *barge into (Name)'s room* ANIKI!

(Name) and Mochi: *jumps apart*

The Twins: *quickly get between the two*

(Name): *smiles softly*

Mochi: *grumbles and scoots away*

#male reader #x male reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x male reader #mochizuki kanji x male reader #mochi x male reader #kanji mochizuki #mochizuki kanji

194 notes · View notes

ssivinee · 1 year ago

Text

✧Mirroring Bluebird✧

BEBE! Bada Lee x BEBE! F Reader : You are the younger sister of Noze and had gone viral at the same time as her. While working under SM, you meet Bada and become a core member of Bebe, but what if you get the same treatment your sister does, just like in the first season?

Word Count: 2.3k

Note: Basically doing my req for the next few days, lol. Reader goes by a stage name! Something light as of rn. Also very much not proof read.

Character Vision Board

Gaining popularity in the Kpop industry as a dancer was quite common. There were multiple examples, but one of the most viral ones to date was the Noh sisters, Noh Jihye and Noh Y/n.

Generally known as Noze and Nova, the two of you were cast by Kai while he was looking for dancers for his debut. Kai was certainly particular with the dancers he chose, being meticulous about the entire process but seemingly making the right decision for his career when the two of you blow up. How couldn’t the people fall in love with the two of you? Your visuals were practically the same.

As the younger sibling, the only noticeable difference was your height, hair color, eyes, and lips, yet if you took a selfie with your sister, there wouldn’t be much of a difference. You were known for your iconic hair, which was colored black with a hefty midnight blue ombre, and full lips that were usually colored in a dusty pink.

During your time as Kai’s dancer, your sister began to stray away from SM entertainment, trying out for other artists, but you were content, staying put in the current company. That’s when Bada started appearing as Kai’s dancer during festival performances.

The very first time you and Bada crossed paths, an in-house choreographer was instructing her on how to perform a routine for the water bomb. During that encounter, you not only met Bada but you also got acquainted with Lusher and Tatter. You hit it off quite nicely with the trio, but you couldn't help but be captivated by the tall dancer. Her natural leadership qualities and the budding connections she formed with all three of you marked the start of your group, which would later be known to the world as Bebe.

After a year of being friends, you and Bada put on your big girl pants, deciding to act on these feelings. So, after dating for a few months, you two became a couple.

It was pretty cute. At first, you'd post pictures of your charming little dates with the dancer in the background, yet her face was always out of the frame. As you softly launched your relationship to the world, people in your comments went into a frenzy, assuming you were dating a man because of the clothing glimpses they could catch.

As time went on, your posts started to take on a distinct resemblance to Bada's. The timing, the themes, and even the locations you both chose became remarkably similar, to the point where your fans couldn't help but connect the dots. That's when all hell broke loose, as the realization hit: two of the hottest dancers in the K-pop industry were, in fact, a couple.

Of course, they’d eat it up.

Four months ago, Bada had accepted the invitation to Street Woman Fighter, but she had to complete the team first. Bebe only currently had you and the Lee duo and Tatter, so you and Bada took some of your friends and students to achieve a successful team. Minah was a dancer in SM who had been close to you and Bada for some time, so picking her was a breeze. Then Kyma and Cheche were Bada’s students, while Sowoen has been yours for the past year.

So when the time finally came when every group was introduced, while crews were still shocked over Jam Republic, they couldn’t help but be surprised at the two big names under Bebe.

“Bada?” Lady Bounce Biggy gasps, seeing the tall dancer and her resume. Then the screen flashes again, showing your face and work experience. Everyone is shocked; your pretty face is an unanticipated surprise. “Season 1 had Noze, and now we have Nova in season 2?” Cera of Mannequeen says, choking a little when seeing your face. “Aren’t her and Bada together?” Halo of Wolf’Lo asks, pointing accusingly at the screen as her team nods.

“Is that healthy for a relationship?”

“Will they be able to compete properly?”

“Doesn’t seem like they’ll be taking the competition seriously then.”

Those were just a few comments the two of you got. Expecting that already, you walked in with your crew as you were the first to enter the fight zone. As you all entered, Sowoen was the first to hit the stage and saw your team logo on the screen. “Bebe~” The maknae squeals as you enter. You, hand in hand with Bada, smile at the youngest.

“Okay. Let’s take a seat,” Bada announces, and everyone sits, you positioning yourself between Bada and Tatter. “I can’t believe this,” Lusher tells the crew, and Tatter nods, “Me either.” “There must be other teams,” Lusher says as she scans the room, seeing everyone else's crew logo.

Bada hypes herself up, saying she likes it as her grip on your hand tightens. You smile, rubbing your thumb over her knuckles, but you hear “What It Is” by Doechii playing on the large monitor before you can speak. The younger girls send a yelp, seeing the crew's evaluation video playing.

“Who’s the most popular choreographer on that team? Bada?” they hear Mina Myoung say. Then 1Million shows up on the screen, Lia Kim saying a few words, “The choreographer, sweeping the choreography field. A hot choreographer,” the girls cheer their leader on at the soft praises as you lean your head on her shoulder, a proud smile beginning to form on your face after hearing all the recognition your girlfriend got.

“Nova is really popular, too,” Yeni Cho points out, and Baby Sleek nods, acknowledging your skills. “She’s a really entertaining performer. An eye-catcher for sure.” Chocol states, and you redden at the statement, causing Bada to pinch your side. You look at her, offended by the action, but she gives you a fake look of irritation, “Try not to fall for anyone else here.”

You giggle, seeing her pout a little, “You know you’re the only one for me, baby.” She smiles, leaning her head on top of yours as the video continues to roll. “Other than Bada and Nova… the others are just kind of there,” Capri says, and you shake your head as Bada scoffs, “Shall we watch it over there?”

She doesn’t even wait for a response, just pulling your arm to the center. When everyone follows, they listen to Ling of Jam Republic, Gooseul of DeepNDap, the rest of Lady Bounce, and some of Wolf’Lo stating things about Bada and your crew.

Yeni Cho popped up on the screen again, “She’s more popular compared to her dance skills.” That makes Bada chuckle, finding the comment amusing. You knew your girlfriend wouldn’t be affected by the comments made about her. She would be by what was said about her crew, though.

Of course, you weren’t safe either. “She’s just a pretty face like her sister,” Yoonji of Mannequeen says, and the other girls nod. “She’s just gonna be another Noze of this season,” Redlic points out, more in an evident tone than a hateful one.

“Her and Bada are gonna have to carry Bebe hard.”

“Nova’s Bebe’s mascot. She doesn’t have to do anything.”

You laugh at the comments, none affecting you in the way they're supposed to, but Bada, on the other hand, seems to be fuming. As much as you got praised, most of it was for your looks. You had told Bada beforehand not to let it get to her and just to expect it, but Bada couldn’t help but fume at the comments.

As you all sit down, you notice her face going red and squeeze her hand in reassurance, whispering to her, “It’s fine, babe. We just have to show them why they’re wrong.”

“They must be idiots to think you aren’t a good dancer just because you're pretty,” she tells you, rolling her eyes. You softly turn Bada’s head with your fingers, “Calm down.” Bada sighs when making eye contact with you, her body relaxing as you all wait for the next team. “They really shouldn’t underestimate pretty faces,” She says with a hum as she fixes the strands of hair covering your face.

Lady Bounce then comes in, a bit too rowdy for Bebe’s liking, and as the purple team took their seats, your gazes never wavered. You and Bada stared hard, causing some girls to shiver, especially with the dark glint in your eyes. Bebe loved calling you a serpent because you are the scarier sister, and your tall height also added to the scary factor. Your eyes are as compelling as a snake's and always intimidate people who meet you. Lady Bounce's face going a bit indifferent at the dancer's glares.

Then Mannequeen comes down, Bada meeting Yoonji’s gaze. As they come down, the team stands in front of the two tall ladies, and the rest of Mannequeen hype the girl who dances the Rover choreo in pure silence. All you could hear was her dress and heels clacking as the young girls of Bebe giggle. Bada just smiles condescendingly and bows, “Thank you~.”

You kept the unamused look, brows almost furrowing in disgust as Yoonji stopped. You mumble, “What was that?” yet make sure she hears your words. Seeing her hesitant face told you that she heard it loud and clear. As everyone begins taking their seats, Kang Daniel comes out, gives the introduction, announces the judges, and goes to change as they’re told.

When returning to your seat, everyone’s eyes go wide at the sight of your pants. You had a row of stickers on one leg, back and front. “She got like 7 on one leg, right?” Kristen mumbles to Latrice, who nods after counting the stickers on her leg. “Damn, that's rough,” Audrey says, knowing none of those stickers weren’t from anyone on Jam Republic.

“I’ll prove them wrong,” You tell your entire team, who look obviously angry for you. “They targeted you, and for what?” Tatter frowns, and you just pat her head with a tight-lipped smile.

When the battles are announced, 1Million’s Redy is called first, and she picks Bada. You were aware of the situation before. Bada explained that she was beginning to get too busy then, and Redy had already blocked her number before she could reach out. The timing was wrong, but you also understood the younger girl’s perspective.

“I just don’t respect you,” Redy simply states, but when Bada calls the girl “Soobin-ah,” everyone feels the second-hand embarrassment of Redy. When the battles begin, Redy isn’t bad, and you feel like you saw similar aspects of Bada’s style, probably due to them being on the same team previously. When Bada began, though, all eyes were on her, and NO ONE looked away, not even for a second.

Bada entertained the crowd, making sure to have her own fun. As she ends the dance, she peaks at you, winking, making you laugh. She sure knew how to tease people, you included, and used it to her advantage. Sometimes, it made you wanna curse how attractive she was. The battle concluded with Bada winning 3 to 0, and she smiled.

She runs over to you in a crushing hug, and you giggle due to her heavy breathing. “You did good,” she nods as your hands caress her long hair. More and more battles then transpired, and you pretty much only paid attention to a select few. That was until you hear Tsubakill’s Akanen being called up. “The person I have no-respect for is… Bebe’s Nova.” You perk up at your name, smiling at your first battle of the night.

“Akanen-san, why did you choose Nova?”

“To see if the pretty face can show a pretty dance,” her tone felt intrigued by the idea of you, and you smirked, “I can show a dance. It just won't be pretty,” all you heard were “Oo’s ~” and “ah’s~” from other teams as you jump a bit, shaking away any straying nerves. Akanen goes first, and you hated to admit it, but you were impressed. She did her best to taunt you despite your height gap, which made you look down on her. At some point, she approaches you and imitates a hitting motion. Bada, her girlfriend reflexes kicking in, pulled your arm back, trying to create space between you two, but you weren't budging.

So when the music switches, you feel yourself getting hyped at the sound of “Kiss Kiss” by Chris Brown. When the chorus hits, you hit an air baby, and when landing on your feet, you glided on the floor only using your knees. You ensured everyone’s eyes stayed on you, commanding the stage in a way every other crew wasn’t expecting.

As everyone hears ‘kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss,’ you imitate kissy faces while shaking your hip as you follow it with a head whip. Following the synth in the back, you hit a crisscross that goes into a heel-toe pattern, and as you hit that, you end the dance with a slight shuffle.

While you danced, you heard basically Minah, Sowoen, and Lusher could be heard cheering for you loudly. You check back behind you, Bada giving you a proud smile and a curt nod as her arms stay crossed. That’s when the judges also reveal your score of 3 and 0. Bebe jumped and cheered, bringing you into a large group hug as Bada stood back, watching the younger ones praise you. “Okay, okay, stop hogging her,” She tells them, pushing their heads away jokingly.

Bada pulls you into a hug, arms embracing your neck as she gives your head several pecks. You giggle at the feeling, and you just smile, slightly looking up at her. “You did amazing out there.”

“Thanks, leader-nim,” you tease, and she pokes your side, rolling her eyes and letting out a light laugh. “Oh, be quiet,” she says, giving you a quick peck to shut you up real quick.

Tag list (OPEN): @chipswsauce @nimixe @yooqui @eeeetaetterswife @efyyylee @froufrousnowman @amararosesblog @ssc7514 @kayascar @mrsdacherry @angel-hyuckie @letthemagicc @linda-botello @hyynee @only-minghaos @noraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa @sun-nyy @tikitsune @xiakiyama @v2br33zyy

#ssivinee #gxg #wlw #street woman fighter 2 #bada lee #street woman fighter x reader #bebe #bada lee x reader #swf2 #bebe x reader #bada lee x fem reader #swf 2 x reader #swf x reader

644 notes · View notes

dc-gotham-instincts-wild · 2 days ago

Text

Guys I don't know what to name this fic so gimme ideas and I'll change the title

Summary: At one point when everyone is at Jason's apartment for no reason, Jason, Cass, and Dick are faced with the challenge of getting their younger siblings to sleep (Bruce promised them money) while Bruce is away on a case.

