#but i shan't deny it slaps

[palespawn]

personally i just think that the way he stands-

[hannigramislife]

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I shan't say I hate Dazai, he's my pookie bear (in the way I love maggots, u know?). But tiktok genuinely kills me because they cannot FATHOM the idea that any of their favs are flawed people.

People go on and on about him slapping Atsushi during his panic attack during season 3 (?) which is not only understandable, though not acceptable, but also forgiven. Dazai is a flawed person, but so is every other member of the cast. Nobody in that show is a good person.

Media literacy death is making sure people cannot grasp moral grayness. Dazai is an 'ends justify the means' type of person, he's not a good person by any stretch of the word. He is cruel to his allies, cruel to himself as well. People think Chuuya would be a better mentor, but it's difficult to quantify 'better'. Knowing the actual author helps you understand Dazai's character. Without being able to consider how Dazai's cruelty differs from, say Yosono, you can't grasp a character. How is Dazai's mistreatment of Akutagawa different from Yosono's treatment of the soldiers. His willingness? His apathy? His violence? His age, maybe? Where does the victim end and the perpetrator begin?

People have some vision of Dazai being some monster, but he's just human. Denying his humanity brings to life his ability. Isn't his humanity what makes his actions reprehensible? How do you deny his humanity in the face of his cruelty when his humanity is exactly why he is cruel.

Signed,

meemoo 👍

Hello op!! Welcome to my blog, generally for Dazai haters, but people who like him while acknowledging his bullshit are so welcomed!

Yeah, tiktok takes are braindead. They're so dumb it actually makes my head hurt. Take them with a grain of salt.

Him slapping Atsushi is honestly not as bad of a moment as people make it to be? That slap was obviously not meant to *hurt* Atsushi, it was not done in anger or carelessly – Atsushi was having a panic attack, worse than his usual crying moments, and Dazai snapped him out of it. It was a moment Dazai used to teach him, make a point go across for his own good, the same way Fukuzawa slapped Ranpo in season 4. To me at least, neither slap held malice.

Dazai is a flawed person, and so is most of the cast – that is true op. And the pondering on why his cruelty is more easily condemned than others' piqued my interest. I did some thinking.

It is late at night right now, so I can't go in an in depth analysis, but I will say this: You are right in saying that he's just a human, and it is his humanity that makes his actions reprehensible. Let's take, for example, his treatment of Akutagawa, which would show exactly why I hate Dazai's actions more than others' in the show.

Dazai's cruelty is planned. It does not come from any sort of boyish innocence or environmental bias. Dazai is intelligent - more than even your average genius – and as a Mafia executive, intimately aware of violence. He himself said that he doesn't like pain, yet he continuously inflicted it. Anybody catch that small sentence Q said as they were on the train? "You hurt me, so now I'll take revenge," or something like that. We kinda glossed over it, didn't we? Nobody seems to remember that.

He was shown kindness by Oda - he knew how it was like to be an orphan and alone, to be found by an older mentor who cared for him, was by his side when he was lost in the dark. Even with this knowledge, when Dazai himself was faced with a lost 14 year old boy who had no reason to live, he took him in for selfish purposes (as he admitted himself). Dazai had encountered kindness, but chose to use Akutagawa for his plans. Even later, when he promises Oda to "save the orphans," he abandons the siblings he himself introduced to the Mafia. Easier to save orphans who don't know what a dangerous criminal you were, right? Then, he continues to abuse the emotional attachment he cultivated in Akutagawa for his own ends, many times, thus endangering Akutagawa's life. Correction actually: sacrificing Akutagawa's life.

That's why I, personally, fnd Dazai's cruelty worse. He is deliberately cruel when it fits his plans. Other mafia members - Chuuya, Kouyou, Akutagawa – they're not like that. They fight, and they use violence, but they do so in accordance to their job. They don't control people, they don't use people and discard them like pawns.

Mori might, but are we really using him for comparison value?

[hugowrites]

The Bard rolled initiative for combat, but the Goblin rolled for foreplay.