Notes:

I don't ship any of the Batkids, they're all siblings to me.

In my mind, Dick is the oldest, Cassandra is about seven months older than Jason, Tim and Steph are about 4 months apart, Duke is about 2-4 years younger than them, and Damian is obviously the youngest.

Dick, Cass, and Jason form the older trio, Tim and Steph are the middle, Duke and Dami are the youngest, but it's basically oldest three vs youngest four.

Yes Bruce has/did have legal custody of all seven. Tim? he stole it. Was pretty easy for him too.

The next door neighbor part is because..... I didn't exactly know how to start it so i started it that way.

THE ENDING WAS INSPIRED BY THIS FIC, SO UHHH CREDIT FOR THAT PART GOES TO THEM!

----------------

The Batkids all basically lived at Wayne Manor, but Dick, Cass, and Jason, being the oldest three, and the legal adults, all had their own apartments that they did use, just they liked breaking back into WM because it was more home than their apartments.

But every now and then the whole gang just kind of.... went and rolled down to any of the apartments, chilled, fooled around, watched something, even stayed the night etc, etc.

Case in point, once when Bruce was off on a larger case, but Tim, Steph, Duke, and Damian had school the next day and Cass had a broken arm, so he left Jason, Dick, and Cass in charge and for no reason they kind of just rolled over to Jason's.

The next door neighbor, Owen, knocked on the door, wanting to know about the sudden influx of noise. He didn't mind, he was just curious.

Jason opened the door, looking a bit tired, his hair messy and a bit sweaty, but there was a spark in his greenish-blue eyes that Owen hadn't seen before in their earlier interactions.

"...What?" The young man asked. Owen hesitated, hearing voices from behind his strange neighbor.

"Just, uh, heard more noise than usual and got curious. Not annoyed, just curious."

Jason blinked, then seemed to realize. "Oh, that's just my siblings. They're over." Owen blinked in surprise. "You- you have siblings?"

"Yeah, there's seven of us!" Yelled a girl's voice behind Jason. "Adopted!" Added a young male voice.

Jason rolled his eyes, though a hint of fondness was there in his eyes.

"Yeah. Me and my older bro and sis are the oldest three, so as thus-"

"We are left in charge while Dad is away." finished another young man, appearing behind Jason. He seemed to be a bit older than his brother. "I'm Dick. Oldest of seven insane siblings. Jay here is the third oldest."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Yeah. Our sister Cass is between us. Anyway, sorry about the noise, we're trying to wrangle the little ones to bed since they have school tomorrow and Dad ain't here. We're here at my apartment instead of the main house for no reason other than pure randomness."

Owen blinked. Looking over The twos' shoulders he could see two girls, one seeming between Dick and Jason in age, the other somewhere in high school, plus three boys, one the same age as the younger girl, the other two younger than that but still apart.

"It's fine," He decided. "Hope they sleep though." He added with a wry grin.

Jason actually laughed. "Yeah, Dad promised us money if we manage to get them to bed, so..."

Dick grinned. "Yup!" He turned around to the room. "So you four better get to bed real fast!"

Owen nodded and grinned as the door closed.

It was nice to know his neighbor had a good family.

Jason turned around to his younger siblings. "You heard Dick, hit the hay!"

Steph rolled her eyes. "Do we have to?" Cass tapped her sister on the shoulder and silently pointed to one of the other extra rooms. 'Go,' her eyes said. Cass was like that. Her siblings didn't even need her to sign to understand. Just her presence was enough.

"Steph....." Dick warned. "School is next morning, sis." Steph sighed and finally slipped off to bed.

Next was Damian.

"Demon Brat, you heard us. You have school tomorrow and besides, it's almost past your bedtime, little one." "I am too old for such restrictions." Damian answered stubbornly, crossing his arms.

Jason sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Damian...... You do know that I'm saying this on Bruce's orders, right?"

A stubborn glare.

Dick tried. "Hey Dami, if you don't go to bed then you'll be tired during school. Me and Jason can manage patrol and like Jay said, you usually go to bed on this time when you're not on patrol. You want me to call Alfred?"

That worked. Damian sighed, and went into one of the extra rooms, grumbling.

Alfred card always worked.

Jason slipped over to the table where Duke was hunched over his math book. "You done with your homework, bro?"

Duke sighed. "Nope. I literally can't get this last one."

Jason looked at the problem and sighed. "Lemme guess- Ms. Rue is the teacher for your math class. Duke blinked at him in surprise.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

Jason smirked. "Oh, I had her. She's infamous for being the worst teacher ever."

Duke groaned. "Tell me about It!"

Jason grabbed the pencil and started telling him how to do it properly.

Meanwhile Dick had wrangled Tim off the couch and was gently guiding him to another room with an arm slung across his shoulders. It had taken Tim trying to bolt and getting scruffed for that to happen.

Dick managed to get the younger male to bed and smirked at Tim's glare.

"Hey, it's not so bad, little brother. You have school tomorrow anyhow."

Tim groaned but reluctantly settled down and pulled the blanket over himself. Dick chuckled fondly and ran a hand through the younger one's hair.

"Tell you what- you go to sleep right now and tomorrow after school I'll take you and the others to get some hot chocolate, deal?"

Tim brightened at the prospect of that. "Okay!"

Dick smiled and knelt to nuzzle him a bit before leaving.

Meanwhile Jason had gotten Duke to bed, and made sure Damian hadn't tried escaping, while Cass cleaned up the living room.

Jason sighed big and flopped down on the couch. "Damn, why'd Dad put us in charge?"

Dick grinned and ruffled his hair, earning a halfhearted swat. "Probably 'cause we're the oldest." Cass rolled her eyes.

After a bit Jason stood up and grabbed his leather jacket and his Red Hood helmet, while Dick went to a room to find his Nightwing suit.

"You'll be fine watching the little ones?" Dick asked Cass, whose arm was broken. She nodded and pointed at the window.

Red Hood and Nightwing clambered out, shot out their grapple lines, and went off on patrol.

Commissioner Gordon raised an eyebrow at the two near the end of patrol when they showed up on his roof with some of Penguin's henchmen tied up.

"Just you two tonight?" He asked. Nightwing grinned.

"Batman has a larger case on some traffickers, it's a school night for Red Robin, Robin, Spoiler, and Signal, and Black Bat's arm was broken the other night so she's watching the little ones to make sure they don't sneak out."

"Yup, so it's just the two oldest sons tonight, Uncle Jim." Red Hood smirked.

Gordon sighed, shaking his head as the two grappled off. "Oh, they are the Bat's sons alright," He muttered.

Bruce, finished up with his case, slipped into the Batcave and took off his cowl and all, slipping into a light grey T-shirt and pants with a black jacket (it was winter).

He knew from a text Dick had sent him that his brood was at Jason's apartment, so he got into his normal car and drove off after briefing Alfred.

He found the apartment easily, unlocked the door (So, he had one of the keys to his son's apartment, sue him), and slipped inside.

It was dark and quiet. He checked each room, finding one or two of his kids fast asleep in each.

Dick was curled around Damian, Cass was asleep in the bed next to Steph's (Why did Jason's apartment have more than one two-bed room?), Duke had somehow gotten into the same room as Tim.

Finally he found Jason, conked out on his bed, looking relaxed and happy for once.

"Oh," Bruce sighed. It was so long that he'd seen his son like this, ever since everything fell apart but somehow came back together again. He and Jason were working it out, gettin over the awkwardness and slowly healing their bond.

“Dad?” Jason mumbled, fist rubbed harshly against his sleep-squinted eyes.

Bruce ignored the ache that filled his chest at the word, knowing, relieved that his son was... okay. Not mad at him anymore, Here.

Safe.

“Just me, Jaylad,” He sighed, and pulled the blanket over his third oldest.

“The case?” Jason mumbled. His voice was deep, rough with sleep, but it was still Bruce’s kid, sleepy but safe, checking in with Bruce after every patrol.

“Everything was fine,” Bruce whispered soothingly, reaching out to tuck the cowlick of white hair away from Jason’s eyes. He blinked at Bruce, eyes more blue than green. He didn’t push him away.

“You can go back to sleep,” Bruce told him softly. “It’s late, little one.”

And Jason, with the same tiredness as the rest of them, didn’t argue. His eyelids slowly closed, his body finally relaxing.

“Stay?” Jason murmured.

Bruce almost said 'maybe', almost turned to let the younger ones sleep in peace, worried he'd disturb his kids, but Jason’s hand reached out, found the knee of Bruce’s pants and clutched the fabric in a grip so reflexive and old and instinctual.

And there was a question when he asked Bruce to stay, instead of knowledge that Bruce would do anything he needed, anything he wanted.

So Bruce gave in to what he wanted, sitting down and wrapping one arm around his son, hugging the younger male's head to his chest.

“I’ll stay,” Bruce heard himself say, exhaustion already entangling him. “Love you, kiddo.” Jason mumbled an agreement.

Bruce ran a hand through Jason's hair and closed his eyes.

27 notes · View notes

the-real-treasure · 5 months ago

Text

Treasure Treasure!

An anime Sanji x Reader

Master List Here

Chapter One: A Game in the Courtyard

Summary: You and your Sanji abandon the nation that raised you after it tries to do away with it's only saving grace. They may never realise how long you'll hold that grudge for them.

SPOILERS FOR ASPECTS THE WHOLE CAKE ARC OF THE ANIME/MANGA AND SANJI'S BACKSTORY Trigger Warnings: Threats and descriptions of violence, mentions of major character death, yelling, Reader's Devil Fruit power is overwhelming and overstimulating Word Count: 4645

(Author's Notes: This is more of a prologue than a chapter 1, sorry it's not exactly what anyone was probably expecting. I'm still doing planning for the main body of this fic and I just wanted to get something in here properly.)

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

You had never wanted to fight a man as hard as you wanted to fight King-sama, even if the fear normally kept you frozen. You could see him on the walkways on the walls above you all as you stood resolute on the large, diamond shaped tile emblazoned with a bright yellow '3', watching as the Vinsmoke children fought before they would race across the castle, again, you thought about how you'd do it.

Maybe a big hammer. You pondered, letting your eyes fall closed as the wind ruffled your long hair. Or maybe if I wished hard enough the entire palace would explode! They opened again, as you heard laughter beside you.

Rage rattled through you as you watch the smallest boy get beaten and beaten and beaten, red, blue and green brothers throwing everything they have at destroying him.

(Pleasepleaseplease)

Your siblings hover at your sides, Denki cackling to your left, Hikaru beside him and Doku beside him watching as listlessly as the pink haired sister just ahead of you. Kuranku leaned in from your right.

(IwantIwantIwant)

"Maybe they'll finally kill him and we'll be rid of the two of you."

(Getmeoutgetmeoutgetmeout)

You scowled, teeth gritting together.

You scratch your hand. The brands seared onto your skin, a '66' for Germa and a scored out '3' for Sanji-kun, itched.

The boys were only a year or so older than you, but Creata-sensei always reminded you that although they were also children, they were above you in everyway possible. Even though you knew Sanji-kun wasn't as strong as his brothers and sister, they were all still stronger than all of you put together. You felt vindicated as the boy pulled his bruised and battered body upright while the other three boys take off, Reiju following behind them.

"Just because he's less developed than the others, does not mean he is some weakling to push around no matter what Queen-sama said, Y/n-Tomo." Creata-sensei was hovering at your side, filling a long needle with a clear fluid that you just knew was going to burn. "They are going to be the strongest in the world when Vinsmoke-heika and I are done with them, and you are going to be his closest confidant. But not his partner and never his equal."

As you watch the boy disappear from your view, you pout at the remembered words. Creata-sensei doesn't know anything about Sanji-kun, or Sora-sama. Compared to the rest of his brothers, Sanji-kun is sweet and good. And you know he gets that from his mother, just like his sister secretly did. Your brothers were no better than his, too be fair.

Doku was probably the best of them. Your oldest brother was born on an island in the North Blue, just like all the rest of you, and taken by Germa when he was two years old. His ginger hair was streaked with pink to match him to Reiju, just as your hair was streaked with matching bright true blonde like Sanji-kun's. They were redyed every few weeks to ensure the colour remains vibrant, the persona of Germa 66's royalty not allowed to falter for a moment, not even for so much as faded hair dye. Doku was three years older than you and your other brothers, a year younger than his Reiju-sama. Hikaru, Denki and Kuranku were the bain of your existence, the trio obsessed with their Vinsmokes, just like you and Doku, but where you two were deeply lucky having Sanji-kun and Reiju-sama, the other three Vinsmoke brothers were terrible terrible creatures that made your life a living hell.

If you weren't in Creata-sensei's lab, being subjected to his mad experiments revolving around some line factor that he and King-sama were obsessed with, you were tailing your Sanji as his brothers and yours make him miserable.

You miss Sora-sama. You miss her happy smile, and the kindness she gave your Sanji-kun.

"Oooooi. Hikaru-Tomo!" Ichiji-sama's voice echoes through the courtyard, making your dark-haired and dark-skinned brother turn to him, face bored.

"You won again, Ichiji-sama?" The red-haired boy grinned smugly at his second, the large 1 plastered on his shirt matching the scored out version on Hikaru's.

"Obviously!" Niji-sama, Yonji-sama and Reiju-sama follow into the courtyard, coming to collect their own seconds. You sign softly as you peer around for Sanji, though you know he won't be here for a while. You ignore the sniggering around you.

"Don't worry, Y/n-chaaaaaaan." Niji-sama's voice is grating as his mocks his younger brother's way of calling you. Yonji-sama chitters a laugh with his brother before continuing

"Yeah, Tomo-baka! You won't be left here all night again. Probably."

They leave you in solitude in the courtyard, the echo of their laughter still bouncing off the walls around you. Doku is the last one to return to the castle, lingering at the archway looking back at you.

"I'll bring out dinner."

"No thanks." His eyebrows furrow at your answer. "Not unless Sanji-kun made it. I promised." He scoffs an eye-roll and turns away, leaving you to the silence of the fading light.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Night had fallen and faint starlight was your only reprieve from the crawling dark that hung in the air. Your stomach rumbled, the late hour eating away at your appetite. You could see the guards rotating out and more of the lights in the castle snuffing out the later the hour got. Your eyes were going together and you were swaying on your spot. Yonji-sama's jest wasn't accurate, you had never been left outside all night. Even on his worst days in comparison to his siblings, Sanji had never been this late to finish his training exercises.

The sound of footsteps approaching jolted you back to consciousness. It was even darker now, the moon higher in the sky and your eyes fell on King-sama as he moved towards you, Doku at his side. You blink at the pair, and your eyes flicker above them to the castle and they widen. A matching pair of images hang either side of the large doors, Sanji's smiling face staring back at you.

"Y/n-Tomo." Your eyes don't waver from the beaming pictures, even as the torso of King-sama fills your vision. "Come along. You will return to Sanji's room."

"What happened?" Your voice was a whisper, and Doku shot a glare at you for not addressing him correctly. "Where is he?!"

"He has died in a very sad accident." Your eyes shot up to his face as he turned away, "You will return to his room and wait there. We will find you a new position when the funeral proceedings are over."

Your eyes fill with tears as you whirl on your older brother who was already looking down at you.

"What does he mean? WHERE IS SANJI?!" Your face whips to the side. Moments later the sound of the slap actually registered in your ears. You lift your hand to your stinging cheek and look up at your brother.

"Don't be so stupid as to talk about the Vinsmokes so disrespectfully. Follow King-sama, you dull fool." Your tears burn as they trail down your cheeks and he points to King-sama's retreating figure. "Move."

The three of you march through the empty halls of the castle, footsteps muffled by the immaculate carpet. Your face was streaked with drying tear tracks and you kept your head down as you approached the Vinsmoke's bedrooms. Each door, numbered and coloured appropriately, had a bed nook carved next to it into the wall. That was where the Tomos slept, your brothers all asleep in their own, only yours and Doku's empty.

King-sama opened the black door marked with the yellow '3' and pushed you in, sending you stumbling into the barren room, devoid of all the life Sanji crammed into it. You look back at them as the door closes behind you, Doku's blank face finding yours as you're sealed into the room with nothing but rats and silence for company.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

It had been two days. You knew that by the number of plates on the floor in front of you and the colour of the sky outside the window. The cuts of jerky and plain bread were brought in in the regular breakfast, lunch and dinner hours, leaving six plates to be picked at by Sanji's beloved rats. Several of them peruse them now, and you think they must be disappointed by the drop in standard compared to his cooking. There's plenty for them to scrounge in here from you at least. You won't be touching the food.

You had lain down in front of the bed when King-sama had herded you in, and you hadn't moved since, choosing instead to stare unwavering at the light outside the window. You ignore the opening of the door each time a guard walked in, depositing the plate in front of you before walking out again. In the otherwise still room, a rat scampers up to you, a small chunk of jerky grasped in their little claws as they offer it to you. As you stare in to the little eyes trying to be kind to you, your mind flashes back to Sora-sama's room.

The rain had been torrential on your walk over, and poor Sanji-sama had slipped in a puddle and fallen. You had only been given to the boy a few days ago, and with the order to follow him always, of course you would accompany him on his trip to see his mother, even in the relentless downpour.

Now you stood a few steps behind him, light shirt and training bottoms marked with his yellow '3' ringing with rainwater and dripping on to the pristine floor, your long hair drenched and water dribbling down your face and into your eyes. You don't dare move to wipe it as Époni serves the queen a beautifully made bento box, the one Sanji had prepared ruined on the trip over.

"Your majesty, this is from Sanji-sama." The queen smiled down at her son, his soaked hood still up and covering his eyes as he fiddled with his hands.

"Did you make this for me?"

"Mm. Mm-hmm." Your eyes flicked from him to her in confusion, and you accidentally caught her eye as she watched her nervous son. Her head snapped to the maid instantly.

"Époni!" She immediately began to sweat.

"Y-yes, your majesty?"

"Don't be presumptuous! Bring what Sanji really made for me."

"Well, yes. But it was damaged on his way here so I threw it in the bin..."

"...still good."

"Hm?" You flinch as both mother and son turn to look at you and you stutter a response, standing up straight and accidentally flicking water across the floor.

"I-it'll still be good. Sanji-sama is very good at food!" She smiled down at you.

"Oh? How do you know?"

"H-he made me fish the first night I was assigned to follow him because we Tomos have to wait for your majesty's to finish eating before we do! And he, uh-" Your eyes shift to his, the blue-grey full of happy sparkles at your words, "-uh Sanji-sama is very kind to me and wanted to make sure I was fed, Queen Sora-sama! Your majesty!"

In your panic to finish talking and to get the attention off of you, you drop into a bow on the floor, though you underestimate your strength and send a crack gaping across the tile, which startles a yell out of the prince.

"Époni, bring me Sanji's food."

"Yes ma'am!" When the maid skitters off to retrieve the demolished bento, Sora-sama calls you closer.

"Tomo-chan, you think Sanji's good at making food." You lift your head and stand awkwardly, scooting past Sanji who was still staring at you with bright excited eyes.

"Yes, Queen Sora-sama. He's the best! I'll eat anything he makes me!"

"Then would you try his bento with me?" You peer back at the prince who is suddenly looking aghast at the thought of you both trying the ruined bento. Your brows furrowed and you steeled yourself.

"YES I WILL."

You stood next to her bed as Époni placed the bento in front of Sora-sama.

"Wow, nice! Omelette rolls, fish and a banana?" Sanji clutched the sides of his hood and tugged it further over his head.

"I'm so sorry! I messed it up! I tripped over and dropped it on the way here. It's been crushed and got wet in the rain."

"It was the rain's fault, Sanji-sama! If that puddle wasn't there you never would have slipped! You worked really hard on it." You assured him as you looked over the demolished bento, missing the smile Sora sent you at your kindness for her son, or the way Sanji's eyes sparked at your words.

"Let's try it, huh Tomo-chan?"

"Yeah!" With a start you looked back at the prince, "Thank you for the meal!" You both scooped some up on a fork and chewed thoughtfully. Swallowing the food, you looked up at her as she looked down at you and you both turned as one to Sanji-sama.

"It's good!"

"DELICIOUS!" Sora-sama giggled at your enthusiasm as you bounced over to Sanji-sama, clapping excitedly beside him as he beamed and Époni flew back in shock.

"Really?!"

"Yes!" He cheered and hopped up onto the bed with her, tucking in close to her chest as she cooed at him.

"Sanji, will you cook for me again?" He beamed up at her.

"Uh-huh!" She smiled down at him, holding him close and rocking gently, the walk and upset leaving him so exhausted he began to snooze against her chest. As she rocked him, she pushed down his hood and stroked his hair and looked over at you.

"What's your name?" You blinked in confusion as Époni cleared away the bento.

"Tomo-"

"No. Not that title, just your name. What do your parents call you?" You stare up at her, but quickly drop your eyes back to the floor.

"I don't know. Creata-sensei calls me Y/n."

When you look back up at her, Sora is smiling down at you, though there’s sadness in it and she reaches a hand out for you. “You can read wishes right Y/n-chan?”

Your voice caught in your throat. You didn't know she knew you, you were only there because Sanji was. “Y-yes.” Her eyes closed in satisfaction as she squeezed you hand. It was warm and love pulsed through your Devil Fruit powers as her truest desire sang through you.

(Save him.)

“Then I need you to make me a promise.”

(Keep him safe.)

“A very very important one.”

(Please.)

“I need you to stay with Sanji.”

(Pleasepleaseplease)

“Don’t let him be alone. Stay with him and protect him.”

(PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE)

“Look after him for me. Can you try that for me?”

Your eyes filled with tears and clogged your throat and nose. Her fear and worry for her children burns through you as you look up at her. You couldn’t breathe.

“I’ll try! I promise I’ll try Sora-sama!!”

That shocked a laugh from her but tears filled her water line and she squeezes your hand tightly in hers. She ignores the pierce of your sharp clawed nails in her skin when you squeeze back.

“Thank you.”

(Thankyouthankyouthankyou)

You don't lift your head when the door opens again, though dinner had already been delivered. The darkness of the sky was pinpricked by silver stars, and the entire kingdom that had been silent since the announcement of Sanji's death, was rallying to attack another island so the din of movement and preparation had returned. It was suffocating, like someone had hidden the sun then plonked the entire moon on your chest and told you, live with it we have work to do.

Someone kicked your foot.

From the corner of your eye, you spot a head of orange hair.

"Get up Tomo-baka." Doku stares down at you, face blank but eyes shining with something unfamiliar. You turn your eyes forward again, going back to staring at the sky. "I said-" He grabs a hold of your arm and yanks you upright with little effort, "-GET UP TOMO-BAKA."

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!" You rip your arm free of him and stumble back staring confused as Doku pushes you back towards the door. You drop your head to look at the floor. "Just leave me alone, Doku. King-sama says I'll be leaving soon, if I'm bothering you so much." The ginger boy scoffs at you.

"No matter, Tomo-baka. Reiju-sama told me to come grab you, so I've come. To grab you." With a yelp from you Doku, who has several inches on your six-year-old frame, heaves you up under your armpits and shucks you over his shoulder. You screech and smack and claw at his back as he carries you through the castle corridors, the rest of your brothers watching from their nooks in confusion.

The guards didn't turn their heads as he carries you down the stairs into the dungeons, ignoring your wailing and shrieks, the already dim castle halls going darker as you descended. Tall thin windows allow streams of silver light to fall into the hallway and you continued your fruitless escape attempts against your older brother's grip. As the stairway begins to level out, your voice quietens as others echo from the darkness, ones that makes you freeze completely.

"You never learn..." Reiju-sama's voice rings out from beside the cell, wrapping a bandage around a small figure's arm. As Doku walks up behind her, you see the figure pull their arm from her grasp, bandages winding around them left loose and falling free of her grip. They're behind the bars of the cell, head obscured by a large metal helmet that completely covers their entire face except for the eyes. From the mask you can hear their stuttering breaths.

"Reiju, I..." Doku drops you to the ground and you stare wide-eyed as the figure turns, blonde hair obscuring one eye even under the helmet. "...I want to be a cook!"

You rush to the bars as tears begin to fall from his eyes, quiet sobs echoing against the barren walls and metal helmet hiding his face from you.