"Step aside Goblin! Or I shall move you by force!" the twink Bard said. But the Goblin didn't move. "Roll initiative, goblin, combat begins!" "Yes, foreplay begins" the Goblin grinned. The Bard casts Vicious Mockery. Manifesting in the words: "Thou willy is as short as thou temper!" It's a psychological slap in the face to the goblin and he takes five damage. The Goblin gasps… In arousal! "Hmm, yes! "You, you like this?" "No, I don't! I hate it. Don't continue, pretty please," the Goblin lies through his horny teeth. "You're a sick pervert." "Oh, yes! That hits the spot!" The Goblin casts Web all over himself. A silky white, sticky substance covers him entirely. "No! I didn't mean to cast Web so prematurely! Now I'm all stuck. There's nowhere I can go! I hope there's no handsome half-heterosexual half-elf to take advantage of me!" Being stuck in the bondage of his own magical ejaculation, the Bard couldn't help finding the Goblin's vulnerability enticing. He wasn't the ugliest goblin he'd ever seen. The pimples on his nose glimmered under the morning son. He could see the Goblin's pronounced muscles move under his fake attempt to break free. "I'm gonna roll a dexterity check to break free from these terrible webs," said the horny goblin. "Oh no, a critical miss? Now I can't move at all! If only someone with extreme dexterity and a toned body could break me out," he winked at the Bard. The Bard casts another Vicious Mockery - "I shan't bed with you, thou hair is so thin thou shall be bald in a fortnight." "OH YES! Keep going!" exulted the goblin. The Bard was on edge. This was the second strangest goblin he had encountered thus far. As he stepped closer, he noticed his foe's unusual armor. Instead of metal, the goblin was wearing heavy black leather. Tightly wound around his skin. He pondered if a melee attack would be fruitful, unsure of his enemy's Armor Class. "It's your turn, goblin! Fight me!" The goblin reached into his satchel. The Bard braced for the weapon he might reveal. Only to find the Goblin grabbing TWO NIPPLE CLAMPS! The Bard raised his sword to strike, but wherever he sliced, the nipple clamps magically protected the goblin. "Impossible!" "Not only do these look great on me. These bad boys also give me +10 AC." "That doesn't make any sense.' "Neither does love, but here we are," the goblin said, biting his lip. "Silly bard, there's only one weapon that can harm me…" the goblin pulled out of his bag a SPANKING PADDLE! He tosses it at the bard and serves his buttocks as a ready dish.

By the lord of light, Lathandor! This is a foe unlike any the Bard had ever seen.

The Bard met the Goblin's smoldering gaze. He flinched. The Goblin emitted heat, warmth, and unyielding desire. The Bard averted his eyes, scared he would take fire damage if he lingered any longer in that oceanic blue. "You deny the lust within, half-elf. A costly mistake. I cast DETECT THOUGHTS." The Bard immediately felt a force witnessing him. Layers of his inner prude mental onion quickly peeled away. He wasn't ready for this sudden vulnerability, so he put on the same defenses he did when trying not to ejaculate prematurely. A voice echoed within: *Stop thinking about your wrinkled granny, although she's a very sexy lady. The goblin rummaged in his mind further. *Embrace your desires*. The goblin continued to cast Mage Hand dangerously close to the Bard. Then, it caressed his hair and face with a gentle touch. *Let go of your barriers. Surrender to yourself. To your essence. I know you like to suck toes.

SILENCE! The Bard screams. The goblin had managed to extract his deepest fetish. During his half-elf puberty, he had encountered a monster with a dozen feet. Somehow, the memory manifested itself, fueled by pubescent testosterone, and flowered into a grand feet fetish. He just loved sucking on toes. It gave him satisfaction he could not describe in any language. When he came to think of it, the Goblin had a "feet-like" look to him.

I can read your name. It's aptly chosen for you. Say it. "My name is… Dick Ballfondler."

The Goblin casts a minor illusion of a FOOT dangling salaciously in front of the Bard. "YES! SUCK ITTT. EMBRACE YOURSELF!" the Goblin squealed.

The Bard had never felt so torn. He wanted to suck the illusionary toes more than anything.

"Stop this illusion, Goblin, I beg you!" "I am only creating this illusion to lift the one you've cast on yourself!" *Embrace the toes. Suck on them. Yes, you are weird. That is ok.