"Sanji-sama! Sanji!" Your eyes fill with tears as well as you grab on to his hands through the bars. "King-sama said you were dead! He said there was an accident-" Reiju's furious voice cuts you off and you flinch away from her, but not enough to break your grip on your Sanji.

"What did I say? Don't tell me that!" His head drops and his tears soak your joined hands as he pulls them closer to his chest. Your chest throbbed as his wish burned through you.

(Pleasepleaseplease)

"If I can... run away..."

(IwantIwantIwant)

"...here in the East Blue... I'll never..." his hiccupping breaths catch in his throat

(Getmeoutgetmeoutgetmeout)

"...have to see...Dad's face again, right?"

Reiju's eyes fill with tears as well and she grabs a hold of the bars, screaming in both your faces.

"STEP BACK!" You drop Sanji's hands just long enough for her to pry the bars apart, leaving enough room for Sanji to squeeze through. "You only have one chance! Don't ruin it!"

You grab Sanji's hands again and haul him through the gap, and you all take off running up the stairs.

"Y/n-chan, you don't need to come, you can stay here with you-"

"No!" You cut Sanji off before he can even get the full sentence out. I made a promise. "I've already left you alone for too long! I'm not leaving you again, Sanji-sama! Not now, not ever again!! I'm coming with you, and I'll stay with you for as long as you'll let me!" The shrunken pupils in the centre of his eyes wobble as tears fill them again.

"O-Okay Y/n-chan.." The entire castle shakes as a barrage of cannon fire rains down on the Germa Kingdom.

"It's just begun! The key to your iron mask is in Father-sama's room! Go get it!"

"What?"

"You can't send him ther-"

"Then go with him Tomo-baka if you're so worried!" Doku snaps, cutting you off, "We'll go see what it's like outside, now shoo!"

"Got it."

"O-okay!"

"When you get into his room, look for a skull symbol on the wall! You'll find a secret door there!"

As you both run into King-sama's room, you spot the huge skull emblem on the wall, though it is too high for either of you to reach. With Sanji's help you drag one of the chairs up to the wall and help him up on to it. Pulling open the wall, you can see the four sets of keys hanging, and you think they still might be too high, but Sanji just manages to grab a pair with a whisper of "I got it!" Your attention is pulled away by thudding footsteps behind you, and you spin to find King-sama standing and watching.

"What are you doing over there?" You grit your teeth, sharp canines digging into your lips and raise your hands, claw nails curved dangerously. "Sanji... why are you here?!" With a scream, Sanji slips and you scramble to catch him before he falls to the ground, making him land heavily on top of you as he panics and apologises. You help each other up and Sanji faces his father.

"We're gonna get out of this kingdom! Don't get in our way!" You throw a hand out in front of Sanji, shuffling slightly to create a barrier between him and his father. He sneers down at the pair of you.

"You got quite a sharp tongue while you were imprisoned. And Tomo, I told you to stay put!" Your body instinctivly freezes at the command but you don't drop your arm, the images of escape floating at the edge of your mind along with giant fish and crystal blue waters. "There is no easy sea where a normal kid like you can survive on your own! You'll die!" You both glare up at the man as he stares you down, your clawed hands quivering in rage as Sanji pulls free a small sword from his belt.

"SO WHAT?! You can't stop me!" Sanji screamed at his father, eyes full of rage as he aimed the tip of the blade at his father.

"WE'RE LEAVING! And you're never gonna hurt Sanji-sama ever again! Or I'll kill you!" You joined in, eyes wild with anger as you spat the words at the man who had terrorised the pair of you for so long.

"That's a relief." His words confused both of you, his imposing figure towering above you both as he continued. "I guess I'm human after all. Even though you're useless, I couldn't kill my own son. Too bad your Tomo is so loyal to you, they would have been useful to Creata-san's continued experiments. Oh well. You'll both leave voluntarily?" Sanji's blade began to shake as small sobs forced his frame to wobble. "I'm not gonna stop you. You can take the key to the iron mask." Tears dribbled down the sides of said mask, saturating his sleeves and the carpet at his feet. "But can I ask just one last favour as your father, Sanji? Don't ever admit that I'm your father..." Your hands slowly drift back down to your sides as you stare up at the King in bewilderment, Sanji still sobbing beside you. "...in front of other people! It's a shame that I don't want anyone to know! You realize that, don't you?" As Sanji's blade drops in defeat and his sobbing begins again in earnest, a snarl escapes your lips before you can stop it and you step forward, again blocking Sanji from his father.

"You're despicable! A pathetical useless nothing of a person! You don't deserve Sanji-sama, just like you didn't deserve Queen Sora-sama! You're evil! I'll never let you anywhere near Sanji again, not so long as I live! And when we're grown and strong, you'll realise how badly you messed up! I HOPE YOU DIE AND THIS KINGDOM EXPLODES!" Your face is red and your chest heaving from your yells, and you miss the wide bewildered eyes of the two Vinsmoke children and your brother staring at you as you refuse to drop your eyes from Vinsmoke Judge. You reach back an open hand, and Sanji takes it immediately. You keep eye contact with the King until you pass by his the edge of his long coat, tugging a still weeping Sanji along behind you as he unlocks and drops the iron mask to the ground.

⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘⫘

Sanji is still shaking with sobs as Reiju points to the large cruise ship with the wine bottle figurehead.

"Get onboard that ship!" You, your brother and the two Vinsmoke children are all crouched behind a large rock formation on the beach as the Germa Kingdom soldiers raided the island you had landed on. Sanji's blonde hair was tousled and messy as he crouched beside you, tears still running down his face. "Sanji! You're a boy! Stop crying already!" Your eyes snap to her and a snarl leaves your grit teeth. She glares back as Sanji rubs at his eyes to try and stop the tears and she grabs a hold of his shoulders. "Listen! Don't ever come back here!"

"Uh-huh!" Doku watches you as your eyes glance up to him, his face carefully blank.

"You've already managed to make an enemy out of King-sama, so don't think you'd be welcome back. Just assume from now on we'll be out to kill you if we ever spot you again."

"Thanks ani-san. I won't miss you."

"I won't miss you either, Tomo-baka."

"Ew, stop calling me that." Doku sniggers at you, but his face falls flat again.

"Maybe you shouldn't be called Tomo at all anymore. You're not exactly loyal to Vinsmoke anymore." Your eyes drift back to Sanji, Reiju ignoring your muttered conversations as tears filled her eyes.

"The sea is broad! You'll...You'll definitely meet kind people someday!!" With that she pushed him up the beach and he stumbled into a run. You abandon Doku to follow him immediately, giving a gentle nod to her as you pass. "Run! Don't look back! RUN SANJI!"

You both dash along the beach to the cruise ship, the name 'Orbit' resplendent across the side as a wave of desire rushes over you, the wood creaking under it's own weight as whisper rattle from it depths.

(adventure)

You scramble up the gangplank with a large group of other crewmembers, met with confused stares and mutters as the adults around you rush to their stations for a speedy departure from the ravaging of the island.

"OI!" A voice hollers from behind you, the captain making his way down the stairs of the aft castle towards you both. "Who're you?!" You can barely hear as Sanji begs to be allowed passage aboard, offering help in anyway possible, and the wood under your feet pulses and throbs with a desperate wish that may never be fulfilled. "-as your name?" Everything sounds like it's underwater as the wishes, dreams and desires of the boat you stand on and the people around you wash over you like a tsunami of want, something you had never experienced before. Did no one but Sanji and Sora-sama want anything in Germa? What is all this? "-SAID, WHAT'S YOUR NAME?"

The screaming of the captain in your face brings you back to present, and you blink as spittle rains over your face. The title of Tomo nearly leaves your mouth, but you don't know this man, or if he knows Germa, and Doku was right, you weren't accompanying a Vinsmoke, you were going with Sanji, you were escaping with him, with your friend, your best friend. Your Sanji...

"Nakayoshi." Your voice was certain, more than your brain was anyway, "Nakayoshi Y/n."

Next Chapter: (Nothing yet)

46 notes · View notes

midnightoncoruscant · 23 days ago

Text

Thanks to the amazing encouragement of, and inspiration from @moonlightwarriorqueen I present my first fanfic in clone wars fandom. This is a Pride and Prejudice inspired Wolffe x Reader fluffy romp, with added appearances from my favourite Marshall Commander Fox, the Wolf Pack, Plo Koon and as many characters as I can shoehorn in appropriately lol.

P.S. If you haven’t read the amazingly gorgeous work of @moonlightwarriorqueen please can I suggest you do so forthwith. Their work is like a warm hug on a frosty day.

A truth acknowledged universally (part 1)

Wolffe x fem!Reader

Rating G

Trigger warnings: anti clone/adoptee discrimination in future chapters, discussions of money and food insecurity.

Wolffe scowled as the party reeled around him. The patch covering his eye itched something fierce, as the musket wound was still healing beneath it. .He had been dragged from his enforced solitude by the rambunctious pleas of his younger brothers, affectionately dubbed the “Wolf Pack” by those who had the misfortune to know them at their most exuberant.

To his left his father, Plo, dozed lightly despite the loud music played aggressively on the pianoforte which guided the dancers around the room. Wolffe moved gracefully to ensure that the blanket upon his father’s lap didn’t slip away under the weight of the abandoned book within his lap. His father had spent too long this afternoon expending his energy and had refused Wolffe’s gruff requests to rest. Despite being ostensibly retired, Doctor Koon spent many hours teaching the younger children in the village to read, saving their parents the schooling fees, so that they may more easily feed their families with the money saved. Wolffe could not be cross with his father, but he was concerned with the personal toll the unrelenting kindness took on his father as he entered his twilight years.

With a bone weary exhale, Wolffe watched as his younger brothers, Sinker and Boost, spun their latest objects of affection around the ballroom, both of them possessed with a giddiness and breathless joy he himself had not been party to in years. Wolffe didn’t begrudge them that joy, far from it, he wished he could bottle and preserve it for all his brothers so that they would never be without, but as the eldest sibling, the responsibility for his family's fortunes weighed heavily. The burden had become harder to shoulder since his injury at the hands of a French assassin had forced him home to recuperate. Wolffe could only afford a few more weeks before returning to the front line would be necessary for all of his family to remain solvent. Internally, Wolffe began to calculate the amount of time he had to remain before it would be deemed socially acceptable to leave.

With a crunch of strained wood, the ballroom doors swung open with an unbecoming lack of decorum. Wolffe’s gaze snapped to the entryway, assuming his other brothers, Comet and Wildfire, the irrepressible twins, had either escaped or joined the party without permission. Instead, he was surprised to see new faces. Arrivals were hard to keep under wraps in a village this small. Everyone knew each other's business faster than the carrier pigeons could arrive.

Wolffe studied the group who had interrupted the festivities. A bearded gentleman in naval uniform maybe a decade older than Wolffe led the way, his natural leadership and presence evident in his stride. He was flanked by a sandy haired young man with intense eyes, clad in a junior officers uniform, who was escorting a younger girl, whose dazzling blue eyes and scandalously matching coloured hair suggested trouble.

With a short whisper to the host, they were announced as First Sea Lord Benjamin Kenobi, and his young charges Officer Anakin and Ahsoka Kenobi. Behind them both, trying her best to blend into the wallpaper, was a young woman, unannounced and unnamed, she followed the trio indoors, eyes cast downwards.

Wolffe watched as the Lord and his family worked the room, intriguing all around them. There was an unseemly amount of fawning over the new arrivals which caused more than one exasperated eye roll from Wolffe as both Sinker and Boost, abandoning their dates for the evening, fell over themselves to pester Lord Benjamin for tales of maritime warfare and adventure.

Beside him, Doctor Koon stirred, awoken by the change in background ambience. He looked to Wolffe for support as he tried to rise to his feet, which his son provided dutifully and automatically without glancing downwards. Rubbing the unexpected sleep from his eyes, he felt his joints ache from the position in which he had taken his impromptu nap. No doubt he would be subject to a light scolding from his eldest son, who worried for everyone but himself. Plo looked to see what had taken Wolffe’s attention.

Wolffe seemed enraptured by a young lady who had entered behind the newcomers. Whilst they held court, this lady had sought out the serving staff and it looked as though she had asked, to their bafflement, to be put to work.

Plo supposed that this ask for employment was a diversionary tactic to avoid participation in the pantomime currently underway from her companions. Whilst Lord Ben and his young family enjoyed every moment of attention, this girl was determined to avoid it, and when her offer of assistance was politely declined, she took herself to the chairs at the furthest, and most empty corner of the room. She looked for all the world as though she wished to blend into the wallpaper. Dr Koon was surprised she hadn’t acknowledged Wolffe’s stern and probing gaze so far, but what was even more unexpected was the small jolt which travelled through his son as she did finally return his stare.

Icy blue gray eyes met the Wolffe’s remaining amber eye and a silent conversation took place.

Koon knowingly chuckled as he patted Wolffe’s arm, drawing his attention downwards, to support more of his weight. However, the brandy he had had after dinner sought to rush to his head and he swayed heavily, his heart fluttering too fast and too unevenly. As his vision narrowed, and the familiar blackness of unconsciousness encroached, all Koon could think was how much this would further worry Wolffe. He hoped the arms of oblivion would let him return. He had much to do.

#tcw wolffe #commander wolffe #tbb wolffe x reader #wolffe x reader #soft protective wolffe is my favourite thing #tcw x reader

18 notes · View notes

sammydem0n64 · 2 months ago

Note

I love your pokemon gijinka universe!! Do you have any fun facts abt yveltal and giratina? :0

[POPS MY COLLAR] HELLO ASKER. YES I DO LEMME GIVE SOME RUNDOWNS

-They’re married, tho ofc this is a very heavily stated fact in most art I’ve posted here lol

-Giratina’s the youngest out of the Creation Trio, while Yveltal is twins with Xerneas (no “older/younger twin” dynamics here, they were both born at the exact same time (from a magic tree and the cocoon growing out of it) w/ Zygarde being the two’s older sibling

-All the art of Yveltal is outdated; I’ve given their design body feathers and more vulture like features. Straight up avian with it

-The outfit they wear under the cloak is reminiscent of pre-French Revolution, Rococó French fashion. Aka they look rich as fuck though they don’t have a penny to their name

-Giratina becomes a massive foodie after getting out of the Distortion World, thanks to the fact they’ve starved for EONS. They’ll eat just about anything and throughly enjoy making odd food combinations

-Giratina would be a massive black metal fan while Yveltal would prefer classical music and blues. They’d both like jazz

-Gira has very few items with them in the Distortion World (before Hoopa arrived), including their childhood blanket, scissors to cut their hair and very, very outdated history books to keep them occupied. They lost the books ages ago. They’re floating around out there.

-They both like to “bird watch” (watch the mortal realm through a pond in the DW) and make fun of stupid mortals 😭

#human pokemon au #I miss my gijinkaverse. I miss it a lot #asks

7 notes · View notes

coffeeistired · 1 year ago

Text

Goverment Spies

Prompt: what if Floyd and Branch had asked Clay about their parents??

Clay sat leaned against the troll tree,the older trolls- Spruce, JD, and Grandma were arguing again, and…well, even though he was sure Spruce was right like he often was(Clay has favorites), he decided to not side with the purple haired brother and instead took the younger siblings out, and now he was stuck, watching his siblings half heartedly as he held a lollipop in his mouth, taking it out with a loud pop as he felt a tug on his jacket, he glanced to the side, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s up dawg- dawgs??” Clay asked with an upwards nod, adjusting to sit up, raising an eyebrow at his two younger siblings who stared up at him with hopeful eyes.

“What were mommy and daddy like?” The youngest- Branch asked hopefully, excitement filling his baby blue eyes, Clay nearly choked on his salvia.

He didn’t know much about their parents, he’d seen them once or twice, before Floyd was even born, at this point, that memory is the most vivid of any memory the troll had, he never wanted to forget it. He could remember their faces clear as day- the sweet sounds of their voices…like honey and sugar- or whatever the saying was, He didn’t know it.

He was so scared to talk to them that night. He glanced to the side with a forced chuckle before standing up, brushing himself off.

“Wellllll….I can’t tell ya! It’s a secret.” He winked, pretending to zip his mouth shut and throw away the key.

“Awhhh c’mon! Pleaseeee!” Floyd begged, giving the yellow haired troll puppy eyes, Bitty B joining him.

“Plleeeaseeee!”

“I dunnooo…they’d be pretty mad if I told you they were secretly spies.” Clay said with a shrug.

The two younger trolls loudly gasped. “Mom and Dad are spies?!”

Clay gasped, putting a hand on his heart in mock shock. “Who told you that?! It was supposed to be a secret!”

“You did!”

“I did?”

“Yeah!”

“What did I do?”

Floyd laughed and playfully pushed the taller troll.

“Alright, Alright fine, but you can’t tell Grandma I said anything or else!”

“Or else what?”

“Or else….JD’ll make us sing another love song!”

He fake gagged, despite the fact that practically all of Brozone’s songs could be counted as a love song.

“But all our songs are love songs….”

“Exactly! Unoriginalitiy! The scariest thing of them all!” Clay slid down against the tree dramatically, playing dead.

“Oh no! John Dory killed him!”

“Nooooo!” Branch hugged Clay tightly, a loud pop coming from the other troll’s back, which to be fair, is what always happened (he should get that checked out).

Just then he heard a worried voice calling for them- in order from youngest to oldest, Bitty B, Floyd, Clay. Clay opened an eye, peering over to where he heard their names being called, the younger trolls had not seemed to notice the voices quite yet, but they had noticed that Clay was in fact very alive(which, of course was obvious with his breath- the rising and falling of his chest.) Clay sat up, hugging Bitt B back with one arm, Floyd joining in with the other two trolls, Clay wrapped his free arm around the other troll.

He heard the voice call again, closer this time, Clay could recognize the voice now- Spruce, the younger trolls recognized the worried call of the second oldest brother, well, Floyd did, he looked up, his ears perked. “SPRUCE?” He called back only to receive an excited ‘FLOYD’ in reply as the purple haired troll dashed over from the distance, a worried look on his face as he slid down to be with the trio, kneeling down, hugging them all tightly, another pop coming from Clay’s back.

After a while of waiting Spruce let go, worry still filling his expression. “I was SO worried-“

The rest sounded like rambling to Clay, he just rolled his eyes, fiddling with his sweatband as Floyd tried to apologize, Bitty B’s expression filled with confusion as Spruce picked him up, geasturing for Floyd and Clay to follow as he started to walk back to the pop.

….

“Grandmmaaa…are mommy and daddy spies?”

“Say WHAT NOW-“

Shit.

#trolls band together #trolls #fluff #trolls floyd #clay trolls #trolls spruce #trolls branch #oneshot #clay and Bruce are besties please

41 notes · View notes

vacantgodling · 5 months ago

Text

#3: Deux Undershield

No matter what, you can’t seem to understand what you did to have someone you cherished so much hate you so, and it saddens you as much as it infuriates you. Never mind what destiny is; you will prove yourself and force that person to acknowledge your efforts. Along the way, perhaps you realize that destiny has more in store for you than what you initially planned, and you realize… perhaps it doesn’t matter if this person accepts you. The rest of the world need you.

“deux” means two, as she is the secondborn child of the undershield family—younger sister of dion, elder sister to trios (and yes the rest of their siblings are named like that). “undershield” is a combined name of the words under and shield, referring to the backside of a shield and the one closest to the user.

25, cis woman (she/her), romance: yes, sex: yes, preference: masculine

despite the dresses and frills she may don, deux is built like a workhorse—broad shouldered, thick thighs, strong midsection, etc. still, she has a sweet, girlish face with soft cheeks and when she isn’t in the thick of things, or flexing, she is covered in a plush layer of chub. her lips are thick and full, and she has a wider nose and smiling eyes with high apple cheekbones. her skin is deep like cacao and her hair is a deep blue like the midnight sky; curly like stray clouds and usually kept in a short bob around her ears, however much of it is shrinkage. should she straighten it her hair would probably reach her shoulders. her eyes are a warm, deep brown.

as a PROTECTOR, the most important weapon deux wields is her shield; it weighs at least 40lbs and comes to about her clavicle when placed on the ground. this, partnered with the heavy, armored plates that she wears make her the strongest member on our main cast (Contingent 17 of the AGoE), with an insanely stable core. along with her shield she carries a midsized rapier, as offensive isn’t really her forte; she prefers shield bashes and to use her shield to protect her friends. while she isn’t as prolific in the magic vis as her brother is, deux is steadily learning and improving her techniques every day. she trains quite often and enjoys working with her shield. she graduated (as all protectors do) from Holy Muinens Protector’s Academy, and while she was in the top percentile of her class, it was mostly due to her diligence and not to do to some stand out talent. she’s a hard worker through and through and it shows.

at first glance deux is pleasant, a bit shy, but very much a people person. she may be a bit naive due to her sheltered upbringing, and a bit too trusting towards others, but it just makes her more endearing to be around especially to many. however, that doesn’t mean she is a pushover. far from it—one of her main jobs as a protector is to draw enemy attention to herself, and she’s nearly fearless on the battlefield. this is because of her extreme devotion and faith to the goddess MUINENS, which was fostered in her from a very young age by her parents. she prays every day and regarding nearly anything she does—and in some manners, she always has this gut feeling that the goddess is listening to her, even if she doesn’t necessarily see it… she just feels it. more than this however, deux also has quite a bit of temper; it’s something she’s not proud of and she does her best to not let it get the best of her but she does have times where it explodes and her outbursts have resulted in literal fist fights (especially with her brother, dion) or shouting matches if she gets to pissed off. she doesn’t like that side of herself and does her best to reign things in and at this point it would take something truly awful to set her off. her policy is to seek understanding and companionship and she does her best to uphold that as well as MUINENS’s principles.

deux becomes close and fast friends with piper, and develops a crush on forte near immediately—though she does her best not to treat him differently because of it. she also grows close with erik due to his proximity to her brother, since he seems like he’s the only person who is willing to tell her anything about why he is acting the way he does. dion and deux used to be close growing up, but suddenly one day things changed and he began to despise her. much of the reason she’s decided to come to the guilds is to try and find her brother and make amends because she misses being close to him and can’t reconcile how and why he suddenly switched up. she and trios are close, and aside from him she generally writes home often.

3 fun facts about them: due to growing up in hytroth, deux loves winter and loves the snow and cold. she has a harder time dealing with lathsbury’s warmer climate and tends to overheat often. she’s quite athletic and can move faster than you think in that heavy armor. she loves flowers and tends to keep at least one vase of seasonal blooms in her room.

#s: tcol #tcol character intro

7 notes · View notes

maochira · 2 years ago

Text

Being the youngest Wanima sibling! (headcanons)

Before anyone says anything. HEAR ME OUT. I LIKE THE WANIMA BROTHERS THEY'RE VERY SILLY. Anyways.

Tags: gn!younger sibling!reader, I constantly get their names mixed up BUT I got it right in this. Keisuke is the younger and Junichi is the older twin

-you're a bit like a mix of your brothers. Either you don't talk at all or you talk so much, others have to tell you when to stop. No in-between

-you can mostly understand what Junichi wants to/would say, so Keisuke rarely has to translate anything for you. But sometimes you still get something wrong or don't understand, that's when either Junichi just says it or Keisuke translates

-protective big brother duo!!

-they don't even have to try to protect you because they actually weird out all of your classmates so much, no one dares to be mean or bully you because who knows what your brothers are capable of

-Junichi has the silly crocodile eyebrows and Keisuke has the silly crocodile undercut/sidecut (? WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO CALL IT) And to have you match with them, they got you a crocodile hair clip that you wear every day

-they always encourage you to play soccer so you can be a trio, but you're not into it as much as your brothers are. But you love playing with them in the park or in the backyard for fun!!

-if you're feeling down, they always know how to lift your mood and how to make you laugh. Most of the time they do silly faces and after two or three attempts they always make you break out in laughter, even when you were crying before

-it's weird for you to suddenly be without them when they go to Blue Lock, but you're very proud of them!! Even when Keisuke loses and returns home, you're still very proud of him for getting invited to Blue Lock in the first place

-it's nice to have one of your brothers back at home, but at the same time, it still feels incomplete because Junichi is still gone. But you make the best out of it!