The Bard fought as hard as he could against the intruder. But when his gaze returned to the Goblin, he felt caressed. Warm. He suddenly didn't see the goblin as an enemy but as a friend with good intentions. The Goblin's crude forms suddenly appeared soft. Like how an attractive person making an ugly remark instantly makes them hideous, the goblin had the opposing effect.

I will not force you into anything, Dick Ballfondler. I merely ask you to accept yourself "How did you know?" "half-elves might have a dark vision, but I have a gay vision, and I rolled a nat 20 on my perception check." "Who are you? And why must you confuse me so?" "I am Harold, Harbringer of Homosexuals"

Like for more Adventures of Dick Ballfondler on the journey to his sexual awakening.

[doxypsychlean]

Hello, I loveddd your recent Aegon-post. I would like to share an Aegon x Reader idea that I would love to hear your take on. My pitch: Noblewoman is engaged to Aemond and very pleased. He is handsome, gentle with her, very strong, skilled, well-read and intelligent. Yet she can not seem to be able to resist his brother Aegon, whose advances appalls her almost as much as he intrigues her.

Irresistible

Aegon II Targaryen x Reader x Aemond Targaryen

Warnings: Explicit language, NSFW themes(only hinted at)

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and tickle you with an axe!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/N: Why, thank you, kind stranger! Glad to hear you liked it. And as I usually do, I'd like to apologize for taking my sweet time with posting the results. Cheers!

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The brothers were complete opposites, she'd come to realize. Aemond, her betrothed, was rough, cold and distant to the rest of the world, but soft, warm and sweet to her. He always had a kind word for her. The prince was so careful whenever she was around, as if not to spook her away.

The two spent most of their time in the Red Keep's library, reading to eachother. Stealing longing glances. Averting their eyes as one caught the other.

When they weren't in the library, the lady was watching him train with Ser Criston. Gods, he was strong... Through most of his training sessions, the lady could be seen standing off to the side, almost drooling at the sight of Aemond Targaryen swinging at his opponent. And who could blame her? The young man was ridiculously attractive. That patch made it even harder for her to keep her hands off...

Aemond rarely ever touched her. And when he did, it was for a second or two and always sickeningly innocent. Not because he didn't want to, no. Not even because it was deemed inappropriate. But because he wanted her to voice her needs before he acted. Aemond wanted to hear her give herself to him completely.

The older one, on the other hand...Prince Aegon was a menace. He sure lived up to all the stories she'd heard about him. He cared little that the lady was soon to be his sister-in-law. He cared even less about hiding his lust. His desire.

His insatiable hunger scared her. But there was more to what she felt. She knew it deep down, even if she tried to deny it. It excited her. The shiver that ran down her spine when the prince took her hand in his and kissed it the first time they met said more than enough. The woman could tell all the lies she wanted, Aegon could see right through all of them. Aemond could too.

She knew it wasn't right. She was to be married to Aemond soon, but the short-haired man was just as delicious looking as his younger brother. It was pure torture.

Unlike him, Aegon wasn't afraid to touch her. It amused him, the way she'd blush as his hands would find their way around her waist, all under the pretext of having to pass through right where she stood. Her reaction to his flirtatious little comments was even better. Lips parted slightly, eyes open wide, chest heaving, hands shaking. It was the same thing every single time.

"You know, brother... We've known each other for quite some time now, wouldn't you agree?" Aegon joked one night, after she'd left the two and headed for her chambers.

Aemond only hummed in response, glazed expression on his face. He couldn't say why, but he'd felt inclined to accept his brother's offer to join him for a drink after the feast. His patch now laid discarded on the small table between the two as they poured themselves glass after glass.

"As brothers, we've had to learn how to share from a pretty young age..." The older one trailed, his eyes meeting with those of his brother- the real one, as well as the sapphire. The light of the fire they sat close to was bouncing off of the gemstone in all directions.

"Careful now, brother. She's not a toy. My woman doesn't exist for you to play with whenever you're bored of your whores."

"She's not yours yet, is she? And you're mistaken, brother... I do not wish for you to give her to me. As I said, we've learned how to share...right?"

Aemond hummed once more, his cocky smirk finding way back to his face. He was no longer looking at Aegon, but instead over his head. Towards the now open door.