-while watching the U-20 match you and Keisuke have a whole rant with each other about why Junichi should get to play and you're disappointed when he doesn't

#bllk #blue lock x reader #bllk x you #blue lock x you #blue lock #blue lock headcanons #bllk headcanons #wanima brothers #keisuke wanima x reader #keisuke wanima x you #junichi wanima x reader #junichi wanima x you

61 notes · View notes

princess-of-pearls-and-stars · 22 days ago

Text

Looks Can Be Deceiving

Twst Mafia AU has been dancing around in my brain soooo here's a twst mafia au oneshot featuring me & @helenadurazzo's Alexavia AU

🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙

Azul, along with Jade & Floyd, come to collect the monthly payment the owners of Jardin - A quaint little flowershop located in Night Raven City - owe Octavinelle

What was supposed to be a regular payment collection, however, is interrupted by the shop owners' newest employee : A beautiful blue-eyed brunette who, to his suprise, is a lot tougher than she appears at first glance ...

Helena belongs to @helenadurazzo

🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙🐙

" I'm sorry, Mr & Mrs Jardin. Did you just say that you're unable to give me the monthly payment you owe Octavinelle ?! " Azul asked coldly, Jade & Floyd grinning menacingly on either side of him " For the 3rd time, I might add ? "

The couple cowered in one of the back corners of the shop, holding eachother's hand " F-Forgive us, Mr. Ashengrotto, b-but our youngest daughter Viviana - our little Via - has been very ill these past 3 years " Mr. Jardin explained shakily, eyes watering " W-We had been able to keep up with the payments the last 2 years, b-but business hasn't been doing very well this year. W-With other flowershops in the city being more popular, a-and most of our employees quitting to either work at the more popular flower shops or move out of the city entirely ... "

" A year ago, we got a call from her fiancé stating that Viviana fell into a c-coma - " Mrs. Jardin admitted " T-The doctor's have hope that she'll wake up, b-but life support is so expensive. Her fiancé helps us with her hospital bills when he can , but his mother's own health has been on the decline the past decade ever since his father's passing, and he has several younger siblings he's responsible for looking after. I-If we lose our business and home entirely, w-we w-will lose our only s-surviving c-c-child - !! "

The elderly woman broke down into sobs, her husband holding her close

" Mr & Mrs Jardin I finished tidying up the storage room !! " A heavenly voice called out sweetly before a beautiful young woman emerged from one of the back rooms of the flower shop " I'll be heading home short - "

The woman froze upon noticing the trio and the cowering couple, examining the trio warily

" Oh ? I see you two have acquired a new employee " Azul chuckled darkly as he examined the new individual - a beautiful young lady in blue with pale skin, light brown hair up in a high messy bun, and blue eyes - from where he was standing by the front counter " Jade, Floyd " Azul ordered " Bring her over to me "

Wordlessly, Jade and Floyd each grabbed an arm and walked towards Azul with pointy, menacing grins with the lady in tow

" H-Hey !! Let me go !! " The brunette struggled in the twins' grip

" P-Please don't harm her !! " Mr. Jardin begged while holding his sobbing wife close to him " She's done nothing wrong !! Please have mercy - "

" Harm her ? You wound me, dear sir " Azul feinged a disappointed expression before smirking as Jade and Floyd brought the young lady over so that she was in front of him

Tilting the lady's chin up with two fingers, Azul leaned in a bit to examine her face more closely. To his delight, she was even more beautiful up close

" Well, well, well ~ Aren't you a beautiful little pearl ~ ? " Azul purred, stroking the young lady's bottom lip gently with his thumb " May I have the pleasure of knowing your name, miss ? "

The brunette's cheeks flared up a pretty shade of pink, making Azul's smirk widen even more " If you think for a second that you can push me around, then you are sorely mistaking. I'm a lot tougher than I look " The young lady glared at Azul, speaking in a sharp, formal tone " And if you must know, it's Helena. But isn't it considered rude for a man to ask for a lady's name without formally introducing himself first ? "

Azul was stunned silent, suprised at the young lady's response before he quickly composed himself, choosing to ignore Jade and Floyd - who were both chuckling to themselves

" Helena ~ " Azul smirked " What a lovely name for a lovely lady ~ Allow me to formally introduce myself ... " Azul bowed a bit before motioning for the eel merman on Helena's left to let go of her left arm, taking her left hand in his " I am Azul Ashengrotto. Owner and founder of the Monstro Lougne, and the Don of Octavinelle " Azul introduced himself before pressing his lips to Helena's knuckles, subtly taking note of how her hand bore no wedding or engagement ring on her ring finger " It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance ~ "

Perfect. She's absolutely perfect. Innocent but with hidden depths. Beautiful in blue, and Azul was convinced that Helena would look utterly divine in Octavinelle's colors, her neck and wrists adorned with pearls ...

And, most importantly, she was unwed

... Now for the possibly more complicating part : How to convince her to go along with his little ' proposal ' ...

" Hmmm ... Originally, today was supposed to be an ordinary monthly payment collection " Azul mused, letting go of Helena's hand and subtly motioned for the twins to move away from her before circling her, keeping his eyes locked on the young lady " But now that I've met you, my dear pearl, I have a little ... proposal to make ... "

Azul chuckled darkly before he took Helena's hand, twirled her around, and then manuvered her so that she had her back facing the shops' front counter, a strong arm snaking around her waist so she couldn't escape - elicting a squeak of suprise from her that was absolutely adorable - his free hand coming up to her face to caress her cheek, his thumb gently stroking Helena's bottom lip as he leaned in towards her ear

" Marry me ~ " Azul purred into Helena's ear with a devilish smirk

#twisted wonderland #azul ashengrotto #jade leech #floyd leech #twst mafia au

5 notes · View notes

allyriadayne · 11 months ago

Note

do you have any thoughts or headcanons about lyonel's daughters?

yah of course lol

their names are lucinda and alysanne strong. @elcctra and i came up with their names. lucinda for lucinda broome, lady tully during the first years of jaehaerys' reign. lyonel might have wanted to honor his overlords as a sign of peace after harrenhal changed hands to the strongs, from a minor vassal house to one of the most powerful. alysanne well obviously for the queen. more or less the same thought, because it's my headcanon lyonel is low key a social climber and would want to honor the targs that gave the family his seat.

under the cut babyyy

they are very close in age, i would say something like 18 months or around. from the same mother, lyonel's last wife. while they weren't a disappointment, everyone expected more sons that could go over larys' claim but alas. in general the girls are very happy and healthy and inseparable. many think they are twins but not really. i think of them as being older than rhaenyra by two or three years max but to her they feel younger because they are very carefree and girly and giggly. like every annoying teenage girl who laughs at you on the streets. rhaenyra has Responsibilities and she always liked alicent better of course so the girls are only there to entertain the princess and so on. not for serious stuff.

to me they are the opposite of the harwin - larys - alys trio. while they are looking at the horror and experiencing complex dynamics, the girls are making friends with every ghost in harrenhal. the are also very friendly so nobody cares if the cook finds them talking to a third person in a dark cellar <3 this also happened because there is a big age difference between the siblings. not very close. harwin and larys disliked their stepmother, larys hated the girls on principles because he knew they were meant to be his replacement, and alyn doesn't hate them but has complicated feeling about them just like with any strong child she takes care of in the nursery. lyonel also named one of them alysanne to add insult to the injury lol

they loved their dad because lyonel only asked of them the bare minimum and rhaenyra's household is pretty cool and the princess is nice to them. they do wish they were more prominent in there but they don't mesh well in general. they are normal girls in harrenhal but in real society are a justtt a bit off putting. what else???? hm they cried when lyonel and harwin died of course. they went to the funeral with larys' (/larys/ they can't believeeee) leave and they acted as his representatives. they love harwin's children to bits but are gutted none of them know they are family.

very codependent but not in the weird way lol just in the way they don't have a distinct personality from the other. they probably had a double wedding or something and dragged their husbands to dragonstone. felt very betrayed when larys stayed in the capital bc they never understood why he would hate harwin/harwin's children. they feel like it's their duty to continue their house esp after aemond killed the other strongs. larys sends them perfunctory letters here and there like "come here this instant" or something but it obviously doesn't work. he doesn't care about them personally but he's a control freak and can't let them go. they don't care about him /either/ so goodbye.

for one of the girls i have claudia jessie in vanity fair. with darker hair (not in bridgerton...not with those stupid bangs) but for the other i'm still blank. i just liked claudia because i thought she looked A LOT like matthew needham and that was fun. i want the other to have brown eyes because all of lyonel's children have blue yes (fight back lyonel!!) but i haven found a fc yet.

#ask #Anonymous #valyrianscrolls #house strong #unnamed strong daughters #maybe i should tag them with their names.... idk #i thought i didn't have many things to say about them but when i started typing a lot came out. i guess it's because i am defining them thr #the space the main children left

7 notes · View notes

oookay68 · 2 years ago

Text

I Can't Decide

Summary: The incoming war leaves Aemond with two choices: his family or the love of his life? Inspired by the song, 'I Can't Decide' by the Scissor Sisters.

TW: Incest, Toxic Aemond, Possessive Aemond, Death

A/N: It starts off wholesome and then dark and then kinda funny then sad.

WC: 5879

youtube

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━

She was from one of the three remaining Valyrian houses in the world. House Celtigar was often overshadowed by the mighty Targaryen and Velaryon houses. They had no dragons or ships to their name. Just the silver hair and lilac eyes of Old Valyria. Her grandfather Lord Bartimos Celtigar always pushed his family to align with the Targaryens in hopes that one day Claw Isle would have a dragon in their possession. And it worked. On the twelfth day of the third moon, one hundred eight years after Aegon’s Conquest, Lord Celtigar’s son, Clement, married Daena Arryn, daughter of Rodrik Arryn and Daella Targaryen. This gave dear Caspiana just enough Targaryen blood to claim a dragon.

Terrax was his name. He was a blue dragon that came from one of Dreamfyre’s clutches. When the dragon hatched on Caspiana’s fifth name day it was said that her grandfather leaped with joy. Claw Isle finally had a dragon. But his hopes were quickly crushed when her mother died when she was nine. King Viserys wished for the niece of his late wife to come to King’s Landing in order to ensure the child was given a proper Valyrian upbringing. He knew how much his love adored her younger sister and knew that she would have cared for her niece just as much as she cared for Rhaenyra. And so in 119 AC, Caspiana and her dragon left Claw Isle on a ship carrying twenty guards and five dragon keepers.

She was to be Princess Rhaenyra’s ward. Young Caspiana didn’t know her older cousin very well and she feared that the age gap would leave nothing for the two to bond over. But she was wrong. When she arrived the Princess had welcomed her in open arms. After having two sons, Rhaenyra had a feeling that the babe in her belly would also be a boy. The Princess embraced her cousin and whispered, “Welcome home” to the young Celtigar.

Caspiana Celtigar learned and played with the royal children. She and her best friend, Jace often visited their dragons together and dreamed of the future when the beasts would be large enough to ride. Her younger cousin Luke was a gentle soul whom she enjoyed running around the courtyard with and shirking their responsibilities together.

The strong animosity between Rhaenyra and Queen Alicent led Caspiana to stay away from the two Targaryen princes. She always feared making eye contact with the two, especially Aegon. He was the eldest which made her cousins look up to him. They always followed his lead and the trio always found themselves in trouble. Aegon looked down on all of his siblings and cousins, especially Caspiana. She was from an irrelevant house that kept taking advantage of her Targaryen blood. He barely considered her to be one anyway. Aemond always felt bad whenever he heard his brother talk negatively about their sister and cousin. They were girls who did nothing bad to them yet Aegon only called them mean names.

Aemond thought the opposite of his brother. Helaena was their sister. She was beautiful and fun to play with. Yes, she was a little eccentric but he could always overlook her strange obsession with insects and weird poems. He loved his sister and it was wrong for Aegon to speak in such a vulgar way. Caspiana was a true Valyrian. She came from two of the only Valyrian houses left. She spoke the language and her egg hatched. It was enough evidence that she was a Targaryen. He had never really talked to her because every opportunity was always interrupted by one of their cousins or a servant.

But one night changed that. Aemond always read a chapter of a book in the library before bed. If he couldn’t prove himself with a dragon then perhaps he could gather as much knowledge as he could to make his father see him with value.

The sound of falling books startled him from his book and he walked to the source of the ruckus. He found Caspiana on the floor with several dusty books surrounding her. He knelt down to help her pick them up.

“Thank you.” she said timidly. When she saw who helped her she instantly closed her mouth.

“You should be more careful next time.” Aemond said calmly, not intending for her to take it as a scolding comment.

Caspiana bowed her head, “Y-yes Prince Aemond. I am sorry!” She quickly grabbed the book in his hand and made her way to the door.

“Wait! Why don’t you stay and read with me?”

Caspiana feared the Targaryen boys. They had more power over her and could easily get her in trouble. She could be sent home if they wished and she wouldn’t be able to do anything.

“I’m-I’m sorry my prince but it is late and-”

“Then as your prince I demand you to sit and read with me.”

Caspiana relaxed her stiff shoulders in defeat and took the chair by the fire. Aemond took the seat next to her and the two read their books in silence.

It soon became a routine for the Prince and the Lady to read their books by the fire every night before bed. Aemond often spent the time pretending to read and instead studied her face and how the firelight would highlight the bridge of her nose and how it brought out the dark purples of her eyes. He noticed the small freckles around her eyes and how the corner of her mouth twitched up whenever something pleasant happened in the story.

But their nights came to an end when Rhaenyra decided to take her family and her ward to Dragonstone. She was a dragon and would no longer endure the cruel rumors of the court.

Aemond found out about their departure when Caspiana didn’t show up to the library one night. He frantically knocked on her door only to be met with an empty room. He didn’t even get to say goodbye.

But his chance came during the funeral of Laena Velaryon. Caspiana stayed with her cousins and avoided the Greens. She tried not to look in Aemond’s eyes. She had no doubt that he was cross with her for leaving without saying goodbye. It was one of her greatest regrets. The fire felt so cold on Dragonstone and the books seemed to keep going on and on with no interesting moments. She felt lonely without his stare and quickly gave up her nightly ritual of reading before bed.

Aemond thought that she didn’t think he was good enough. Of course he wasn’t. He was the Prince of Westeros and yet he didn’t have a dragon. But on a solitary walk on the beach the sight of the monstrous Vhagar sparked an idea in his mind.

Once he claimed her then Caspiana would see. She would see that he was worthy of her friendship and her hand in marriage. He would fly to Dragonstone on Vhagar’s back if he had to. Take her without Rhaenyra’s blessing and wed her in the Faith of the Seven.

Aemond swaggered back to the castle after the best hour of his life. He finally flew on a dragon for the first time and he claimed the largest and oldest dragon alive. But his good mood was quickly ruined at the sight of the Strong boys and his Uncle Daemon’s kids. His smile dropped when he saw Caspiana with them, holding onto Rhaena’s hand.

It happened so fast. Baela swung first, she wouldn’t take Aemond stealing her dead mother’s dragon and she wouldn’t take his cruel insults. He quickly threw her aside as his nephews charged to attack him. It was a four against one and Aemond found himself on the ground taking their punches and kicks. Caspiana spectated, out of fear. She didn’t want Jace, Luke, Baela, and Rhaena to hate her if she helped Aemond but she wanted to help him.

But Aemond swiftly removed the four from him and grabbed Lucerys by the throat. Caspiana acted quickly and shoved the prince to which he instinctively threw her back onto the stone wall. He would have killed Strong bastards if it weren’t for the sand. The next thing he knew, hot blood and an instant searing pain filled the entirety of his left face.

The incident in the throne room did nothing but feed the flaming hostility between the Queen and the Princess. Rhaenyra defended her sons and her ward while Alicent demanded justice for her son’s eye. But Aemond kept his eyes, no his eye, on Caspiana who tried to cover herself with Rhaenyra’s dress.

Caspiana felt alone. Baela and Rhaena clinged onto their grandparents who hugged them tightly. Jace and Luke hid behind Rhaenyra and Aemond clutched onto his mother’s hand. She had no grandparents to hug or mother to feel protected. Rhaenyra’s priorities were Jace and Luke so Caspiana settled for gripping her warden’s dress.

The Blacks left Driftmark the day after Laenor’s burnt remains were found. They returned to Dragonstone where they raised the Princes Jacerys and Lucerys with the Princess Rhaena and Lady Caspiana. Baela stayed behind as a ward to her grandmother, Rhaenys.

Five years after the Driftmark incident, a letter from King’s Landing arrived. It was written by the Hand of the King, Otto Hightower. It was a marriage proposal for the Lady Celtigar. Now eighteen, she was considered to be too old to be unmarried. Proposals flooded in everyday but Rhaenyra always rejected them on the basis that none were good enough for her ward. But this one was different. The King himself proposed it. He often dreamed about his Aemma and in his dreams she whispered about their daughter and her niece.

Seeing it as a King’s order, Caspiana accepted and flew to King’s Landing where she would wed Prince Aemond Targaryen. It was with regret that Rhaenyra and her family could not attend the joyous occasion. In truth, Rhaenyra did not want to see what she thought would be a miserable pairing. She wanted better for her little cousins but she could not deny the dying King’s request. Caspiana understood and assured Rhaenyra that she would be okay. That she would learn to love the One-Eyed Prince.

And she was right. Upon meeting him after five years the two felt their spark reignite. Aemond disregarded the role she played on the night he lost his eye and the two fell in love. They resumed their nightly ritual of reading by the fire before bed and added a kiss every night before they departed. The wedding was festive and filled with lots of dancing and drinking. It was perhaps the first time that Alicent saw her son truly happy since he lost his eye. Even Helaena appeared to be having fun. She danced with Caspiana and the twins, Jahaerys and Jahaera, and even convinced Aegon to leave his wine cup for two minutes.

It came to no one’s surprise that the Lady Caspiana was with child four months after their wedding. As she grew larger the maesters confined her to the bed. She no longer made appearances at court and spent most of the day in her nightgown. She felt lazy and ugly for doing nothing the last few months of her pregnancy but Aemond assured her every night that she still looked as beautiful as she had when he fell in love with her.

The birth was painful and long. Two agonizing days of labor gave the happy couple a beautiful girl whom they named Daella, after the baby’s great grandmother.

But every good thing came to an end. Two weeks after birth, Princess Daella passed. It was said that the wail Lady Caspiana gave after discovering her child’s corpse was heard throughout the city. One more pregnancy but Caspiana never gave birth. She felt lonely and depressed. Only Aemond could make her smile. She truly loved him with all of her being.

The arrival of Rhaenyra and her family to defend Lucerys’s claim to Driftmark greatly lifted her mood. Caspiana was seen roaming the halls of the Red Keep once again and stayed by her cousin Rhaenyra’s side. It seemed cruel. Her cousin was blessed with fertility with five children and a sixth on the way while it was rumored the Caspiana’s womb was cursed. But the company of her cousin distracted her from her barren womb and she felt like a child once more with her cousins.

The family dinner started off tense but eased after several reconciling toasts were made. Caspiana held the hand of Aemond as she listened to the speech Jace made, praising his uncles and wishing for a happy future. Things were going swimmingly until the roasted pig was brought out. Memories of The Pink Dread filled Aemond’s head and a faint snickering led him to slam the table, raising his cup.

“Final tribute. To the health of my nephews Jace, Luke, and Joff.” Caspiana tapped his leg, signaling him to behave. But he ignored his wife, “Each of them handsome, wise, hm Strong.”

“Aemond.” his mother warned.

“Come, let us drain our cups to these three Strong boys.”

“I dare you to say that again!” Jace challenged.

The night ended with a fight and Caspiana giving him the cold shoulder. She stayed silent as she dressed in her nightgown and crawled into bed. Not one to be ignored, Aemond ignored her too, knowing that his silence would lead his wife to give up hers.

“You’re an ass, you know that?” Caspiana broke the silence.

Aemond smiled and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek to which she squirmed away, “I love you.” He reached for another but she crawled out of the bed.

“I’m being serious! This was a chance at reconciliation. It doesn’t have to be this bitter all the time.”

Aemond sighed, “My love that will never happen. If I didn’t say anything then someone would have tomorrow, or the day after that, or the day after that. We are fated to always war with each other.”

“How do you think that makes me feel? To have the people I grew up with, Rhaenyra is practically my mother. Jace and Luke are my brothers and you are my love. I cannot choose a side in your silly war.”

Aemond lifted the blanket and opened his arms, “If I promise to apologize to them in the morning will you come back to bed?”

Caspiana remained standing with her arms crossed, “You should want to apologize to them because you know that it was wrong to question their legitimacy.”

“Fine. I want to apologize to them because it was wrong of me to question their legitimacy.” But his words were empty. Caspiana relented and crawled into the bed.

The next morning Caspiana bid Rhaenyra and her cousins goodbye while Aemond checked on his sister and her children. His eye widened when he saw his frantic mother sitting with his sister. He felt the castle feel more solemn than normal and the angry footsteps of his grandfather confirmed his suspicions. King Viserys was dead.

Caspiana quickly returned to her room after bidding her family goodbye. She left her embroidery needle by her bedside table and grabbed it. She felt like working in the godswood today. But she panicked when she realized that the door was locked from the outside. She tried it again but it did not budge.

“Help!” she pounded. “I’m locked inside help!”

Her pleas were left unanswered for hours until the door unlocked and Aemond entered. She rushed into his arms and kissed him. “What has happened?” She sensed his stress and sat him down by the fire.

“Father is dead.”

Caspiana’s eyes widened and she covered her mouth. “No. He can’t be.”

“We always knew that this day would come. We just never realized it until it happened.”

“Is Rhaenyra here then? Surely they would have let her know before she returned to Dragonstone.” Aemond stayed silent. “Rhaenyra knows right? She has to be here they must crown her as soon as possible-”

“We have a new king.” Aemond answered coldly.

Caspiana looked at him with horror, “What do you mean?” Her eyes widened even more at the realization of his words. “You can’t! Aegon isn’t the heir! Viserys-”

“Is dead. Aegon is the heir, he always has been.”

Caspiana shook her head, “No, Viserys declared her as his heir. Rhaenyra is the queen-”

Aemond stood and grabbed his wife’s shoulders, “Listen to me! Aegon is the King, his coronation is today and we will witness it along with thousands of the townspeople.”

Caspiana started to tear, “You! Stop it! You’re usurping the throne! Is this because of Alicent? That Green bit-”

Aemond did it before he realized what he was thinking. His hand swiftly slapped Caspiana’s cheek. It was always an instinct to defend his mother from all who would speak ill of her. After being his only support after losing his eye he grew fiercely loyal to her.

Caspiana’s tears flowed as she touched her cheek.

“My love I’m-I’m sorry I-”

She grabbed the knife attached to his belt, “Come any closer and I will cut your eye!”

Aemond held his hands out cautiously, “Okay. I promise I won’t touch you again.”

Caspiana pointed toward the door, “Let me out!”

“You know I can’t do that.”

“I hold the knife! Let me out now!”

Aemond quickly disarmed her and threw the knife across the room. “Your maids will come soon. The coronation is tonight at the Dragon Pit.”

“No!” Caspiana shoved him into the wall, “I will not bend the knee to your traitorous brother!”

Aemond flipped their positions and trapped her between his arms and the wall. “You will. As your lord husband I command you to.”

Caspiana spit in his good eye and he flinched.

“You can’t make me!”

“If you refuse to then I will order Vhagar to tear Terrax apart in front of you!”

Caspiana looked at him with hate in her eyes. Something that he thought he would never see. “You wouldn’t.”

“Don’t test me.”

The two were interrupted by a knock on the door. Aemond allowed Caspiana’s handmaidens to enter and left the room. A carriage brought the two to the Dragon Pit and she stayed silent despite his pathetic attempts to make conversation. He even asked her if she was wearing a new dress but she just coughed.

The crowning of Aegon was quick and the crowd cheered for their new king. But the moment was interrupted when the Red Queen Meleys crashed through the floor, crushing and killing hundreds of viewers. On top of the dragon sat Princess Rhaenys who donned her full battle armor.

Caspiana braced herself for the dragon’s hot breath. No doubt that Rhaenys would tell Rhaenyra of her presence on the platform. Caspiana would die with Rhaenyra thinking that she was a traitor. Aemond cradled her head to his chest, forcing her look away from the dragon while he stared at his distant cousin atop the beast.

Instead of a hot death, the dragon roared. Caspiana kept her eyes closed the entire time. Only after Meleys and Rhaenys left did she realize that she was still alive.

That night Aemond and Caspiana laid in each other's arms in silence. Her heart still raced from the previous events and it felt like ten days had passed. He stroked his thumb on her arm and pressed a kiss onto her head.

“We nearly died today.” Caspiana croaked out.

Aemond shushed his wife and held her tighter, “But we are alive my dear. This is the brutality of my sister. She and the Blacks will stop at nothing to murder us, the Greens. You my love are a Green whether you acknowledge it or not.”

“But Rhaenys did not kill us.” She placed her hand on his chest, “Our hearts are still beating.”