"I am not the one you should be asking for permission, Aegon."

"Then I should go and ask her then? Is that what you're telling me?"

"No need. Just turn around and speak the words."

[doxypsychlean]

Of Seas And Skies pt.1

Aegon II Targaryen x Velaryon!Reader

Warnings:?

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

Request:

A/N: This one's gonna be pretty long, so there will be two chaps. Cheers!

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She'd heard all the whispers, all the rumors. All the vile insults the people spat at her family, when they thought there was no one to hear.

Whore. Pillow-biter. Bastards. Liars. One Velaryon standing.

The last one was the directed at her. They couldn't deny it. She was the living, breathing prove that Laenor Velaryon and Rhaenyra Targaryen had tried to carry out their duty. And succeeded in doing so.

It was all right there. Warm brown skin that glowed in the sun. Long platinum locs that reached past her shoulders, just like her grandsire, the Sea Snake; steel beads with red and blue gemstones here and there, to represent the great houses she came from. To make them remember. To keep their mouths shut.

"Valaena?" Her mother's voice rang through the hall. "Dear, I have been looking for you everywhere. Where were you?"

"Sorry, mother... I was with Quicksilver."

Rhaenyra stopped in front of her, hands reaching up to cup Valaena's face. She wasn't sure who she got it from, but Valaena was at least few inches above her.

"He gets lonely, mother. It's not right to leave him out there alone."

The bond between a dragon and his rider was said to be much stronger than anyone could fathom. But what Valaena and Quicksilver had showed great signs of obsessive behavior.

Quicksilver, who got his name on Valaena's second nameday, hatched the moment the girl took her first breath. From that moment on, the two were inseparable. The hatchling refused to leave the babe no matter what. It only ate when she ate, Rhaenyra having to support the child with one hand as she breastfed her and feed the small dragon with the other.

As the two grew, their relationship did too. While they still resided at the Red Keep, the child refused to leave the beast at the Dragon Pit. So Quicksilver slept in her chambers, curling into a ball next to her face. As he grew, so did the issue of having him walk the halls of the castle. He wasn't aggressive, no. On the contrary- he was just as sweet as his rider. But they were both growing fast. And they were both extremely clumsy.

The girl relented at one point, agreeing with her mother and the King, her grandsire, that Quicksilver should bond with the other dragons. So she'd let him stay in the Dragon Pit for a few days. But, to everyone's dismay, it was too late. It had got to a point where neither one of them could fall asleep without the other being close. So the child had resorted to having the personal guard her mother had appointed to her, to accompany her to the Pit in the darkest hours of the night. Only so she could bring her friend back home, where he belonged.

"Val, you are not children anymore. You can't be spending all of your time together." Rhaenyra said with a heavy sigh.

The young princess only rolled her eyes at her mother, as she puffed and huffed at how it was unfair to leave Quicksilver for too long.

"Trust me, sweet girl, I too wish for me and Syrax to never leave eachother's side." Rhaenyra said. "But we can't. We all have our own lives, own roles and our own duties"

Valaena tapped one foot on the ground with annoyance, eyes rolling to the back of her head once more.

"But..." A pale hand reached up, moving the white locks away from her face. "Even when we're not together, we'll always be in here."

That same pale hand was now resting on Valaena's chest, right where her heart was. She smiled as a huff slipped past her lips, head nodding in understanding.

Always the poet, she thought.

"There is something I have to tell you."

"What is it, mother?" The girl looked down at her mother's face, eyes searching. Almost as if she could pull the answer out of Rhaenyra's crystal blue orbs.

"Vaemond Velaryon means to question the legitimacy of Luke in front of the King. Therefore Jace's as well. And-"

"And therefore your claim to the throne!" The girl stated, brows furrowed and eyes burning with hatred. "That man cares little about any of this, mother, all he wants is Driftmark!"

It frightened her, how alike her daughter and Daemon were at times. The man had been present for most of her life, true, but the way their minds synchronized never failed to shock Rhaenyra. It was almost as if they shared one head. She smiled at her daughter's words.

"What is our plan then?" Valaena asked.

"We are to leave for King's Landing today."

Much to her mother's protests, the girl tore herself from her grasp and bolted out of the castle. She called out her dragon's name as soon as she stepped through the gates.

"If he wishes to question us, then we shall show him what we truly are." The girl muttered as she watched Quicksilver land next to her.

The dragon let out a confused growl as he moved his head from side to side. He could feel the anger, but couldn't put his claws on why exactly his rider was filled with it.

"I'll tell you on the way."

Quicksilver let out another growl.

Where to?

"King's Landing."

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Two days later, Princess Valaena and Quicksilver landed in front of the gates of the Red Keep, the dragon almost crushing one of the man that stood guard in the process. Even though he was young, in the eighteen years since he'd hatched, the beast had grown to the size of Caraxes. And yet, Quicksilver had still not reached his full potential...

"Princess!" A voice shot from the direction of the open gates.

"Valaena!" Another voice followed close after. The voice of her mother. "Child, we were worried sick! You were supposed to follow us!"

"Took a detour, him and I. The stench of this place drove us away!" Valaena yelled out as she hopped off Quicksilver, feet slamming against the ground.

Rhaenyra only shook her head as she made her way towards the girl.

"Come now. Vaemond and his men arrived yesterday. We have to get to the throne room immediately." The white-haired woman whispered as she hooked a hand around her daughter's.

The girl was too busy staring down at her mother's face. She took in Rhaenyra's puffy, reddened eyes.

A low growl came from behind their backs. Quicksilver felt it immediately. The anger.

"It's nothing, you two! We have to go now, before they get there before us."

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Vaemond Velaryon now laid dead on the floor, his face cut in half. One of two twin daggers lodged in the back of his neck.

"He can keep his tongue." Daemon said, turning to look at Valaena. He winked at her, taking notice of the other dagger in her hand.

"Disarm them!" The Hand of the King shouted, the knights of the Kingsguard moving fast and surrounding the two.

"No need!" Daemon said softly as he turned around, wiping the blood of his sword.

Valaena approached the body and wrapped her free hand around the dagger. She pulled, but the blade didn't budge. With a hiss, she stepped on Vaemond's shoulder and pulled with all her strength. A wet,crunching sound came from below her, followed by the gasps of the people in the throne room.

As she straightened up, her eyes wandered around the room. She took notice of her uncles. Prince Aemond was staring at her father, a weird look of adoration on his face. The older one, Prince Aegon, was staring directly at her. Unlike Aemond, his expression was one of fear.

She quickly turned to look at the King, who was now grunting in pain. Valaena watched as her grandsire was carried out by Ser Criston and the Grand Maester, leaving her mother and the Queen to stare after them.

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"What does it feel like?" Aemond asked her later that night while they waited for the servants to set the table. Valaena stole a quick glance at her mother.

Her and Queen Alicent were staring ahead, neither one saying a word. Waiting for the empty space between them to be taken by the King, who was still not present. Sending eachother a look every now and then, but quickly averting their eyes.

"Depends on your reason behind doing it, my Prince." She said as her eyes went back to meet his.

The corners of her lips twitched lightly as she looked at the leather eyepatch the Prince was wearing.

Fair exchange, she thought to herself.

Deep down, she wished she was the one to have taken his eye, instead of Luke. If it were up to her, however, she probably would've taken both.

"I need another glass, this stench of dragon is unbearable." Aegon's voice came through.

"At least some of us acknowledge our dragons' existence, my Prince. It wouldn't be that bad for you to do so too. From what I've heard, Sunfyre has been locked in that wretched Pit for quite some time now."

Aemond let out a low chuckle. She was right, his brother had been too busy drinking himself into a stupor, leaving the golden beast to waste in the Dragon Pit.

Before Aegon could say anything, the doors opened wide. The room fell silent as everyone rose to their feet at the sight of King Viserys, who was getting carried in by four guards.

The Princess offered a curt nod, then turned her back to the princes. She sat down next to her brother, Jace, as the guards placed the King between her mother and Queen Alicent.

The King, despite his poor state, was quick to notice how silent his family was. As he looked around, taking in their faces, his eyes stopped on his granddaughter who was sitting across him. Valaena, out of the whole room, was the only one with a smile on her face. A warm smile directed to him. She nodded her head lightly in encouragement. Viserys returned the smile with one of his own.