“Yes we are. Rhaenys very well may have ignited this war with the murder of the innocent townspeople. What do you think will happen when we encounter her or Daemon next? Do you think that he will show you any mercy when you meet him? He will not care that you were Rhaenyra’s daughter.”

Caspiana stayed silent as she stared at his sapphire eye.

“My love you must know that there is nothing you can do that will convince Rhaenyra that you are anything but a traitor. So please, truly bend the knee to Aegon and you will have the protection of the one true crown.”

Caspiana stayed silent for a long time. Aemond thought that she fell asleep and tugged on her hair to make sure that she was awake.

“Alright.” she answered. “I will bend the knee.”

She did good on her word and bent the knee to Aegon the next day. She had no time to spend with Aemond for he kissed her goodbye and left for Storm’s End, the ancestral seat of House Baratheon to gather their loyalty with the promise of a marriage pact between one of Lord Borros’s daughters and his brother Prince Daeron who resided in Oldtown at the moment.

The next day the Green Council decided to put their faith in Aemond’s wife. Caspiana mounted Terrax with the mission of gaining House Celtigar’s fealty to King Aegon. A mission that she had no intention of fulfilling.

Terrax took off to Claw Isle. The shortest way was to cut through Dragonstone to cut through the Blackwater Bay which Caspiana was specifically warned not to take. Once out of sight from the highest tower in King’s Landing, she made a detour to Dragonstone. But in order to arrive at Dragonstone she had to cut through the sea that stood between Storm’s End and Dragonstone.

It was unfortunate that a terrible storm stood in her way and Caspiana struggled to guide Terrax as they dodged lightning while rain pelted down on them. The shriek of a dragon caused her to nearly fall off her saddle. Against her rational thoughts, Caspiana investigated and found a petrified Luke and frantic Arrax who flapped his wings rapidly.

“Luke!” she yelled.

“Cassie!” he exclaimed, slight relief in his voice. “Help me! It’s Aemond!”

“What?” Before Luke could answer, the menacing form of Vhagar dwarfed the two. “Holy fuck! Get under me!” Luke obeyed and drove Arrax to fly close underneath Arrax.

Caspiana flew up to meet her husband whose eye widened at the sight of his wife. “Caspiana!” It was one of the few moments when he called her by her name.

“Stop this at once, Aemond!”

He snarled, “Get out of my way Caspiana, I won’t ask you twice.”

“What have you become my husband? Turn around now and return to King’s Landing.” Terrax flapped his wings rapidly, fearing Vhagar’s presence.

Vhagar knocked the blue dragon to the side, leaving Caspiana barely hanging onto her dragon as he gained his balance. The larger dragon continued on as Arrax took refuge in the small crevice between two adjacent islands. Caspiana followed her husband but it was no use, her dragon couldn’t keep up with the larger.

“You owe a debt!” Aemond taunted in Valyrian. “Boy!”

Knowing that her smaller beast wouldn’t have an effect on the larger, Terrax released a stream of fire onto Vhagar. It did what she intended, perhaps a little too much. Vhagar turned away from Luke and his dragon, allowing them to escape and fly back to Dragonstone.

The she-dragon opened her jaws which Terrax avoided. The blue beast was small yet fierce. He clawed the elder’s neck prompting her to release a cry louder than the thunder. Vhagar released a jet of hot flames onto the smaller and Caspiana yelped as her left sleeve caught on fire. She patted the flames out and prayed that there were no burns on her skin.

“No! Vhagar!” Aemond scolded. “Serve me!”

The dragon ignored him and continued to pursue Caspiana. “Aemond!” she cried out in fear when Vhagar nearly bit Terrax’s neck. An injury that was sure to have been fatal.

Terrax retaliated with his claws and slashed at the elder’s eye. Vhagar was a fierce war dragon but also grew slow with age. She shrieked out in pain. She would never see in her right eye again.

The pain spurred Vhagar on, completely disregarding Aemond, she flapped her wings harder and opened her jaws. They closed on the lower region of Terrax and she bit clean through.

Caspiana could only watch in horror as her dragon started to tumble down. He screamed in pain as the two hit rocky cliffs but shielded his rider from the damage as much as possible. They landed on sand and Caspiana was flung onto the ground from the impact.

Vhagar angrily landed and Aemond commanded her to stay put. After seeing Caspiana slowly stand his relief at seeing her alive quickly transitioned into fury.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” he yelled. He pulled her arm to make her stand. “Why were you even there?”

Caspiana pulled her hand from his grip, “Your mother sent me to Claw Isle to gather their support!”

Aemond scoffed, “Do you take me for a fool? If you truly intended to carry out your orders you would have gone by land, far from the sight of Dragonstone. You intended to be caught!”

“No I did not! I flew above Rosby when I heard your dragons call and went to investigate!”

“You’ve always been a horrible liar.” Aemond looked at Terrax whose eyes were slowly blinking, trying to regain consciousness. He turned to Vhagar and gave the command to kill. A death blow now would be merciful.

“No!” Caspiana cried. She gripped Aemond’s coat and fell to her knees. “Please! Please don’t kill him! Please!”

Aemond smirked, “Death is merciful to your dragon who will die in several days' time.”

Caspiana shut her eyes as Terrax’s painful screams filled the air. She sobbed into Aemond’s coat and he took his last breath before releasing one long stream of fire then dropping for the final time.

Aemond grabbed her hair, “Do you see what I can do wife? I hold the power here and you must obey me.”

“Or what? You’ll feed me to Vhagar? Then do it already because I won’t be obeying you in the future so you might as well kill me now!”

Aemond felt no pity for her. “Perhaps I shall. But as your merciful husband who loves you, I will give you a chance at redemption.” He spoke no more and she heard no more as he hit her head with the hilt of his sword, rendering her unconscious.

Caspiana woke up in a hot cell on the filthy floor. The cells adjacent were filled with noble men and women alike. She sat up and crawled to the bars, noticing that she was alone in her cell.

“Lord Caswell!” She called when she recognized him.

“Oh, my dear you too?” he said. “They’ve starved us for three days, and only gave us enough water to keep us barely alive.” he spoke slowly and quietly.

“Why?”

“They want us to bend to the knee. But Rhaenyra is the true heir.” he answered.

Caspiana figured that was something that Aemond was trying with her. She already broke one oath. The break another would make her an enemy to the people of Westeros for there was nothing worse than an oathbreaker.

Aemond sat in his shared chambers quietly in thought. While he definitely felt like killing her, he couldn’t. She was his wife and he would then be known as a kinslayer. What was worse than being known as a kinslayer? Not only a kinslayer but an oathbreaker. He would break his oath to protect her at their wedding.

Surely she would be nearly dead by the time her three days were up. She would embrace him and tell him that she loved him and that her loyalty was to him. Not to Aegon and not to Rhaenyra but he who should be the king.

But then again, he didn’t suspect her to betray him like that after she had bent the knee to Aegon and vowed to protect the crown. She went back on her word and intended to fly to Dragonstone before Aemond caught her.

But she said that she loved him. He didn’t question her love for him and never did but he couldn’t help but think of her motives. Perhaps she felt inadequate as a cousin of Rhaenyra. With her mother dying at a young age she was desperate to have a mother figure in her life and that was Rhaenyra. But his sister had her own children to worry about. She had no time to be a mother to Caspiana while having children and loving the others. There was simply not enough love in Rhaenyra’s heart for Caspiana. Yes, that must have been it. She thought that she could still get Rhaenyra’s approval and love if she betrayed her husband, the one she loved the most.

Aemond practically leapt from his chair and raced down to the dungeons. It was the middle of the night but the night shift servants watched as the prince skipped giddily down towards the lower floors.

He reached the dungeons and opened the door to Caspiana’s cell. She sat with her back on the wall and opened her eyes to find Aemond standing above her. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

“I love you.” he planted a kiss on her mouth.

Instead of welcoming him in her arms, Caspiana recoiled and pushed him away, “Is that why you killed my dragon and imprisoned me in this filthy cell?”

Aemond grabbed her hand and ignored the nobles in the neighboring cell who watched the two as if it was a dramatic play. “My love, you must have suffered greatly growing up as Rhaenyra’s ward. Always second best to her children and never deserving of her love. But it is okay. You do not need her love. You will grow to accept that just as I had with my father.”

Caspiana pulled her hand away from his, “Are you serious? Rhaenyra treated me as if I were her daughter. I was put on the same pedestal as Jace and Luke. What are you talking about?”

As if suddenly aware of all the eyes on them, Aemond turned to give a nasty look at the nobles who were too tired to be frightened. “Don’t do this to me, don’t betray me like that again!”

“Again? What do you mean again?”

Aemond ignored her question and continued, “Aegon wants you dead. He wants to make an example of you. To let everyone know that any traitors will not be spared. Even if she is married to the prince.”

“The second son. The spare.” Caspiana spat.

Aemond grabbed her jaw and tightened his grip. “Things were so lovely before Rhaenyra came along.” He let go of her and angrily stomped out of the cell.

To rub salt into the wound, Aegon declared that if Caspiana did not swear fealty to him within five days time, then Aemond would be forced to execute her. “I’ll let you choose how she dies. Just be creative brother.” He said cheerfully.

Aemond now felt the immense pressure to not only convince his wife to swear her vows to Aegon once more and to come up with a creative way to kill her that would please his brother. Would he drown her in the murky waters of Blackwater Bay? Poison her last meal? What was he thinking? Killing his wife? Who would he be without her? She was his everything and if he was the one to take it away then he had nothing to live for. He could bury her alive. That was a creative way that Aegon would surely enjoy. But he would complain that he would not be able to see the life leave her eyes. And there was a possibility that she could escape and come back to enact her revenge on her lord husband as he slept.

Aemond couldn’t decide whether she should live or die.

But he couldn’t deny the toll that this decision inflicted upon him. He felt weaker and found it difficult to carry out his duties. He rarely left his room and left Ser Criston alone in the courtyard, waiting for the prince to arrive to train. Aemond looked at his sword in disgust at the thought of using it on his wife. Was this who he was? His dead heart, cold and petrified, filled with so much hate that he would choose his revenge on his nephew over his wife’s life?

After five days Caspiana had not sworn anything. Aegon even gave her an extra day to think about her decision but she was so hungry that she had no energy to think and spent the majority of the day sleeping. The nobles in the adjacent cells were already executed, publicly hanged for their treasons against the Crown.

Aemond made peace with the fact that Caspiana would not live much longer. He cradled her head in his lap as he allowed himself to cry. One of the few moments he did so since he lost his eye and was forced to grow up. He stroked her hair softly and she opened her eyes weakly.

She managed to muster a smile, too weak to feel any anger toward him. Only love filled her body. “My love.” she whispered.

Aemond’s tear dropped onto her cheek and he wiped it off. “You will go to heaven my dear. With our babies. Our little Daella and our son Aenar.”

“Aenar? We have a boy?” she asked in happy disbelief.

“Yes, my love. And you will meet him soon. I envy you for that.”

“Where am I going? Can’t you come with me?” she smiled.

Aemond shook his head, “I’m sorry my stars, I cannot.”

“But why?” she started to cry.

Aemond wiped her tears with his thumb. “I have my duties here. But as soon as I finish them I promise. You will go to the better place first and enjoy your time there so do not cry beautiful.”

“Am I still beautiful? Even though I’m crying right now?” she asked.

Aemond nodded, “The most beautiful I’ve ever seen. The most beautiful in all of the lands.”

“Even Essos?”

“Especially Essos.”

Caspiana sighed, “That’s good.” The two stayed silent before she broke it once more, “I think I see them Aemond. Our Daella and Aenar. My mother is there too! And Aunt Aemma!”

Aemond allowed his tears to flow freely. “Good, my love. Go to them, I will see you soon.”

Caspiana mustered a weak nod and closed her eyes, “I will see you soon, Aemond.”

He sniffled as tears crawled down his face uncontrollably. “I love you.” But he received no response. And it was announced the very next day that Caspiana Celtigar Targaryen was executed on charges of treason against the Crown.

When Rhaenyra heard of her daughter’s death she collapsed to the ground and wailed for her lost daughter that never was.

A/N: Please let me know your thoughts this is my first tumblr fic!

#hotd aemond #aemond imagine #aemond x oc #aemond targaryen #house of the dragon #hotd #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen x oc #rhaenyra targaryen #dark!aemond targaryen #dark!aemond #possessive!aemond #asoif

100 notes · View notes