"How good it is to see you all tonight...together." His voice got stronger with the last word.

Viserys looked over to her mother and father, Rhaenyra averting her eyes as she stared awkwardly at the wooden table. Valaena knew perfectly well what her grandsire was doing.

He's right. We're acting more like strangers than family, her own voice rang in her head.

"Prayer before we begin?" Alicent asked.

"Yes." The King agreed.

They lowered their heads, eyes closing as the Queen spoke. Only her, Daemon and Lucerys kept theirs open.

"May the Mother smile down on this gathering with love. May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken for far too long..."

Her younger brother looked at their uncle, elbows resting on the table and hands clasped in front of his face. Then he looked at his sister. Valaena could feel it. Lucerys was scared. Aemond was a man-grown now, and he- still a boy. The boy who took his eye out.

"...And to Vaemond Velaryon, may the gods give him rest."

Daemon looked over to Alicent, then his eyes met those of Valaena. Both of them smiled, then looked away- Daemon at the ceilingabove them, Valaena at her grandsire. From the corner of her eye, she could see Otto Hightower shaking his head as he stared down at the table.

"This is an occasion for celebration, it seems..." Her attention went back to the King. "My grandsons, Jace and Luke, will marry their cousins, Baela and Rhaena. And my granddaughter, Vala, will marry my oldest son, Aegon; further strengthening the bond between our houses."

Jace and Luke smiled at the two girls lovingly. Seconds later the King's words settled in. The smiles were gone. They were quickly replaced by confused, angry looks.

"A toast-"

"Val, don't!" Jace said, hand reaching for his sister.

Valaena rose to her feet, shaking her brother off.

"May the Smith mend the bonds that have been broken, huh?" Her white locs were flying in all directions as she looked from the Queen to her grandfather, then to her mother and father. "When was this decided? And why did no one deem it fit to tell me beforehand? When?!"

Daemon had the same puzzled look as the two boys. It was painfully obvious, that was the first he'd heard of this arrangement.

"Good question, Valaena. When?" He turned to stare at Rhaenyra.

"Yesterday. Me and Princess Rhaenyra came to an agreement that it is time for us to let the past stay in the past." Alicent's words cut through.

Another pair of eyes set on Rhaenyra, filled with just as much resentment and disappointment as the first one.

"Not while I'm standing, no." Valaena hissed out as one hand reached behind her. The chair hit the ground with a loud thud. "I am not something you could use to bury the hatchet!"

She turned around, ready to go find Quicksilver and fly as far away from her family as humanly possible.

"Valaena!" Rhaenyra's voice stopped her right before she could slip through the doors. "We all have our own lives, our roles and our own duties!"

She turned around slowly, hands shaking. A roar came from somewhere above the Red Keep.

"Like a pig to slaughter,hm?"

Her voice had dropped, eyes glued to the floor. Valaena looked up suddenly, eyes piercing right through Rhaenyra.

"So be it, Princess."

She quickly strode over back to the table, hand reaching for her cup. Valaena raised it high above her head.

"Let us toast to you cutting my throat open!"

To everyone's shock, another glass shot up in the air. Aegon had gone up to his feet, blue eyes staring at his betrothed. Arm stretched out just like hers.

"Hear, hear!"

[doxypsychlean]

Hello, recently found your tumblr and I really love the way you write!! I have a request for Aegon being betrothed to someone a bit older (late 20s/early 30s) and therefore wouldn't be afraid to stand up for herself and wouldn't take his shit - but at the same time being a nurturing person. This combined with Aegons mommy-issues would just be a divine dynamic that I would love to read!

Oof, sorry for taking this long to post it! Hope ye like it:)

Wisdom

Aegon II Targaryen x Older!Reader

Headcanons

Warnings: mention of childbirth

Thou shan't repost/copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

Alicent was against it from the very beginning. You were much older than her son. She'd heard all the tales,all the rumors about the monster you were. She believed them, there was no other rational explanation as to why you, a woman of noble descent, hadn't taken a man to marry. But there was nothing she could do. The King had made his decision.

Now that your father was gone from the world, you had taken over as Lady of the Eyrie and Warden of the East.

You were a strong, fierce woman and an excellent fighter.

Why you'd stayed alone for so long, no one could tell.

No one, except you. You'd spent your entire life fighting to secure your claim, so what was rightfully yours wouldn't be taken away from you.

It'd been long since the people had started spreading rumors about you being barren, some kind of a monster, even a man...

You paid them no mind. You knew why they did it. They wanted answers. They had none. So they created their own versions of your story.

You knew what you wanted- power.

Going against the Crown wasn't a safe, nor a wise choice. Though the prospect made you feel less than excited, you knew the next best thing was getting to the damned iron chair through marriage. But to whom...

You received a letter from your king not long after you'd put your father in the ground.

Viserys had heard enough about you. He couldn't afford a rebellion. Not now. So he'd decided you might as well join the royal family.

You didn't even bother with sending a letter back, but instead gathered your most trusted men and headed for the capital.

The Prince was confused. There were no horns and hooves, no spiked tongue, no tail. You were actually quite the beauty, if he had to be honest.

He tried to be smug about it, chest puffed out and all. He truly did.

Except you didn't blush or try to hide your face when he approached you, like most girls did. You weren't some clueless girl, but a woman grown.

"Don't test your luck, boy. You have no idea what you're dealing with."

"I- Well...I-"

He turned into a blushing mess, walking away with his head hanging in defeat.

Aegon had never met anyone like you before.

From that moment on, all he could think about was you.

Soon after the wedding, his mother stopped nagging him.

Scratch that, she avoided him like hell for a while.

Well, the prince also stopped giving her reasons to do so.

The first time he came back home drunk, you sat him down. After one long,long talk in which you explained how you won't stand around and watch him drink himself into an early grave, you sent the prince out of your shared quarters, so he could think about what he'd done.

Yep, he never made that mistake ever again. You made sure of it.

Your feelings for the young man grew with time.

He never left your side for too long, always trailing close behind.

You'd started giving him lessons in politics.

He couldn't deny it, you had experience in ruling.

As well as other departments.

Whenever in doubt, Aegon would run straight to you.

"I can't do it. I'll be the worst king there ever was or ever will be..."

"Not with me around, you won't."

On one particular night, the prince dragged his feet into your bedroom, tears streaming down his face.

You were quick to jump from the bed and take him in your arms.

In a fit of rage, his mother had screamed at him how the only thing you cared for was the Iron Throne and how he was the only one that didn't see it. How you'd toss him to the side the moment he becomes King, for then you'd have what you've always wanted.

Aegon asked you if what his mother had said was true, his voice faltering.

You confessed your love for him that night, your hands wiping at his tears as he held onto you tight.

Not long after, you had to call the Grand Maester to your chambers.

To say you were scared would be an understatement.

You weren't sure if your body could handle it. Maybe ten or fifteen years ago, sure. But now...Most women your age had two or three by now. You weren't old, but you also weren't stupid. You knew how wrong something like this could go.

You'd started considering getting rid of the child that was growing inside you.

And who could blame you? A self-made woman like you to succumb to childbirth would be unthinkable. After all you've done, you couldn't allow yourself to go in such a ridiculous way.

After a few days of contemplating on your side, the Grand Maester's presence was requested to your chambers once more.

"Princess, are you sure? The Prince Aegon-"

"Prince Aegon cannot and will not know about any of this."

The old man nodded, agreeing to keep his mouth shut.

Or so you thought.

That same night, instead of him arriving with your cup of moon tea, it was your husband.

The small teacup Aegon held in hands was shaking uncontrollably, threatening to spill everywhere.

He placed it on the table and stormed out without saying a word.

You were left there to make your choice. He knew he couldn't stop you. It was up to you to decide.

On the next morning you found him in the training grounds, the straw dummy he was swinging at almost completely torn in half.

"I have faced many a foe in battle. I have risked my life more than once, Aegon. And yet, I am not as brave as people make me out to be...I am afraid."

"Then let me be there for you, just like you've been for me."

The boy you'd given birth to months later was a carbon copy of you. He had the same hair, the same nose, the same smile.

The only thing that he didn't get from you were his eyes. They were the same shade of crystal blue as those of his father.